Knot as many as one would think… nor as many as one would desire… a certain amount of wonder goes into each step… and each word… heed the magic of synergy… it is important to question the timing of things… to wonder about the hand that appears out of the past just as you are stepping forth from the chaos… some times the best of things do stir from a previous encounter… it takes them that long to notice the wonder… or it could be a test of resolve… a proof of the need that you have within you… there is synergy in the touching of souls… they happen for a reason…

We sit along the edge… remembering… be at peace… in the joy filled moments… let them take you… to the edge of your dreams and back once more… be within the moment… fully aware of the sensations that twist and turn your being alive… there is time… and he knocks upon the door of this new year… recognizing the recollections as well as the temptations… and letting us swim in both…

Do we truly ever want to be known by another person… I believe that just happens… when we meet certain people they know us… or are familiar enough with who we are that the bonds between us form… but we struggle with being known so well by another… we say we wish it and at times I believe with all my heart we do… but being that vulnerable with some one is a leap of faith… and in my life that has ouched more then once… and while I seek the closeness so many take that the incorrect way… and then there is difficulty with emotional waves and Miss understanding always finds a way to stop by for a visit… and we struggle as the other begins to solve the puzzle of us… each peace letting them closer and closer… I believe that while we wish for that some one to know us… we also want to keep some things for ourselves… and few over stand that barrier… the true bonds… the space of growth that each of us needs…

This medium can provide a great deal… it is a place for exchanges of words… it is all some of us have to share… and those words are exchanged in the delight of what we know now to be who we are… in time we grow in our artistry… our abilities to share… Often I use the expression that the gift we share in life is hue… the light of who we are… and there is truth and honesty in those words… but we fear most the reach of our words out to another… I have compared it to walking naked down fifth avenue… to being that free and open requires a strong personality… and I know some times I have the strength and some times I lack the nerve…

In time we know what is and what is not… if we have questions we should ask them… most of us use this medium because it is a convenient way to reach out… we can find others who are like us and maybe find a soul mate or two… I have had success finding friends… people to speak with… to challenge my ideas and my dreams… I have found those who will help with life by providing the ear to listen as I write… and I have also found a place for my rather odd way of writing… and the artist within me has found a medium for expression… and yes there have been strange occurrences in the dark… but I believe they are for a reason… and I learned to use them… learn from them… grow because of them…

I over stand the need to know now… that is the purpose of questions… It has been my experience in life that as time walks with us we unwrap the mystery of those walking with us… and when we step off the main high way… more stay then we imagine… more choose to keep to the straight and narrow then the winding ways… all the difference is made… when we allow the present to be unwrapped… when we allow the adventure to unfold before us… and some times we are surprised at the joy it brings…

Be who you are… ask the questions you wish to know… and accept the answers you give and receive… feel the words… and they will tell you… more then the words themselves… for each who writes empowers the words with their being… their special magic… and if it bonds with yours feel free… if it lingers in the air with a sense of uneasiness… then write know more…

There are pictures… and then there are images we create… we are not all sainted individuals… who never run the edge… I often find the edge more appealing to my mind… creative influence is not in all ways perfect… some times it finds its way in packages we rather not see but feel deeply… and at other times it is a glimpse we catch out of the corner of our eye as it flashes by… and other times it smacks us hard… for we are blind to its wonder… and we go tumbling off the edge with the impact…

I am in search of some thing… some thing I have lost… some thing I know I had for the memory of it is clear to me… I am sure I would knot have put it down… sure that I had it just here with me a moment ago and now… I am lost… where is… the tears just appear and I can’t stop them… what is there to do when one is experiences a loss… one takes the time to remember and to hope that all is as it should be… yet we still feel it… deeply… a part of us has gone missing a reminder of the places we have been and the stories of our life times… there is no turning back I know… but I will search… and in time know…

