tao1776

I received 40+ hits on my blog today. Although I haven't bothered with calculating the percentages, the top searches that have directed seekers to my blog is typing into google the words' fuck you bush

"Cold hearted orb that rules the night Removes the colors from our sight Red is gray and yellow white But we decide which is right And which is an illusion.......................

We walked home as a group from school each day. As the leaves began to change finding themselves pushed from their summer caregivers, we strolled knee deep in the autumn bounty of color, scent and sound. We would wade through the colorful and crunchy captors of our imagination and tell tales of school and of Halloween and the new television shows that flickered upon our black and white television screens. When we arrived home we would change out of our school clothes and put on our play clothes, grabbing a snack before heading out to romp with our friends. There were those boys among us that were older now and sported cigarette packs rolled up under their tee shirt sleeves, just ever so slightly above their developing guns. Fast cars were every boys dream. Fast cars and fast girls. And beer. Have a Bud! Hey neighbor, have a Gansett! The right of passage was a car, a girl, and beer. Even so, there was only one full time cop and one cruiser that doubled as the ambulance responsible fo

“Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over.” Gloria Naylor Is there a right or a wrong when it comes to relationships; with friends, with co-workers, with family? I'm sure that there is. Any act of anger and violence or betrayal can be forgiven. But when do you draw the line and finally decide to calmly walk on the other side of the street? I seem to be walking on the other side of the street a lot these days. It's sunnier here. Little clouds of drama. Where I once saw it my role to support, listen, and ignore a high degree of bad behavior, I now choose to do good when I see the opportunity to do so. Perhaps I should be more engaged. But the missionary mind in me has died. If I have any support or skill or love to offer, it seems severely lacking these days. Am I my brother's keeper? Is

An acquaintance of ours, that belongs to the same group as the Lady, mailed his group dues from his home in merry olde England; only to have it deposited in the US Postal Mail delivery system somewhere in or about the Twin Towers. It also happened that his wife was in NY on business on 9/11 and was in the lower level of one of the towers when the planes hit. She got out safely but was sickened and terrified by the horrible event for months. During the ensuing months of cleaning up of the mounds of debris, papers of every kind were recovered and yes, they found our friends dues letter and forwarded it to the proper address. During some business of my own with my English friend, I forwarded a "cling-on" American Flag window decal made using the printing ink from the company that I worked for. My decal and transaction arrived at the same time as the postal notification that his letter and dues check had been found and delivered. His wife placed the decal on the glass covering a

I had an unprecedented two days off at weeks end and the weather was exceedingly pleasant. I was unsure as to what I might do with myself because when I do have a day off I'm either watching my granddaughter or I have some other unfulfilled task waiting to be done. Not that I'm whining. I was looking for some alone time, if you know what I mean. As Thursday rolled closer it was determined that I was needed at my brother in laws to aide in some banking matters. It was a good day. I have been derelict in my duties with him. We are working on placing him on SSDI as he has physical limitations (he was hit by a car) and he has an IQ of about 95 placing him forever 14 in a 44 year old's body. We took care of business and I took him out for lunch and we made plans to buy him a new mattress and couch on Labor Day. As I retired later that evening I had a desire to spend Friday at some holy place. I thought that I might pray and meditate at Redemption Rock. (see my profile picture)