Leave The Light On

If I were young again,
I’d pay attention
To that little known dimension
A taste of endless time
It’s just like water
It runs right through your fingers


Chris Smither
Leave The Light On

In my youth, I had it good. Still do today. The difference is, I didn’t know it then and I do know it now. In my teens, I was Teflon. Not yet having experienced any of the troublesome issues that becoming an adult confronts you with, I lived in that transitional period between belief and reality.

I guess that was a good thing. Had I already seen life up close, I may have been a little more reticent about confronting it. Instead, I faced it willingly, ready to confront whatever the future held. And, I was in no hurry. After all, I had a lifetime to live. Time was mine to spend, and I surmised that I had a lot of it.

Well, it seems that I have almost spent that lifetime. The question is, did I spend it wisely. Of course I think I did. In reflection, I can’t say I tried to become a specific anything. In fact, I entered adulthood without having a clue what I wanted to do. But that was not a problem because I had forever to figure it out.

Rather then having a planned direction, my life kind of evolved. By that I mean I made decisions based on what was available to me at the time. It seems we do not really direct our lives. Our role is simply to evaluate the opportunities that life presents, and make a yes or no decision.

It’s funny how life kind of takes you by the hand and leads you through it. If you are willing to follow, it is ready to lead. If you are willing to take responsibility for what appears to be right for you and are willing to pursue it, you will probably succeed.

In retrospect I spent all those years (or most of them) looking for the next best thing, without really ever knowing what it was. In the end, it appears that trusting my heart and my instincts were and are more important then seeking a specific destination. But most importantly, I am comfortable with how I have ended up and still look forward to what comes next. My tomorrows are still mine and I plan to let life take me where it thinks I should go. So, for the time being, leave the light on.

In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.
Abraham Lincoln

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Time Travel

I read a post recently written by a Quaker minister that was a reflection on friends, old and new. He is reaching an age where his contribution to his congregation is more about experience then it is about energy and new ideas. He reflects on how the years and his chosen calling have blessed him with a multitude of friends, old and new, and his difficulty in trying to maintain his relationship with both. He summed it up by saying that over the years he has learned that there is no such thing as a flat road.

It felt like he was talking to me since I am also of ‘an age’ and have in my life, collected friends and experiences that have grown over the years. However, new friends do not replace the old ones. They just add to the list, and as the list grows longer, I find that as I welcome the new ones, I have more difficulty nourishing and or renewing the relationships that have been built over a lifetime.

New friends, it seems, being more present in my today’s, hold an advantage. They exist in my everyday while my old friends are far flung and in many cases linger within my memories, awaiting my call. However, although our encounters may be less frequent, the bond of friendship remains strong.

So, here I sit on another New Year’s Eve, waiting for the ball to drop yet again. For me, a time of reflection of my years past and my new year to come. Like friends, they each are different. I will continue to treasure them all. The experiences lived, my friends, old and new, and my anticipation of a new year filled with promise.

Happy New Year

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It’s In The Cards

I was always fond of Hallmark Card’s slogan “When You Care Enough To Send The Very Best” because for years, they really were. I don’t say this so much for the cover art, which was good, but more for the verses and sentiment contained within. My wife and I always shopped for greeting cards together because we shared a belief that a card was like an extension of you and, like a gift, showed you had given some thought to the purchase.

All this of course happened when people actually sent cards since there were no real viable alternatives other then perhaps a hand written note, unlike today when technology has intercepted the process and streamlined the act of remembrance. Today, we can quickly slap together an email or text message, add a clever AI created imoji or GIF and hit send. The benefit of this is you can totally forget the event until the day it takes place and still “get er dun”. I’m guilty. I use them all the time. But when it comes to family and close friends, I opt for something more personal and sincere. That is why I still send greeting cards to special friends and family.