All things happen for a reason… Nature does these things… and we can attribute it to divine intervention but more we should see it as human inability to cooperate… as horrible as it is… and in my life time I have not been witness to anything of this magnitude… it is a moment to come together and put aside all the stupid reasons and help one another… but instead we point fingers… an make excuses… and blame one another… for not doing enough… all help is hinged on repayment that is a human experience we have all had… it is no different from nations… we do knot put aside national interests in times of natural disasters… politics is being played to a very high degree… and any one who believes other wise is foolish… we would hope that there will not be thieves taking profit… but there will be… we would hope nations would put aside political gain… but they will knot… we would hope that the interests of the survivors will be put before economic gain… but they will be used to further a cause… to focus blame… that does not mean we sit still… or that we give up… but it does mean we move in an organized methodical way… as best we can…

Strength is not about bearing the burden… it is about converting it… a strong person does not stand up against the wave… they move to lesson its force… strength is not of the body but of the heart and soul… it is about being vulnerable to the forces of life and knowing that you will survive the wave of emotions… it is about caring… about sharing the experiences we have along the way… the gift is you… while some seek to control… others accept that they are part of the change that is unfolding before them… they embrace the step off the path of being the analyst… to become the catalyst… the force that moves others… and being vulnerable is part of that… of letting others reach out and touch them… of using the strength they have to let others in… strength is not all about the picture we put before others… some times it is in the tears we share… and the places we allow others… it is easy to be strong… it is a facade… real strength is in being who you are…

The words are careful… is it dishonesty that you see or care being taken… this place is not in all ways the perfect avenue for total honesty… for we do knot see the person… we but read the words they send and make a judgment from what they write… over time we learn that there is more to them… we find their moods of quiet and sad as well as their loud and happy times… I see the steps we take here as steps toward finding the person… it is a lesson in exploration… believe in time what you read… but only as time supports the words… as time places before you the information you need… people are not being dishonest as much as they are being care full not to be hurt…

Let it flow… In my case that could rain down a lot of diversity of thought… I was asked once a question about thought… as to the benefit of thinking… in general I said I believe thinking is a good thing to do before acting… but there are times when we react without thought due to the circumstances we are faced with… it does not mean that we are not thinking however… it just means we are not conscious of the thoughts…

Each time we sit down to say some thing a bit of us escapes… and if the reader is careful an image comes forth from the peaces shared over time… it is a true image of the person… but it takes time… I envy those who can reveal themselves openly… almost instantly… I am more care full of time… of the path… for it has ouched me… and those scars are deep…

In time I will feel comfortable writing about most things… I have learned that in this medium it is best to proceed slowly… to let the mystery of the person come forth in the words they write… then as time wanders past… more is known of each other and all subjects become open books… questions are the starting point… the anything that comes to my mind is diverse… and some times cryptic… I enjoy the play of words upon the page… and the give and take of a conversation as much as the give and take of the written word exchanged… I ask few questions… allowing the words I write to find a path with each person… there is a way… and when we are on it… there is a common thread that binds us… In time I will feel the comfort… and the ease of writing… but in the beginning there is that uncertainty… and that is exciting to the mind… and lifting to the soul…

Every so often… there are moments when silence is the perfect communication… words are unnecessary… they would complicate the mood… the strangeness of this time is that I have gotten used to it… used to the silence of the morning… the chaos of the day and the solitude of the night… it is a circle of unbroken repetition… I am knot good at being… for time is wasted on me… in the silence I sing loud and clear… my voice rising to meet the endless peace… no words can break the solitude… and no words are wanted within the realm I sit… As an artist I want to break free and be known for who I am… as a person I want to remain anonymous to the world… to walk the streets free of the many… known to a select few who have unraveled the mystery of me…

I have done nothing in my time off… read a bit… slept a bit… wrote a bit… wondered a bit… ate a lot of food I could have done without… gained a pound of flesh… or more I dare not test the scales in that respect… found boredom appealing to me… scares me that does… wanted to do more and found less… wanted to accomplish some thing and found I could do know more… It was butt a kiss… and forever it has haunted me… some day I will make sense to me… butt until then… I can only express what comes to mind…

I know my tendencies… and I would be at home… in preference to being out of the home… it is easier for me to be here and to accomplish what little I wish to grasp then to step forth into the world at large or small… I know my tendencies are to sit in the meadow and watch the days roll by… I take the opportunity lightly… and sing low in the candle light… I know my tendencies and they know me…

