"Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye." H. Jackson Brown said that. If you ever wonder where I find all of these neat quotes. I get them Here: www.brainyquote.com. Although you can find quotes all over the web, I find this site has a nice selection and is easy to search through. You can search by topic or by author. I usually search by topic.
For today's quote, I used love as the topic. Why? I don't know. Sometimes I feel like the topics I choose are a little too somber or serious. Originally, I was looking for something humorous or light, but then I found the above quote. I thought about this quote for a little while before I decided to write about it...trying to figure out whether or not it was true. I think that it may be true. My wife was a beautiful woman and many people would think that with her problems, I likely chose her for her looks. This wasn't the case though. You see, my wife was married when I first met her, and I just saw her as one of the secretaries around the office. I lived along the shore in New Jersey when I was younger and a number of the guys from the office had chipped in and got a beach house in Long Branch. Given that I lived only 20 minutes from their house, I hung out with them all the time. One weekend, we were throwing a party at their house and many of the secretaries around the office were coming. Sharon knew about the party, but she hadn't been invited. I felt a little bad about that and invited her to come, telling her to bring whoever she wanted (meaning her husband was invited also). I did not expect her to come, but I wanted her to feel like she was part of the office anyway even if she couldn't make it. What I didn't know at that point was that her husband had died a few months before. I was really surprised when she showed up at the party that weekend around 9:30 in the evening. She had brought another one of the secretaries from Merrill, along with an Indian guy. When the guy went to get drinks for the ladies I casually said to her, oh, I didn't know your husband was Indian. She laughed and said he wasn't, her husband had died a few months back. I had never known. Well, one thing led to another, and we started dating that night. Still it wasn't a case of love at first site. I liked Sharon and realized she was very pretty, but I didn't fall in love with her until a couple weeks later once she read me her poetry. The raw power and emotion in her poetry spoke to me. The fact that she was willing to share it with me also made me feel a great attachment to her. I fell in love. About three weeks after that, she moved in with me. We were married six months later. Her poetry spoke to me, and my heart realized that I loved the beautiful girl who was reciting it to me. Sometimes our hearts do know what is invisible to the eye. I did know of Sharon's drinking problem before we got married. I married her anyway, figuring we would beat it together. It didn't work out that way. Sharon was ten years younger than me. I always figured it would be her holding me while I lay dying...when we were both old and grey. Instead, I held her as her life ebbed away while we were both young enough not to have too many grey hairs yet (I had many more than her). Sometimes the heart can see what is invisible to the eye. Other times, love is blind. My love was blind to the severity of the problems Sharon had, but my heart could see the beauty within her soul. My two daughters remind me of her daily. A look, a turn of the word, their talents, all remind me of Sharon. What my eyes don't consciously see, my heart knows. Well, so much for having a humorous post. Maybe tomorrow.
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I have a really nice hat that I like. It looks like a wolf's head. It is very warm and I wear
it when it is very cold. I wore it today, and it kept my head warm. Ashleigh "What you are speaks so loud, I can hardly hear what you say.” That is a quote by Peter Kreeft. He is a professor of philosophy at Boston College, and the author of many books on Christian apologetics. In other words, books on creating a reasoned basis for christian faith. It's an interesting subject, but one I find many agnostics won't read.
Many people become agnostics because it is convenient for them not to believe. It is easier for them to take the stance that they don't believe, because then they are not obligated to stand up and defend every theory thrown at them by nonbelievers. Some people have a tough time saying "I don't know". So instead of saying I don't know to specific questions or statement thrown at them by nonbelievers, they just call themselves agnostic and say a general blanket I don't know. Saves a lot of uncomfortable conversations that way I guess. I am guilty of it too, to some extent. I am a catholic by birth, yet there are some things that I just don't understand about my own faith. Then, there are other things I DO understand, but just don't really agree with. In either case, it is rare I am going to argue with people about their beliefs. If they are not Catholic, that's fine. I judge people by their actions and not their beliefs...Or at least I try to. For my own part, I try to live my beliefs. I treat others as I would like to be treated. I try to treat people fairly and be friendly to everyone. I try to mind my own business and help people when I can. By living those parts of my faith I believe in, I try to be a good example of my faith. I try to let my actions speak for me. Whether or not people like me, is up to them. I don't worry about it. If I say I am going to do something, then I try to do my best to do it right. I try not to cut corners. I'd rather make people laugh than cry, and I try to help people when I can and give them a positive statement rather than negative thoughts. I try to be a good role model for my daughters and my friends. Hopefully I am. We have a dog named Lucky.He likes to eat every thing! When he is in the kitchen he
likes to watch people prepare food. While he sits and watches, he growls lightly to remind you he is there. It is like he is talking. Lucky eats dog food every day, and we give him .lettuce, apple peels and meat scraps as snacks. Ashleigh It is nice that we have a day for thanks giving. I try to give thanks every day, but sometimes I get busy and forget to be thankful for what I have.
