flowers are good

Gave some thought to being bald today. Course I am not bald actually but then I might look bald. Gave some thoughts to Alice in Wonderland. That book is a little lower and to the left. Left of course is what it might be but it is indeed more than it appears. Then on the other hand today is no day to fall down that hole. Seems like bald can be sort of dark in that it reminds one of being in a different state. Lot has past. Lots to ponder. The microscope probably was about 1955. It's been in the family a long time. Course then so have some of the books. The Ford never was in the family but then the replica has been around for a while. I was a chevy guy. Folks then were either chevy guys or Ford folks I suppose. Seems like the difference really blurred a lot. Don't know that it isn't still blurry. Today I went for what was really a walk rather than a run. I suppose thats ok, but then running is still an option. Took those flower pictures myself. Back on Oct 08. Then again guess this blog has covered some years.

I had the experience in spite of the bridge

maybe that really is me?

On more than one occasion over a lot of years, not really recently unfortunately, I have gone to the Bay area for business meetings. Those meetings often turned at days end to social events and rooms full of people. You walk around with a name tag on and mix with folks and talk. So on more than one or two occasions, years back, someone would ask me with a straight face if I played for the 49ers. Well that was interesting. A couple of times I said yes, and waited a few minutes. Then again that was a while back. No one has asked that in a long time. Then again I haven't been in the Bay Area in a long time. Maybe that is what I need to do. Then again the "sharp edges" to this story is that it really doesn't mean anything. It would indeed be more fun to be in a room full of people you know than with strangers anyway. Either way things unexpected will happen. I was reading a article about "randomness" the other day. The point was that often big events happen that just could not have been anticipated. Trying to predict what a sequence of events will lead to without knowing the unknown impact of things not expected would be hard if not impossible, according to the article. An example was the Internet. No sequence of events could have anticipated the impact of the Internet before it was here and so it would be with a lot of unexpected things. On the other hand this all assumes that our focus would be on events and even things rather than on who we are really and what we become. Unlike those that may have for a brief moment mistook who I was the question really is who do I think I am. If the sequence of events that make up our life are looked at in terms of "who are we" or what are we becoming then I would think that randomness is a non factor. Our motives and desires and what we really love most will eventually define us and no event expected or not will change that.

motive might be a logical component

Randomness, as defined by Aristotle is the situation when a choice is to be made which has no logical component* by which to determine or make the choice. According to several standard interpretations of quantum mechanics, some phenomena are objectively random. That is, in an experiment where all causally relevant parameters are controlled, there will still be some aspects of the outcome which vary randomly.

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component of a lot of choices that does bring about

an outcome that could be predicted.

On the other hand doing the right thing for the right reason might be just as important as the results that they bring. Then too this at least is a blog for today, which is my main motive in writing it.

The wind, stand tall,

I was watching a movie the other day and it was about a man who went to the country to live after he had lost everything. He found some people who he did not know and settled with them. He had not lived in the country but learned their ways. He learned to plant rice in fields of water and as he planted he noticed that the breeze would come and all would stand up and let the breeze blow against their faces and bodies standing silent for a short time. A ritual. Perhaps meditation. Perhaps just appreciating what is good about what one is doing. I love to run when a wind hits my face. I like the scripture in John 3:8 that says: The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit..............later it is suggested that knowledge comes but if we don't accept what we see in front of our face we would not accept more. Standing with the wind in our face is enough. It was enough for those that stopped to experience it and then went back to work once it left. Good message. Don't know where it came from, or where it is going, but while it is with me it makes me stand tall. Love the wind in my face.

want to be more..........always try

"Thinking" about how much difference a person can make in your life.
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Many people influence us in very positive ways. I have a couple of cousins (I have a lot of good cousins but I am thinking of two from two different families in particular right now) that from a very young age left me with the impression that they just were good sincere people who wanted to do their best, and did indeed to well at a lot of things, and many many years later they still impress me. Impress may be the wrong word. Inspire, motivate, admire, appreciate all work. I was better to have known them. I have always wanted to be more than I was because of that type of influence. I have had many friends that made a positive difference. Again the common thread was what kind of people they were. One friend, JP, was an advisor of sorts for a lot of years, even now if needed, and I knew that his standards for doing anything was going to take me in the "right" direction.
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We do make each other better. That said I think we ought to "seek out the best of friends and associates". If we are what we think, and that is pretty obvious, then we think about what and who we associate with. Perhaps some friends are not so positive and perhaps we can say that it is us that becomes the positive influence and great if that is the case but it takes twice the effort on our part to overcome the negative influence trying to put out some positive and a lot of years tells me we fool ourself thinking we are that strong. I have noticed that the two KJ's have had some very very good friends in their lives. That is a strong example for me to want to do the same. We can be better tomorrow no matter what our yesterdays were. We can.

