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No Denial

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. 


I look at the positives that are in my life but the things that go wrong, often overshadow any good that surfaces. I won’t crawl into a shell and become nonexistent or downtrodden, but I do have a tendency to get quiet.

Many of you know that I lost my oldest brother to prostate cancer a couple of years ago. My second oldest brother lost his battle in the same way this past February. I think about my mom and how hard this must be for her losing her two oldest in this way. I have been remembering things my brother Ray (recently past) had talked to me about over the years. One thing comes to mind that we both wished we could have done, but the funds just wasn’t there. I think I was about 17 maybe 18 years old and he said that the price of gasoline was going to rise drastically in the future. At that time, it was unheard of. We were enjoying gas prices well under a dollar per gallon, cigarettes were also less that a dollar a pack. He said that if I could, to put money into oil stock…that was good advice I didn’t or couldn’t follow up on.

Even though I didn’t talk to my brothers on a regular basis while they were here, I do miss them.

There have been other issues that have taken their toll on my mind and I do feel drained emotionally.

Attempts at getting back to a regular routine has proven to be difficult for me, but it will happen. I look to God for strength and endurance….I can’t do it without Him. 

Here’s to moving on and hanging tough.


    

    
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Circumstances

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. 


  

A Blogger’s Pic In Poetry 4

Hello everyone and thank you for your interest in the series

A Blogger’s Pic In Poetry 

This is number 4 in the series and another photograph by Daniel Plumer
What stands out for me in this photo?…the fire and ice look, each giving the other their due respect in opposites, creating a union of beauty.  


Two Beautiful


A fire travels above the cool quench below in sight

Consuming not to destroy, but to give wondrous light

The coolness below touched not by its red hot glare

Seems they two admonish, their beauty declared


Photograph by Daniel Plumer 

Poem by me


Am I Too Hard On Myself?

Sometimes I think I have to justify being critical about what I do or want to do to achieve the goals I have set. It has not been easy for me to push forward to reach for that gold ring as the wheel goes around. 

I think of the setbacks and how hard it has been for me to regroup, breath, forgive AND forget. It is so hard to keep a frame of mind to NOT let things keep me from accomplishing what I know I am capable of doing. It is so easy to listen to that voice telling me to give up, quit, it’s not worth it, OR that it can’t be done. Telling me that no one really cares or wants what I have to offer. 

Sometimes I start feeling and believing that. I do want to stop and I do hear myself say those words, breathing sighs of discouragement.

Yes it is easy to drop it all after losing so much in preparing for this moment in my life…when just a few short years ago I was tool ready and now starting from scratch.

I could let these emotions fester like a sore and destroy me, but then I’m asked if I still make Shadowbox Clocks and I say yes and now find myself custom designing an 8 x 8. 

I do have a lot of things going on and I do intend to keep moving on and NOT giving up. 

Yes I am hard on myself at times but it’s a good thing. As much as I would like to post on a regular basis, I’s getting busy for me and it may get quiet here, but…



Time’s Relevance

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

                                                         

Rain Storms

A popup rain storm is one that is not predicted by the weather personnel. When the conditions are right, they just appear. The lightning strikes, the thunder, the high winds and of course the rain.


Yes storms can do damage that can be costly, but they can also be beneficial. Breaking lose dead tree branches, clearing the air of pollen and pollution. 


When the storm is over and the damages are assessed, it can’t be denied that everything looks cleaner, refreshing and you can smell it in the air. 


I guess it can be said that storms in our lives serve the same purpose even if we don’t see it that way. It is not pleasant to be caught in a rain storm without shelter of any kind and the same can be said for the storms that develop in our lives. But how can anyone deny that once our life storm passes, we feel refreshed and stronger….triumphant. 


Do I welcome or seek these storms into my life?….no way! But I cannot deny that it is a good feeling when all is said and done. 

This Takes Me Back

I’m tellin ya ahead of time….it’s a picture heavy post.


It was time for me to take a closer look at the engine of my van. This won’t be the first time I had the “dog house” cover off, but it will be the first time I’m taking a good look into what I’ll have to do in the near future.

















It comes apart in two sections.







It’s really pretty easy to 
take apart….two 1/2″ bolts
on the floor….



 ….and two clamps on both sides 
at the top.


Once you get both sections off, you have access to a great portion of the engine.


