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Thursday, March 11, 2010

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I Don't Remember Being Forgetful

Let me just first say that my memory isn't that bad. In fact I have an excellent track record of memorizing lines for plays, poetry, and countless talks, speeches and other messages. However, if you ever visit my family down in South Carolina, within 15 minutes you will begin to hear stories about my childhood and one of them will no doubt be about my forgetfulness.

There was the time when I was 7 or 8 years old that my mother sent me to the front yard to empty the waste basket into the large metal outdoor trash can. For those too young to remember (there's that memory again) they look like this.

So, out I went to empty the trash and apparently while on my way back to the house I came across one of the neighborhood dogs wandering through our front yard. Dogs wandered in those days (can you imagine that, or do you need another photo).

Now it seems perfectly reasonable to me that a 8 year old boy would stop and play with a readily available dog. The story, as my mother tells it - endlessly - is that i came back inside (after a prolonged time) happy and clueless of the fact that I had left the waste basket in the front yard. Therefore, I am forever deemed "forgetful."

To me it is a simple case of priorities. Which is more important: an empty waste basket, or a wandering dog?

That's my story and I'm sticking to it - like white on rice.

Labels: blogging, family, life on life's terms, stories, writing

Tuesday, March 09, 2010

Rushing from Past to Eternity

Meet Tom Rush

From the cramped space of my college dorm room and the defined limits of my young adult life, the voice of Tom Rush, gentle and filled with melancholy, touches my mind, my soul and reminds me that there are those who capture life in ballads and tunes hauntingly impassioned.

Tom Rush has both lyrics and music that are of a time gone by. Heck, even for the years of his popularity, he was singing stories and a style from the days of cowboy ballads and hobo songs.

Look him up. Take a trip on some of his lyrics, or just sit back and have your heart rocked lovingly by Maggie from "Ladies Love Outlaws."

Labels: emotion, meanderings, music, songs, stories, word play

Monday, March 08, 2010

Bloggers' Words - Is It You?

Bloggers' Words

words on my screen

tokens of life well lived

speaking of actions, attitudes

options, for living

words of one's journey

signs, revealing and deep

challenging me to thrive, live

choose, grow

words launched into timeless space

floating in e-land, wandering

coming home and sinking deep

lifting, my heart

sings

words from you, my friend.

Labels: blogging, poetry, word play, writing

Saturday, March 06, 2010

Beautiful Day

One day last month I had the privilege of meeting not one but two of North Carolina's nicest and most beautiful women: Nadia Moffett, Miss North Carolina USA and Lauren Ashley, Miss North Carolina Teen USA. As you can see, I was thrilled.

What is more, both ladies were well spoken, professional and honored by their role.

Lauren Ashley, Miss NC Teen USA

Nadia Moffett, Miss NC USA

Labels: blogging, life on life's terms, meanderings, social networking

Friday, March 05, 2010

The Sea - A Poem from Memory

The Sea

Swirls of foam around my ankles

Wiggling toes intwine archaic sands

Minnows dart, carving the tidal plane

Sun bares upon my bare back

Gulls sing anthems of the dawn

Waves rise in the distance, announcing the coming change

Hear it roll closer, ascending

Fleeing tides rip sand and shell away

Sand moves beneath my feet, as the wave breaks

Salt burns, eyes and nose

Water cascades off of me

Surpries of familiar currents

Laughter swells within my sea

My soul welcomed home

Bellows joy

Labels: blogging, poetry, sea, word play, writing

Thursday, March 04, 2010

Another - Kids say the funniest things – Story 002

I have already said, my youngest step daughter (now 22, and a senior at ECU) is the family ‘funny saying generator.’ It seems to be her role to interpret life situations in, well comical if not correct ways.

The traffic was very heavy and hearing her mother complain about it, this wiley 7 year old said, “Remember mom. It’s rough hour.” It was, but made more enjoyable by her comment.

Another one for the memory books…

Labels: family, stories, word play