We are all looking… for I believe we are never satisfied completely… in a moment we can be… but all of life is a search for the next touch… we find one… and we become immersed within its beauty… and then another appears… not exactly the same but similar and the slight differences intrigue us… so we look and we find that this next one while it doesn’t replace the one enhances the one… by improving our perspective of who we are… and the place we occupy in the circle of lives that surround us… In time we learn that to search is to be part of life… Each one of us has a peace that we share… it is part of us and that part adds some thing… some what different to each person we bump into along the way… We are looking some what for that peace… we find it… each day in the activities of life… and in the sharing of one another’s moments…

Time is a precious element we seem to squander… In our loneliness we sit and forget… I am a victim of the same… having time to spare I waste it on the way to where I am going… but that is life for me… I am looking some what for what I have… and find it difficult at times to grasp hold of the image… the words fail to flow… the party stops… and I am cast adrift in my own world… It is easy when I am busy to find my way… it is when I have the freedom to choose anything at all that I fail to grasp a reason and stick to it…

We look for anything to begin with… a place to start… an opening line of a conversation… some times the awkwardness of that moment stops people from ever getting to know another… it is a moment when true courage comes forth and we have to step forward in full view and ask… or speak out of turn… if we learn the lesson we begin to find this a challenge in perfecting our abilities in social situations… most of us shy away and in time we find ourselves a bit lonely… and it is still awkward to step forward and ask… Know one believes in loneliness as a place to dwell for long…

Many times a search yields nothing… we pass by the places so fast… so focused on getting some where we forget to look… to see… with our hearts… we see the world in its limited view and find air to grasp at… at some point we are stopped for a moment along the side and come into an awareness of missing some thing… and that some thing is the joy of every day… lost in routines… in the hustle to find the meat… the juicy parts of life we missed the wonder of living… Many times a search will yield nothing until we stop searching and just allow ourselves to find and be found…

I am a difficult person to be close two… I am moody and at times very off… I wonder about me a lot… knot in a bad sense… but in the sense of knowing… a lot of life is reaction… from experience or learning… a lot of times we are in the place we should be… to learn what we must… but often we forget… and instead of making the contribution we stay amidst the shadows… I sense my place is in the shadows more and more… and with each person I meet…e ach hand that stretches out to touch me I fall further within me… as if each one is saying… let it go… let go the web of silence and shadow… let got the routine of life… let go the quiet solitude… let go the mystery… Only one knows me beyond the mystery and has stayed with me… I wonder… we all hope we rise to the occasion… but my life has shown me I have failed more often then succeeded… I am a difficult person to get close to… and I accept that as a fact… of life… of the life I have led up to this moment… I simply do things I should knot do and miss on doing the ones I should… Life is humorous that way… I am difficult to get to know better then what I will let on about… and the closer one gets the more difficult it becomes… for at some point they will see the real person of me… no limits… no restrictions… no illusions… and my fear will be realized… Life is much easier when we are helping others on their way… along the path of their choosing… it is knot so easy when paths collide and we have to accept that we are being helped as well… and at some point the help is… well… confusing to the mind… the heart and the soul… I am a difficult person to get to know beyond the façade I place before me…

Though it does sound stupid at first… those things do have a reason for being… and we should ask before using… personally I never see a reason for saying no to any one who wishes to use some thing of mine… as long as they give proper credit where it is due… butt there are those who are on a hunt… more a crusade to stop the sharing of ideas… and I guess that is where it gets to… since I am a poor insignificant idealist… there is no reason to be careful with what I write… butt if I was a more polished writer I would require all to know my words and to only use my thoughts under the best of conditions… butt that is me…

I do so love to knot be able to check up on others… I guess it is my own doing… I am so difficult to know that being kept at an arms distance is well normal for me… a bit of the hair of the dog that bit me for a change…

Lying is not a sin… truth is a perspective… most of us know… my ancestry is a line of tall tale tellers… and each time a tale is spun it is more to the outside then the in… Lying is not a sin… for in truth I disbelieve there are as many sins as those in religious life let us believe there are… if we question we are sinners… and what is that exactly…? We are looking for what…? We need knot be led about as children though often the ones we look to treat us as such… instead of encouraging us to proclaim the truth as we see it… we are given the fire and the pit stories… if I was to take the words written by man as gospel truth… I would knot live… however we perceive Godde to be… what ever form the entity takes in our life… all the rules come down to this… love and treat others as you wish to be loved and treated… simple and easy to follow… lying is not a sin… for every word I write is a lie and every word I write is a truth… they are one and the same…

