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This Post Started Out As Something Else ...... I Will Have To Try Again Later ..
Ok, so I have said it one to many times I'm sure ..... but I'M DAMN EXCITED for their visit. That would be tattooedjen and intrepid28.
Sharing something that means so much to me is something I have always loved. Especially this place that holds so many memories for me. Last night my mom brought out a VCR tape that my dad had converted his old 8mm's onto. After the bingo crap, I came home and watched. There I was ..... 1, 2, 3 ...... 4, 5 6 years old ..... and beyond ..... swimming, fishing, holding my dad's hand walking the road, my grandparents, old Ed, the cabin ...... my cousins, Tommy now no longer with us ..... fresh bread, blackberry pies ..... yes, this is my world. My place of peace. When I die ..... I want my ashes spread there. I never want to leave.
Wow ...... off subject ...... ok ..... I'll need to come back to this later ..... I just sent myself into a tailspin ...... my mind won't focus ...... sorry ..... I'll be back .... and mom is probably hungry.
Peace. J.
Sharing something that means so much to me is something I have always loved. Especially this place that holds so many memories for me. Last night my mom brought out a VCR tape that my dad had converted his old 8mm's onto. After the bingo crap, I came home and watched. There I was ..... 1, 2, 3 ...... 4, 5 6 years old ..... and beyond ..... swimming, fishing, holding my dad's hand walking the road, my grandparents, old Ed, the cabin ...... my cousins, Tommy now no longer with us ..... fresh bread, blackberry pies ..... yes, this is my world. My place of peace. When I die ..... I want my ashes spread there. I never want to leave.
Wow ...... off subject ...... ok ..... I'll need to come back to this later ..... I just sent myself into a tailspin ...... my mind won't focus ...... sorry ..... I'll be back .... and mom is probably hungry.
Peace. J.
They have money, and they know what to do with it
A million rounds of applause to the celebrities out there who use their status to do good works. Some, like the Jolie-Pitt family, make front page news nearly every day. Kudos to Angelina for being a goodwill ambassador all over the world to raise awareness of horrible human rights situations. And to Brad for not only donating to New Orleans' relief funds post-Katrina (where are you, US government?), but designing and building new, efficient homes for so many!
Other celebrities do very good works, but don't get the publicity they deserve. They not only donate extraordinary amounts of money, but give of their time and other resources. Two of my favorites and their charities are Adrian Paul/The Peace Fund and Sarah MacLachlan/ASPCA.
Adrian Paul (The Highlander) has established The PEACE Fund, which stands for Protect Educate Aid Children Everywhere. Check it out at adrianpaulpeace.org. The PEACE Fund focuses on small, under-funded and hard-working charities who are determined to make a positive difference to the lives of children living in extraordinarily difficult circumstances.
Sarah MacLachlan proves she has the arms of an angel by helping our animal friends. It's so easy to make a difference in the life of an animal. You don't even have to adopt! Just GIVE! Give a bag of food, or a toy to a local shelter. Buy something at their next fundraiser. Or give of yourself and volunteer to work a weekend every month just helping out at the shelter.
Look around, everyone. There's so much to do, and little time to do it. Please help out.
Other celebrities do very good works, but don't get the publicity they deserve. They not only donate extraordinary amounts of money, but give of their time and other resources. Two of my favorites and their charities are Adrian Paul/The Peace Fund and Sarah MacLachlan/ASPCA.
Adrian Paul (The Highlander) has established The PEACE Fund, which stands for Protect Educate Aid Children Everywhere. Check it out at adrianpaulpeace.org. The PEACE Fund focuses on small, under-funded and hard-working charities who are determined to make a positive difference to the lives of children living in extraordinarily difficult circumstances.
Sarah MacLachlan proves she has the arms of an angel by helping our animal friends. It's so easy to make a difference in the life of an animal. You don't even have to adopt! Just GIVE! Give a bag of food, or a toy to a local shelter. Buy something at their next fundraiser. Or give of yourself and volunteer to work a weekend every month just helping out at the shelter.
Look around, everyone. There's so much to do, and little time to do it. Please help out.
Peace
Waterfall.
Rocks sparkle under the soft light.
Serene.
Aquamarine bubbles twirl.
Graceful.
Green blanket, stained red by the falling sun,
dying between the blades of grass.
Luna appears, glistening.
Stars surround her, their leader, the moon, goddess of the night.
The black backdrop displays her, center stage.
Watercolor flowers dance, led by the light breeze.
Words follow, the song of nature, whispered throughout.
The breath of life.
Bells chime, signaling the start of a new day.
Butterflies twitter, welcoming the last ones who continue to dwell on sweet dreams, to awaken and greet the sun.
Dawn approached, shyly at first, yet always determined to let seep to all.
Owls back away, preparing to sleep.
Peace at last.
A Future of Peace
Off in the distance
lies what I long for.
The future’s path leads towards
the dreams that others almost dashed.
Stars twinkle down, encouraging me on.
Angel eyes then shall meet me,
as the moon goddess spreads her arms wide,
welcoming me with a nurturing smile
and the life of the blessed.
The sun then rises
while the moon does fade,
and together we fly
to peace and bliss.
Summers Past
Slept through the night last night ...... amazing. Does not happen often for sure.
