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The Road Less Traveled
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
~ Robert Frost
Friendship ~ Love
Friendship is a quiet walk in the park with the one you trust
Love is when you feel like you are the only two around.
Friendship is when they gaze into your eyes and you know they care.
Love is when they gaze into your eyes and it warms your heart.
Friendship is being close even when you are far apart.
Love is when you can still feel their hand on your heart when they are not near.
Friendship is hoping that they experience the very best.
Love is when you bring them the very best.
Friendship occupies your mind.
Love occupies your soul.
Friendship is knowing that you will always try to be there when in need.
Love is when you will give up everything to be at their side.
Friendship is a warm smile in the winter.
Love is a warming touch that sends a pulse through your heart.
Love is a beautiful smile to which nothing compares:
A tender laugh, which opens your heart,
A single touch that melts away your fears,
A smell that reminds you of the tenderness of heaven,
A voice that reminds you of the innocence of youth.
Autumn days remind me of cool breezes and dreams that have not yet been realized. Growing up I always dreamed of learning to sail, I was fascinated with the idea of living aboard a boat and sailing the world with the love of my life. Romantic, oh yeah, realistic, who’s to say.
Learning to sail is still on my “to do” list that keeps getting longer the older I become. It seems there is always new adventures awaiting and new grounds to break. One of my greatest hopes is that “I never lose this since of wonder” and that I always look to the next adventure with excitement and courage.
I wish this for my children as well.
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do.
So throw off the bowlines
Sail away from the safe harbor
Catch the trade winds in your sails
Explore
Dream
Discover
~ Mark Twain
One of my favorite songs about sailing has always been Southern Cross by Crosby, Stills and Nash. I hope you enjoy it on this first day of Autumn.
The KPRI concert aboard the Adventure Hornblower on Sunday Sept. 19th was even better than expected.
The day turned out to be warm and pleasant and the music was simply beautiful. I had listened to a few of the songs before the concert but was very impressed with the talent that this group possesses. With only a guitar and harmonious voices the three performed magically.
On board the Hornblower I discovered that my camera is able to record as well as take still pictures so I will include a few clips from the Sunday concert in a later posting. The bad recordings aside, it was one performance that I will remember forever and am so glad I was able to experience the beauty and serenity of the San Diego Harbor while listening to such remarkable music and talented performers.
At the end of the year, my son is getting married. Where have all of the in between years gone? How is it I woke up one day and realized that a quarter of a century had gone by with only memories of the bygone days? How is it that I arrived at this moment in time and breathed in deeply, thinking of all that has been and all that I want for the future and realized that yes, I am wiser now, just like I always heard and yes, youth is wasted on the young and yes, life does go on.
My son is a gem. He has a wonderful, compassionate heart and is one of those special people you meet who touch you deeply and you know without a doubt that there is true goodness is every fiber of his being. He is strong and loyal and courageous but mainly he is a completely honorable man.
As his special day draws closer, I find myself thinking of all of the gifts I’d like to give him and his future bride. These gifts aren’t possessions that will fade away but gifts that will endure. If I could, I’d shower them in all of these gifts because I believe that theirs is a love that will stand the test of time.
The first gift I would give them would be patience. With patience comes an outlook on life that is much slower paced than the average “rush around” that most people experience. It gives us a chance to look at the whole picture without rushing our choices and gives us the opportunity to think through before we leap. The old adage “look before you leap” is a great neutralizer in marriage. It enables one to logically, rather than emotionally, weigh the pros and cons of what our life choices are to be and our reactions to those choices.
“Be as a flower, content to be, to grow
In sweetness day by day; content to know
The hidden blessing in the seeming curse;
A child of Love, unargumentative;
Content to be and know ”as thou dost live”
The simple secret of the Universe.”
~James Allen
The next gift I would give would be gratitude. Gratitude is a state of mind as well as a feeling of thankfullness. When life is lived with gratitude for what we have it brings about a since of contentment and appreciation.
“Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues, but the parent of all the others.” -Cicero, Ancient Roman Statesman and Philosopher.“Gratitude is more than saying ‘Thank You’; it is living in a state of thankfulness. It is truly appreciating the people, experiences, blessings and circumstances that create an existence unique to you. Gratitude is a state of being, which when cultivated properly projects itself like beams of sunlight radiating from an individual out unto the world. It is not a reflective force, bur rather it generates its own source of energy from within. It is the internal combustion engine that powers our desire to help one another and spread the seeds of virtue upon the common ground of human existence. Without gratitude, the seeds are never sown, and in their place the weeds of selfishness and self-pity are allowed take root. Being grateful for all that is good in your life ensures that you will reap the benefits of a bountiful harvest. To be known as a gracious person is better than being respected as a powerful person because it is better to be loved by many than revered by few. Gratitude, as Cicero says, is the parent of all other virtues.” ~ Jeremy Neal Biser
Next would have to be laughter. With the gift of laughter comes longer life, less stress and general enjoyment of the day to day. What fun…..
My next gift for my son and future daughter-in-law would be serenity. A serene person is a comfort to all he is around.
“Calmness of mind is one of the beautiful gems of wisdom…. The strong, calm person is always loved and revered.
They are like a shade-giving tree in a thirsty land, or a sheltering rock in a storm. Who does not love a tranquil heart, a sweet-tempered, balanced life? It does not matter whether it rains or shines, or what changes come to those possessing these blessings, for they are always sweet, serene, and calm.
That exquisite poise of character which we call serenity is the last lesson of culture; it is the flowering of life, the fruitage of the soul. It is precious as wisdom, more to be desired than gold, than even fine gold.
How insignificant mere money seeking looks in comparison with a serene life – a life that dwells in the ocean of truth, beneath the waves, beyond the reach of tempests, in the eternal calm!”
~ James Allen
The last and most important gift that I would wish for them both would be love. With love all things are possible.
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love, but the greatest of these is love. ~ 1 Corinthians 13:13
Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.~1 Corinthians 13:7
Everyone has two choices. We’re either full of love… or full of fear. ~ Albert Einstein
There is no remedy for love but to love more. ~ Henry David Thoreau
Tift Merritt ~ September 14, 2010 ~ Adventure Hornblower
Tift Merritt ~ September 14, 2010 ~ Adventure Hornblower
The KPRI Frequent Listener Concert aboard the Adventure Hornblower on Tuesday night was phenomenal and proved to be one of the largest crowds I have seen for a weeknight San Diego Harbor cruise.
As I arrived onto Harbor Drive, in route to the concert, I was amazed at my first glimpse of the sailboats in the Harbor. No matter how many times I see this, I always breathe in and think that I am so very fortunate to live in such a beautiful place.
Boarding began around 6:15 and there was already a long line of people waiting to board. The top deck, where Tift Merritt and her band performed, was full to capacity with standing room only and the lower seating areas, with tables and out of the breeze, were filled as well. The music was piped into all levels so everyone was able to hear the music no matter which area they were in. I, of course, was on the upper deck with the cool, might I say cold, harbor breeze blowing across the deck.
The sights were magnificent and the view of San Diego from the water has to be one of the most gorgeous city views imaginable. I especially like the view of the sailboats anchored with the skyline welcoming in the background. As the boat passed under the Coronado Bridge many people took a moment and made a wish or had a moment of silence. At any rate it was very touching and magical.
Aboard the Adventure Hornblower
Tift was very personable and seemed genuinely appreciative of the people who had come out to hear her performance. She mentioned that she had expected a rowdy, fraternity type crowd and was pleasantly surprised that the crowd listened to the words of her songs and were so gracious to her and her band members.
She mentioned that San Diego had a special place in her life since her grandparents were from this area and had fallen in love in San Diego. She had seen the pictures of them here in the 40′s and was glad that she was able to perform here. She performed a song that she had written about them and told us a few stories of her life.
Though she is from North Carolina her accent was not as detectible as one would have thought. Her music and lyrics were very soothing and I enjoyed myself immensely. After the concert, she graciously signed cds, t-shirts and other memorabilia and took the time to make each one she visited with feel that she was grateful to each and every one for coming out to see her perform.