I mention this because I have just done my Christmas card shopping and found it to be a tad more difficult then it once was. I suspected the selection may be smaller due to what has been a dramatic decrease in sales and maybe the price of a card being $5.00 plus. But once I started my quest, I found the selection to be massive, with perhaps one exception. I could not find a card that said “To Brother”. However, if he was married, he was OK. They have cards for Brother and his Wife. They also have them for Mother, Father, Sister, Sister and her husband, Aunt, Uncle, Grandfather, Grandmother, Grandson, Son, Daughter, Wife, Husband, Thinking of You, To Someone Special, Across the Miles, from the cat or dog,, to the cat or dog, from the cat to the dog, etc.

Now, Gray is kind of a small town. We don’t have a lot of (any) large stores carrying a variety of products except our grocery store, so I stopped there first. No luck. At first, I thought maybe there had been a run on brother cards, but all the categories were labeled and there wasn’t one for brother. So I moved on to the Dollar Store. They had one. On the cover it said “It Is Christmas and I’m Your Brother”. On the inside it said “Deal With It”. Not exactly the sentiment I was going for, so I decided to look elsewhere. I went to Dollar General and finally found Christmas cards on the end of an aisle. Santa has more reindeer, so I again moved on. I bit the bullet and drove the ten miles to Windham and Walmart. The selection was huge and they did have one Brother catagory. It was empty save an envelope.

Disappointed, but not deterred, I decided to stop at the grocery store next to Walmart before returning home, defeated. And there it was. One card. One sentiment. One card that said what I wanted to say.. My heart smiled. So did I. There is a Christmas Fairy. He/She works for Hallmark in a little obscure room, creating verses for a smaller and smaller audience. I hope they are around for a long time. Or at least as long as I am able to continue to pursue the practice of sincere wishes.

P.S. If you don’t get a card from me, I still want you to have a Merry Christmas.

P.SS. This post counts as a festive effort, right?

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Giving Thanks For Thanksgiving

I have never been a Thanksgiving guy. I mean it was never a biggie to me. I never looked forward to it. I like most others, loved the meal at which we always gave thanks for something. When we were kids, we found it easier then our parents probably did. But they lived, loved, and provided given what they had.

Over the years, once I married a woman that thought Thanksgiving dinner for two required preparing a turkey, two stuffings, giblet gravy, two vegetables, and cranberry sauce, I always saw it coming, but was unable to either mentally, or psychologically stem the tide. It was what she was brought up with and she was mentally chosen to carry on the tradition. Today I am so glad she did because I miss it .

Almost seven years ago she went on to prepare her dinners in Heaven. Rest assured, they are eating well up there. Me, I am kind or vacillating between fixing a dinner that is somewhere between a dramatically scaled down meal and a TV dinner. Don’t get me wrong. A small turkey breast in my air fryer, accompanied by some Stove Top stuffing, McCormick’s gravy, some sweet potato, and canned cranberry sauce is not that bad. So much better then a lot of people get to enjoy. The major ingredient I can’t replace however, is her. One cup of love.

Although I have had invitations in the past, I have always chosen not to accept. I appreciated their offer, but was still feeling they were just being kind. They knew I was going to be alone and made an offer. I wasn’t, unfortunately, smart enough to grasp the sincerity of their invitations. I saw these people most days throughout the year. We chatted, laughed, compared notes, and gossiped. We always inquired into each others health. Given my age and living alone, they watched out for me. They have inquired about me as I have done of them. We have been mutually concerned about each other. They are more then neighbors. They are friends, almost family. So why not break bread with them.

This year, a neighbor across the street was the first to ask if I would join their family for dinner. I surprised myself by accepting. Best move I have ever made. They are in their sixties with multiple adult children, all married, providing a collective bounty of fifteen grandchildren and two more still in the oven. My wife and I never had children and as such I think we missed a lot. I was met by kids from two to twenty years old and a precious down syndrome little boy who chose to smile at me all the time I was there.

For the first time in a few years I did not have to think of why I was thankful. I had been gifted with multiple reasons. The easy way this large family and invited friends moved effortlessly surrounded by the laughter and innocence of children while welcoming those of us that were not family. I had been privileged to experience life and love displayed by children, teens, and parents. I think I gained a new perspective of the day, perhaps for the first time in a lifetime.

I hope your Thanksgiving was as great as mine. I think when you open your heart, you open your eyes and your life.

