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September 2009 
As my daughter's friend tells me, Halfway to a hundred.
Posted on Sep 25th, 2008
by 
WhiteWolf
WhiteWolf
What a long year it has been. Work has been a bear. I had another site dropped on me so I have had twice the work. Though they are talking about getting another person to help out. So maybe an upside there. Of course, the economy has really crimped our plans on selling our house and moving closer to my in-laws. We have the other house picked out, just need a buyer. Patience, my precious. At least gas prices have retreated a bit, not enough, but some.
It has been a little rough personally and spiritually. I keep plodding along though, knowing that at some point things will change. I guess that is what comes from living all these years. After all this time you learn that everything, every phase is transient. If we resist these changes, we only cause difficulty for ourselves. We need to just flow with the river and go with the ebb and flow of life. If you have ever followed a river, you will notice that at times it is slow moving, meandering, peaceful. Other times, it is rushing and splashing as it dashes over the rocks and broken branches.
When I look back over my spiritual life, it has been the same. There are times where I am full on in synch, then other times I feel floundering, disconnected. Yet, I have come to know by looking back over all those years that in time things will change yet again. Maybe that is the whole thing with life, learning to flow with the ebbs and flow. Taking time to enjoy the ebbs, soak up the sun, smell the roses and recharge our batteries for the rapids that may arise.
You know, despite all the turmoil over the last few months, I know that I can come home and Cindy will be there to welcome me home. She is an amazing lady who truly knows the meaning of unconditional love. Then there is Brandy, our springerdoodle pup. She is about ten months now and when I walk in she is all excited. That is what helps me get through those tough times, all that loving. Of course, there are my kids, Lindsey and Sean, and Neile and Kyle. We don't get to see Neilie as much these days as she lives a bit away and is living her own life.
I guess what has really bothered me most is not writing. Last year I wrote two series, Year of Unity and Reconnecting. I threw in a couple of Wisdom from a Fortune Cookies as filler. It seemed like I was so prolific and inspired. Towards the end of last year, I felt that the next series, the one for this year, was to be the Year of Hope. I haven't looked back at what I have written, but I believe I may have written two things. It was like I was in a drought, but in reality, I was in one of those periods where I felt disconnected. I pray I have not disappointed any of you who have enjoyed my writings. I do appreciate the emails and comments. Oh, and for those of you who liked the Year of Unity and the Reconnecting series I was able to put it into a pdf book and found a place to post it so people can download it. http://drop.io/white_wolf
I love to write. I love to share my thoughts and inspirations. What bothered me most this year was that with the Year of Hope, I didn't feel like I had a lot of it. The cost of gas was rising drastically so that I could afford less and less. Work was taking up more and more of my life. Take the past few weeks, my motorcycle got a slow leak in the rear tire. I had it in and the mechanic couldn't find a hole, but thought it was the gasket on the valve stem. Nope. So I have to drop it off again so I can't ride, so more gas in the car. Which then decided to die on me yesterday, so I had to put it in the shop. While I had it there I had them change out the timing belt since I was long over due. Ka-ching, more money out the door. Yet, unlike in the past, I didn't get all wigged out. I just went with the flow. It has happened so many times in the past and somehow things get taken care of, so why waste all the fret and worry? I just worked through it. Of course it helps knowing that come Saturday I am heading off to parts unknown. A surprise birthday present from my wife tell celebrate my half-century mark. A whole week not worrying about work, kids, or anything else. After the pressure cooker I have been under lately, I won't know what to do with myself. It is much needed, and much appreciated.
So maybe there is a little hope. Maybe even in the world that somehow, someway, with all that is going on lately, we will all see the ebb and flow and come together as one people. There are many stories of the depression era when people came together for each other. Maybe these economic times are a test. Maybe it is a reminder of those simpler times before ipods, cell phones, computers, and instant oatmeal. A time when people took time to do things like bake bread or cook a Sunday dinner. Or better yet, help your neighbor raise a barn. For you younguns out there, look up barn raising and see the pictures of the old days when the community came together to help you raise a barn and then celebrated with a big picnic. It takes a village, maybe we all missed the point of that as the term became the political badge of the Clintons. Maybe we should remember that it takes a village to make a community. Neighbors watching out for each other. KIds knowing that they didn't dare cross the line because everyone knew everyone else and word would get back to your parents. How many of your neighbors do you know? Maybe there is hope that maybe I am finally getting it. That all the words that I have been writing that are just flowing through me, a gift from the spirit to share with others, were also meant for me. Ya know, when I go away next week, wherever it is that I land, I am going to take the time to reconnect. I will sit by a tree for a bit and just take things in. I will open my heart to the spirit of the place. I will take off my shoes and let my feet touch the good earth.
