Tired but Good

The pure, the bright,
The beautiful that stirred our hearts in youth,
The impulses to wordless prayer,
The streams of love and truth,
The longing after something lost,
The spirit's yearning cry,
The striving after better hopes;
These things can never die.
The timid hand stretched forth to aid a brother in his need,
A kindly word in grief's dark hour that proves a friend indeed;
The plea for mercy softly breathed,
When justice threatens high,
The sorrow of a contrite heart;
These things shall never die, shall never die.
Let nothing pass,
For every hand must find some work to do,
Lose not a chance to waken love.
Be firm and just and true,
So shall a light that cannot fade beam on thee from on high,
And angel voices say to thee;
These things can never die.
-Charles Dickens

Speed of Light

All day I've had daydreams about the science of Superman - and how handy would it be in fact to have the amazing ability to harness time. His powers are said to turn back time by reversing the rotation of the earth. Not that I want to go back in time.............I really just want it to speed up! Have you ever seen that movie "CLICK" with Adam Sandler? This movie as far as I'm concerned shows you what a curse it would be if we had the ability to accelerate time. With his little remote he ended up fast forwarding through more time than he realized and in the end paid for it dearly. He let all of life's little moments pass him by without thinking of the consequences. It's no wonder that when you actually have something to look forward to that the time drags by just a little bit slower because you're paying such close attention. As if life is supposed to be so much sweeter when we relish every stinking moment..............alright, alright..........I'm not that jaded I have the ability to appreciate the little things in life as adequately as the next guy but our everyday lives aren't always that defined. Generally I wake up at the same time everyday, get to work at the same time everyday, get home around the same time, cook dinner early enough every evening at the same time, & try to go to bed at the same time every night but not before I write at least one page in my journal about my day or how I'm feeling...................now if that's your idea of exciting then I'm missing something. I most importantly look forward to my weekends which is really the only time I genuinely feel like ME - you know why? It's because I get to pick where I want to go and what I want to do.................I facilitate my weekend experiences to be however exciting or boring I feel they should be. Normally, I have the strongest urge to be outdoors especially since I'm couped up in the windowless office you hear about so much. That is something I need to keep reminding myself of - why? Because, that just isn't what I want for the rest of my life. To have a menial job that shows nothing of who I am or what I am really capable of. Knowing that this is how I feel makes it that much harder for me to go in everyday. It's only a matter of time before I've reached my limit, honestly my body can't take sitting in a chair every single day which is all the more reason why I shouldn't be doing it. Not that I'm going to go apply for disability or anything but I need to do what is in my best interest. I envision my life playing out a certain way as I have never done before and you know I like what I see. It is just a matter of making it happen. Mark my words.

Corn Maze

So, the Sunday Craze was a good ol' fashion Corn Maze. Once we were there the excitement started to fill the air. You see I had never been in a Corn Maze before so I was looking forward to it. This maze had somewhat of a purpose if you can imagine - once we paid our admission we were given a bright yellow card with questions, six to be exact. And the object was to find these mailboxes scattered throughout the maze which contained the answers to all questions on our yellow card. Once we entered we could hear the son of the family before us yell "I found one!" which got my butt in gear. We sped up to try and follow their voices thinking that we would find the one they were at, but we didn't. Thankfully we found the boxes on our own without cheating! haha Once we were found all of our boxes we exited the maze and the family that had gone in about 10 minutes before us were just coming out as well. Once we were up at the ticket tent the owner lady made the comment about how fast Cody and I had gotten through the maze - according to her we may have the Corn Maze scavenger hunt record!!! hahaha I know I'm a dork but who cares cause we won. Technically, we really didn't win anything but whatever. Anyhow, with our admission we were also entitled to a free round of "sling shot try to get the tennis ball in the inter tubes in the middle of the lake game" (do you have a shorter name?!) This was pretty fun, by this time we were reduced to a child like demeanor as we launched the balls with the human sized slingshots. Neither one of us got it in the middle of a tube although I did hit one which counted for something. All in all we had an awesome time. The owners were watching me take pictures and at the end asked if I would mind emailing them the copies if I got anything good to update their website. I have thought about the maze a number of times today and I actually want to go back to play again (maybe after Vegas though) and hopefully not be so rushed. We didn't get there until 6:10 or so and they were only open till 7 but we made the best of it and had a great time. O' to be a youngster again................

Sunday Craze

I do believe in magic. I was born and raised in a magic time, in a magic town, among magicians. When I was twelve, the words was my magic lantern, and by its green spirit glow I saw the past, the present, and into the future. We all start out knowing magic. We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us. We are born able to sing to birds and read the clouds and see out destiny in grains of sand. But then we get the magic educated right out of our souls. We get it churched out, spanked out, washed out, and combed out. We get put in the straight and narrow and told to be responsible. Told to act our age. Told to grow up, for God’s sake. And you know why we’re told that? Because the people doing the telling were afraid of our wilderness and youth, and because the magic we knew made them ashamed and sad at what they allowed to whither in themselves. After you get so far away from it, though, you can’t really get it back. You can have seconds of it. Just seconds of knowing and remembering. When people get all weepy at movies, it’s because in that dark theater, the golden pool of magic is touched, just briefly. Then they come out into the hard sun of logic and reason again and it dries up, and they’re left feeling a little heartsad and not knowing why. For the briefest of instants, you have stepped into the magic realm. The truth of life is that every year we get farther away from the essence that is born within us. We get shouldered with burdens, some of them good, some of them not so good. Things happen to us. Loved ones die. People get in wrecks, and get crippled. It’s not hard to do, in this world of crazy mazes. Life itself does its best to take that memory of magic away from us. You don’t know its happening until one day you feel like you’ve lost something, but you’re not sure what it is.
~Robert McCammon~