Go Fish

A game from the past. Brought to present. These two love it.

“The dining table light shines down like even Heaven approves of this timeless card game”

Simple. Fun. Interaction. No screens. Bonus.

Matching cards. Counting. Friendly banter.

Over and over. Go Fish.

Thankful for this holiday weekend and some extra time to be a dad, and more time at home with the family. Maybe a walk, maybe some LEGO play – they’ve been into this a lot lately – and a few hands of Go Fish with the kids.

“Do you have any 8?

Nope. GO FISH.”

“Man of the Cloth…

…without the cloth. “ This idea, this image, from the sci-fi film “Contact”, Matthew McConaughey’s character explains himself this way…

…and it resonated with me then, and it resonates with me now.

Most of my life I’ve felt a sense of personal relationship with God, the Devine, somehow, someway. But I’m no priest, no minister, no mystic…I’m just a guy. I’m just a guy going though life. I’m a dad trying to do right by my kids.

I’m just a guy trying to do right I’m the world, with those around me. I’m just a guy feeling God is right here with us, right now.

I read scripture and sometimes it just resonates, it seems to transcend the hundreds, maybe thousands of years since it was written. Like this, “… and he is not God of the dead, but of the living, for to him all are alive.”

I don’t need a special cloth to understand some of it, maybe a lot of it. Let it speak to you. You might be the same.

A Blessing

Writing is a blessing.

This blog is a blessing. It’s a channel to the world, to all of you, and I couldn’t be more grateful:

For the voice;

For the opportunity;

For the feedback;

For the community.

1,000 posts earlier this week. Fitting it would be with the title “Why Worry.”

Writing is a primary tool for coping, at least for me. Has been for a long time. Writing creates hope. It turns coping into insight, and even a little light for others sometimes.

Grateful for this blog as a way to share that coping and hope and light with the world.

What a blessing.

Lyrics Post: “Running To Stand Still”

I’ve been feeling this way a lot lately. Thought I would share.

“Running To Stand Still”

“And so she woke up

Woke up from where she was

Lying still

Said I gotta do something

About where we’re going

Step on a steam train

Step out of the driving rain, maybe

Run from the darkness in the night

Singing ha, ah la la la de day

Ah la la la de day

Ah la la de day

Sweet the sin

Bitter taste in my mouth

I see seven towers

But I only see one way out

You got to cry without weeping

Talk without speaking

Scream without raising your voice

You know I took the poison

From the poison stream

Then I floated out of here

Singing…ha la la la de day

Ha la la la de day

Ha la la de day

She runs through the streets

With her eyes painted red

Under black belly of cloud in the rain

In through a doorway she brings me

White gold and pearls stolen from the sea

She is raging

She is raging

And the storm blows up in her eyes

She will…”

By the boys of U2

Lyrics Post: “Better Way”

The first time I heard this song I was inspired. The words encourage, fortify. The music builds, layered, energized. Let it fill you, spur you on.

BETTER WAY

“I’m a living sunset

Lightning in my bones

Push me to the edge

But my will is stone

Fools will be fools

And wise will be wise

But i will look this world

Straight in the eyes

What good is a man

Who won’t take a stand

What good is a cynic

With no better plan

Reality is sharp

It cuts at me like a knife

Everyone i know

Is in the fight of their life

Take your face out of your hands

And clear your eyes

You have a right to your dreams

And don’t be denied

I believe in a better way”

Written by Ben Harper

Special Post: Hamlet’s Soliloquy, Act I, Scene ii

Written some 500 years ago, learned personally in an English Lit class some 40 years ago.

This from none other than William Shakespeare. As profiled in Wikipedia, “An English playwright, poet, and actor, widely regarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world’s greatest dramatist. He is often called England’s national poet and the “Bard of Avon.”

And so this stream of conscious spoken aloud early in the play, how tortured our man Hamlet is, setting the stage for what’s to come. The dude was decidedly NOT happy.