As a kid living in L.A. I looked forward to our time spent in the rustic rural mountain area of the gold claim. Usually my great aunt and uncle would head up to the claim as soon as the snow allowed entrance and see if the cabin survived the winter. Back in those days it was one of two things that you worried about ...... the Caper family or the Carpenter family that lived in there full time and the bears. The Caper's and the Carpenter's were mountain families for sure. The Carpenter's were related to us. Their survival was based on the gold they found and hunting and breaking in to others cabins. Although it was actually never proven ..... it was accepted as the truth. Not too many others back in them there woods. The bears always caused the most damage ..... you could leave nothing there food wise .... no spices, no canned goods ..... nothing or you would be asking for trouble. Sometimes something as simple as books would be taken ..... and unless the bears were really educated in those days .... well, you know .....
Then my grandparents would head up and spend time with what was my grandmothers sister and her husband. Then the latter would leave and we (my mom, dad and I) would head up for our stay. I was usually allowed to take a friend with me, and I usually did. The cabin was always a welcome sight after a 15 hour drive. No phones, no electricity, no running water, no bathroom. An outhouse down the hill and across the meadow from the cabin. That made for some interesting middle of the night runs for sure.
5:00 am wakeup ..... down to the river to catch a few trout with the sunrise. Back to the cabin for fresh fried trout and fried potatoes ...... fresh picked blackberry pie from the wood stove oven ..... you could smell it forever ..... trips to Cecilville for an ice cream treat. As a kid it took forever to get there ..... as an adult it is just about a 15-20 minute drive. Riding horses with the dudes from the dude ranch down the road as they took their groups into lakes for fishing trips. Always so happy to be able to ride along. Sometimes these trips were 6-7 hours and seeing country I would never have otherwise. Baths in the river ..... the water straight off a glacier and always cold. Baby trout nibbling at your legs. Water snakes swimming past. Washing clothes with a tub washboard and ringer and then hanging on the line. The stiffness of your pants when dry ..... checking shoes for scorpions and anything else left outside on the porch ..... fighting the yellow jackets for your soda pop.
Its not the same anymore but the memories abound. Cabin gone for as long as my dad. We finally took the outhouse down last year as it was barely standing anymore, unused for ages. The thumbtacks from my artwork as a kid (outhouse art) still remained stuck in the boards, the drawings long gone. Mom has not been there since my dad passed away. She said she may be ready to go up now, not to stay the night but just to visit during the day. It will be an emotional journey for her I know, but one she should take, at least I think she should. My dads brother won't go in either ..... he tried once and broke down leaving immediately never to look back.
For me it fills my soul .... no other way to explain it. I'm closest to my dad there, closest to what my spiritual needs are there. It is the one true place where I am at peace completely and totally.
Peace. J.
As a kid living in L.A. I looked forward to our time spent in the rustic rural mountain area of the gold claim. Usually my great aunt and uncle would head up to the claim as soon as the snow allowed entrance and see if the cabin survived the winter. Back in those days it was one of two things that you worried about ...... the Caper family or the Carpenter family that lived in there full time and the bears. The Caper's and the Carpenter's were mountain families for sure. The Carpenter's were related to us. Their survival was based on the gold they found and hunting and breaking in to others cabins. Although it was actually never proven ..... it was accepted as the truth. Not too many others back in them there woods. The bears always caused the most damage ..... you could leave nothing there food wise .... no spices, no canned goods ..... nothing or you would be asking for trouble. Sometimes something as simple as books would be taken ..... and unless the bears were really educated in those days .... well, you know .....
Then my grandparents would head up and spend time with what was my grandmothers sister and her husband. Then the latter would leave and we (my mom, dad and I) would head up for our stay. I was usually allowed to take a friend with me, and I usually did. The cabin was always a welcome sight after a 15 hour drive. No phones, no electricity, no running water, no bathroom. An outhouse down the hill and across the meadow from the cabin. That made for some interesting middle of the night runs for sure.
5:00 am wakeup ..... down to the river to catch a few trout with the sunrise. Back to the cabin for fresh fried trout and fried potatoes ...... fresh picked blackberry pie from the wood stove oven ..... you could smell it forever ..... trips to Cecilville for an ice cream treat. As a kid it took forever to get there ..... as an adult it is just about a 15-20 minute drive. Riding horses with the dudes from the dude ranch down the road as they took their groups into lakes for fishing trips. Always so happy to be able to ride along. Sometimes these trips were 6-7 hours and seeing country I would never have otherwise. Baths in the river ..... the water straight off a glacier and always cold. Baby trout nibbling at your legs. Water snakes swimming past. Washing clothes with a tub washboard and ringer and then hanging on the line. The stiffness of your pants when dry ..... checking shoes for scorpions and anything else left outside on the porch ..... fighting the yellow jackets for your soda pop.
Its not the same anymore but the memories abound. Cabin gone for as long as my dad. We finally took the outhouse down last year as it was barely standing anymore, unused for ages. The thumbtacks from my artwork as a kid (outhouse art) still remained stuck in the boards, the drawings long gone. Mom has not been there since my dad passed away. She said she may be ready to go up now, not to stay the night but just to visit during the day. It will be an emotional journey for her I know, but one she should take, at least I think she should. My dads brother won't go in either ..... he tried once and broke down leaving immediately never to look back.
For me it fills my soul .... no other way to explain it. I'm closest to my dad there, closest to what my spiritual needs are there. It is the one true place where I am at peace completely and totally.
Peace. J.
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