“Give thanks for a little, and you will find a lot.”
Hausa Proverb

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Turning A Corner

Well, for better or worse, I’m back. After stepping away from the keyboard about seven months ago, I finally feel the time is right to re-enter the world of blogging that I have truly missed. And Kramer is here too.

The last several months have been less then ideal. Medical issues, past and present have kept me from enjoying life to the degree that I would have wished. But, in time, things have improved to the point that I feel normal if not great. However, it is probably as good as I am going to get and I am thankful for the life I enjoy today.

Now, more importantly, I’m sure you are thinking if not saying, “hows Kramer”. Well, believe it or not, last February he turned six. He has become quite the little man who continues to increase his adoring fans. If I take him with me to L.L.Bean he draws a crowd. Note I didn’t say ‘we’. He loves to greet people, making them feel like they are old friends. For the most part, they don’t realize he is really playing them for treats.

In his own way, he has become an ambassador of good will. He is very social and is willing to be held by anyone that he thinks deserves his company. I have included a few shots of him in action. He has been on the radio, comforted a lady that had just lost her dog, told a biker about his Harley (he doesn’t really have one), comforted an amputee shut in, helped my neighbors wife mow the lawn, and convinced a curmudgeon that he was really a nice guy.

Needless to say, we have become best buddies. For the most part, our days revolve around each others. It I can take him with me, I do. If I can’t he sits, looking out a front window so I can see him as I back out of the driveway, turning my solitary journey into a guilt trip.

He would like you to feel sorry for him because he didn’t get to go, but let me tell you what I do to make sure he can. First, he has his own car seat. This I installed a long time ago because he is vertically challenged and without it, could not see out of the windows, making it difficult for him to help me drive and of course, not being tall enough to be seen in traffic by his perceived admirers. Then there is the fan to assure he stays cool while waiting in the car, and the device that monitors the temperature in the car with an app on my phone. All in all he doesn’t have it that bad.

Hold on. Kramer wants to say something. “I know you missed me but it couldn’t be avoided. You might want to consider getting a dog of your own. I have plenty of friends at the shelter. Maybe not as cute (oh the ego), but certainly worthy of a loving home. Thank you.”

Anyway, we are both glad to be back and will try to post from time to time. I did note however that when visiting Reader, several of my many friends are no longer actively posting. Blogs of an eclectic nature that kept me amused, entertained, and informed. I’m sorry to lose them. Hopefully we will be able to meet over the keyboard again in the future.

I guess that’s it for now. To those of you that read this, thanks for stopping by. Hope to see you again somewhere down the road.

Bob & Kramer

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Inspiration

Inspiration is like a lover

Unexpectedly met

Exciting to engage


Urgently pursued


Compelling to embrace


Oft gone by morning





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Weeds

Cast upon the world
Seeds unborn
Without identity
Life enter

Origin unknown
Unimportant
A new life
Undetermined

An embryo
Driven by genes
Creating itself
Within a new world

Beauty subjective
Flowers prolific
Subduing the lesser
Grasping control

Yet the weed
Strength emboldened
Continues to grow
While value accused

Seasons consume
Blossoms wither
Flowers retreat
Gardens dismissed

But yet the weed
The last to survive
Because it believes
In itself

Dedicated to a good friend in Chicago who said “And weeds we are. Same field, just in different spots of the garden.

“Like weeds, we too can grow in the harshest of conditions and still thrive.”
Unknown



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And Then I Cried

I have been around a long time. A very long time. Some might say too long. But be that as it may, I have had the opportunity to experience a lifetime of wars, peace, and foremost, change. Life for me has become a composite of what was and what is, the good, the bad, and of course, the issues that continue to separate us.

I was born during the second world war. I remember air raid sirens, blackout shades, ration books, saving tin cans for the war effort, neighbors sons in uniform. I remember most families sitting next to the radio for news on the war. And, I also remember that, perhaps partly due to my age, I can’t ever remember being in fear of my life. Surrounded by my family and my neighbors, I always felt safe.

Today, as I read the news, I am subjected constantly to the horror of another shooting, of more deaths, many of them children. Children that can no longer feel the warmth of safety within their schools, their churches, and unfortunately, in some cases, within their home. The ability to grow up in an environment that doesn’t include the constant fear of committing the crime of simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Despite there being a war on, I was never afraid to go to school, or anywhere else for that matter. Simply put, the war never came to me. I was not wrapped in an environment of fear, unlike that which exists today.

Today, I read and heard about another senseless shooting that took the lives of children at Mass, celebrating their new school year. I learned about how two small lives have been erased. I learned a 13 year old boy was shot in the stomach. I learned about how 18 people, many children were injured And as time progressed, I learned about how a hospital caretaker inserted themselves into a CT scanner with a child because they were scared and alone. I learned about a young student that covered a fellow student with their body, while being shot in the back by a shotgun. I learned of a police officer carrying and comforting a small victim. I also read and heard of other acts of care and compassion from others, like me, that can’t believe that this is happening in our country.

I mentally hearkened back to when I was a child. When I was exposed to the realities around me.

And then I cried.

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Christmas Eve Eve

I’m sitting here tonight on the eve of the eve. I am surrounded by the glow of the Christmas season. Walking through my subdivision tonight, I was treated to a plethora of ornamental fantasy, provided by my neighbors who chose to display their desire to celebrate the season. I salute them all.

I personally did not participate in providing the visual joy that surrounds all of us. I instead chose to lay back and enjoy the unity that Christmas provides. Suddenly, the streets light up with giant Christmas trees, and buildings festively decorated by hundreds of people that create the beauty that the season provides. I watched the frenzy of my friends trying to find the perfect gift for friends or family. The shared efforts put forth to assure that they say to someone else “I want you to know that you are important to me, or, of course, “I love you”.

I’m a softie when it comes to Christmas. Although I may no longer participate in the celebration, I am it’s biggest fan. I love what it does to everyone, at least for a few weeks, setting aside their differences while embracing each other. I only wish it lasted longer.

Christmas to me is spiritual. It is about origins of our beliefs. It is about church and values. It is about believing that each of us creates our environment. Christmas, at least for a short time, to me, brings out the best in us. So, if for no other reason, I will continue to embrace it for what it is. A time when we abandon our swords and raise our cups in celebration of the birth of our savior.

A little smile, a word of cheer,
A bit of love from someone near,
A little gift from one held dear,
Best wishes for the coming year.
These make a Merry Christmas!

John Greenleaf Whittier

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How Do You Spell Success

Over my lifetime, I am sure I must have run into, or a least rubbed elbows with, every personality type of person from A to Z. However, it wasn’t until I was in my thirties that I realized that I was running into many of the same personality types more then once. That is when I realized that the circus was not as big as it thought it was. One big tent, but not necessarily three rings. There were way too many similarities.

I think that is when I began to realize that success was not a fixed destination. It was an individual thing, determined by you and me. Success it turns out, is whatever we, each of us, decide it is. That’s when I started to watch and listen to people to get some insight into how they spelled success.

All of us are not goal setters. I know I wasn’t. But it became apparent to me that if I didn’t have goals, I did have aspirations. Things I would like to accomplish. It was irrelevant whether I could. It was just something I wanted to do or achieve. Surprisingly, once I arrived at that point, I started to accomplish some small measures of, yes, in my eyes anyway, success.

My point is this. Success is determined by you. I am never going to be a movie star, or an astronaut, but that’s OK because I never wanted to be one. I only wanted to be a person that provided for his family, was embraced by friends and neighbors, and yes, when possible, those in need. In that respect, I have indeed, been successful.

I sit now surveying the world as it presently exists, at least in my perspective. I see the newer generations planting a flag in the ground and silently declaring that, when this point has been reached, they have achieved success. If that is their opinion, and they achieve it, and they are satisfied with the result, I applaud them. However, if they have embraced a consensus of the opinions of many others, instead of their own, I encourage them to consider what they would personally like to achieve. You know, exercising their values, because those values will ultimately lead them to their success.

Every effort, no matter how small, will make a big difference in the long run. It’s certainly worth trying. Don’t believe it? Prove me wrong.

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