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Perpetual Fulfillment

We all have our places we cherish, the ones where time comes as close to standing still as it ever will. Visit with those places often and soak up the aura you came to find.… 

Chatting with Baltimore Orioles Prospect, Riley Palmer (Goffstown, NH)

I remember the day, June 7th, 2014 for a very special reason. I was on the beautiful campus of Dartmouth College in Hanover, NH. My wife and I, and our family were up there to… 

I agree Lord Byron

There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music… 

Thanks for this place

The wind whips the snow against the windows I hide behind Now snow drained clouds drift overhead, flat light I find Then I notice in the distance, blue sky encroaches this scene With it, the… 

This was Williams vs. Keys; Pure, Free, Easy, Power.

My day started at midnight, kind of. All days start around then, but this morning was different. I had gone to bed, fallen asleep, left the TV on, only to wake up just after midnight.… 

True Freedom

Imagine true freedom. Boundaries only existing in the realities you face. Measurements only apply if you decide to keep track. Time kept by the season, not by the hour. Space measured by how far you… 

Where is your walk?

Recently I have been thinking about where my walk is leading. You know, my walk in life, where is it headed? I am not going to get into any details here, instead I am going… 

Son Of A Preacher Man

The Old Farmer

 
The Old Farmer
 
I write sometimes too much, other times not quite enough
Getting the time, or room in peace to work can be tough
 
Before I wrote my most viewed piece, Destination Homestead
There was a man who taught me to use an axe in the shed
 
Before if was the right time to do my Generation Jumping
There was a man , well-read, his stories true, lacking nothing
 
I remember a guy who could dribble, and throw with either hand
He was there for The Hug, it’s my pleasure knowing this man 
 
The December women, Janette and Marjorie ; both gardener’s
I love. I feel. I write. This too, I shared God Made a Farmer
 
Today is my birthday and as a present I’d rather share
Read on, if the words pull you, let them take you there
 
The following lines only begin to capture what I see,
In the fading clips my mind plays of how it used to be
 
But, if I could, I’d be there now, as it was, maybe inside
In the old north room, from icy wind you could not hide
 
Or perhaps I’d come down the old stairs just a bit
To smell the bacon, still my favorite I must admit
 
Settle in here and take this trip, maybe grab a partner
These are my heroes see, each one I call the old farmer
 

Mean What You Say II

Like each drop of water running through my favorite stream, your words to me matter I find they are tossed conveniently away though, often, my heart in balance, left to shatter     Day after… 

Mean What You Say

When I hear your words I want to believe I actually don’t think you purposefully deceive They say a man is only as good as his word So I try to mean all of the… 

Impending Night

there’s a lump in my throat where a laugh used to be did the good times get away, or is that just me?   there is ache where distant smiles war again to be recalled… 

There In Every Show

  I guess we could detach ourselves and say, to each, their own Then isn’t it the folks furthest removed that cast the first stone   To obsess on anything is not the answer, even… 

Trans-Siberian Orchestra 2014

I wasn’t where I’ve grown accustomed to, but I was there On stage these pros all showed up, but do they really care   As usual I polled those around me, some had, others new I smiled… 

Family Parade

The sun dropped beneath the peaks while we were inside. The meal was good, we laughed til we nearly cried. Upon our return to the lit street aglow this night. I took in the scent… 

Our Dear Marjorie

I was so happy to get home late last night. Mom and I made amazing time returning from an emotional afternoon spent in Woodstock, NB. We are so thankful for the opportunity we had to… 

God’s Plan – A Tribute to Marjorie Leech (Peterson)

God’s Plan – A Tribute to Marjorie Leech (Peterson)

Somewhere around the world today there was another selfless soul born, of that I am pretty sure. And even with all the newborns today, there’ll never another Marjorie be.

I ended the phone call with …”my thoughts and prayers are with all of you.” As I promised I would, I dialed the number to my parents house and waited for Mom to answer. Usually, it’s been her making those dreaded calls to me, but tonight I had a message to pass on and an inkling that she already knew what I had just confirmed. She answered the phone and both of us seemed a bit scared to say the first words, knowing why each of us was on the line. I passed on the message I had promised to share and we talked about what we feared to be the case. Our dear, sweet Marjorie had passed, no more than an hour before.

A few days with Marjorie

Marjorie with family, July 2014
Marjorie with family, July 2014
I knew time was short, and I knew she was quite ill,
Though I didn’t expect it. I prayed she’d win the fight.
That dreaded phone call, the news shook me still.
The earth as I know it got a little bit darker tonight.
 
For those of you who knew her better
For those of you who knew her worse
For those who knew her different than I
My experiences led to this little verse
 
For me, most mornings started with a prayer at the kitchen table.
I felt she’d always be there, prepared, as long as she was able.

3 Goals for my Blog

I have decided to try to keep up with a new challenge in this Blogging world. I have joined Blogging 201, a virtual class offered by folks at WordPress to assist with all things Blogging.… 

What have we learned?

Just a thought that’s been careening through the empty caverns between my ears: we have access to more real time information than ever before and we know way too much, what have we learned? To… 

Time To Kill

Remember when having four hours to kill was just another glorious afternoon in an endless string of afternoons filled with thought, daydreams, and pursuit of either?