I am thankful for my daughters and my Mom for making my days brighter. I am also thankful for blue skies and soft breezes, because they make the days enjoyable. I am thankful that I have a job I enjoy and a nice warm bed to go to when the day is done. Finally, I am thankful for my sister and friends for making my time when I am not working more enjoyable. There are so many more things that I am thankful for, These are just the ones that came to mind right away. I wanted to keep this post short today, since tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I love this quote. Not only is it true, but it rhymes! I'm a sucker for rhymes. In previous blog posts, I have talked about lying and the different stages of lying. One of these stages was white lying. Now before I discuss that; I'd like to state that I am all for telling the truth whenever possible- even when it's brutal. I believe that it is better to hurt someone with the truth than to comfort them with a lie. However. There are certain situations in which this should not apply... and that is, I believe, what this quote is focused on.
Let's give a nice example. Person A: Hey, what do you think of my haircut, B? B thinks that A's new hair is hideous, and that A should never have cut it to begin with. B now has a choice. He can either tell a white lie and say it looks good; or be brutally honest and trash A's new hair that A seems to be happy about. In this scenario... it's okay to tell a white lie to save yourself some future grief. It also saves you from hurting the other person's feelings and earning the d-bag of the year award. Now, personally- if I ever got caught in a scenario like this; I'd find a KINDER way to let A know that I don't really like their haircut. Is that bad? Yes? Probably. This is why I have no friends. But that's besides the point. The ACTUAL point of this post is to justify white lies. They are okay to tell; as long as they are with good intent. It mirrors the quote in a way- because you shouldn't tell the truth with a BAD intent, either. Don't lie if you can avoid it. This quote doesn't justify everything. ~Maddie I read a new book today, called My ''G'' Book. Little ''G'' goes into a garden that had lots
of green grass. She found goats and put glasses on them. She also found a gorilla, and put goggles on him. They giggled at each other. She then met a goose and a gander. The goose gave her a golden egg. Little ''G'' had found a lot of great ''G'' objects. Ashleigh
Music in the soul can be heard by the universe. That's another quote by Lao Tzu. I will be the first to admit that I have no real clue to what he is talking about. When I hit music as a topic, I was looking for some really profound lyrics to quote. Something interesting, yet mysterious. Instead, I found a boatload of quotes about music itself.