mid week thoughts

Craving a really good fresh peach. Cold. Juicy. Ripe. Don't see many peaches. Then too peaches bring back a lot of memories. Late summer was a time when peaches were "canned" when I was growing up. "Canned Peaches", of course, really was the term for "bottled in quart jars", under pressure. The peaches would be sliced, peeled and put in a steam kettle with a lot of sugar and then cooked under pressure. I am not sure why all the sugar was necessary. I remember seeing the pressure cooker all locked down with water almost boiling inside and always wondered what would happen if it blew up?My dad had a bowl of peaches "every" morning for as long as I could remember. They were for many years the bottled peaches but for a lot of those years they were canned peaches and in this sense canned was in cans, store bought, not bottles. If one was to buy canned peaches then California Yellow Cling was the best. On the other hand for Fresh Peaches, "Brigham City Utah Peaches" were the best.

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I of course read a couple of blogs every day. They often have "lists". Things that were done the last month. Things that are favorite's. Lists of books and all kinds of favorites. I have not often put those kinds of lists on my blog but then maybe today? A list of favorite foods over the years....................................

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Peaches (fresh), Raspberries (fresh), Snicker Bars, KJ's Special Chocolate Cookies, French Toast, Waffles with fresh raspberries, berries and whipped cream, Jello with fruit, KJ's special Banana Split Desert, KJ's Lasagna, creme brulee, Lobster, halibut, KJ's special yams, Strawberries (fresh), grapes, carrot raisin salad, Lion House rolls and so on. I suppose I ought to put a warning on this blog not to read if your on a diet but then what are the odds that my favorites would be much of a temptation anyway? Probably less than 47.5%. Then again I read just today that most statitics are made up on the spot. I would figure that there is a 91% odds that the last sentence is accurate.

The moon never beams without bringing me dreams, I suppose

ok I took the picture from KJ's stuff. Great picture of course. The point is pretty obvious, being "cat and mouse". Today is a mouse day. New computer for KJ but the mouse won't work so we can't set it up. Probably another dell issue since the mouse is still dell. I just looked down and noticed that my mouse is hp. Suppose that opens the door to a test. Need to go out and run first. Suppose this is face book chatter not blog stuff but then I need to go out to run. Was thinking about the St G Marathons done over many years as I read another favorite blog today. I am glad I did them. On the other hand I am glad I made it through a few of them and that I am still here to type about it.

All that I can do

Earlier tonight we were looking through a daily journal where I have written thoughts over the years. Looking back I see lots pages where the daily happenings of our family are recorded. Family stood out. All other activities faded. I read a story in the Ensign again tonight. Teaching about prayer was illustrated by a father and son who meet in a far away city and as they left each other they knew that they would never again in this life live with each other. They would see each other of course but it represented one leaving the other. Then I thought of the last time I had seen my own father. He was walking away to get on a bus. I saw him leave for the last time in this life. The stories tell of feelings, of hoping, that he would be prepared for what was to come. Of hoping that all that could have been done to help him had been done. A prayer had always been the practice. Fathers watching over sons and hoping for the 'Fathers" help. The most a Father can do for a son or a daughter is to love their mother. Then too, to hope that they will seek the help of "our" Father as they go on by themselves. One doesn't have to come to New Mexico to find their "soul standing still" with hope and expectation and faith and love.
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"I think that New Mexico was the greatest experience from the outside world that I ever had. It certainly changed me forever..................The moment I saw the brilliant proud morning (sun) shine high up over the deserts of Santa Fe, something stood still in my soul" D.H. Lawerence

Whistling for 27 days, shoes shined, employed, and just a happy guy so "that's how, Mr Brown Cow"

Looking through a notebook where I log my running miles I have a section that I paste in stuff under the title of "funny". Examples of "funny".................... "for the next 27 days I'll be conducting a non-stop sales meeting on why we're not making enough sales calls. (this was funnier years ago when I was actually conducting sales meetings). ...............Another entry shows a cow laying on a couch and a guy in a chair with a notebook in his hands with the caption, "NO, I wouldn't call you a mad cow exactly- I'd say you're a cow with issues">........................................ Next is the Wizard of ID, first caption, Two men are standing facing each other and a sign on the wall behind one says "Wanted Stable Boy". One of the men says to the other, "I'd like to apply for the job in the stables. Next caption, The man who is obviously able to hire a stable boy stands with his hand out with a small can open. He says to the applicant "Okay what's this". The man looking for the job promptly answers saying"Shinola *". The last caption, The man who is hiring says "Your Hired".................................................. Liked that one. ...............................................The next page has a fellow hauling coal or something in a wheel barrel and "whistling". Looks like a happy guy. The rest of the folks in the picture are not happy. There is a big fire and the guys and all are working to keep it "hot'. The supervisors are two guys with horns wearing robes with high collars and holding pitch forks and of course this leads you to believe this is somewhere in "Heck" and one guy with horns is telling the other one, apparently speaking about the "whistler", "You know, we're just not reaching that guy".

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Keeping a good attitude sort of has a lot to do with figuring out what to blog today.

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way back in "olden" times folks said about folks having thinkin problems that they may not know S........ from Shinola.

Creating our "self"

I recall a comment this week about creative people. The interesting thing about the comment was not the comment but the suggestion that creative people are different. Of course they are but on the other hand the real question might just be what it is that is being created. We all create ourselves. Guess we get a lot of help and sometimes we have others to blame and sometimes we may seem to have less to work with but one way or another we get to put our mark on our final outcome. I have posted this picture before. I like it because it implies that we maybe just discover ourself. Someone discovered the person inside the marble. Some good quotes along this line.............

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The world works from the outside in, the Lord works from the inside out. Ezra Taft Benson

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Love truth, but pardon error Voltaire

Just my Father and me

Since this is the 4th of July I thought I would write something "original". Ok, it was a good thought and managed to get me through a couple of sentences but it is much more challenging that it sounds. Lot's of thoughts, once they make it to paper, are anything but original. Having said this I guess the need to be original really has little to do with the 4th, or does it? Maybe we on the 4th are thankful. Being thankful perhaps points us towards what we could not have really done for our self? Maybe recognizing what others do for us frees us a little. Instead of reaching out for a "phrase" or "picture" that is anything but original to capture our point of view we find our own originality in our thankfulness........................... This poem is an original from a long time back, it seems. It makes me thankful.

Ships

by kjn

We walked to the Sea

Just my Father & me

And the days played around on the sand

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Winter cut the air

With the memories hanging there

And he said to me

"Take my hand"

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He said love's easier when

You're far away

It makes us realize what we have

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Although we're just ships that pass

in the night

We smile and we say

"Its alright"

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We're still here it's just

that were out of sight

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Like the ships that pass in the night.

Time for a picture

It was a year or so ago that we took this picture along the banks of the Rio Grande.

A lot has happened over that time.

Reminds me of a quote.......................

Albert Einstein once said, "Time was only invented to stop everything happening at once.”

the drama

The picture is titled

"All the World is a Stage".

Drama seems to illustrate, as well as teach, about life. Shakespeare suggested that all the men and women are merely players and that we are all actors. Maybe he meant "just actors"? The real question might be "who wrote the play".

Father's Day Thanks

Great Grandfather John Davis Jones was born 2 November 1831 at a place called "Yetgoch" which is Red Gate in Welsh, in the Parish of Llanllwni, County of Carmarthen, Wales. The Cottage was on Llanybyther Mountain, which were pretty sure is the house that is in the grove of Trees in the picture above. The other picture is a cousin by a sign in a town nearby. John's Father was raised by his maternal grandfather, Evan Jones, and he took his name having been from the Davis line. At 17 years old he left his family and friends and went to Llanybyther, traveled on to Swansea in a cart, where he boarded the steamer "Kubadore" with other who were on their way to Salt Lake. The sailed to Liverpool where they stayed two weeks and then boarded the ship "Buena Vista".. They left the Waterloo Dock on 26 of February 1849 with 249 others. The ship's captain was Dan Jones. After 7 weeks and three days they arrived in New Orleans on the 18th of April 1849. The boat had to be towed in and when it was unloaded it then sank in the harbor. They then traveled up the Mississippi River in the Steamer "The Highland Mary" to St Louis. They went from there to Council Bluffs Iowa where they stayed for 6 weeks and then left for Salt Lake. They arrived on the 28th of October 1849.

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A thought on this Father's Day is to say "thanks" to the young man who made this trip.

Not Alone

Fathers Day

Tomorrow is Fathers Day. What is a Father might be a good question? Maybe it is easier to answer if one has been both a father and a son. In both cases a father should be a help. I like the Cherokee Legend below. I think Fathers really never leave and are always close by

Cherokee Legend -

Do you know the legend of the Cherokee Indian youth's rite of Passage?


His father takes him into the forest, blindfolds him, and leaves him alone. He is required to sit on a stump the whole night and not remove the blindfold until the rays of the morning sunshine through it. He cannot cry out for help to anyone. Once he survives the night, he is a MAN. He cannot tell the other boys of this experience, because each lad must come into manhood on his own.The boy is naturally terrified. He can hear all kinds of noises Wild beasts must surely be all around him. Maybe even some human might do him harm.The wind blew the grass and earth, and shook his stump, but he sat stoically, never removing the blindfold. It would be the only way he could become a man! Finally, after a horrific night the sun appeared and he removed his blindfold. It was then that he discovered his father sitting on the stump next to him. He had been at watch the entire night, protecting his son from harm.
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We, too, are never alone. Even when we don't know it, God is watching over us, sitting on the stump beside us. When trouble comes, all we have to do is reach out to Him................... Just because you can't see God, doesn't mean He is not there. 'For we walk by faith, not by sight.'

Some good books on a lot of stuff, "forgive me for saying so"

Nibley's viewpoints marked him as atypical of Mormon stereotypes. He was an active Democrat and an ardent conservationist, and often criticized Republican policies. He was strongly opposed to the United States' involvement in the Vietnam War during an era "when it was very unpopular in LDS culture to do so." I actually have 8 of the books shown here. I really like reading what he has to say. He wrote in that the purpose of life on earth was to be tested but that above all the two things that we can be good at are to "Forgive and Repent". He said that even the Angels envy our ability on Earth to Forgive and Repent". Thinking some on this I was reminded of a comment I just read actually where Religion often invites OCD behavior. This probably is due to the fact that "Religion" suggests that we can ourselves be perfect or at least that we should. On the other hand the real core of religion is that we can be forgiven. Nibley hit the nail on the head suggesting that the thing of most worth would be to Forgive and Repent. Mostly folks don't get OCD over these two goals. On the other hand maybe we should.

The Shad0w knows

We were both looking at this at the same time and both thought of it as a "good picture" at the same time. One of us went up got the camera and took the picture the other one felt some ownership, at least enough to not feel guilty about lifting the picture and putting it on his own blog.

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A good way to spell shad0w is to use the zero rather than the o. The reason is that using the word shadow in a well known phrase in the title can attract a lot of "searches" from folks one doesn't know. I suppose one reason to blog would be to attract those folks and so I suppose, again, that you could pull a lot of searches to a blog by filling the title and or message full of things. I wrote a blog about Tony Hi11erman a few blogs back. I spelled his name right using two Hill....rather than Hi11 and it pulled hits on the site meter that night. Must have been some interest around the world about this New Mexico poet who died not to long ago. Anyway KJ showed me her approach of using other symbols for letters and so there you go..........."Shad0w", as a word, was also inspired. Did I mention that it was me that lifted the picture. Course I did.

photo of interest

I ought to start out admitting that I didn't take this picture but then I don't take the very best pictures and it probably is obvious that I didn't take it. Then the question is why post it or even better why do I like it. I found it interesting to see the flower on the right be right in front of the sun. The light is blocked and appears to be almost totally covered by the flower. On the other hand the other flowers are brighter because of the sun. Perhaps this all has some deep meaning. Then again maybe it doesn't.

Obsessing, hope I spelled that right, about the choice.

Book: Obsessive Genius: The Inner World of Marie Curie
The life, mind, and science of Marie Curie, May 30, 2009

The title "Obsessive Genius" refers to many different sides of Marie Curie's life. Some may have considered her story to be somewhat of a feminist message but the title describes the "person", not just the woman behind the research and the life that went with it. Marva Salomee Sklodowska, Marie Curie, was born in Poland. She went to Paris and got her degrees at the Sorbonne and then spent most of her life in France. Her singular passion was for her work but that changed when she met Pierre Curie. Her obsessive passion for work, studies, research, and her husband, were complex and present a very interesting woman. Their first Nobel Prize in 1903 was a mutual effort but her second came later in her life and was clearly something that she could not be denied. Like the book Einstein, by Walter Isaacson, this book lets you see a life through the lens of a particular science. In both cases you learn about both the person and the science. This type of biography lets you see the historical events you thought you knew all about very differently through the lens of a particular person and the science that fills their life. The book is well done and well worth reading.

Stimulating Creativity or finding what is inside

It is a little puzzling as I consider adding to this blog. Yesterday I was looking through some books and opened up a book titled "Red Earth - Poems of New Mexico". I reached for the book to see if I could find something by Tony Hillerman ,a poet who lived in New Mexico and died not too long ago. He probably is someone who is worth reading more of. At first I wasn't sure why I reached for this particular book and it sort of reinforced a concern I have had about trying to remember all that I have read. So I gave up but today I tried again and right on page one I found what was lost yesterday in the memory.

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Tony Hillerman wrote, and it was quoted on page one in this book of poetry, that

"Pretentious as it sounds, and tough as

it is to prove, there does seem to be

something about New Mexico which not only attracts

creative people but stimulates their creativity"

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One way to look at our experiences are to ask "what have they made of us" ? How has experience formed the present condition. Every experience has the potential of forming us. So I guess the question is what is the impact of the experience. A sculptor takes a block of granite and finds the intended entity inside, revealing it with each hit of the chisel. Maybe our own experiences as we go through life are much the same for us.

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Then the question of what has New Mexico done for me and has it refined the end result? .................................I suspect that it has.

Somewhere near by.........................

I don't recall exactly when and where I took this picture so that fits pretty well with not knowing why it fits on today's blog. I probably out to put a picture of a new Chevy Silverado Truck on here since Mike is probably the proud owner of one by now. Nevertheless another day another blog. Tomorrow I have to give a talk in Church. Today I still am wondering about Kidney Stones and probably will learn more than I want to, soon.
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Muhammad Ali / Favorite Quote
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Only a man who knows what it is like
to be defeated can reach down to the bottom
of his soul and come up with the extra ounce
of power it takes to win when the match is even.

Cat on a Desk

This cat is not too far away when I am on this computor. This time she was here when the camera was in reach. So this is my Monday blog. Cat on a Desk.

Clouds, mountains and today

Took the camera on the run today. Clouds just sat on the mountain tops. Blue sky, of course. Maybe in a few weeks I will get to run Millcreek.

appreciated

That's Mom on the "left". Course the Mom that I lifted the picture of the lilacs from is in the middle. Scrapbooklady's "blog" is tempting sometimes. I always liked Lilacs. No I love them actually and they might be my favorite flower. We had a lot of bushes around our house on Wyeth Street and a lot around my Dad's work across the river.

(the guy on the far right is really on the "far left" if your looking back from his eyes.................................)

did I mention that these are great folks.

A trail runs through it.

The Portneuf River went by our house. It was a long time ago. The river is not the same anymore and I can say that with some conviction even though I have not seen it for probably 10 years or so. I was indeed much like this picture once, and the few times I went on a raft or fished in it or just walked along side it are times I recall pretty well. About 48 years ago I met my best friend for the first time in a high school not too far away. Most everything else has changed it seems. I look at her blog and it seems to deal with each days events in the most interesting way. My attempts at blogs usually fails, as this one has already, to look very closely at the "day". I prefer to look back or maybe within or to try to figure out what I have learned. I suppose one advantage of that approach is that the picture of the "river" can be used over a few times because it fits into very different thought patterns at different times. Unlike the "river" the "trail" in Millcreek is one that I ran many many times over a lot of years. I think of those times often. That trail is not as different as the one I will start out on in a few minutes in some ways. You will have to look up to find a most unique "blue sky". Likewise you will have to look up to see some interesting mountains. Different but the same. Coming home from the run I will find the friend of many years. Three trails and paths to write about, I suppose.

