It's been a while... these past couple of weeks have tested every bone in my body... from the highs of going back to Maine for my 25th class reunion to getting in an accident on the way home (15 miles away to be exact) and having the car totaled... add in Stephens mom visiting and a three year olds birthday party... ARGH!!! to say the least life sucks right now!
Besides all of that there is a lot of positives to balance things out... work has been awesome... I love my job and co-workers... what a dream job and to think that in a few months my job will grow to wonderful heights!
just a month and a bit till the M/s conference... totally looking forward to it!
healthwise I am feeling better... I've lost quite a bit of weight and have managed to reign my sugar back under control...
All in all things are great!
Monday, July 27, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Thursday, July 2, 2009
THE CITY OF THE PAST
Life stood with me at the foot of the mountain of youth and pointed to what was behind us. I looked, and beheld a city of strange form and pattern in the bosom of the plains, wherein were images and as¬cending smokes of divers colors. And the whole was veiled in a fine mist, almost obscured from sight.
I said: "What thing is this, Life?"
She answered: "It is the City of the Past. Ob¬serve it well."
And I observed and saw places of work sitting like great giants beneath the wings of slumber. And sanctuaries of words around which hovered souls crying out in despair - and singing in hope. I be¬held temples of religion set up by faith and de¬stroyed by doubting. And minarets of thoughts ris¬ing heavenward like hands uplifted for alms.
Streets of desires flowing like rivers between hills I saw. And storehouses of secrets guarded by silence and plundered by thieves of inquiring. Towers of progress builded by courage and overthrown by fear.
Palaces of dreams that the nights adorned and awakening spoiled. Dwellings of littleness inhabited by weakness; and places of aloneness wherein rose self-denial. Meeting-places of knowledge illumined by wisdom and darkened by folly. Wineshops of love wherein lovers drank, mocked by emptiness.
Stages of life whereon Life plays her piece; to which Death comes to end his tragedy.
That, then, is the City of the Past. A city far off, yet near; seen and unseen.
Then Life walked before me and said: "Follow me, for we have tarried long." And I asked:
"Whither now, Life?" She answered: "To the City of the Future." Said I: "Have pity, for the journey has surely wearied me, and my feet have trodden stones, and obstacles have drunk my strength."
"Come, for only the coward tarries, and it is folly to look back on the City of the Past."
Kahlil Gibran speaks so loudly when he is so quiet... As I journey this winding road I feel almost lost... I seek and do not find, I ask and no one hears and I and it is not noticed or appreciated... so I seek acceptance and love...
for those that read this Please don't take this literally...
Life stood with me at the foot of the mountain of youth and pointed to what was behind us. I looked, and beheld a city of strange form and pattern in the bosom of the plains, wherein were images and as¬cending smokes of divers colors. And the whole was veiled in a fine mist, almost obscured from sight.
I said: "What thing is this, Life?"
She answered: "It is the City of the Past. Ob¬serve it well."
And I observed and saw places of work sitting like great giants beneath the wings of slumber. And sanctuaries of words around which hovered souls crying out in despair - and singing in hope. I be¬held temples of religion set up by faith and de¬stroyed by doubting. And minarets of thoughts ris¬ing heavenward like hands uplifted for alms.
Streets of desires flowing like rivers between hills I saw. And storehouses of secrets guarded by silence and plundered by thieves of inquiring. Towers of progress builded by courage and overthrown by fear.
Palaces of dreams that the nights adorned and awakening spoiled. Dwellings of littleness inhabited by weakness; and places of aloneness wherein rose self-denial. Meeting-places of knowledge illumined by wisdom and darkened by folly. Wineshops of love wherein lovers drank, mocked by emptiness.
Stages of life whereon Life plays her piece; to which Death comes to end his tragedy.
That, then, is the City of the Past. A city far off, yet near; seen and unseen.
Then Life walked before me and said: "Follow me, for we have tarried long." And I asked:
"Whither now, Life?" She answered: "To the City of the Future." Said I: "Have pity, for the journey has surely wearied me, and my feet have trodden stones, and obstacles have drunk my strength."
"Come, for only the coward tarries, and it is folly to look back on the City of the Past."
Kahlil Gibran speaks so loudly when he is so quiet... As I journey this winding road I feel almost lost... I seek and do not find, I ask and no one hears and I and it is not noticed or appreciated... so I seek acceptance and love...
for those that read this Please don't take this literally...
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