It seems everybody has something weird to say about music. Plato said "Music is the movement of sound to reach the soul for the education of its virtue." Meanwhile, Beethoven said "Music is a higher revelation than all wisdom and philosophy." Even Marilyn Manson got into the act saying that "Music is the strongest form of magic". Music, it seems, speaks to many. And all of us play music. Whether we sing or tap our fingers, whistle or tap our foot, we all at one time or another try to express ourselves through sound. I enjoy listening to music while I work. I don't think that it helps me work. I think I just enjoy having sound in the background. My daughter, meanwhile, plays music to pass the time while she works. One thing I like to do is try to figure people out by the songs that they play. We all have songs that resonate with us. And the meaning behind the songs can be different for all of us. In fact, sometimes we will see meaning in a song, and then find out that the musician had a totally different meaning for the song than the one we have given the song. Music can speak to us, but we all hear it as if it is a different language. What could have deep meaning for one person could have no meaning for another. For instance, the Led Zepplin song "Thank You" holds a lot of meaning for me. I think it is a beautiful song and my wife and I had used it as our wedding song. In fact, I used some of the lyrics from that song in my wedding vow to Sharon. "If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you. When mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me." The song "Castles Made of Sand" by Jimi Hendrix, also holds deep meaning for me. Meanwhile, my daughter Maddie can listen to these songs and likely get very little meaning from them. Not that she doesn't hear the message...just that it doesn't resonate with her as some of her music does. While I think we can tell a lot about a person by the style of music they listen to and by specific songs, I don't think that it is an end all in the analysis of a person. Music can only go so far in explaining a person's behavior or actions. I think music can make for a happier soul, but, depending on the style of the music, it can also lead to a sadder, or more disgruntled soul as well. Below are some of my favorite lines from songs I liked when I was growing up. I have put them in no real order. Read them, and then see if you can figure something out about me. Put your thoughts into a comment. This is open to all, whether I know you or not. I am curious what people would think about me or my thoughts just by going on some of my favorite lines. Consider this a thought experiment. To make it harder, I will not tell you who the lyrics are by. I have also, in some cases, plastered two lyrics together to make one quote. I do that when there are too many lines between my favorite parts. Here we go: "In the days of my youth I was told what it means to be a man, Now I've reached the age I've tried to do all those things the best I can." "So, so you think you can tell, Heaven from Hell. Blue skies from pain, Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell?" "I'm stepping through the door. And i'm floating in a most peculiar way...And the stars look very different today." "I'm feeling very still And i think my spaceship knows which way to go. Tell me wife i love her very much she knows." "There was a young girl, whos heart was a frown , 'Cause she was crippled for life, and she couldn't speak a sound... And she wished and prayed she could stop living, So she decided to die." "And so castles made of sand, melts into the sea, eventually." "Yeah, darlin' Gonna make it happen, Take the world in a love embrace Fire all of your guns at once And explode into space. Like a true nature child We were born Born to be wild.We can climbed so high... I never wanna die. "Hey you, out there in the cold Getting lonely, getting old Can you feel me? Hey you, don't help them to bury the light. Don't give in without a fight." "There is no pain, you are receding...A distant ship's smoke on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'." "But I have become, comfortably numb." "This is the end, Beautiful friend. This is the end, My only friend, the end. Of our elaborate plans, the end. Of everything that stands, the end. No safety or surprise, the end. I'll never look into your eyes...again." "All our lives we sweat and save. Building for a shallow grave. Must be something else we say. Somehow to defend this place. Everything must be this way. Everything must be this way." "But I'd trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday." "One pill makes you larger, And one pill makes you small. And the ones that mother gives you Don't do anything at all. Go ask Alice, when she's ten feet tall." "And when the broken-hearted people Living in the world agree, There will be an answer let it be. Let it be." "And the years rolled slowly past And i found myself alone. Surrounded by strangers i thought were my friends, I found myself further and further from my home. And i guess i lost my way. There were oh so many roads I was living to run and running to live. Never worried about paying or even how much i owed." "I began to find myself searchin'. Searching for shelter again and again. Against the wind A little something against the wind. I found myself seeking shelter against the wind." "If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you. When mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me." Well, have fun with that! The sky- something beautiful and fascinating. I wanted today's post to be a little different, so here goes! I just wanted to make a list of thoughtful things about the sky that people probably haven't stopped to think about.
I don't know. I've just been thinking about the sky a LOT today and I wanted to write a post that got out some of my thoughts. It never fails to amaze me how vast the sky truly is, and how complex- even though we never regard it as such. Moral of this post? Take time to stop and notice what is around you; and let it inspire reflective thinking. ~Maddie
SO, I have to speedily write a blog post- and I figured; why not over-analyze a quote!? I love metaphors, for those who haven't read previous posts by me... and I love this one for its simplistic truth. Trust is truly something that can never be regained; much like an eraser. It takes time to wear down, too- but each time you use it, the roughness (or trust in this case) breaks down until it wastes away at a faster rate and then disappears altogether.
I'd like to take this a few steps further, too. When the eraser on a pencil is all gone... the pencil either gets thrown out, forgotten and pushed aside, or only used in the time of convenience. I think the same can be said when trust in people runs out. I know that personally; I remove those who I cannot trust from my life or slowly cut them off or distance myself so as not to hurt them. I try not to use them for convenience, but I know a few of my friends who have done it before. Moral of this blog post? Stay honest, and stay true. ~Maddie "It is better to have a heart without words than words without a heart." Mahatma Gandhi said that one. Actually, it is a small part of a long-winded quote, which I really didn't feel like dealing with this evening. And anyway, the small part I quoted is really a good rule for living, if you really think about it.
