Being a Volunteer

I am so happy
When I watch a video or read
a story
Of animals being rescued
My heart is stretched
As my eyes fill with tears
But I am in awe of how
Others step in to help
As they figure out a way
To lend a hand with these wonderful animals
That are here a part of creation
I thank the volunteers
Who take their time
Those who give funding
The generosity of others
Who don’t turn away but
Move towards being part of the solution
If only all will find it in our hearts
To not abandon but
to reach out

Beauty Will Appear If You Look

Sometimes the earth seems more beautiful than ever, like when the sun lights up the fall leaves, from behind – the leaves literally glow.

The light is always changing, so that what five minutes ago was a dark, drab patch, is now sparkling with bright leaves that decide to shine.

When the light is just right, any scene becomes lit like a theater stage.

I just have to be still outside, and beauty comes to me – or perhaps I tune in. A squirrel comes by, or a chipmunk, or a hawk.

Bear out of no where

I am out driving to go to an appointment
And they changed the time
I had to go a little early
As I am driving down this country road
That I go down all the time
The beginning of December
I don’t know the exact date because I am not looking at a calendar
But low and behold in this field on the snow covered ground
In Bridgewater CT
Is this big huge black bear just hanging out in a field
I was just flabbergasted
I heard of these siting’s and people seeing them
I had to pull over in awe of this magnificent animal

Beach Eyes

You’re walking along the ocean shore in Truro, Massachusetts, and Cape Cod. You feel all alone in the world right now.

You went for a walk, to kind of gather yourself, but still, you feel alone.

The area in Truro is distant from the parking lots, so very few people ever venture out that far.

So you see no sun bathers. All you see are a few seagulls.

But basically you’re alone. Or are you?

Basketball Home-Coming

Chris:

I want to share with people. You and I are going down to Rutger Park. You are going to be interviewing the NBA legends down there.

I want you and Cindy to inspire other people. Make connections down there.

John:

(deleted garbled speech) For those of you listening, Chris is going to introduce us to Kenny Grant. He started in West Fourth Street in 1977. This is the greatest basketball arena.

Chris:

According to Nike, West Fourth Street and Rutger Park go back and forth, one and two every year.

Basketball

I grew up as a basketball buff. Once I was a player, and a person who follows the sport, in all phases: professionally, college, high school, grade school.

And the thing that I remember is that a lot of people tell you, “You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t make it because other people are better than you.” And I constantly fought that.

Baroque Music

For me, the music of the Baroque era is one of the few things in life that make it worth living. The period from about 1650 to 1750 was when some of the most exquisite creations of human genius were crafted. I have enjoyed listening to Baroque music since I was a teenager.

The Baroque period was not limited to musical expression; it encompassed art and architecture also. The Baroque style is typified by ornate detail. It originated in the efforts of the Catholic Church to counter the Reformation and fight the growth of the Protestant church.

Balanced

I am balanced.
I am balanced with heaven and earth.
I am centered.
This keeps my balance.

My breath can rebalance me.
I breathe in the outer world,
And I breathe out the inner world.

I purify my surroundings
Just by breathing,
Creating balance.

I am balanced.
I am calm.

My guides and angels are always with me.
Helpers and help are always here,
If I ask.

My inner world is peaceful.
I feel my energy clear and strong.
I know that everything is well,
Everything is working out.

Backyard Concert

I like to sit in my back yard, and listen to the great composers: Vivaldi’s “Flute Concerto #2”, the solo flutist, and Giuseppe Verdi’s “La Traviata”, the duel between Violetta and Alfredo. And Beethoven’s “Moonlight Serenade”, that single solo piano.

The sounds of the orchestra, the flutes, the piccolos, the French horns, the bassoons, the clarinets, the oboes, the violas, the cellos, the trumpet, each instrument is beautiful music to my ear. Perhaps you like this too.

At Peace in the Whirlwind

Can you sit in the middle of the whirlwind and just tune it all out?

The corporate greed, the corruption, the dog eat dog part of the world.

And see a gentler, kinder place. An “all-rightness” and “goodness” that follows you, envelopes you and those you hold dear.

As if an easy path opens because you choose it to be so. I do this. I can do it. Anything is possible.