Thursday, August 18, 2011


The question that I posed on a warm summers evening as I was waiting for the latest round of insomnia to fade away was this:  I wonder if we ended up with what we valued most, would it change what we valued?

I have my own reasons why that question was on my mind.. and I posed it to my friends on Facebook and Twitter.
A few kind souls called me "Deep", not a word usually used to describe me, but appreciated none the less.. 
The question I received from more than a few people was; "What the heck are you talking about???", and so Dear Readers... Allow me to explain my question.

Most of us, when asked what it is we value, come up with similar answers... We value our families, our spouses/partners.. We value our belief system, our children.
In many cases we pay lip service to the things that we value... and then we go about the business of "Living". 

We Value our families, yet we spend an excessive amount of time at work... We get home, and then require "Me" time...We watch TV, we spend time online, we play our X-Boxes.... can't forget the golf game on Saturday. We will simply fall apart if we don't hit the gym at least 4 times a week. We must watch the Hockey game on the weekend, and Football on Monday. Not to mention the possibility that the world might shatter of we don't vacuum or do the dishes this second.

It can be astounding when we consider the things that take us away from the things that we "Value the most". The truth is though, even if we can't admit it to that we spend time doing the things that we value. Plain and simple. We also have to live the consequences of those choices.

In many cases, couples don't just grow apart and "fall out of love" automatically, it happens because instead of valuing each other, respecting each others goals and working together... We value other things or other people more, then one day we discover that we don't know this person we live with. Children grow estranged from us... Sometimes that just happens, but sometimes, we simply had more important things to do and then it was to late.

Every day has it's own opportunities , and the choices we make each day accumulate, and in the end... What we are left with is the result of years of all those decisions.

My thought with my question was basically, knowing that, what different choices can I make today that will leave me with the things I truly value tomorrow?

All in all, I didn't mean to be "Deep", it's just where my mind has been taking me. 
May those important to me know how greatly they are valued, by the choices I make today.

Peace Kiddies  

Wednesday, August 17, 2011


One of my favourite poems.

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, By Dr. Maya Angelou

The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and is tune his heard
on the distant hill for the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

Whether it's a friend, a child or a loved one, it's never easy to "open the cage", but a funny thing happens when birds are set free. After soaring high, and dancing with the clouds, Sometimes..... They come home.

Peace Kiddies  

Another Very Cool Poem

It's been a while since I've written anything here.. However even though at present I may lack my own words, I thought that I would share those of someone else. A friend recently shared this poem with me, and in turn, I share it with you....

Wild Geese, By; Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good. 
You do not have to walk on your knees 
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. 
You only have to let the soft animal of your body 
love what it loves. 
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. 
Meanwhile the world goes on. 
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain 
are moving across the landscapes, 
over the prairies and the deep trees, 
the mountains and the rivers. 
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, 
are heading home again. 
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, 
the world offers itself to your imagination, 
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting--
over and over announcing your place 
in the family of things.

There is always Hope....

Peace Kiddies