Archive for August 2011

I’ve heard it said that you should never choose your heroes from among the living – that way they never have the opportunity to disenchant you. This man died just a couple of years ago and the more I learn about him the more he becomes my hero. He lived what he believed and softly touched thousands of lives and made us believe we are special.

The thought of the day comes from Mr. Rogers.
As human beings, our job in life is to help people realize how rare and valuable each one of us really is, that each of us has something that no one else has—or ever will have—something inside that is unique to all time.
It’s our job to encourage each other to discover that uniqueness and to provide ways of developing its expression.

~ Fred McFeely Rogers (1928-2003)

The In-Between
Miles of dust and sun
40 needful years of turning on a bitter lathe
Yet only my children will know why
and will their children’s children remember?
will any legacy be left written upon hills of sand?
will there be no wind, no moon, no fear?




In a way I am begotten of those stiff-necked nomads
In a way, my feet still burn and suffer the lessons learned

But I have my own desert stretching my toes
But I have seen a promised land filled with giants
and I have sided with the ten
and I have labeled the two – nutbrained

But slow your fear shea… slow your darting eyes and consider…

I live
I don’t have to but I live
I live now
At least for now… but
For what?
Must I live *for* something?
I might live for nothing important
but that is not the same as nothing
and important is a tricky thing while this wind carries pain into your face

But I do not lie down
to let dunes shift over me
For this fact I perceive a reason
A something
More even – a Presence
Concepts in the human mind are like these flowing hills – changing
I have not pushed
this far
for the sake of a concept
I know I have not because -truth- it is not even in my power to do so
you are looking at a turtle on a fencepost
do the math

So return behind the How
Let the weight of the What
and the wonder of the Where
with the obvious Why
There is only one
and it is a Who

So tell me while my ears are open
Play Solomon for my blistered and bewildered heart
must I chase wind
or worse… turn heel
flee wind
all the way back to Egypt
Can these ashes in my mouth be
swallowed or spit
while I yet live – yet journey

Even in this slim light it’s silly
to ask “what” shall I live for
To be honest now
I must ask Who not what
I must start with Do not Shall

So – Who Do
I live for
Damn – another silliness
not in the question this time
but in the answer of yesterday

-VisionCast 2011