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I looked at my hands today; looked at the backs where used to be tight, smooth skin browned by the sun and wind. Now I see scars of incidents and indescretions hiding amidst wrinkles and loose skin, and where there was once subtle lines of blue veins, the veins now seem to be larger making rather ugly road maps on the backs of my hands. The one ring I wear seems considerably looser than just a few years…

Walking The Barrier, Grand Isle

At bottom every man knows well enough that he is a unique being, only once on this earth;…

Yesterday melts into a fine tomorrow

gone is the candle flickering in the wind.

Now at pinnacle of another wedding

yesteryears tears are chased away.

Beaming at your royal groom,

we share your…

Easter

an opportunity to experience joy and hope

and cast away the burdens of painful reality

an opportunity to release anger and stress

and rejoice in forgiveness of others and self

an opportunity to find hope to shine light

through the darkness of discouragement and despair

an opportunity to…

I think I may have to leave TBD altogeter...Too much sadness. I think if there are people trying to throw a wedge into TBD they have done a good job.... I should have stayed out of the whole damn mess because I  tend to want to stick up for everyone.......Sticking up for everyone.. alienates everyone...LOL.....Then you are left with no-one.

I am first going to give my friends time to say goodby so I will stay a week.

In the meantime I will be staying out of anything that gets…

I lifted that title from from a song of the same name, from the late Warren Zevon's final album.  The song really doesn't have much to do with this blog....its more of a teaser.

I felt compelled to jot down my thoughts on My Atlantis, my involvement with the site, and how it all impacted TBD/Ning.

When TBD closed up shop, about two years ago, TBD/Ning was provided to us, by Robin Wolaner, as I remember, as a "landing strip"....a place to sort things out and find our way on the…

Sugarhouse, Vermont

A farmer was overseeing his herd in a remote pasture in Vermont when suddenly a brand-new BMW advanced out of a dust cloud towards him.

The driver, a young man in a Brioni suit, Gucci shoes, RayBan sunglasses and YSL tie leans out the window and asks the farmer, "If I tell you exactly how many cows and calves you have in…

Why do people post closed blogs in the blog section? ....Can someone please help me figure this one out? I'm stumped......:}

Right Place, Right Time

THOUGHTS ON BEING GRATEFUL AND APPRECIATIVE

One recurring attribute of people who have happiness (or inner peace and contentment) is the attribute of being grateful and appreciative for what is all around them. This is an attribute that all

of us could well cultivate, for it…

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. …

The river lies resting beneath the ice. Whether that rest is peaceful or anxious, I cannot say. Is there resentment in the old watery heart at having been "tamed into a series of navigation pools, locked punitively between dams? Does it rest quietly, dreaming of spring and fresh snow melt, or does it wait like an ambush predator beneath its brilliant blanket of snow and ice, waiting for the inevitable fool to try to walk across it's vast width, only to disappear into its icy, ancient…

At first glance, this little addendum to our discussions might seem off-topic.  But, is it really, if all I am trying to convey is why you...as a grandparent, or a parent, some other relative or just a

good, caring friend of ALL children...should not overlook the times you

may play a role in a young person's Life as a teacher.

The short conversation that is the basis of this discussion is a bit irreverent...maybe even brusque. It is written from the…

Two years ago today, I met my best friend right here on TBD. She rescued me from a life of mediocrity, repression, and numbness by reaching out to me on a springlike Sunday afternoon. She took off my boots, set aside my gun, and kissed me ever so gently. She was already finding her own new way, and she encouraged me to find mine. We stayed up all night chatting, discovering each other, and realizing this connection we had was big. And since that time, our epic story has grown beyond…

Something I created last year which I wish to resurrect-

I've met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, "Why?" Why did I cause so much pain?

Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake…