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My awesome family by which I'm reminded

daily via the lyrics of U2.

Grace

She carries a world on her hips

No champagne flute for her lips

No twirls or skips

Between her fingertips

Kite

The last of the rocks stars
When hip-hop drove the big cars
In the time when new media
Was the big idea
What was the big idea

Luminous Times

Hey...sister love Hey...seems so bright
She comes like carnival She is the big wheel
She turned my head around turned my head around.

 Walk On
All that you fashion, all that you make
All that you build, all that you break
All that you measure, all that you feel
All this you can leave behind.

If God Will Send His Angels

Jesus never let me down
You know Jesus used to show me the score
Then they put Jesus in show business
Now it's hard to get in the door.

 In a Little While

Slow down my bleeding heart
A man dreams one day to fly
A man takes a rocket ship into the skies
He lives on star that's dying in the night
And follows in the trail
The scatter of light.

 All Because of You

I was born a child of grace
Nothing else about the place
Everything was ugly but your beautiful face
And it left me no illusion

 Magnificent

I was born, I was born to sing for you
I didn't have a choice but to lift you up

 Yahweh

Take these hands, Teach them what to carry
Take these hands, Don't make a fist
Take this mouth, So quick to criticize
Take this mouth,Give it a kiss.

Red Light

Oh, love...
I pour my love out for you
And I'll bring you through
See your not alone.

My Favorite Golf Tournament

I love The Open Championship. Each year I get to watch this 4 day Major Tournament in which I was lucky enough to play a few of the courses back in 1995. I also love staying up late to watch the tournament live from 2 am on. It brings back great memories of high school golf and my trip to Scotland with my two best friends. I enjoy watching the transformation in technology from 1995 to today. Everything is so clear on the TV these days. Watching this made my mind up to go play golf the other day. 4 over on 9 holes was ok for me. I haven't played in a while, so I am grateful for that score. Here's to a fun weekend for all and rest day for me, so that I can catch up on my golf.

Tougher than anyone can interpret

After the injury, thoughts like fireflies in the night flashed my conscience, but mostly alluded capture. At times, I felt surrounded by a void in which thoughts would birth and die so fast I could not hold on to them. The trace they left unsettled me and sent my brain into a flurry to try to recapture them, resulting in neurological distress and an enormous amount of frustration, which often led to outbursts of tears and sobbing. It took many sessions of cognitive remediation and the learning and practicing of compensatory techniques to be able to retain thoughts long enough to process, organize, and articulate them. I feel original again. Like I'm myself.

 Markhbein 1991

I love Mumford.

"I keep smearing my heart all over my sleeve

Someone comes and wipes it off and takes it from me

What’s left is hardly mine, just shadow of myself

For i find i’m entwined in a battle over my health

And i can’t win, and i can’t win

What you asked just cannot be done

This mindless heart is what i’ve become

This weight on my back was just too heavy"

I'd do anything for this Lady

 7/2/1949. An Angel was born.

My mother is a woman of strength, courage,

tenderness, faith, and integrity. 

 

I hope that i've learned bits here and there from her

about how to live appropriately. 

 

 Being able to share a quiet Wednesday dinner

with her is and always will be a blessing.

I've often heard that one of the greatest attitudes is gratitude. I am a firm believer in that. Thankfulness is also a key aspect within my Mother's life that keeps her grounded. Happy (belated) Birthday, to The Best Mom that I know.

Perserverance

 

 

 

“A cousin is a ready-made friend for life.”

When Ideas Flow

I was reminded tonight how some of my best ideas come when I least expect it. Why is that? Often I put in long hard days working away at my day job and at the end of that day, my ideas flow onto a canvas. The next morning I look at the work and just can’t see that any progress has been made sometimes. It's as if I worked for hours, went to sleep, then began to take steps backward only to start all over. Its during these times that every so often I’ll think about giving up, stop painting, and do something else. Yesterday I purchased 6 new canvas'
(Aaron Bros. had a great sale).
 

So again I ask, why is that? I believe my mind, although spongelike and amazing, is still somewhat limited. My brain constantly absorbs things from the outside through our senses, combining with our own preferred judgments from the inside to create a thought or idea.  When my mind rests, for example during sleepytime, physical activities (softball), or just plain old fun, then it opens up to a larger universe - my mind amazes me sometimes. It is here that I surprise myself by conjuring new ideas that can be totally new.