Have you ever said something that you later came to regret? Or said, something that, while true, was very hurtful to someone and that really didn't need to be said in the first place? If so, whether it was about a very small subject or a life changing moment, those are still examples of words without a heart. Meanwhile, if you ever had your heart aching to tell someone something, but you could not find the right words to actually express how you feel, then that is an example of having a heart with no words. I have experienced both sides of that coin over the years, and I can tell you from experience that they both suck. If you ever experience the feeling of a heart without words, I recommend you find someone you can confide in that may be able to help you to find those words. Take it from me, IT IS IMPORTANT!!! We all think that there will be another day to express our feelings to the ones we love. It's not always true. In Genesis, it says " For you were made from dust, and to dust you will return." Believe me, you'd be surprised how quickly people can whither and die in your life. Your heart without words will come back to haunt you if you never act to find the words. If you take one idea from this post, make it the idea that a heart without words can torment you if you wait too long to find the words, or if you find the words and then decide to keep them to yourself until you find a better time to say them. A heart without words can quickly turn into a broken heart, or a heart of sadness. On the flip side, never say words out of anger only. If you know something you are going to say is going to hurt, and you truly love or respect (or both) the person you are going to say it to, then think twice about saying it. Is that one moment of satisfaction or triumph worth the pain you are going to unleash? Remember, just because something is true does not mean that it won't hurt the other person. Try and let your heart guide you in affairs of the heart. Let your head guide you in the logic of your actions. Usually logic will and can win out in both situations. Unfortunately, there will be times when you are emotionally hurt and your logic won't always win out. That is when you need your heart to do your speaking for you. NOT your emotions. Your inner feelings are from the heart. If the feelings seem to be emanating from your head, then that is an emotion. In general, your heart can express love, not like and sadness, not anger or vengeful feelings. Compassion comes from your heart. Revenge and tit for tat from your mind. All said, a heart without words is a call to find the words. Words without heart is a fool's errand. Love deeply. Forgive the small and inconsequential. Know yourself. And express your true feelings from the heart only. Today, I read a new book, called My ''F'' Book. It was very good. The story is about Little
''F''. She found a fishing pole and went fishing. She caught four fish and five frogs. She put them in her box. She also found a fir tree and a fox. She put those in her box too. She ran through a field of flowers and saw a farm on fire. She ran to the firehouse and reported the fire. The firemen put the fire out. Ashleigh It is far better to be alone, than to be in bad company." George Washington penned that one. And to some extent he had a point. But then I started thinking, who decides who is bad company? If he has met these people and deemed them "bad company" then he is correct. Instead, if he decides not to be around certain people because his friends don't really like them, then he is a fool.
Always decide for yourself who is good or bad company. I have met many people over the years who were not liked by some people. Oftentimes, I find out later that the person in question is quite nice and that the real reason they were not liked by the other was because of something that other person had done that the "bad person" had spoken out against. Everyone has their good and bad qualities. And no one is going to like all of the qualities of all people. Part of being an adult is choosing what qualities are inexcusable and what qualities can be overlooked. For me, I have a simple rule. I want my friends and confidants to be trustworthy. I do not want to have to wonder if they are going to twist my words to either embarrass me or to hurt another person. I also do not want to have to feel that I have to check the silverware after one of my friends leave. Other qualities I look for in my friends is that they have a good sense of humor, and that they are genuinely good people. By this I mean that they are more likely to go out of their way to help someone rather than to hurt them. I do not like drama in my life. Since that is the case, I look to distance myself from those that surround themselves with drama. Now, there is a difference between troubles and drama. A spouse getting sick, or having a car accident or something like that is a trouble. The ones I try to avoid are the people who are always fighting with people, and then either talking bad about them to other people, or constantly writing bad things about them on social media. It is these people I try to avoid. I mean really, life is too short to constantly be pulled into other people's cat fights. When I find that someone is a drama queen, I go out of my way to not get involved. While I may stay friends with them on Facebook, and still talk civilly to them if I run into them, I don't go out of my way to set up outings with them. As Washington said, it is better to be alone than to be in bad company. All said, I try to surround myself with positive people. People who have interests similar to my own, yet also have interests away from mine to add a little spice to our meet ups. Nowadays, I work from home and I do not get out much any more. When I do, I want it to be around positive people. People I can trust and who can make me laugh. Not everyone fits that description. And in turn, I am sure that I do not fit the description for many people either. A single father who doesn't drink or watch TV and could care less about the local sports team may be a tough sell for many. Still, the friends I have I trust completely, and I have many acquaintances who could easily become friends if we just made the time to meet up. This is your life...Choose your friends wisely. What qualities do you look for in your friends? And what do you look to avoid? I love this quote because it is so true. We all control how we think, what we think, and what we think controls our ability to act upon what we think. In my family, the word "can't" is essentially outlawed. Our reasoning works as such: "If someone held a gun to your head and said 'do it'; you could and you would." People may reply and say "Well now, that's a bit extreme" but it really isn't. It's the same situation, just with a different consequence. Your ability to do something shouldn't be defined by what's at stake.
