tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70705302012-02-29T23:05:49.754-05:00an inspirational blog that examines my views and insights from the natural world, christian anthropology and ways to overcome disability and to make the world a better place.Scott R. Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12643476686546579688noreply@blogger.comBlogger4921100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7070530.post-46567918449379111072012-02-29T22:37:00.002-05:002012-02-29T23:05:49.763-05:00

A communal Bridge for Christ.As I am listening to a friend , Nick Alexander, talking on the faith from a catholic perspective, I got the idea that there is a communal bridge for the faiths. That is the one of the great truths of the Holy Scriptures and the truth tradition. At Pentecost, there was not supposed to be a division of the faith but a unity of the faith. For the language of the people

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The word courageous has many meanings behind it.Last month, in our memoir class, Mary gave us a sheet with the Poli and Majestic Theatres and asked us to write about something that intrigues us of the picture.There is a sign showing Captains Courageous on the Marquis of the Poli and Majestic Theatre that is boldly above the theatre. This theatre resembles the Radio City Music Hall which has

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Singledom

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I have always loved the verse," Be still and know that I am God." from Psalm 46:10. I have forgotten the context of that verse coming at the end of some rather tumultuous events. In the midst of those events that are ever changing such as wars and rumors of wars and the storms of life, God is there to calm those storms. Reminding me back to the Gospel of Mark 4:39 when Jesus said, "Quiet and be

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It is hard to believe that Martin Luther King gave his "I have a dream" speech almost 50 years ago:a half of a century. Looking from his vantage point until now, things have changed some but the heart of the world still has a ways to go to become stabilized and off of life support. I identify with the time of his speech for that was the year when I was born. In the age of our rush to the moon

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Today is a day that I got a ten pack of boxes to consolidate records and make order out of chaos.When we think of the cliche, we need to get out of the box, it is rather true. I am comfortable in its dark quarters where noone can see at times. But it can get rather cramped in those quarters also.We are told to think outside of the box. I am aware of other walls that are out there. My question

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On Pierre Morgan's show, he had the parents of Christina Taylor Green who died on the Saturday in Tucson on the day that Gabrielle Giffords was shot.It is a sad story but one of hope in that Christina donated her organs to several children and how the foundation has been able to help several schools update their technology.I like the phrase that was used of "cathartic crumbs of comfort" for that

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There are those times when I just feel like an acorn. Times like these. I do see the growth that is occurring within me. But as many have said recently in my job groups, the process of networking and personal growth takes so long!!!!what I find amazing is that within that little acorn which has a compact octagonal shape is great storehouse of potential just ready to crack open and set down that

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This is the time of year for the advent season. Churches celebrate advent for the 4 sundays prior to Christmas and then celebrate the fifth week on Christmas day or Christmas weekend. As each candle is lit, we are being reminded of the importance of the four symbols that the wreath represents. The 4 four candles represent hope, peace, joy and love.What a special way for us to remember this very

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When I look at the ebb and flow of our human relationships, I think back to the tide coming in from the ocean. The gentle flow of the ripples upon the waters approaches the shore and the water crests over.

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Life begins with small steps. Mine began in such a way. Life has a series of wanderings with those first steps becoming giant ones. Some announced on the air with Neil Armstrong's first imprint on the moon and others subtle changes.In our world, the first step is often the hardest. Some more difficult than others.For me it was this way.For I was wired in a unique manner, in that of a mystery

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Walk with me through the woods of time. The forest of those trees of which we can cling to and enjoy their presence.From which presidential palaces are builtAnd mangers made of woodto House royaltyawaited from dawn.Not recognized Yet revered from afar.May we take those gentle steps towards the manger land.that path which our hearts direct.Blessings as we are drawn to one another!!Happy Advent!!

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For so many years, Maine has had the same slogan and nickname. I think as the perennial mayor of this state, we should call it the land of the many fingers. I have looked at the map of the state of Maine and have seen so many little islands jutting out from the coast. For the shore extends for miles. In the hand of the fingers, Detective Cousleau holds the crown jewel and must be careful

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When I was a child, I made attempts at drawing. I remember being in Mr. Lambert's art class in junior high and getting assistance with drawing a cat on a big tan piece of paper. I drew with crayon or colored pencil and colored the image. I had it in my art portfolio which I shared at that time with some of the people that I knew at the time. Not something that I was tremendously proud of. Kept

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Here I am. At the amazing 500th post. Hard to imagine from the very nascent beginnings of 2003 from my old HP computer that I have come this far!!!Life has its twists and turns from the very beginnings of Triumph. Many moments of victory and moments of defeat. Of the exhilerating highs and the lows that accompany our lives.It is tough at times to open up the soul and reveal what is inside of it.

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Today is a rare day in the calendar. The digits for today are 11-1-11. All ones. Definitely signifying Victory. A great attitude and one of never giving up in life!!!!!Let us celebrate as we have 5 minutes left of this historic day!!!How did you celebrate?

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Here we are in the middle of the fall season, and part of Connecticut receives a foot and a half of snow and church services are being cancelled a day ahead and the governor is declaring a state of emergency. And not even December 21st.Possibly a confusion in the spinning department of the earth. Or maybe in not ordering enough day timers for the weather Gods. Whatever, it is a funny take on

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As you tower over the the Hudson River with its waters churningLetting the traffic float above your shoreQuietly staying awake as the denizens go to sleepLeaving windows open to the wanderersAdorned and draped in garlandPeacefully awaiting for the sun to rise again to the bustle of that morning commute.Inspired by a photo by Lucia Aschetino

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Life sometimes is about endings of what we have dreamed of and what we have hoped would come out of fertile soil. I have experienced my first such loss this summer and it has been teaching me a lot about life and how I am to process what it has been teaching me. I knew being friends with my special person was going to teach me some valuable lessons but I never expected loss to be one of them. On

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Life consists of random steps. We take them every day. Through the unfamiliar at first. In both territory and person. This is when the most valuable of these friends have appeared. Let me take you through a quick and inspiring journey and how I have found them to be.When I was a freshman at college, I met one of my best friends who I have stayed in touch with since that first day of freshman

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For the past few months, I have been blessed to share networking time with a very good friend and I have learned that friends are like jewels that are to be treasured and worn around your neck and held in the heart closely. Little lessons are learned and reinforced from ones youth. To look at the other person. To call someone by their name. To keep pace and do simple things like waiting til the

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I love Maine. Maine is like a simple outfit that hangs on a woman beautifully covering the shoulders and gracefully making her very beautiful. A very welcome time spent away from the routine of the tryanny of the previous year. The school year always seemed like a marathon but I always looked forward to the reunions we had with our family and friends and the treasures that arose from our

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We all grow up in neighborhoods. Some of them are quite idyllic and others can be quite the bustle of the town in the summer time. Life on Margemere Drive in Fairfield was such a place. When our family moved there, we settled in at our house near the end of the cul-de-sac. We had several large barking dogs on either side of the street. On one side of the street, we had a loud beagle named,

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It is a scary trying to form a bucket list. There are many things that I want to try but involve a great deal of risk. Many times I go about my day using the contraction of "can't." It occurred this morning when I was presented the idea of selling a product and I responded to the automatic red flag of no as I began to make excuses. I must learn to live outside of the box which requires a great

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The rain clings to the outside of the sleeve to my arm and it is damp and clammy.I went to an exhibit last night at a local gallery. The artist loved to work with architecture and we had a chance to play with several of his blocks with patterns on them. I got to make my own designs in which the lines matched. And sometimes, they did not match at all.It can be rather fun to match the designs up.

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On Memorial day, I got to travel through space and time!!!Zoom back to the past and then onto the future.Two weeks prior, I entered a drawing for a 6 pass ticket for the intrepid Air and Space Museum.Last Wednesday when I was researching some jobs and checking email, I heard the reference librarian leave a message for the winner of the tickets to the Intrepid. Wondering if it was me, I asked. She

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It has been a while since I have written this piece. Taking up the keyboard and moving the words of life for others to hear, ponder, and listen to.I spoke to John, a friend of mine, and he mentioned how we need to look at the moving parts of thought and argument. We also need to look at how life is constructed and built. Especially when sometimes the puzzle pieces of our lives get tossed out of

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To my fellow toastmasters and friends, here is a snapshot of my life seen through the lens of my work, faith and love of the coast of Maine.The constant rhythm of footsteps from out of the house to the curb of the bus and then on through several curbs and greetings. A constant pattern of day to day. From dances of umbrellas and jackets.I awoke one of those mornings. I headed out the door with

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Getting a roll out of bed this morning was rather difficult with the news of the capture and killing of OSama. Good that it happened in that he will not be a threat to our world. But there are the systems which he has developed and the innate character of evil that is always present in the world. There have been varied discussions on all of the networks on whether it was fine to celebrate his

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In the dark cold winter night, candles are lit in the pew. in the brightening room, sounds pierce the room. sounds of silence broken. echoing cries across the land. of the prophets of old. Of the babe in swaddling clothes crying out the sounds to the earth to listen to ponder to understand!The throne room awaits for His arrival...The crowds clammer

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A powerful thought came to my mind of how we can refuse to present ourselves as muscles of pleasure but instead should present ourselves as muscles of grief. That is indeed what the Apostle Paul did. For in our faith, we are called to bear sacrifice. That is what we are turning the corner on when Jesus and God took on the radical project of suffering to redeem our world. To enter and bear into

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This evening, my hands wandered through the refrigerator and visited a rather lonely green pear, a red apple and some withered red plum tomatoes in a clear see-through plastic box.I washed each and then proceeded to eat them. The pear was firm to the taste and tasted fairly well despite being somewhat crystallized. The red apple was another story, being somewhat turned, not unto wine or cider

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Star struck windows Reflections seen from withinGlimpses of faces mingling among the flickering lights.The scenes of life grab us and capture us.There is never a dull moment when some stardust falls from the sky and sparkles ones day.The moments can be brief and the moments can take take us off guard.Moments such as the time that my dad invited mom and I to the porch to view the Northern

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Today, I awoke to the pow of the transformer out front. Seems to have a semi-annual habit of doing this. About 6 times to a collective memory of me and another neighbor. For not having slept much in the evening and then kaboom.Some lights were still on and some appliances were off. Took the stairs down and then back up. Our association president was downstairs. Not easy climbing six flights

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The past month or so has felt a little bit like a desert, a hot stretch in cooler weather. When I was riding the bus on an adventure to a meeting with some sales and marketing professionals since I am interested in maybe breaking into the sales field. On the bus, there was a lady who wanted the door to the bus opened since it was getting hot inside. A laugh ensued with some of the riders on the

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This poem was inspired during a 30 minute quiet reflection after reading and discussions Richard J. Foster's book, Celebration of Disciplines. This is after focusing on silence and solitude.And a big thanks to Celine for her hard work teaching God's children His truths each and every week in that very room where her signs of Christ abounded.Gods blood runs through meHard to grasp the essence of

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The power in the universe to bring birth a star from within space.The power to crush houses and lands The power to distinguish the in-between of Good and EvilThe power to love and to hate.The power to forgive or exact revenge.The love to hang on the cross or throw insults at the KingThat is the love of God verses the envy of the enemy.Let us accept our place in the world and not fight

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Mothers are very special people in this world. They are the creative canvases for which the genius and talent of society get formed. For within their wombs are created intricately created human beings.Architected through the swishing of cells floating through a sea of life clinging to the scaffolding that supports life.When I think of my mom, I think of the word, "walk". For without this word

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Thank you Lord for allowing me to be having a good transition time. I do want more to come out of it than a status quo. I want to push towards great outcomes and not just trickles from my fingers. I started on a pile but lost the energy to move it forward. I gave myself three days. I hope God I can push it to completion in the next two days!! I think I can.My friend called transitions blessings,

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Star Clusters Spinning in circles.Aren't we wonderful.The beauty of the heavens.Lighting up the sky.''That star dust sprinkling and touching us on the chin.The spectacle of greatness of being shriveled at the same time.How wonderful you are Milky way Do I have a neighbor elsewhere to share this grandeur.

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I am traveling down the lanes in life and I want to make the turns and direct my vehicle down the course of my life. I want the Lord to give me periodic guidance as I go through my life, but I have not been doing the best job as of late. I do hope to make some major corrections in how I view life and of how I view purity and the like.I want to be fully ready for Jesus when He comes to take me

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Awakening to the end of the day. The sun emerges as a cross behind the screen nestled within the cloudsA force to be reckoned with taking its slumber for 3 daysPulsing again a momentary and everlasting rebirth.Its view: blinding yet approachable pulsating IncredibleA warm afterglow.Bouncing off the traffic below blurring the visionA vague figure standing in the middle Arms

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Darkness surrounds the tunnel of life and a cloud envelops around its very existence.Hard to see as the mist forms a heavy fog.The boxer emerges from the curtain and he pushes the curtain away and slouches and slumbers unto the stage.The lights with the audience are dimmed where the boxer can not see the crowd that is in front of him but he hears the screams of the crowd. The curtain fully opens

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I awoke this morning with an insatiable urge to start Elizabeth Gilbert's new book on marriage, Committed. I began to devour the intro and kept reading through the first chapter on her adventures of going from an ordinary woman into one thrust to the spotlight with fame. As I was doing this and preparing my bowl of cereal in the kitchen, I saw the darkened sky deciding whether to unwrap itself

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Oh my. 7.5 months. I have been out of work. Out of the normal flow of the office and its ins and outs of the daily grind of dealing with issues and problems of customers and staff that I used to work with. In a way, it feels good to be out of the flow but I am itching to get back into it and make a difference. The process currently seems so daunting. I have been trained and prepared as to how

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Today, we were supposed to get a dumping of a monster storm of 1 to 2 feet but we only got a toe of snow. Only an inch. The weathermen should call for the toe of snow once in a while. Something to scrape off with ones boot. The snow bothered Maine, New Hampshire and Boston. So we got spared. It may have gotten lost getting to Connecticut this time!!!The weather may still deliver a doozie. We

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Walking up to the pizza shop.To the pie store.My oh my. Life does have its many choices of which toppings to put onto the pie and which pie to buy.Life seems like such a big pie right now.I am faced with the decision of where to work and how to allocate the time between searching for elusive work or trying to find the time to learn and understand the meaning and method of how to understand

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Twenty five years ago today, I received the chicken pox and got to be excused from school for the weekend to confinement at home .

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Lighthouses fascinate me. Growing up during summers on Pratt's Isle, we were nestled up in the trees and sitting upon rocky crags. To our right we saw Hendrick's Head Light House which guarded Cozy Harbor of West Southport Island. Several miles out to sea was Sequin Island light which peeped its light on and off every few seconds with a briefly pulsing light.'I had a dream this past evening of

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Wandering through the woods, my hands and face become tangled with the thick branches of the rose and the thorns that are hanging off the branches. I want to push them away and they are ever present. They stab at me and resist being moved away.I smell the sweet aroma of the roses that are on the vine and see the bees buzzing overhead. I see that the thorn is seated below the beautiful rose bud

Scott R. Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12643476686546579688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7070530.post-77530915729790067852011-01-20T17:08:00.002-05:002011-01-20T17:18:41.644-05:00

Tomorrow, we get to continue to break the record for the snow falling in the Northeast. We already got 31.5 inches , approximately four times the average snowfall through this point in January.I love the opportunity for the optional outings that I get to stay inside. Rather nifty.For I don't have to clomp in foot deep snowdrifts that are to my knees.I can actually de-clomp!!!!It is great to have

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Car wheels are spinning today and the plows are beeping as they move backwards. The reports call for real bad conditions outside for driving and walking.I chatted with a friend out in Arizona where the temps are going up to 76 degrees. I asked for a swap of the weather for just one day. The response I got was "No Way!"I say back, "oh, only for one day and then you will have it back,"My friend

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The phrase, warm hands, warm hearts keep ringing through my mind.I read a piece from Richard Foster's book which talked about the discipline of meditation. He mentioned how we receive from the Lord when our hands are open palm facing up to Him and we are in act of submission to Him. When we place our hands down, we are surrendering our lives to Him.At an inspirational workshop for the

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When I think to today being Martin Luther King's Birthday, there is so much that the world has missed without him being in the world. Yet, the world has been inspired to receive so much from the contributions and challenges that he has given the world.I look at his life as within a poem. May grace flow and ebb deeply in your pores. May that never ending flow.. not stop with your love of

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Mother nature badly needs a time out!!!We have been dumped with an awful lot of snow. I could not go out into public today for the buses were not running on a normal schedule and the streets were still being plowed. Only problem is where do we put Mother Nature for her time out. She is everywhere. She only does what she has been programmed to do=release the clouds of moisture and the

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Today is a true snow day. It is hard to get out since the buses are erratic and the street is full of snow. We got almost a foot of it over the evening. I won't be walking down the hill to the career center for my job club today. Yet, it is beautiful outside. The snow is resting on the air conditioner in a round mound, crystalized and the snow is sitting at my other bedroom window. Flakes

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Some further thoughts on getting through tough times in life.Live through our loves. Losses can be deep.Pillars can be shaken.Restructurings and passings.God sustains.He can heal.Pour out aching hearts Fill up our creative hearts so we may fill up the aching hearts made empty.Satisfied yet broken unsure of where we go but a nudging confidence awaits.

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The world is a balloon. Balloons start out as flat and are stuffed in a bag. Many in multiple colors. As the bag is opened up, the balloons are just lying there motionless. Flaccid. But then they get placed within the fingers and stretched. Then puffs of fresh air get propelled into them. A puff at a time. The balloon begins to give shape.Into beautiful colors. Reds, whites, Oranges and

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As I was being dropped off by my friend, I was charged with the words, "Get Something Done". For I sure have many things to do. A long list that I keep pushing to the back of my mind. I looked around and said, yes, there are some things that I can definitely take care of.Out came the broom and vacuum cleaner and the sponge as i went to work. Nothing radical but I did move things around and did

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A friend of mine was kind enough to say these words about me. She said that I am God's perfect light. She said that I have remained positive and forgiving. And that I overcame and endured so many things.When I look at the words, "I am God's perfect light" , at first I think no way. But then as I reflect on those words further, I see that I reflect Jesus in the way I live.Even back then when

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Finally, we are at the first day of 2011 . and the markings of 1-1-11. Let's hope all of us make the first downs so we can keep advancing down the field.

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Hard to believe that today is the final day of the year. Hopefully this will be a better year that is coming up for me which will bring me better fortune and real chance of some work.

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Christmas is a time for sparks and spice. The sparks are when we sit next to the fireplace and hear the crackle of the fire coming from inside the hearth and the spices are what we smell and taste during this holiday.Our building is getting ready for the holidays as our duct work is getting cleaned out from neglect over the years as some mice have been found. So at least in our big House, we

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Joy and peace, ingredients that need to be sprinkled upon the world!!!!Shake them up and place them into the mix of life's trouble and challenges.To make our world a much better place indeed.I used a salt shaker that had tiny holes in it to season some meat and little flecks of salt came out. Small to the naked eye but tasty for the taste buds. I don't use salt that much. Just as I don't use

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In about 1 and 1/2 weeks, Santa is going to have one very long commute. Getting all of the elves to finish on time will be crucial to load in all of the raggedy ann dolls, the X men and the wiis into the sleigh. Plus, the 8 reindeer are going to need a lot of food and grooming and manicures and pedicures to take that long journey. They are going to have get some practice at their Reindeer gym

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The dealer deals at the hours of our day. Father time stands still and hovers over us. Keeping the scales tilted in a balance towards life.Standing motionless. At times on its face and head.Trying to stay ahead of the rat race. Many times desperately falling behind. And sometimes headed to wards a small triumph.Father Time joins Mother Nature as he watches to make sure mother Nature runs

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Boxes are all around us today! We have the big box stores that have gobbled up the mom and pop shops.And the boxes of packages that we juggle around in our arms, trying not to drop them as we head for home with them.Some boxes like shoe boxes are predictable in what we assume that they are.Boxes are also associated with the moves that people make from one stage of life to the next or just to

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Good evening, World. I had my own tributaries forming within my soul and my eyes. I watched the movie, The Last Song, on a father's dying and the daughter and son being with their dad in his final months. It touched a nerve since I miss my dad and I have had a hard time mourning his loss. The feelings come and go at moments. It is hard for me to cultivate and express that love in how I daily

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I must admit that I am a little scared about change. I am going to be going on another temporary agency to try to obtain temporary or full-time work. That is going to involve a big change in my routine of job clubs and other meetings. I am going to have to be at an office in the near future and not have as much free reign.I also need to take some personal criticism. A friend of mine who is

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This is the 444th post for me and I am excited to be continuing the journey in Triumph on how I have overcome the obstacles that were placed in my path for the last 47 years. The long awaited interview finally is on my friend's blog. It is posted at www.theletstalkmom.com and click on the radio show flower and then click on the " on air button and listen away!!!When I reflect on the journey of

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In one's lives, it is important how sometimes there are ugly storms out there.I don't need to list them for we all know what they are. Just remember to feel what we feel. Even if we don't feel like it.Remember that the stormy sea returns to normal after a while. Let the waves roll back and forth gently over your soul.I gave these words of comfort to a friend.Today, I felt angry when I could

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Spring it is not. Autumn has arrived and is about to leave the station. I am grateful for having passed through the heat of summer and now I am at the apex of Autumn to be supplanted with the arrival of the frigid weather of winter. My brother already has been hit with 7 inches of snow in the midwest and I received a bit of sleet and wind and snow for the brevity of last Monday morning.For the

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The bucket list is usually reserved for those who are about to face death. I have established an ongoing bucket list of things that I am going to accomplish. Usually, these events are going to take time. I have been accomplishing many events that range in scope of exploring the arts in the Greater Bridgeport community to attending a variety of workshops at the job training centers.

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The other day I was chatting with my friend, Jim, and I informed him that I was going to put the pole in the water as I was going fishing. He wisely warned me that I should not place the pole into the water or I am going to scare the fish away. When I was growing up as a child, Dad and I went fishing off the sides of our boat. Every once in awhile I did dip the pole into the water, curious, to

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So many times I have seen people trying to attain perfection. Some just want to weigh the perfect weight and others want the perfect look or the perfect personality.All these fall short. I many times have tried to do the perfect job on an invoice only to have a customer rip it to shreds. Or crafting the essay or opinion piece for a professor but only to find red ink all over it.I am so thankful

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It has been quite a journey for the past year. In two days, it is the one year marking from when my dad departed earth. I am fortunate to have many happy memories of the time that I spent with him. Of the time with the Northern lights on the back porch of the cottage, sitting on the stoop and looking up at the dark night sky and seeing the beams of light bouncing back and forth.I only wish

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I have been traveling in all kinds of worlds. One bus to the next. Hopping from one bus corner to the other and walking this or that street. That seems to be a good way to sum up this adventure for the last 18 weeks. At least, I have not faced inches and feet of snow and ice and cold yet.That will soon be coming around the corner...before too long!! As that song title rings in my mind=a little

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God is our God who enables us to reach the realms of our dreams. To reach the depths of our desires.He gives us wings to our dreams and prayers.And he gives us comfort to ease our sorrow and joy to soothe the disappointments of our lives.Lives that bring friction and are not always pleasant to be around at times.Yet God also gives us unutterable joy. I had the privilege this weekend to work

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When I became a believer in Jesus, I became three times what I was with the Father , Son and Holy Spirit living within me.When Christ went to the cross and died for me, he influenced my thinking. The Trinity is a concept of mystery but also that of love everlasting.And I am very grateful that God spared my cousin on 9-11-01 and he was able to produce a son and daughter through his wife and that

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Today, I took on an adventure with my job search. It has been a little while since I have sweated during this process. Back in July I produced a ton of sweat, waltzing my way through the town and having an experience that I have not had for a few months.The colors of the sky increasingly sharpened towards bright oranges and yellows. With a nice and brief afterglow-one that I have experienced

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As I was laying down taking a rest, I looked out from my bed and saw my world at a distance almost like that of being in a pen with the cage let down. Wanting to feel safe for the moment and not willing to let go of my surroundings that have become so comfortable for me.Being in this realm of the unemployed for the 14th week is becoming the norm for me lately. As I have gone from one workshop

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When I went to use the two soap dispensers at the local library, there were quite empty. I then walked over to the purell sanitizing spray booth. I placed my hands underneath and awaited patiently for the shaving cream type foam to come gushing out. Instead, three seconds later, I had a moist squirt of liquid flying towards me. I laughed slightly and it provided further confirmation that I am

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I am going to encounter today a new birth. Not a child or something tangible right away. But a seeding of what I have learned over the past 7 plus weeks along with what I have learned over 20 years of working in the corporate world. All tied to my disability and my giftedness from God.My friend, Lisa, gave me a good illustration that we all need to be stretched sometimes into how we learn in

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I am triumphant in that I passed through another fear that has faced me for the past few years of middle age. I went and had a routine exam called a colonoscopy. I survived stage one of it yesterday as I mixed up and drank almost 90 ounces of the trilyte solution to cleanse me for my exam.When I went for my appointment this afternoon and was brought into the room to get ready, I had a little

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Change on many fronts is never easy. When I left the mall on the 28th of June having loaded my Panera Card with the $10.00, I thought that I would carry that forward for my bagels during the month of July. I never got to have those bagels or those brief memories with my bagel friends. Throughout the month of July, Dorothy, my friend from church who is also a member of the Bagel Club, mentioned

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God is a shepherd in each of our lives. As i cracked open the Bible for the first time this week, I came to the chapter of Ezekiel 34. In this chapter, Ezekiel reflects on the tender-loving care that the Shepherd has for His sheep. And this is the same way that God is towards us.I find this to be true even though I do not seem to have as strong a structure of time surrounding me. With

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The ship is leaving in who knows how many minutes. For I am leading a cruise to the next destination. I left my map at the port and have no clue what ports I am going to visit along the way.Many people seem to be joining me along the way as I visit the job centers and the library and walk around town.So bon Voyage as we each take a spin at this interesting career search out there!!

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Lord, I wish that I could be in your throne room playing a symphony of praise all the time.My attempts are muted at best. I am the oboe and am anxiously awaiting the trumpet of thegroom that you promise me someday. Yet, you have made me part of the Bride of Christ. Part of the faithful tribe who is awaiting Christ at the altar for the marriage supper of the Lamb.Lord, you have the power to

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Last night at Vacation Bible school, we had the classes hunting wild animals. We had them using lassoes and hula hoops to capture their prey. It is very hard hunting in this manner. And we also had them hunting using the net which was the parachute in which the children went under as we raised the parachute up and down. It provided quite a breeze as the parachute kept moving.In a way, I am on

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This month has been quite a month. Last month at our writer's workshop in Bridgeport, Mary gave us the assignment to write about bugs or snakes.I had no idea of how close I would come to either of them this month until now.On June 28th, I went to work and was all prepared to begin a full week of work and began to process the few credits from the day to be closer to our goal of month-end.I took a

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There was a movie once called, Some Like it Hot. I however do not like it hot!! Yet God gave us the 4 seasons to give His created beings a choice to choose which season they would like to be in. Yet, endurance is often the end result for the seasons for which we don't like to be in.God also has given breaks or hiatuses in our lives. I am in one now called a trial retirement as one of my

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When I was sitting with a friend just chilling and reflecting on my rather difficult week, it was just good listening to the story of another human on this earth and hear how she managed work and school and ministry and life. Being able to reflect and hear Psalm 91 read to me aloud, reminding me of the times we sang a song inspired from the Psalm itself.That made me understand that is really how

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This week so far has been challenging for me since I was let go of my position at work. I went in and was told we had a restructuring. I began to do some work that morning and was then informed of the decision. Not a lot of time to linger and say good bye. But God has been faithful in bringing me in touch with friends and establishing meetings.I just pray that I will develop some passions that

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What a glorious thought to see the birds of the air taking flight and birth. Of the breath of a wren and the brief momentary flutter when he leaves the soft confines of his shell and wriggles his feathers forth into the world!!!Hard to imagine what this bird thinks of this firm beak protruding from his face. this weird apendage at first.Then he begins to move it and chirps. Awaiting

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This piece is dedicated to those who may be a little down and need to be lifted a little higher up!!!It has been a little easy to get myself down lately. Having one less family member around. Did dream of a good tribute in the New York Times with an ad taken out on my dad.Only wish it were true but in a way Dad did make it to facebook when my uncle published photos he took to the page. Looking

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Good morning Dad! This is Scotty Richard and here are a few good remembrances of mine.Remember when I was born, family and others commented on how your likeness of your DNA was carved into my appearance and that has definitely helped me to waltz through the adventures of this life!!! As I look throughout your life of almost 84 years on earth, you have two dimensions, one of action and

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What would it have been like for Jesus to wake up that first Easter morning after having spent a couple of nights in the dungeon of hell. Imagine how it must have felt for the King of Kings to subjected to further suffering and separation from His father so that we may never experience the depth and magnitude of the suffering.We get glimpses throughout the Bible of that suffering with Jonah in

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This being good friday, it is a lot rougher this year than other years since I just passed through a season with my own father's passing. I do have the comforting things from him such as slacks and shirts and ties and the like. But I like to hold onto memories. Yet those are not the tangible things that I can touch like I can touch a letter from my dad or his favorite shirt or tie or jacket.As I

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