Something Nice
So, upon reaching our vacation destination in Maine, one of my top priorities was to sit in peace and read this book. That I did. Thank you J. I enjoyed this book very much.
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The heron, an eagle, loons, and me
It was the middle of the day when I climbed in. A two seat canoe, a paddle, and me, I did begin. The water was calm and close to crystal clear. Moving through water,…
Father’s Day
It’s Father’s Day again and I thankful for my Dad. I have spent even more time with him this past year, and I so grateful for that time together. Happy Father’s Day Dad!
The Revolution
Living in a way-too-busy world that revolves around the revolution of that world. Here’s a thought, or two. There’s a world out there I think, but I can’t see it If I can’t get these…
Six Words You Should Say Today
One day I hope to write my own piece on this topic, or at least something close to it, but that wouldn’t be to take anything away from this wonderful piece. Rachel nailed it. This…
Bruins Warrior
I have written on this subject before and it means a great deal to me personally, it is team. This blog I wrote (The Team) a while back probably doesn’t do it justice, but last…
On My Mind
I just glanced at Facebook, and at the moment Facebook seemed to be concerned with “What’s on my mind?” That’s a good question, because, right now, I am thinking of my Uncle Lloyd. Wishing I…
My Aunt Janette – The Poem
My Aunt Janette – The Poem I wrote this poem the morning after my Aunt Janette went to see our Lord. I woke up on Saturday morning and had these words in my mind, waiting…
The Spot
This is the spot where I used to stand. How I wish I could see it again as it was 30 years ago, the views, the fences, the lay of the land. Minutes turned to…
The day after
The Day After The day after; it’s been just a day, a single day. I went to bed early this evening because I was completely wiped out. Exhausted. All I wanted to do was to…
The Hug
The Hug May 20, 2013 Maybe it’s just me, but while I was growing up, I guess I never really gave any thought to the fact that my heroes and I would ever be…
My Aunt Janette
My Aunt Janette – Facebook says that we are friends.
My Aunt Janette
It’s a bright, beautiful Saturday morning, but suddenly time has lost its grip on the day. I sat down and wrote most of this over the last two weeks, in the present tense, about my Aunt Janette, a remembrance and tribute to her. Last night, just before 9pm (Eastern) God called her home. My Mom called to give me the news that I had been waiting to hear but hoped I would never actually receive. We talked for a moment or two and then I prayed. I prayed for Lloyd and Janette’s family, all of them, in every direction. I prayed and I prayed. I prayed for me and for my family too. So that we can be and will be the strength, support, love, voice, or shoulder to lean on for any who might need it. This certainly includes me too. I prayed for all of us, any of us related to the Peterson family one way or another.
And I write…
And I Write…
Sometimes I just want to sit and cry. Sometimes I do. Usually when the feeling strikes me like it has today, I sit and I write.
Mother’s Day 2013
Mother’s Day 2013. It’s that day again. A day when I look in the mirror and search for the greatest things about my mother. I look for those attributes in the reflection I see,…
The first time
I was reading through some older posts today, and I came across these special words. I remember the night I wrote these words and how they just poured out onto the page faster than I…
Clear
It’s a beautiful day! The air is crisp and clean. Seeking a shaded tree on which I wish to lean. Wishing I was in the woods north, not near. Right beside a babbling brook…
Burdened Heart
Burdened Heart I sit here with a burdened heart, a lump in my throat, and tears in my eyes, unable to separate myself from my own thoughts. Dwelling not on the past, negative, or the…
Pray for Boston
Pray for Boston.
Generation Jumping
Generation Jumping
April, 2013 ~
This weekend I drove my parents to New Brunswick, Canada, where my mom was born and raised. The trip was planned, and made, to visit with my Aunt Janette who is currently sick with cancer, in the hospital. We arrived in Woodstock late Friday afternoon and visited with family throughout the evening and even into the wee hours of the morning. Another aunt of mine, a second double cousin, and I stayed at one of my mother’s double cousin’s house. My parents stayed with another of her double cousins. If you are not familiar with the term ‘double cousin’, it goes something like this. A long time ago three brothers married three sisters … the definition: A set of brothers from one family married a set of sisters from another family, so their children will be double cousins (meaning they’ll be cousins with the same people on both their mother and father’s sides). Not only that, two of the families actually lived on the same farm for a while, but that’s a story for another time.
Delight to show mercy
In recent weeks I have been thinking an awful lot about the end of days, whether they are mine, or anyone else’s. Not in a morbid sense, but in more of a reality sense. More…
If that time has come
One way I often hear people relate to getting older is by learning, hearing of, and discussing news of friends, family, and loved ones becoming ill, or even passing away. In that regard, I am…
Draw the line and make the best of it
I sat down to write this piece, or at least get it started no less than five times in the last week, so as to recap the last three weekends of our hockey season. The…
In search of silence
I walk, in search of silence, somewhere near this place. I pause and stare at beauty absent of human trace. Stopped, I listen, hoping only to hear the snow fall. Maybe the breeze as…
God Made a Farmer
Inspired by the Super Bowl farmer ad, I am sharing this quick note.
This commercial was not only my favorite ad from the advertising blitz that is the Super Bowl, but it may also have been my favorite part of the entire game.
See, to me it wasn’t an ad about a company, but a cognitive visit to times and places I don’t visit often enough.
Paul Harvey was a standard at my grandparents home. Breakfast, lunch and Saturday’s always were accompanied by the sound of Paul Harvey’s voice booming over the radio.
Lessons from Joe
Last year at this time I wrote a post to my blog. But this was not just another post to pass time, fill empty space, or impress a soul; it was my attempt at a…
Something Nice
Sometimes it still happens. Goodness appears without being beckoned. Last week a package arrived at my front door and it was addressed to me. I quickly racked my brain trying to recall if I had…
2012 in review, my blog
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog. Here’s an excerpt: 600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 9,400 views in 2012. If…
Sunday Series – Above the noise
This is just a short poem I wrote. It’s inspired by some recent conversations that I have been apart of and also by the song by Casting Crowns. It’s simple I suppose. But it means…
Thanks #30 (Wife)
This is Thanks #30, the final Thanks post for November. It is certainly not the least Thanks post of November. I might say that I have saved the best for last. Everywhere I go, there’s…
Thanks #29 (Bible)
I am thankful for the Bible. The book of all books. I am thankful for the recorded history and the truths that forever apply in the Bible. It’s my own guide to all that matters…
Thanks #28 (Quiet)
I am thankful for quiet. I don’t get much quiet, but I am thankful for it when I do. Quiet is just a nice sound to ponder. Quiet, with no phones, no TV, no computer,…
Thanks #25 (Sports)
I am thankful for sports. I have spent thousands of hours playing, practicing, teaching, watching, and dreaming in sports. Through sports I learned disciplines. I learned teamwork. I learned respect. I learned how to get…