I've seen so many people talk themselves into not being able to do something. One of my best friends talks herself out of doing her homework all the time; saying that she cannot do it because the workload is too much and the assignments, too hard. In reality, she has minimal classes and the assignments are easy and can be completed within a day or two- but she thinks herself to the point where she cannot do anything and refuses to do her work. This only brings stress and more work for her; and she doesn't even realize that she's doing it to herself. I myself will admit that I overthink and end up either stressing myself out or pissing myself off. And when I get pissed, I tend to piss everyone who crosses my path off, too. In the end; only we can truly control our minds. What we think, what we say, and how we react... they are all large components in our life and we need to control them better. We only chain ourselves back by creating doubts and fears in our head. As my dad said in a post a few days ago... in life, sometimes your greatest struggle won't be the world; but the little voice in your head that says you can't. ~Maddie Biscuits are good. I like to put butter on my biscuits.We eat biscuits with ham and on the
holidays. We always have biscuits with our Christmas meal and on Thanksgiving. Daddy does not like biscuits, but the rest of us do, including Lucky. Ashleigh "Enlightenment is the moment the wave realizes it is the water. At that moment, all fear of death disappears." That is a quote by Thich Nhat Hanh. So who is Thich Nhat Hanh? He is a Buddhist Monk from Vietnam, who now lives in France. He is a peace activist and and an advocate of living now and just being present. I don't know about you, but I would always like to be at peace...and still be alive of course. Listening to Thich, you would think that he may have already achieved that.
It is rare to meet a true follower of zen. When I was younger, I enjoyed to meditate and look for my inner peace. I was only ever slightly successful at this. Usually, I'd still have thousands of thoughts going though my head, and opinions on everything. I could never truly just let everything go. Sure on occasion I would reach a state where I just let everything run its course, but it was usually after a long period of trying to fight the tide of problems that were trying to drag me under. Once I finally said, "you know, I did my best and now I just need to let actions take their course, while I do what I think is best'." did things finally start to clear. Sometimes, the worry that you have about things going on in your life, is exactly what is stopping you from resolving the issue. When you realize the worry won't help matters is when you get that zen-like peace. I have only experienced this feeling on an issue by issue basis. I would love to have this feeling all of the time. But a lifetime of worrying develops into a habit that is hard to overcome. If the wave needs to realize that it is the water to reach enlightenment, what do we need to realize about ourselves to achieve the same thing? I think the answer to this question can be different for each person that asks it. In fact, I wonder that if in asking the question at all if we can truly reach that enlightenment. Would an enlightened person spend his time wondering about who or what they are? I'd love to ask Thich Nhat Hanh that question. Unfortunately, I know that I am not yet enlightened, and a drive for answers is part of my being. I love to learn and I have an incessant urge to learn everything I can every day. Why? I don't know. But I'd like to find out. And THAT is how I know I am not yet enlightened. If I was enlightened, I would still learn things every day... I just wouldn't feel driven to do it. I would not focus my attention to learn something about this subject at this time, or that subject at another. I would just be. The wave thinks about itself as a wave yet it is water. Yet isn't it something more than just water too? To become a wave, something, somewhere, had to be added. Something started that water moving in the direction it is moving. We know that from basic science. Yet the quote ignores this external force that started the movement of the water. Yet when the force dissipates, the wave returns to its simplest form...water. We are the water. You and I. What forces set us in motion? What form will we return to once that force dissipates? Answer that question, and you are started on the path to enlightenment. Unfortunately for me, I have no real answer for that question. I am not sure Thich Nhat Hanh has that answer either. Although he is no doubt further down the path to enlightenment than I am, the fact that he has a schedule and travels to meet it points toward him not being