I want to thank all of you who take the time to read my words. I pray that as I have, you have found some meaning in them to take into your heart. I pray that somehow, someway, I have inspired at least one of you to reconnect. I pray that somehow, someway, we will all find a way to come together in unity, no borders, no fences, no religion, no race, no sex, just spirit.
My heart to your heart, one heart, one spirit.
It has been a little rough personally and spiritually. I keep plodding along though, knowing that at some point things will change. I guess that is what comes from living all these years. After all this time you learn that everything, every phase is transient. If we resist these changes, we only cause difficulty for ourselves. We need to just flow with the river and go with the ebb and flow of life. If you have ever followed a river, you will notice that at times it is slow moving, meandering, peaceful. Other times, it is rushing and splashing as it dashes over the rocks and broken branches.
When I look back over my spiritual life, it has been the same. There are times where I am full on in synch, then other times I feel floundering, disconnected. Yet, I have come to know by looking back over all those years that in time things will change yet again. Maybe that is the whole thing with life, learning to flow with the ebbs and flow. Taking time to enjoy the ebbs, soak up the sun, smell the roses and recharge our batteries for the rapids that may arise.
You know, despite all the turmoil over the last few months, I know that I can come home and Cindy will be there to welcome me home. She is an amazing lady who truly knows the meaning of unconditional love. Then there is Brandy, our springerdoodle pup. She is about ten months now and when I walk in she is all excited. That is what helps me get through those tough times, all that loving. Of course, there are my kids, Lindsey and Sean, and Neile and Kyle. We don't get to see Neilie as much these days as she lives a bit away and is living her own life.
I guess what has really bothered me most is not writing. Last year I wrote two series, Year of Unity and Reconnecting. I threw in a couple of Wisdom from a Fortune Cookies as filler. It seemed like I was so prolific and inspired. Towards the end of last year, I felt that the next series, the one for this year, was to be the Year of Hope. I haven't looked back at what I have written, but I believe I may have written two things. It was like I was in a drought, but in reality, I was in one of those periods where I felt disconnected. I pray I have not disappointed any of you who have enjoyed my writings. I do appreciate the emails and comments. Oh, and for those of you who liked the Year of Unity and the Reconnecting series I was able to put it into a pdf book and found a place to post it so people can download it. http://drop.io/white_wolf
I love to write. I love to share my thoughts and inspirations. What bothered me most this year was that with the Year of Hope, I didn't feel like I had a lot of it. The cost of gas was rising drastically so that I could afford less and less. Work was taking up more and more of my life. Take the past few weeks, my motorcycle got a slow leak in the rear tire. I had it in and the mechanic couldn't find a hole, but thought it was the gasket on the valve stem. Nope. So I have to drop it off again so I can't ride, so more gas in the car. Which then decided to die on me yesterday, so I had to put it in the shop. While I had it there I had them change out the timing belt since I was long over due. Ka-ching, more money out the door. Yet, unlike in the past, I didn't get all wigged out. I just went with the flow. It has happened so many times in the past and somehow things get taken care of, so why waste all the fret and worry? I just worked through it. Of course it helps knowing that come Saturday I am heading off to parts unknown. A surprise birthday present from my wife tell celebrate my half-century mark. A whole week not worrying about work, kids, or anything else. After the pressure cooker I have been under lately, I won't know what to do with myself. It is much needed, and much appreciated.
So maybe there is a little hope. Maybe even in the world that somehow, someway, with all that is going on lately, we will all see the ebb and flow and come together as one people. There are many stories of the depression era when people came together for each other. Maybe these economic times are a test. Maybe it is a reminder of those simpler times before ipods, cell phones, computers, and instant oatmeal. A time when people took time to do things like bake bread or cook a Sunday dinner. Or better yet, help your neighbor raise a barn. For you younguns out there, look up barn raising and see the pictures of the old days when the community came together to help you raise a barn and then celebrated with a big picnic. It takes a village, maybe we all missed the point of that as the term became the political badge of the Clintons. Maybe we should remember that it takes a village to make a community. Neighbors watching out for each other. KIds knowing that they didn't dare cross the line because everyone knew everyone else and word would get back to your parents. How many of your neighbors do you know? Maybe there is hope that maybe I am finally getting it. That all the words that I have been writing that are just flowing through me, a gift from the spirit to share with others, were also meant for me. Ya know, when I go away next week, wherever it is that I land, I am going to take the time to reconnect. I will sit by a tree for a bit and just take things in. I will open my heart to the spirit of the place. I will take off my shoes and let my feet touch the good earth.
I want to thank all of you who take the time to read my words. I pray that as I have, you have found some meaning in them to take into your heart. I pray that somehow, someway, I have inspired at least one of you to reconnect. I pray that somehow, someway, we will all find a way to come together in unity, no borders, no fences, no religion, no race, no sex, just spirit.
My heart to your heart, one heart, one spirit.
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