Not sure where to start after about a month and a half of silence. I won’t deny that I have been out of the loop in many ways for various reasons. While I’m driving during the day, so much is on my mind and some of it takes me on a journey of wonderment.
Archive for the ‘children’ Category
If I’m not mistaken, I haven’t highlighted Ava in any of my posts. Yes she has been included as a group or pair and yes I have pictures of her by herself, but she doesn’t have her own post.
There have been so many events that have taken our breath way over time…far too many. And this latest concerning the death of young Trayvon Martin is beyond shocking to put it politely.
When I saw the first picture of Trayvon, my first thought was how young he looked for his age and second how small his body frame was. A few hours ago, Trayvon’s parents were being interviewed on TV…sorry don’t remember with who…and his father described what the police told him…after showing him a picture of his dead son…concerning the events that lead to the death of his son.
He was told that after Zimmerman, the security guard who was told by the police not to follow the guy, met up with Trayvon and after a scuffle, Trayvon was “straddled over Zimmerman with his hand over Zimmerman’s mouth“. Then Zimmerman was able to draw his weapon and fire one shot…”Trayvon put his hands in the air and said ‘you got me’ “, and fell back…dead or dying. Shot by someone who shouldn’t have been there.
What was it that made Zimmerman want to pursue after Trayvon when he as clearly told not to. Why didn’t that same instinct or whatever drove Zimmerman to the point of contact….upon that contact, without even knowing his true age, say to himself…even without gut instinct…say to himself….this is just a kid. Even if Trayvon had said something undesirable to Zimmerman….Trayvon looks like a kid and should have been handled accordingly. But apparently, Zimmerman never caught that.
It is a travesty when we are profiled/judged because of what we wear or how we look. Now I’ll be the first to tell you that I’m not big on the pants around the ankles and waddling like a duck when you walk, but I do know that what I see is not necessarily the person. I like to wear a hoodie but don’t usually wear the hood unless I’m shielding myself from the cold.
Why am I all of a sudden on a tandem about anything? I have had changes in the past couple of months and just these past few weeks have been even more changes….then this happens….it struck a nerve. It happened at a time when I can no longer be silent.
There was a moment in time, when someone didn’t listen, and a young Trayvon Martin was shot and died.
I have sons too…
And the twinkle in the eyes also match
In ears of those that do catch
The sound of words from paper books
Telling stories ’bout nooks n brooks
It is joyous for sure from sea
To the the tallest ever tree
How they love as it’s time for bed
On puffy pillows they lay their head
It was obvious to me at this point I was not using the same type of fasteners to support the seat.
So my choice was to use these small
nails with a twist.
It was really an easy fix, but the look on her face made it even more satisfying.
The past few days I have been doing some T-shirt designs and I have come to realize that I like my older software more that I like the new. What I miss more is the artwork. The new one is good and loaded with clip art.
Trying to get a handle on things…my life in general…can be an exhausting experience. I feel as if I am just beginning to come to a part of the road that is somewhat comfortable.
I can’t deny that I have been struggling within. The emotional strain had been almost unbearable. Trying to cope as the saying goes.
There are things about my blog I miss that I need to get back into. Not having as much time on my hands that I used to is a problem but not the total reason for my absence of late. By my absence, I mean some of the things I miss blogging about.
So one of my goals is to change that….and I’ll begin here…
I spent some time outside with the grandkids this afternoon, and tossed the ball around with Kiah for a few minutes. Then it was on to paint…
This is only a shadow of what they can become.
I look forward to many more masterpieces like these to be created.
I know my kids have what it takes to succeed and I am proud of what they have accomplished thus far.
I am a believer in a bright future. Also knowing that hard work and discipline is a key. If I do that (discipline), I see a bright future.
Another year is about to come to an end. So much has transpired this past year and some things will carry over into the new year.
The birth of my grandson…that was special.
I created and designed The Bottomless Heart, a project that will carry over into the new year.
My wife and my son have moved here to be with us…and they brought a foot of snow with them.
I really don’t want to do a year in review…just wanted to mention a few highlights.
I would like to thank all of you for taking the time to stop by and read. Sure I could write without having one post read by anyone other than me, but you make it special.
I’m looking for good things to happen in 2011…I hope you come along for the journey.
I will be working more on my website, watching my grandchildren grow, starting new projects and fixing broke stuff.
I’m not sure where to begin…I’ve started this thing four times already.
The drive…the friends…the aches and pains…or the need for more sleep.
Well, Reg and I got the majority of the truck loaded Saturday night. There were just the last minute items that seemed to take forever to finish on Sunday.
Sunday morning we all head off to church. New Life Worship Center. It had been…oh gosh…I believe at least five years since we were all there together.
It was as if we had never left.
There were some people in the church who knew we were coming that morning and we figured the word had gotten out, but to our surprise, the ones who knew must have kept it to themselves. The look on the faces as we walked in were priceless…really priceless. As we began to find a place to sit, we were greeted with handshakes and hugs.
As I sat in the pew, listening to the singing, memories began to flood my mind with the moments I had enjoyed when we attended…the worship, the fellowship…that too is priceless.
It still has that at home feel to it. It was really nice to catch up with what’s going on in the lives of those you haven’t seen in years. They were having their Christmas program and a dinner afterward.