enlightened either. Wouldn't an enlightened person not feel the need to be anywhere at any given time? Wouldn't his ability to just live in the present prevent him from making plans to be anywhere specific at any given future time in the future? How does it really work? I know that deep down, I am searching for something. Something to bring me peace within myself. What will it really take to attain that? I just don't know. I want to realize what I am, but I just can't see it. Unfortunately, I want an answer to a question I can't even form properly. I don't think any of us can. And THAT is what it's like to be human. This is a part of a quote someone wrote about an acid trip they had been on. Although I wasn't really interested in his trip, the above phrase really stuck out at me. At first, I thought the answer to the implied question was easy. Words were a form of communication, while silence was, well, really quiet! But then I started thinking about it. Sometimes silence can convey as much meaning as words. I started thinking about the last hours of my wife's life. She was dying in the hospital and was in an induced coma. She could hear what was going on around her at times, I knew, because I saw her react to things that I said, and actually try to open her eyes when my daughter came to visit her. There was so much I wanted to say to her as she lay there dying...but I didn't. I held her for six hours, yet I didn't say more than a few words to her. I held her in my arms until she died. I was afraid to say too much to her because I did not want to wake her up enough so that she knew what was happening to her. I didn't want her to know that my heart was breaking, that Maddie and Ashleigh were now going to grow up without a mother, or even that her parents had already left to go back to England. I did want her to know four things though, that I told her within the first few minutes of my vigil. My promises to her and my love for her. After that, there was over five hours of silence between us. Yet in that time, communication still occurred. I held her as lovingly as you can, while one is in a hospital bed, and the other is just kneeling on a chair next to the bed. I put my arm around her shoulders and let her head rest between the pillow and my shoulder. I tried not to move too much, because I did not want to jostle her out of unconsciousness. After three hours, I needed to pee badly. But I still did not move, because I thought she could go at any moment. You see, no one had told me that when you took someone off of a ventilator, they could live for hours. I hope that she somehow knew I was embracing her and that I wasn't going to let her die alone. I truly want to believe that at some point, she knew I was there with her. Words can sometimes fail us...but an embrace cannot be faked. At least not for six hours anyway. The whole time I held my wife, her eyes were closed, as if she was sleeping peacefully. The violence of her breathing belied the reality behind that picture though. When my wife finally passed away, I gave her a kiss and got up to go. I couldn't really walk yet because my legs had been in one position for too long. Instead, I stood there and answered a question the nurse asked me from across at the nurses station. I only looked towards the door for a moment, but when I looked back, Sharon's eyes were open. Now I know that muscles relax with death, and that it was an involuntary reaction. Yet her eyes seemed to be looking right at me. Were they accusing me? Were they thanking me? I don't know. My wife was already dead. I like to think that God was giving her one last look at me, before she began the long wait to see me again in heaven. The silence in the room was palpable. I mumbled "good bye my love", feeling a great well of sadness that never really goes away, and I then went out of the room. Sometimes, silence is the only way to convey a thought or action. Other times it is not. When Maddie was young, I sang to her often. Nowadays, I sing to Ashleigh. And she sings back to me. Maddie has outgrown my singing for the most part. Every once in a while, I will sing the song I made up for her to her anyway. I have made up very similar songs for both of my girls. I have also combined them to make one song to convey my feeling for both of them. The songs allow me to convey my love for my girls in a fun way without being smothering. I sing them to myself sometimes as I think back on little things I have done with one girl or the other in the past. Ashleigh gets a song nearly every time we go to karate alone together. The words, in this instance convey the message. It's a message that I never want them to forget. My daughters are growing up fast now. And I am growing older. In less than a decade, my