We learn knot to carry the baggage with us… to forgive… to let go the ouch… and move on… forgetting is not necessary as you stated… for to forget would leave us vulnerable to making the same steps… and that is not what life is about… once learned we need to take the lesson to heart and use what we have experienced… if we do that then we can put aside the hurt and take from it the lesson learned…

It could have been a different finger… one has to wonder… there are use full fingers we can injure… and ones that for the most part we don’t use for anything other then to hold stuff on… it was interesting the one that was hurt… had it been one over it would have been more use full for one can salute without even trying and explain it as an injury…

It is not that I am knot talking… or writing… it is I am knot posting… until I do… then when I have I will post a lot… of some things in the hope that within all the words some will be missed… for much is needed to be missed… and that is one seed… I wish not to plant…

We all have needs… some of witch are filled others will remain our entire lives… for we never reach the place or find the one who we can tap into… we are left in a state of desire that can never be completely filled… there are words we can dream of and wish to share and some times we get those opportunities… but often I am faced with the dream… and nothing more… and the need goes wanting…

My thought is a smile… sent to land upon your mind… and let the color of this day sparkle with delight… for the artist stirs awake and now she flies… scattering her ideas to the four winds… and maybe just maybe a seed will take root and in the spring… wonder will bloom…

I guess knot… for if we know then the cat is out of the bag… and we no longer have our fantasy or imagination to wonder about… we have the reality of some ones thoughts placed before us… and that leads to a certain confusion…a certain level of wonder that one should never wander in… for it leads to dangerous thoughts and dreams… of want… desire and passion… it wets our appetite for more of life when less is what we have… I guess it is best to just let the dream be what it is and knot share the words… for the words are sparks…

New and different… change… easy to accomplish with the write tools… or equipment for that matter… can we set forth and get what we wish… or will we fumble and fall… will the files transfer or will we be forced by the very nature of the day to hold steady… and work our way though… change is a setting aside of the routine to move in another direction… easier said then done… time is the element we pay with… is it worth the effort… the amount of time it will take to reach across and bring home the results we crave to have… or will we be better served to move on without… questions all valid must be considered…

We do seek the path that lures us… often times as a change… a new wave of doing… we ride the crest in hope of being the first… but life on the edge is precarious… a small variations makes us the part slammed into rather then the thrill of riding over…

The effects of too much are still playing out in my being… two much has made for an interesting day yesterday… I am in awe of the effects… or shall I say in ahhhh of the effects that have kept me silent… Knot easy to be as up in ones beat when the tide of discomfort rumbles on… Well that is the price we pay some times for being shall we say on the excess ramp of life… sooner or later the vessel expands beyond its limits and suddenly we are thrust into a river of dreams knot of our liking… well we asked for the more and we got some of the more and well can I send back more…?

My home is not as easy to write in as my office… the home computer is located in a room filled with activity… and while I do my best to focus in at times between the snoring dogs… blasting music and television the background noise over takes my ability to put things into perspective for me… I do my bestest to reach out in early hours… and late moments… but even those are taken by older children… who seem never to sleep and to in all ways be on line doing some thing of insignificant value…

The mind is tripped… that is what pictures do… they bring forth the memory behind the scene more then the scene themselves… What we fondly recall is the people… the moments we spent with them… and in time if there are any ouches within the recollection they fade… it is said that time heals all wounds… and I believe that to be so… when we look at the snap shots of time… the distance from the moment allows us to remember in the delight of witch we now know…

There are things we do that leave us clueless… and when we stop to think later on we are taken back by the wonder and the question… of why we did what we did… in the moment it really did seem like the play full of correct thing to do butt then after a bit more reflection we wonder… and we are left in a clueless state of mind… and hope fully with a wide smile… and a shake of the head we step past the wonder and just let it be what it was and never more consider…

I have eaten way to much and as I sit here on this early morn… my body is rumbling and tumbling… and in between purges will probably allow me the pleasure of know more… Once you step out of the delights of excess it is difficult to step back into it for a day or two without contortions of the body… or in my case distortions of the body… a thin mint perhaps… I believe I shall explode… and then there was nothing… dust… and wind… and a vile one at that…

Being under ones thumb is knot a place we long to be… especially one we struggled to be free of… as parents we do things because we truly care for our children… some times we forget they are themselves adults… and have lived a long time on their own… we forget quickly… some of it is pride… talking… for your home has become the place they reside now… and I suspect that hurts some what to be living knot as the provider but as the provided for… still some guidelines are necessary so that each has their own space and quiet refrains from one another… as children we love them dearly with all our hearts… but they are still the parents and we still feel their presence… some times knot in the best of ways… In my family I would be the last one my mom would live with… knot that I would knot welcome her… but my home is not friendly in that respect… You are doing a good thing… and it will work out in time… firm and gentle is the road ahead… but maybe forceful and gentle is better suited… you will have to know when to use the force and when to use the gentle… dads are well dads… and they always want to feel they are being the protector and provider… once that is taken away our lives could be made to feel useless… but as a parent our love must extent to the place where we set our children free… and that freedom extents to being free of us… I do knot envy you in this regard…

Being odd is what I do best some times… I sense it about me… I think in a different light… and when I am with some people the delight of that comes forth much more… then with others who seem knot to appreciate the color… being odd is often a learned art… and so many cannot appreciate the nuances of being so… but this is the time for gatherings… and the coming together of families extended and close… and in that thought we all wish others to find home within the confines of invitations… to such wonders… but how much of the excess of food, wine and good conversation can we delight in before our beings scream for a few moments of solitude within the joyous refrain… it is nice to be wanted so much… and then again… I do believe they prefer the others and I am more of the stuff that comes with them… a necessary evil element within the magic of the season… I could be wrong in that respect for at times there are those that sparkle and shine most in the light of what they miss…

An umpa…lumpa… spelling is wrong… for those of you…a t least one who donut know… is a character from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory… they are people who work in the factory… keeping all the wonders running and taking away all the misbehaving children… one by one…

And the band played on… into the night… and the next morning the excess was spread out on the counter tops and tables… and left nothing to the imagination as we all ached from way too much of everything witch as the song says is just enough… so I will breathe deep and sigh and count my blessings for today should be another day to stir the magic and put on the feed bag… we still have a pile that could choke a horse… and in all the chaos we only have as a casualty one small light… pretty good… but then… the youngest is almost a teenager… wow what difference that is… sleeping in till 8 or 9… opening presents to 12 or was it 11… breakfast followed by food… food and more food… until the bursting… and the wine flowed… and the laughter… it was a hectic day… and over before I could get a grip on it… as people began to filter out around 10 or 11 last night and the clean up commenced I fell into bed at around… 12 and up once more at my usual time… a bit of a head to hang over on… little sleep… and lots of things to eat and drink that I normally shy away from… it was like being a kid once more and having not a care until that feeling of if I eat one more bite I will surely explode… and I woke up feeling Godde I am still stuffed… and carving water to cut past the sugar over flow… lol… there are children spread out all over the home… having crashed sound asleep on beds and couches… and we just left them where they tumbled… it is a day for excess… and Godde knows we did our best…

Movement is essential to growth… and while we assume the address is the same it is in all ways changing… that is the nature of places… they change… are altered… our minds want what we found originally and when we send our posts off we wish them to land on the spot we remember… but change only gives us one chance at the moment we have now… after that we only have similar opportunities… they are never the same one as we had before… only new ones to satisfy our curiosity… the address has not changed as much as the words we send… if we are looking for an old memory we will not find it in the present that is today… of the future we can build tomorrow… it is not the address so much as the thought of chant was once there… it is the beauty of a memory for it is in all ways the same as we remembered it to be…