“O, that this too too solid flesh would melt Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!

Or that the Everlasting had not fix’d

His canon* ‘gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,

Seem to me all the uses of this world!

Fie on’t! ah fie! ’tis an unweeded garden,

That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this!

But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two:

So excellent a king; that was, to this,

Hyperion* to a satyr; so loving to my mother

That he might not beteem* the winds of heaven

Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!

Must I remember? why, she would hang on him,

As if increase of appetite had grown

By what it fed on: and yet, within a month–

Let me not think on’t–Frailty, thy name is woman!– A little month, or ere* those shoes were old

With which she follow’d my poor father’s body,

Like Niobe (1), all tears:–why she, even she–

O, God! a beast, that wants* discourse of reason, Would have mourn’d longer–married with my uncle, My father’s brother, but no more like my father

Than I to Hercules (2): within a month:

Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears

Had left the flushing in her galled* eyes,

She married. O, most wicked speed, to post

With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!

It is not nor it cannot come to good:

But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue.”

1 A mythological figure who when her children were killed.

2A mythological hero of great strength.

130 *law

135

139 *the sun god

*allow

145 *before

*lacks

151

*inflamed 156

Special Thanks to Cecil Criger for the intro all those years ago.

Lyrics Post: “This Land Is Your Land”

“From my youth to now, many decades later, this song speaks. And through its many renditions, this song speaks to us. To those who will listen. For those who yearn, and believe. Thank You, Woody.

“This land is your land, this land is my land

From California to the New York island

From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters

This land was made for you and me

As I was walking that ribbon of highway

I saw above me that endless skyway

I saw below me that golden valley

This land was made for you and me

I’ve roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps

To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts

And all around me a voice was sounding

This land was made for you and me

When the sun came shining, and I was strolling

And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling

As the fog was lifting a voice was chanting

This land was made for you and me

As I went walking I saw a sign there

And on the sign it said “No Trespassing”

But on the other side it didn’t say nothing

That side was made for you and me

In the shadow of the steeple I saw my people

By the relief office I seen my people

As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking

Is this land made for you and me?

Nobody living can ever stop me

As I go walking that freedom highway

Nobody living can ever make me turn back

This land was made for you and me”

Writer(s): Woody Guthrie

Lyrics Post: “One”

This song by U2, from a long while back. They’ve got a lot of good songs; this is one of my favorites.

“One”

“Is it getting better
Or do you feel the same
Will it make it easier on you now
You got someone to blame
You say

One love
One life
When it’s one need in the night
One love
We get to share it
Leaves you baby if you don’t care for it

Did I disappoint you
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without
Well, it’s

Too late
Tonight
To drag the past out into the light
We’re one, but we’re not the same
We get to carry each other
Carry each other
One

Have you come here for forgiveness
Have you come to raise the dead
Have you come here to play Jesus
To the lepers in your head

Did I ask too much
More than a lot
You gave me nothing
Now it’s all I got

We’re one but we’re not the same
Well we hurt each other
Then we do it again

You say
Love is a temple
Love a higher law
Love is a temple
Love the higher law
You ask me to enter
But then you make me crawl
And I can’t be holding on
To what you got
When all you got is hurt

One love
One blood
One life
You got to do what you should
One life
With each other
Sisters
Brothers

One life
But we’re not the same
We get to carry each other
Carry each other

One
One”

1991. Writers: Larry Mullen, David Evans, Paul Hewson, Adam Clayton.

‘‘Tis the Season

‘Tis the Season, a playful way, to talk about a certain day, a certain way to be, to think, to be, most often ‘round Christmas we might hear it, say.

But another time comes to mind, a thoughtful stint of when we might find,

better insight as to how we might be, better for you, better for me.

A time to remember and honor those who have gone, of those whom we’ve loved, over, above,

And not just the times and the way we felt, but the power and the magic within us has dwelt,

And still there today, each and every day, if we think, and believe it’s within us, and for us, and is us, felt in a blink.