Category: Moments
“He who has not Christmas in his heart will never find it under a tree.” ―Roy L. SmithJournal Entry # 97 – Make a Life!
We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give. – Norman MacEwan
Journal Entry # 96 – Appreciate the Beauty!
“To appreciate the beauty of a snowflake it is necessary to stand out in the cold.” – Aristotle
Moonlight to Morning
I remember nights that seemed only for me.
Everything still, silent…time fixed.
I sat by shore, lost in its wake.
Watched as mossy moorings danced in captivate.
The moonlight stretched my little port, reaching for tomorrow,
maybe running from yesterday.
A lull of loneliness, like a blanket.
Protects me from exposure.
Suspended in salty bliss,
I bid good morn to the sun.
Journal Entry # 95 – Tis the Season to be Kind!
Kindness is like snow, it beautifies everything it covers. – Kahlil Gibran
Journal Entry # 94 – Winter Has Come!!
“A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.” ― A Game of Thrones
Journal Entry # 93 – What is Defeat?
What is defeat? Nothing but education; nothing but the first step to something better. – Bruce Lee
Journal Entry # 90 – It’s the Little Things!
It has long been a great axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important. – Arthur Conan Doyle
Ashback # 4 – Bump, Volley…Spike!
Yup, those were the days!!!
Afterschool practices and weekend tournaments were my only focus during this chapter of my life. Back when I hadn’t quite grown into my ears yet. Oh, how I miss the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat. The clean-shaven, beer shirt wearing, non-look at the camera bunch of guys you see above were once my comrades in arms. For all of high school, I had the awesome opportunity to be a part of a team with these fine lads. Volleyball, basketball, hockey, you name it. We were good too, I’m not just saying that. It was just great chemistry I think, most likely because we all got along so well. Best of all, we got to share a bunch of really cool experiences together, being on the road was one of my favourite parts. It was a great time in my life for sure. When I look at the newspaper clipping now, I wonder what everybody is up to. It’s been forever since I have seen or spoken to most. I think this was 1994.
My Redemption
My memory is all I have to adore you.
A broken heart still bleeding for attention.
Before the picture fades,
I pray for a lost connection.
My fault bears a cross,
though, it was never my intention.
Forgive this, my wordy plea,
and grant me redemption.
Earth To Ash 