We are people of excess and it comes to light in celebrations… there was so much to feast upon… and we do… for our minds allow us the excess of thought… more is a good thing we are told… and we strive for it… yet when we are faced with more… there are times when we should ration our intake… today I feel as if the bulge won… a sense of being a giant blueberry… ready to pop… where are the umpa lumpas when you need one… or two in may case to roll me off and squeeze the excess from me…

The eyes tell the soul filled story… if one can read past the facial expressions… and you could in all ways see write inside… it is a gift I know to be… and to knot be… the present is where we are… and the soul knows the path… and smiles deeply… and that smile registers in ones eyes… reflecting the expression of the soul across ones face…

Like any other celebration… and like no other… it is a tradition… or series of traditions handed down over time… each one is a reminder of what we have and while any day can be a celebration… and is… for each day is a birthday… or day of some significance… but there are those that we focus upon… and it is a wonder to stop… or at least to get a portion of the world to stop for a moment… and believe that it is possible to find peace and harmony… and love in this strange world we live in… and if that is what comes of all this wonder… well… then maybe we should have more…

Dawn approaches on the day after… it is time for change… time for memories… time to grasp hold of what is and what is not and for a few days in the life… hold the course steady… and not let the influences of time… possessions… finance… or others in… just hue…

I find the reflection of other times… most appealing… for within me in rekindles times… that I remember in a new and different delight each time I am reminded of them… I have no time for all the gadgets of modern technology… but maybe I should purchase a scanner… and put some of those wonders some place… but then I am still wondering how the hell I get my albums out of the closet… lol…

There are those moments… when paths collide… when they spark thoughts as they ride… and then just as fast as they hit they are off again in directions neither one could predict… and while one sits and wonders… or seems to sit… each moves in a direction… it just is what it is and inn those moments when confusion over takes me… and I wonder as some one sees me… looking at the horizon… words fail me… and have failed me… and I fear will continue to fail me… and in the stillness… I simply fail to grasp it…

Christmas in my house has been rather hectic… and like lots of families we have the wonder… and the rush… but as I sit here before the dream becomes a reality… I am reminded of Christmas times past… and at least I got sleep last night… There are so many traditions that are in place in any home… the eggnog… the fires… the music… the Christmas morning opening of gifts… the final sigh as all is done… even if we still have some things left to do… all is done… and maybe that is just times way of saying enough… for the truth be told it is not about the gifts of things… that we should be happy for… but for the thoughts pushed our way… hectic or not I had time to think… and that is the difference in me… that I am thank filled for… and while it is not enough at times to satisfy the soul… it eases the diverging paths…

One need only believe in the magic for it to stir the dreams of more…

Some times all that we are is insufficient to satisfy the dreams of another…

For you are… sampling the way another sees the world… and trying on the poetic nature of words… it is sometimes how we change… the closer we get the more we want… the walls come down and we want what is there… but it is not ours per say… it is ours now to find what suits us… and in the wonder of life we get to feed out imagination what ever we wish to feed to it…

Some times the excitement of the day… over takes a young heart long before the day begins… or shall I say the young at heart… for those of us who are up early this morning are the young at heart… the older ones dwell in the warmth of their beds… with visions of sleeping more then sugar plums dancing… the older one gets they either find the magic or sleep through it… I am a dweller on the threshold of the dream… Magic is what I do… and the weary soul that sits with me is anticipating the start of the day with tired eyes… the dogs all nestled in against the cold morning air… noses to bottoms… how does one sleep like that… butt they are dogs and dogs have their way of knowing what to cuddle up to… The young one keeps me company… wondering aloud every so often as to when the others will wake up… and my response is to let the tires sleep… and I as look over once more he has slipped in to a dream… and I cover him with a blanket and wish him a safe journey home…

Dawn is lighting the eastern sky… It is Christmas morning… and the home is quiet… a stillness of anticipation rings… and they sleep… and I wonder… and I think to myself how interesting… one hand moves this way and another moves… well… that is life… and I wish I could respond in kind… but some times for all we do and our there is nothing we can do that will get us to the top… some times loving is the easy part… the difficulty is letting go… or allowing them their paths…

Paths collide on their journeys… sending us off in direction we never imagined… and I am thankful for all those who struck me and sent me careening off in directions I needed to go… I am touched by the generosity… the kindness and the love shown to me… I wish in return I had been able to give more…

