My current project is due to noise I had been hearing from my front end while driving. After examination I narrowed it down to the outside tie-rod end on the driver’s side.
After I finished I took for a spin and the noise is gone, it handles better and now I have to get a wheel alignment.
A expected project done unexpectedly.
Love IS hard but it is the only glue that bonds a relationship through the moments that are trying, for one or both in love. I’m sure thoughts and feelings of is it really worth it enter any relationship. That is only answered in the heart. How much can it take? How long does it sustain strength to endure…ensure…it will have what it desires, needs, wants in fulfillment and satisfaction.
Tenderly strong is the heart. Powerfully weak as well. Baffling it is by the decisions made because of it. It is that organ tied so in touch with that emotion called love….that feeling….embedded by the Master of love.
So fragile it is in the center of it all…in body and relationships.
All it wants?…to be loved. It’s that asking too much?
Sometimes we have to make adjustments that require us to deviate from our normal scheme of things due to unforeseen circumstances. How we handle those situations define, to a point the character that make up our being.
Defining moments have a tendency to strengthen our character…or they can make us weak. Who we are at this moment in time, could derive from the lessons taught by others and the lessons learned from life.
Attempts to get through it all by way of deception is of no benefit to the deceiver as much as they may think it is. They learn no true values of life and reap the hand they play. For the recipient of the deceptions, much is learned and they in turn grow wiser.
Good sound wisdom passed on, generates a fire that burns deep into the minds that seek knowledge for the betterment in life.
Circumstances are a necessity that is required for growth, and growth is necessary in life.
I’ve noticed that some of my old post have been read lately and that has given me a curious look myself. I’ve opened a couple of them to see what I’ve written and noticed that I’ve done some experimenting along the way since I started this blog.
I recently deleted my second most read post because I wasn’t really thinking when I wrote it and I thought it may have been offensive to women. Thinking back, I was angry not at women, but with TheWife and just happen to blurt out loud my frustration and the post really had nothing to do with why I was upset with her.
In general I am happy to say that my blog hasn’t really changed although I have done some experimenting.
This post…World Class gets a lot of reads and reflects the core of my blog. I believe that life in general is our place of learning. Not taking away from text books, but they can’t give what life itself does. If we can’t learn from life, all the books in the world are useless….that’s just me.
Life Has…is another post that has been read most recently by a few people. After reading this again brought to mind a post I had written about Steps.
Reading these reminded me of the style of poetry I like to write most although I have written a little on the dark side.
A stroll down memory lane has brought back the experiences I have in writing this blog and what I’ve learned along the way. It’s not a very popular blog but I do appreciate my followers and those who happen to drop in unexpected. I keep moving along and I’ll see what this journey has in store.
A Blogger’s Pic In Poetry
This is number 5 and again Daniel Plumer is the featured photographer.
I just have one question…do u see what eye see?
Daisies Of Yellow
Slowly approach, does the Cloud Of White
Sneaky he is, disguised in upper top right
Under cover of thick and dark it seems
Hiding behind glasses, his eyes are not seen
Laying in wait is the Rock Of Stone Mount
Face in center below, lips parched under its snout
Hand of left ready to batter what the cloud will bestow
His chest still and steady beneath the face, coming slow
‘Tis a battle to commence betwixt these two fellows
See them flee the scene, all these Daisies Of Yellow
Photo by Daniel Plumer
Poem by me
This is the third in the series
A Blogger’s Pic In Poetry
Reading has taken on a technological turn and more people are reading on electronic devices and when I saw this it brought to my mind the art of reading a paper book.
I don’t remember how I found this one but it definitely caught my eye. The first click of the picture took me to Britta Nickel’s Tumblr blog/page which is linked to Sweet Southern Nights also on Tumblr. On Sweet Southern Nights you will find an array of photos that range from A to Z.
The art of reading in abnormal tradition
Feet in air bare monumental condition
Hard copy in hand, there’s nothing like it
Twenty seven times straight, becomes habit
Photo taken by: Unknown
Poem by me
I may have spoken too soon when I mentioned how bad it wasn’t here, concerning Hurricane Sandy….not thinking about what may happen elsewhere. It began to unfold as I got bits and pieces of what was happening north of us while I was at work today.
As I sit here watching the news, the devastation is coming to light. I almost feel as if I was being selfish, but I posted that before the northern portion of our area had been hit. Still for me, it doesn’t lessen the blow.
The loss of life and property is mounting and so does my feelings of being an idiot.
Lessons are learned in so many different ways. I wish I didn’t have to learn this one.
My thoughts and prayers go out to the families who have lost loved ones and to the survivors who will recover from this change that has taken hold of their lives.
It’s funny sometimes how things work out or just plain Divine intervention…a wake up so to speak. Any number of people can tell you the same thing over time but when one person speaks it, you finally hear it. You actually stop to breath, and it feels so fresh. It puts things into perspective again. That happened today. So that coupled with what I have and haven’t been doing brings a welcomed collision.
What I haven’t been doing is finishing some projects I started, but that did give me time to take the time to review what I have been doing with my designs and some other things I could be doing. So that got me started.
I have been busy coming up with some new designs and was in the process of putting products on the site when the server crashed. I did get a few items up but not what I really wanted because I didn’t have the images in my basket on the site yet.
So I’m actually pecking this out instead doing that. But this is one of those things I haven’t been doing and has bothered me more than I should have let it. One of those things that I have struggled with the past few weeks. I haven’t felt like writing or doing much of anything on the social network (which I have trouble with anyway), discouragement settling in and getting a pretty good grip.
Then out of nowhere, the words come to light and they shook me. A much needed breath of fresh air. So thankful that it finally clicked. It just took one.
Time’s relevance is irrelevant at times
Other times, so vastly important
Seeking to achieve one’s destiny
Time waits for no man at all times
Man’s purpose, sought by man throughout
In degrees that vary for purpose in life
Some to persevere in want and need
By others in disillusionment and despair
Flashing moments portray accomplishments
Times even to them who feel failure
Remember one and all, remember
Time’s relevance, in the hands of one
We spotted this cocoon in our Canna Lily yesterday.
This is on a branch hanging over into our back area.