Beyond the rim, small run, today in time

Went out for a small run tonight. It was great to be out. Recently I was trying to think of 5 favorite movies. I came up with a few. One was "Somewhere in Time". I forgot to list the Johnny Cash movie I walk the line or something along that line. Watched it a dozen times you would think I could be more sure of the name. The thought that with Christopher R. gone that it was too sad, the movie "Somewhere in Time" of course, was mentioned. Still think it is a great movie myself. I like the picture here. It reminds me of the movie and it also reminds me of Tennyson's poem below. The poem often reminds me of my parents, now in "that new world which is the old". I like that phrase especially. Going back to where we came being with those past and it being new. I suppose that "time travel" appeals to folks for a variety of reasons. Makes for some interesting plots. Somewhere in Time was about time travel but it was about that new world that was old and I think touched on the brotherhood of mankind as a whole. I recall older cousins that when I was young I would have never considered being a friend to them or able to talk and enjoy a conversation with them. Time changes that. Enough time might change it all.
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And on her lover’s arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold
And far across the hills they went
In that new world which is the old;

Across the hills, and far away
Beyond their utmost purple rim,
And deep into the dying day
The happy princess follow’d him

Alfred Tennyson

Saturday

Good view west to east.............................

forgot my hat

Looks like one of these guys may have gone gentle into the night or at least lost some light. I have always liked the poem that suggests that we "rage against the dying of the light". On the other hand I also think that the "light" never dies and the effort needs to be to ensure that it doesn't..................................................................

Do not go gentle into that good night
By Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieve it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light

Intuitively not sure of all this

A personality quiz suggested that I was................... friendly, gentle, and modest, with a good heart and a lusty nature. Also that I laugh easily, have a well-developed sense of irony, and tend to understand people intuitively. Interested in new people, but will always maintain notions of insider vs. outsider, which will lead me to commit to a group of friends who will be with you your entire life. Then suggesting that if I have a weakness it's timidity -- meaning to feel pressure to remain 'lagom' -- on an even par with others. But then suggesting that this is also my strength?????????

Unlike any other day

Today Christ overcame death and took up his body again. This event is central to the reason for life. It was something anticipated by those who understood the Old Testament and was and is revealed in "all things". The Sun and the Stars and the Earth itself testify of Christ. Ralph Waldo Emerson must have understood this as he looked up at the stars and wrote:

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"If the stars should appear one night

in a thousand years,how would men believe

and adore; and preserve for many

generations the remembrance of the

city of God which has been shown them!"

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In the spirit of that thought consider our daily renewal from darkness to light. Night to Day.

Plenty to think about one way or another

Plenty to ponder. On the other hand today I thought a lot about how often I "think a lot" and then considered how often I in my conversations talk about the past? The problem is that so many things remind me of something. Discussing this I mentioned to the person I was out hitting all the antique stores with on our "day off" that I was considering trying to just not talk about the past, unless asked. I was reminded of conference when Boyd Packer said that

"young men talk of the future since they have no real past and old men talk of the past since they don't have much of a future".

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Then my companion mentioned that it may be hard to not talk about the past since my future was ? whatever, less interesting, or something? So the point is maybe not talking about the past will position me more like the young men who talk of the future. Tomorrow is Easter. What a great future event to think about tonight................................

Light from Darkness

Easter is calculated as the first Sunday after the paschal full moon . Last year I took a picture of the full moon as Easter approached. Tonight I got a call from a friend who called to remind me that the paschal full moon would be seen tonight so I again took a picture.

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Last Sunday was Palm Sunday. Today is probably the day that Jesus had the "last supper" and then went to Gethsemane the garden at the foot of the Mount of Olives in Jerusalem whose name means "oil press". According to Luke 22:43–44, Jesus' anguish in Gethsemane was so deep that "his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down to the ground and it was here that the Atonement was made.

Sun, air, blue sky and a turtle

A 2 mile walk today was a great way to start the day and something I have missed. As I went to the East I hadn't gone even one house past our house when I noticed on the side of the road a rock that looked unusual. Looking closer I found that it was a turtle. Course the actual turtle person was hid out inside his shell house. Then moving on and to the North I looked up and saw a large bird floating back and forth. If you look at the picture of the blue sky there is a black dot in the middle of it and that is this great bird. Guess the camera doesn't see what I saw. Later on the way home I noticed a cactus type tree that always catches my attention. Sun, air, blue sky and a turtle. Pretty good.

Good Things can come from Change

Today is General Conference. It is also the day after I walked a half a mile for the first time in a month plus. It is the day I looked closer at the quotes and pictures I have up my computer. One says:

"Without Change their would be no Butterflies"

Conference offers a chance for change. A way to see how we might re focus on things that will make the most difference in our lives.