It is as close to being as it gets… one more step and we are… and then once more we are beyond… all the focus to reach and suddenly time has walked us right up to the edge… and with all anticipated dreams we reach a point where the dream is about to be pulled into the realm of reality… We are never too old to believe… or to dream… and on this day… and night to come… dreaming is so very necessary… the dream is what makes the magic work so very well… We have reached the place in our home where the ages have grown… the nights are wrapped in the special wonder as the gifts find their way… but there is the some thing… the elusive some thing that finds its way… and that trip to the imagination allows for a great many thoughts… for the heart to believe… It is so close it is on ones lips… the taste of the day is breathed in with each breathe we take… and the scent fills us… it is a collection of memories… wondrous… true and imagined… a place where we can remember form the earliest of times awakening to find magic stirring…

We do knot in all ways see the changes within our hearts… or the ease in witch we shoulder the responsibilities we have… but time shows us the way and we must follow… time stands still for know one… slows yes… stops… only when a life circle is broken… until then their time moves forward in a circular pattern of days…months…seasons… and then years… all ones life is a series of circles… one built upon the other… each stage of life we grow into and then our from… each step we take encourages more steps… each path chosen leads us to some place… each wave hello is a gesture of goodbye to what we had before… each day a promise… each night a dream to come true…

Know one is so far removed from others that they are immune to the power of their own emotions… know one is free of the sentimental powers of memory… of sitting within a thought and letting the time take them past once more… Know one is so far removed from life that they miss the point of it… of rekindling the fire that is us by remembering how we reached this place in time… it just takes the correct moments to trip the delights fantastic…

Time takes us… breaks our patterns… stops us from becoming so routine… that when we stop it is noticed… One side says I wonder… the other… feels the chaos… the rush… the steps of time running away… One thing done opens up the rush to fit in all the other opportunities open to one… I sit at the stop and wonder… A smile on my face for it is the season to smile… a smile for the magic that swirls about me… a smiles for the ones I have been touched by… a smile for each one who I have been blessed to know… and a smile as the path takes us… Even as I sit I am moving… closer and farther away… I smile for all the thanks I can bring forth for I know there is more so much more to be thankful for… I smile for the delight of each dawn and the quiet of each night… I smile for the time… the present I can share… and I smile for myself… for I have found magic…

Much can be said for saying… much can be said for writing or in fact any creative impulse… much is what it brings out of us and into the world… much is what we stir into the forces of our mind to find a way to take the much we form and use it to weave a path to the dream we let our much consider… each day is a stone in our path… each year a journey we have taken… once every so often we find opportunity to stop and look around at the places we have reached and taken to heart… and then we find the touch of others on our being… the influences and inspirations they have provided us with… it is these moments in time that stir our magic and renew our focus…

The song for today… hummm… should be a carol of some sort… the gift is a good song… one of my favorites… for it speaks of what it is to give… to be… butt we all have favorites and mine is not a special one… silent night has all ways been the one stat stirred me the most… versions sung in traditional German… in the simple format in witch it was originally constructed are the most inspiring… it is for me the most interesting of songs related to this time…

When it comes to this time of year we are programmed to believe and from that belief we create the emotional waves… that pull us in directions… we have the faith of our parents… the beliefs they have imparted to us… and now we must decide… or choose not to decide… when ever we stand on a cross road of time… witch is what this place is… we are faced with choices… and each time we reach here we face the same ones… human desire is to believe… to take it at the sound… yet we are inquisitive by nature and when we find that knot all is golden in words we seek facts… and faith is filled with non facts… traditions that started with reason some times wind their way to a totally different conclusions centuries later… for the facts are unsupportive of the rituals we believe come from one place when they actually are borrowed from a place we would never consider… what better way to be accepted then to borrow the traditions that already exist… Our practical minds will find the patterns of choice were not open to the questions of an adults mind butt left to the mind of a child who must walk with guidance… choice is not about being told what to do… but about being able to makes ones own decision based on the variety of opportunities they have before them… the emotions wave over us… and the belief is sown and intertwined with memories and rituals and traditions we hold sacred… to our beliefs and sacred to our hearts…