Sunday morning words of wisdom...

Be kind to each other. Even when it is hard. It counts the most then... I do not always succeed in this endeavor.
In fact, I sometimes willfully and full knowledge throw kindness to the wind.

That is mine to own.

Banging the mouse...

Sorry HP I had to borrow that. It is so inclusive of communication today as expressed by some.
I have been watching so many try to impress others with their use of big words, punctuation, and tres fabulous manners of condescension.
I guess that some have not learned yet, that simply expressing the truth has the power to establish intelligence. Even if, your vocabulary isn't huge or maybe you do not spell well.
The same with wisdom.

I have been witnessing this phenomena of feigned intelligence for some time now.
It isn't designed to solve problems or unite people.
It is designed to deceive. Even the user. Or perhaps, especially the user.
I sent an opening volley recently on my other blog. Oh my...the two that stepped to the debate made short work of me.
Because while they have showed theirs I have yet to show mine.

It wasn't really possible with all the inference to my lack of intelligence and irresponsible use of public media.
Yes, because I am far too obtuse to grasp that their way is the only way.
Why is it that people who claim to be invested in solving problems always want to cheat the communication?

I will say this, if, that is what I am up against, I can rest easy. I need not even condition for this race.
The race to end the prolonging of suffering.
Because to me that is what is truly important.
Positive efforts to communicate would have gone a long way towards convincing me of their investment.

Unfortunately, the arrogance once again got in the way.
Eli left me an amazing gift that I have yet to fully embrace and understand how to use.
He left me with a more stern determination. Not a bunch of wing flapping misdirected squawking passion.
Just a single minded determination to keep plowing the row assigned me.
Which goes a very long way towards explaining why I no longer spend as much time banging the mouse.

This Old Man...

He went home...He was a good horse. And that is high and well deserved praise...
Parting really is sweet sorrow.

Rest in Peace Eli 8-4-2009

The day after.

I am afraid to go outside and face this first day after. I know he won't meet me at the corner of the house to begin our work.
I know this.
I know that this first day after will be the beginning of moving on.
And forgetting.
That always happens no matter how hard you try to hold on to the memories.

Upon waking my first thought was, "He is gone."
And I began to think of just exactly how big of a part of my life he was.
And the work that he did in his too short life.
Followed of course by the memory of pulling the trigger.
I can't focus on that. It haunts me already.

The dogs claimed by me as mine have been few. And I have been truly blessed in that they have been extraordinary.
Truly...

There was Shannon the Champion field hunting Irish Setter. My companion, teacher, and guardian of my childhood.

Sheba the Shepard Timber Wolf cross who was the protector, teacher, and guardian of my daughter and our farm.

Mela the white wolf pup.

And Nelson. The guardian of all. My companion and work partner. My friend.

As, I head out to begin this day, I know he is gone. And in the way of life, moving on, and the beginning of forgetting, I know that there will be another at the corner of the house saying with their heart in their eyes, "Pick me."

And I know that in time there will be a new companion. And guardian of all things precious.

But for this moment I would like to say, Thank you Lord for sharing him with me.
As, I am sure you already know I did not see this loss coming.
It wasn't something I could plan for.
He was amazing and wonderful and I regret the loss. Deeply.
I am working on not resenting it.

I have been told that there was a break out last night. First ever in I do not know how long.
I have been informed that it was Sun who stepped up to the plate and held the 3 offenders.
I have also been told that The Lord does not take that he does not give.
And I know this to be true.

And I know that it does not matter if I think I am ready or not, life goes on...

Rest in Peace Nelson 5-15-07 to 7-27-09

Goodbye Friend.

He will always be in our hearts.
With all of our best memories.
It hurt to let him go.
Even more to say
Goodbye.

He was an amazing guardian. Of all things.

Por favor El Diego e Jesus Christo. Por favor mi amigo mi pero. Por favor para el para siempre.
Amen...

I know better than to pray for patience...now.

I did not used to know better. I used to pray for patience on a rather regular basis.
Daily.
Every day...

How stupid could I be?
Very.
Apparently.
Much to my own detriment.

I no longer have a desire to have any more patience with people than, what I already possess.
I never did want to understand most people any better than I already did.
With understanding comes acceptance.
At least, that is my take.

With understanding and acceptance the boundaries of society become more and more gray.
"But, you have to understand!"
No, I don't.
No, I absolutely do not have to understand why you or I do the wrong we do.
We just need to accept what we already know to be true.
That it is wrong.
And put our efforts towards stopping the wrong that we do.

"Excuse" is one of my least favorite words. I do not want to hear my own excuses.
Why!?!...would I want to hear anyone or everyone elses?

I am with Liz on this. "He Is Just A Beautiful Person"...

I have been amazed over the years by what people will do to each other, with complete disregard for each other, solely, for the purpose of having something to talk about.

I do not have heroes in my life of celebrity stature. People are people. Some prove themselves extraordinary.
And seemingly ordinary people can act in such a way that makes them truly extraordinary.

I am not afraid to look deep.
Because that is most often where the truth rests.
Within...

I did not appreciate being expected to ascertain, whether or not, a man who had devoted his life and a fair portion of his fortune to the delivery of a message. was guilty of the foul accusations brought against him by others.
The expectation was implied when the filth was made public.

I did not appreciate another reminder of what people are willing to do to each other in the pursuit of having something to talk about.
And perhaps, monetary reward.

I appreciated even less, the decline forced upon a messenger.