I look at my list of topics to talk about in therapy and get a feeling of gratitude that I'm around to even make the list. Yeah I have issues to work on....
But am I going to stay paralyzed in the problem or rise above it and try to live in the solution?
I am still on this earth and even though I may not have a clear picture of why and what my exact purpose is, all I have to do is look no further than to those around me.
Suddenly the possibilities are endless! Be the husband that my wife needs. Be the father that my sons and daughter's-in-law need. Be the grandfather that my grand daughter needs. Be the friend that my friends need. The neighbor that my neighbors need. The worker that my company needs....
This appears to be a daunting and impossible task, but I've learned in the last few years that I have all I need, to BE who I really am and have gratitude for the opporitunities! You can not BE me. I can not BE you. We each fill a distinct roll.
So the challenge is, BE where you are at, with whoever you are with, BE who God created you to BE and experience endless possibilities!
" ...Everyone has a distinct mission inside of
him and her, one that has the capacity to inspire... "
I like this quote for assorted reasons. First he says everyone, not just a select few or not just the educated ones or not just those with a lot of money.
Second we all have a distinct mission. This is exciting in that we all have unique God given talents that no one else can replace. So it's important that we do our part, fulfill our dreams or the world will not be able to replicate our mission.
Lastly the capacity to inspire. So as we all reach our potential we inspire others to reach their own goals.
So go for it. We need each other to fulfill their distinct mission.
Happy Mother's Day!
<In this picture is: Susy, Laura (in my mother's arms) Peter, Mom (Patricia Gallery McNutt), and Macky Mac. Oh and Pat is pregnant with child #5-David.
He was going down and at about 250 yards along the low ridge, he could see two buzzards circling. Cliff Hawk was surprised that the big ugly birds were flying at this time of day, they must have another dead cat over there.
He had to find out.
Adeptly he made it across the dried creek bed, just above what would have been a waterfall if there was any water. The sunlight was nearly gone, it was going to be tricky finding his new camp if he stayed out much longer, since there was only a sliver of moon out tonight. He made his way around a large rock that was surrounded by mesquite and creosote. At the other side was another dried creek bed and more mesquite trees, next to which a body of a person lay motionless.
Cliff Hawk had never seen a person dressed as this. He approached slowly, quietly--not sure if this being was sleeping or dead.
The body was still, but the native could see the person was still breathing when he was within 10 feet.
But this wasn’t a man at all!
A woman lay un-conscience before him. He could see the roundness of her breast rise and fall with short breaths and the curve of her hip as she lay in an awkward position on her side, as if she had fallen from the sky. Her skin was very light, and she had long brown hair pulled back and tied at the back of her neck. The clothes that she wore were tight fitting. He could not tell how old she was.
He picked her up and slowly made his way back to his make-shift camp. She was not heavy, but after 20 minutes in the dark, trying to negotiate the path he had taken earlier in the opposite direction, in the light and without a load, he finally made it.
Gently he set her on the soft ground cover that he had intended for himself and sat down next to her. She was still breathing.
Sunrise the next morning was a combination of bright red, orange and yellow, blazing on
the eastern horizon behind Squaw Mountain. Cliff Hawk knew that scouts would have been sent out by now to find him and they would be here soon.
There was no change in the woman’s condition. He dripped more water into her
parched mouth. She flinched at the first drop.
At first Cliff Hawk was startled, but then he sat back and waited, watching the woman.
He waited for over an hour and then she stirred.
Music is to the ears what color is to the eyes and what smells are to the
nose. It tickles those little ear hairs (I have alot) like aromas tickle the
little nose hairs.
But music tends to go deeper than that. God I hope so!
A person can embrace a melody and lyrics and make their own
personal anthem. They can sing it repeatedly, taking the message to heart.
Oh. I suppose that is why I love music so much. I listen to
all types. I even listen to lowly country
music...sometimes if I’m in the right mood, if it has uplifting lyrics, a good
bass line, upbeat rhythm, not too sappy steel
guitar and a catchy melody.
That’s not too much to ask for is it?
A connoisseur of music is what I consider myself. Always searching for
another song to hum or whistle.
Some of my favorites: Inkslinger’s Melody (I’ve hummed this tune for years; ask me sometime and I’ll hum it for you)
Rhapsody in Blue, by Gershwin
Harmony, by Elton John
Those are some of my favorites. That’s the whole idea behind starting KNUT radio.
"KNUT? Is that AM or FM?"
Neither, yet. It’s my home station where I can record my favorite
music, do my array of voices, allow the kids to help and have fun. As of
this writing there are 200 cassette tapes full of
"This is KNUT Westminster. KNUT where the quality is out the door before we
go on the air," my DJ John McCrab would say.