When I removed the breather cover, there was a strong gas odor. I’ll probably replace the oxygen sensors.

Spark plugs don’t look so hot either.   

I climbed underneath to see why my 
tires were worn and part of the reason, 
the ball joints have no grease. 

I rotated the tires to finish up. The van is in sound condition and once I get the tune up and some tires I should be good for a bit.
I tinted the windows a couple weeks ago…it looks much better from a distance, but not bad for doing it alone. The instructions suggest two people; that is some hard stuff to work with I’ll tell ya! I removed the windows from the van and tinted them that way.

On another note….I’m thinking of designing new signatures for my blogs.

Reggie


                                            


Fear and Success

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What Is The Right Thing To Do?

Our internet service went down last night and was restored a couple of hours ago. After the restoration, I really noticed how much email I had accumulated and decided to clean house. While going through my two major accounts it came very clear to me how different things are for me right now. One of the accounts showed me how much I had strayed away from poetry and the online friends I was beginning to become acquainted with. Not only that but a couple of blogs I was reading on a regular basis.


As I continued through the old mail, the dates brought to mind what I had already remembered long before starting this venture. The 1 year anniversary of my oldest brother’s passing. I called my mom and talked to her for awhile and that made me remember even more how much I miss him. It was good to hear my mom’s voice…still strong in my ear….realizing how much I miss her too.


Events in life never stop…they keep coming. How they affect us and how we choose to deal with them rest solely on our individual shoulders. Deleting those old emails did bring back memories but they also triggered a need….no….a desire to restore what I miss about me. Even though you may not have heard from me as much as before, I have not been idle. Changes have been taking place and the journey continues.


Eliminating that which hinders us sometimes may not seem the right thing to do in the eyes of others, but others don’t have to live our lives. Remembering is not always a good thing, but forgetting can sometimes be the wrong thing to do. How we handle these rest solely on our individual shoulders.


Time doesn’t stop, events continue to happen and changes do take their place. We must also take our spot and do what is right for us…even if others may think it foolish…they do not live our lives…and we don’t live theirs. 


Making decisions are all a part of the journey and they have to be made…good or bad, right or wrong. 

Remembering 9/11

The 10th Anniversary of September 11th is this coming Sunday. I want to dedicate this to the men and women who lost and sacrificed their lives on that fateful day. To the families who lost those dear to them, the friends who also suffered loss…never to hear that laugh or see that smile. To a country brought to disbelief and anger. 

On that day, September 11, 2001 I was working and the manager called me on the radio and said that a plane just flew into one of the Twin Towers at The World Trade Center. I remember asking him in disbelief what it was he had said and he repeated…a plane (American Airlines Flight 11) just flew into one of the Twin Towers in New York. I asked him was it a big plane or a little plane? He said that he didn’t know…he would guess that it was a small commuter plane. I thought to myself, yeah who would fly a jetliner into a building on purpose. 

I go back to work and he calls me back and said a second plane (United Airlines Flight 175) flew into the other Tower.

I was in total shock because now I know this is not an accident. So I turned on the radio and they are broadcasting the unfolding events. I remember them saying they don’t know if more planes were involved. By the time the third plane had struck the Pentagon, I was driving and I said out loud…what in the world is going on? 

The radio reports didn’t give me vision and I so badly wanted to see what I was hearing so much about. I don’t remember what time I finally got home but the first thing I did was turn on the TV. I switched channels until settling on CNN. 

The reason I chose this picture is because of this:

While watching the broadcast, the camera was zoomed in on the Twin Towers and I was glued to the screen. The broadcasters had stated before showing the clip that it would be graphic….out of nowhere, as if flying over my head into view was the second plane to strike. It was as if I was sitting in the plane myself when the plane struck its target. I was absolutely horrified by what I just saw. It was at that moment it all seemed to hit home for me. It was an incredible sight…not as in awesome, but as in the devastation that was taking place on our homeland…here in America.
         
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My heart was heavy for the victims and bitterly angry toward those responsible.

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I thought the sight of the second Tower being hit was enough to make me sick, but when the Towers came down…. 

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The Pentagon where American Airlines Flight 77 crashed.

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And those of United Airlines Flight 93 and their heroic deed
which brought them to Shanksville, PA.

September 11, 2001

A day never to forget. 

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