eldest daughter will be leaving my home to start her own family. That is the reality of life. And yet I will continue to sing my Maddie song. As I did last night, and again today. I sing it to myself...or the Ashleigh song, when my spirits need a lift. Sometimes I sing it out loud, but usually in my head. I hope I have sung it enough so that somewhere in the back of their minds, they will remember them. Remember it, and recognize it. So one day, when they are well into their nineties, (at least) hopefully, they will recognize that song and not be afraid as they follow it back to its source in heaven where I will be singing it to welcome them home, and our family can be together again for eternity. The Maddie Song
M-A-D-I-S-O-N Daddy loves Maddie Madison And who's my good girl Mad-i-son? Daddy loves Maddie Madison. Daddy loves Maddie, Daddy loves Maddie. Daddy loves Maddie Madison! And who's my good girl Madison? Daddy loves Maddie Madison And who's my good girl Mad-i-son? Daddy loves Maddie Madison. Daddy loves Maddie, Daddy loves Maddie. Daddy loves Maddie Madison! The Ashleigh Song Who's my good girl, Ash-e-leigh? Daddy loves little Ashleigh. And who's my good girl Ash-e-leigh? Daddy loves big girl Ashleigh! Ash-e-leigh Ash-e-leigh! Daddy loves Ashleigh, Daddy loves Ashleigh, Daddy loves big girl Ash-e-leigh! And who's my good girl Ash-e-leigh? Daddy loves big girl Ashleigh! Ash-e-leigh Ash-e-leigh! Daddy loves Ashleigh, Daddy loves Ashleigh, Daddy loves big girl Ash-e-leigh! The Sisters Song (this is Ashleigh's favorite) Who's my good girl Madison? Daddy loves Maddie Madison. And who's my good girl Ash-e-leigh? Daddy loves little Ashleigh. Mad-i-son! Ash-e-leigh! Daddy loves Maddie! And Daddy loves Ashleigh! Daddy loves both his little girls! And who's my good girl Ash-e-leigh? Daddy loves big girl Ashleigh! And who's my good girl Madison? Daddy loves Maddie Madison! Ash-e-leigh! Mad-i-son! Daddy loves Ashleigh! And Daddy loves Maddie! Daddy loves both his little girls! I like flowers. They are nice and colorful. They can be like a rainbow. In our yard, we have
yellow, blue, purple and white flowers. They are dying now that it is getting cold. I love winter, but I miss my flowers! Ashleigh My dad gave me a blog idea earlier today. He suggested I write about photographs and the mentality behind them- especially old photographs. In the old days, when photos were first invented per se... they were very expensive and took a long time to do. Families would take pictures with dead relatives to commemorate them, or take photos on weddings. So by the end of your life, you would have a death picture, and wedding picture, and if privileged enough; a birth picture. They were rare and treasured.
As time moved on, pictures grew cheaper and less meaningful- leading up to today, where we can load up our iPhones with over 10,000 photos and still have room for more- FREE.Today, photos have lost a lot of their importance and have become a fad with this generation. A fad perhaps, but one that has stuck for centuries. My dad was interested most in what must have been going through a person's mind when they stopped to take a photo- what the meaning was behind it. With scenic photos such as those of sunsets or mountainscapes; an obvious reason may be the beauty. But what is the REAL intention behind the photo? What was going through the photographer's mind as they snapped that photo, forever stilling time into a gig of data onto a camera? At the end of the day... the thoughts will always be those of the photographer. However, I think we should ask ourselves this: does it really matter what THEY were thinking? My dad mentioned that I could take a random photo and come up with a story for it; and post it and no one would know the difference between truth and falsity. It is my belief that that is what makes photos important. They all have a different meaning to each person. Perhaps you like to create your own stories to go with random photos... or simply use photos to relive moments of your own life. Each perspective is different; so the memories that come from the same photo when shown to different people present in that photo can be... amazing. I'd love to do it with family photos someday; and record the different accounts I get. In any case... it's late, and I need sleep. Good night internet. ~Maddie I read a new book today, My "E" Book. Little "E" had a box and filled it with eggs. He found some elves who also went into the box. The elves threw the eggs at an elephant. The elephant spilled the box, and the eggs broke. An eskimo came up and helped Little "E" refill his box. They went to th Easter Bunny and got new colorful eggs.
I liked this book a lot. Ashleigh |
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