While sitting at the airport last week I realized, there are two kinds of people, those who love going to the airport and those who don’t.
I myself am a meeter, a person who meets. I arrive at the airport full of anticipation and excitement and nervous energy. I talk to complete strangers in my walking on cloud excitement and we giggle and look around giddily waiting on the ones we love.
I am also a people watcher, watching people at airports is a wonderful way and place to watch love stories unfold. We are all on display but feel that a curtain of secrecy is draped around us as we rush into the arms of our awaited loves.
It is sad that this generation has missed out on some of the airport dramatics of the up close and personal joy of hellos and tears of goodbye. They are unable to experience the joy of watching the plane land with only a sheet of glass between them and the plane and the excitement waiting for the terminal door to open and their love emerging, the first glances, the rush to meet each other and the whole experience of life before 9-11. They have missed out on the view of their loved ones plane cascading into the sky with the tears streaming down their faces as they wonder when they will see them again.
There is a scene in the movie When Harry Met Sally about meeting people at the airport. Rob Reiner, the movie’s director realizes that airport greetings can be romantic and magical and then can just as easily become a chore, beginning relationships verses ending relationships. I hope to always be one of the fortunate ones who meets the one I love at the airport with an excited fluttery feeling that that comes from the anticipation and expectations of what will be.
For me it is one time and place that hellos and goodbyes can be full of the both the dimestore novel kind of emotion or even the romantic love story drama. It is one place we are able to step out of our every day routine and experience the wonder and desire of a new love over and over again.
Who is to say that the romantic, giddy, new love feeling has to die – we can meet the one we love at the airport, hug them like we will never let them go and watch as the dream becomes real and the one we love becomes the one we don’t want to live without.
With the Labor Day Weekend coming to a close I am reminded of how fortunate I am to be able to come together with my friends and family to celebrate the end of summer.
Though Labor Day was originally conceived as a way to acknowledge the laborers or working class people in society and the contributions they have made, I see it as also a time to look to the future, acknowledge today and learn from the past, I see it as a reflective time, aligning in my mind all of the wonderful memories of summer.
I also enjoy thinking of all of the blessings I have received and all of the wonderful adventures I have been able to partake in. For me it is also a time to move forward, take the next step in ventures that have been conceived, ideas that have been acclimated and hopes that are sitting by the wayside.
It is this time of year that I look upon as the drawing to a close of projects that were begun and need to be completed, it is a time to consider where my life is taking me at this juncture and if it is the path I want to be on. I find myself looking at my career choices and wonder if I am doing all that I need to do to reach the goals that I have set for myself.
In today’s world, the fact that people labor every day to provide for themselves and the ones they love is a tribute to their determinations and desire for a better life. The ones who are fortunate enough to also have a job they love is a very special treat indeed.
It seems to me that the people who live their life pursuing after their dreams are the ones who wake up each day with a smile and a love of the day and the unexpected. These are the ones that take on the daily day to day of life without allowing it to become a grind but instead manifesting it into a world they look forward to being a part of every day.
Poetry is a passion of mine, it is my way of unscrambling the messed up areas of my life into a somewhat organized picture in my mind. It has proven to be a release valve for me throughout many of my life’s triumphs and tribulations. I have awakened from a deep sleep, jumped out of bed and have begun scribbling words onto a piece of paper, almost an obsession at times but always fulfilling.
I remember the first poem I ever wrote, it was in 8th grade for an English assignment. As I began writing, I was amazed at how the words took on a life of their own. Up until that moment, I had never considered how writing my thoughts and feelings down could make me feel. Afterwards, I was constantly scribbling verses and lines and it became part of my daily routine. Throughout my high school years of melodrama, I would write these poetic words as a release for the turmoil in my life and thus writing became a part of me throughout most of my early life.
Then for a while, I forgot to remember how writing cures the aches of the soul, I forgot that expressing oneself through words is not only therapeutic but also uplifting, I forgot that by giving up a part of myself I was giving up the person I was to be. I forgot that passions or talents should not be taken for granted or allowed to fall by the wayside but should be nourished and cultivated and expanded upon.
Miraculously though, and to me it was a miracle, I began to write again. It wasn’t as free flowing as it had been at first, though I remember vividly the day I was inspired to write again and couldn’t just not write. I was on a trip to Germany and the sites, the sounds, the feelings that were invoked were overpowering. It was as though I was awakening from a deep sleep and realized that my life could be so much more than I had allowed it to be for the last few years. I began scribbling away and realized that this was my gift, my one true talent and that if I didn’t use it this time I would probably never get it back again.
“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
Title: Tift Merritt ~ Private Listener Concert Location: Adventure Hornblower ~ San Diego Harbor Link out: Click here Description: Tift Merritt will appear in a private listener concert aboard the Adventure Hornblower on Sept. 14, 2010.
The private listener concert is sponsered by KPRI an independent radio station in Encinitas, California.
Boarding begins at 6:15pm, Boat leaves promptly at 7pm
Start Time: 7 p.m. Date: 2010-09-14
This is a clip from her new album: See You On The Moon
I absolutely adore this and can’t wait to see her in person.
Remember When?
I remember thinking when I was young ~ I never want to grow up.
It was a thought that materialized when it dawned on me that the grown up world was one of deadlines, stress and unhappiness. It seemed to be a world where no one fully trusted themselves or others and no one dared to be. I had the feeling that once I attained this state of adulthood I would have to give up my free spirit and become confined and regimented.
In my neck of the woods, being a grown up equaled being a person who had seized to be reckless, had seized to be experimental, had seized to be unique. It involved conforming to the rules and regulations of what we were told were the way it was. It involved burying our passions to not draw attention to ourselves and striving for normalcy. Those with the gusto to not conform were seen as the artists or the ones on the outside looking into this modern day Norman Rockwell and all that that entailed. It was an expectation that never quite materialized but was heeded as the norm, never the less. For me it was the beginning of the end, a surrender of myself and a pretense of something I was never meant to be.
I followed this course for many years, lost many dreams and pretended to be content. Eventually, thankfully, I reemerged and began to take back my childlike ways. I began to remember when life was fun, carefree and an adventure, when trampling through the woods equaled a magical existence and a fairytale world where imagination thrived and life was grand. Remember When?
I wonder when it is that running and skipping on the beach goes from a cute expression of the love of life and happiness to a glance from strangers as if something must be wrong with that one? When is it that dancing in the rain becomes a chore, wet and sloppy instead of an expression of pure joy? When is it that waking up each day to see the sun come up seems strange and weird to people instead of what life should be about? When is it that we care more about what other people expect of us than our own expectations for ourselves? Whenever this is, it is the time that we start to grow up or old, depending on your perspective. It is the time that we notice we are different and start to dread the looks that we receive because of it.
I’ve come to realize that becoming the norm is the same as turning over the reins of your horse to the person in front of you. This person leads and directs you by dragging you along on the path that they have chosen. If you allow this to happen you lose your identity and become just a shell of the person you dreamed you were as a child. It is like the old story of the elephant held in chains. At first he tries the chains and sees that they are strong but even though the chains are removed, in his mind they are still there and he never takes a chance and escapes the bondage that is only in his mind.
I now see life as glorious; I see the magic that surrounds me every day. I wake up giving thanks for all of the beauty and blessings that have been bestowed upon me. I know that my life is my own, I am the director of my one act play and the orchestrator of my own symphony. I know that whether I take each day in stride or if I skip my way along the rocky shores, it is all up to me. I can dance and twirl on the beach if I so choose, I can dance around the campfire singing and howling at the moon, I can dream of a love that will endure the test of time and I can have it all. I want each day to be looked upon with childish expectations and dreams. I want to always believe in the best of people and expect the best in people. I want to have the faith to believe. I want to remain childlike and to live life with every breath I have. I want to remember when I first had a dream.
“ The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.” ~ Henry David Thoreau
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.
But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.
But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.