Patch Adams to his Momma

Momma, I’m just old and going blind. You do not understand for I am not the same, especially when you call for me and I don’t come running. I cannot see you or even hear you call my name.

Momma, I am very sick, sad and lost. Please let me rest beside you just to know you are with me and love me at any cost.

Momma, please kiss my cheeks at night and rub my paws, for I can feel your heartbeat and feel your tears falling upon my face.

Momma, please forgive me for all my flaws for I’ve always been your baby wanting your applause.

Momma, I’ve always tried to protect you in your time of need without any haste. Because you are my Momma and there wasn’t time to waste.

Momma, please remember all the wonderful memories we’ve had together. Like our long walks. And I loved riding on the tool box of our old blue Ford truck with me falling off and rolling into the creek when the water was all but a foot deep.

Momma, remember when you rescued my sister, Katie? I was very upset and jealous. I just didn’t understand. Yet I do now because she had been abused. You made her feel safe and we turned out to be the best of friends. And we loved playing chase around your feet.

Momma, I know you are sad and don’t want me to leave you. Just be happy. Don’t grieve for me for there is no need. The best of my days are gone and I don’t want to be alone, please don’t let me suffer. I know you have been praying for God to give us a little more time together. When my time comes near, hold me tight and love me so I won’t be in fear.

Momma, please bury me at our Rainbow Bridge and just promise to come see me so that I know you haven’t forgotten. I will always be waiting for you. And when I hear you calling out my name I will come running because I will know it’s you, my Momma…

Momma, always remember I will never really leave you. When you hear certain songs, birds singing or even the wind blowing through the trees. It may be a snowflake that lands on your cheek or a child’s laughter. Just think of me. I will be near.

Sincerely with all of my love,

Your baby boy,

~Patch Adams

*Written by Vickie Lynn Knopp

Soul

Albert Einstein said that energy never ceases to exist, it simply changes form.

He believed that there must be a God, as no science, could truly begin to explain the order of the universe. Presupposing Einstein is correct, then I might break his hypothesis in to a mathematical equation. Could it start with a principle known as PHI (pronounced; fee)? 1.618. Simplistic, and yet so exacting. Coincidence, or evidence of a higher power?

Considered by many to be the most beautiful number in the universe. A number derived from the Fibonacci sequence. A progression famous not only because the sum of adjacent terms equals the next term, but because the quotients of adjacent terms possesses the astonishing property of approaching the number 1.618. The most astonishing fact of PHI is its role as a fundamental building block in all of nature. Plants, animals, and even human beings all possess dimensional properties that adhere with exactitude to the ratio of PHI to 1. A number whose ubiquity in nature, clearly exceeds coincidence, and as such, many ancients deduced that the number PHI must have been preordained by the Creator of the universe. Thus, early scientists heralded one-point-six-one-eight as the Divine Proportion. Take a simple honeybee community. If you divide the number of female bees by the number of male bees in any beehive in the world, you always get the same number. Spiraled pinecone petals, leaf arrangements on plant stalks, insect segmentation; all display obedience to the Divine Proportion. The human body is literally made of building blocks whose proportional ratios always equal PHI. Measure the distance from the tip of your head to the floor. Then divide that by the distance from your belly button to the floor. PHI. 1.618. The distance from your shoulder to your fingertips, and then divide it by the distance from your elbow to your fingertips. Again, PHI. Hip to floor divided by knee to floor. PHI. Finger joints. Toes. Spinal divisions. We are all a living tribute to this Divine Proportion.

Amongst all of the chaos in this world, there is surely, an underlying order.

I have struggled with my belief(s) in any sort of God and as to whether or not we even have a Soul. That word, used in religion. Something that is under the watchful eye of a deity. A higher being with an evil counterpart. Each entity, vying for my Soul.

This life is so full of cruelty and intolerance at every level. How could any God allow such horrors to exist? The worlds travesty of injustices that I see before me, do not make me a better human being. They only serve to numb me further.

Atoms and molecules, nothing more, nothing less.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond glints on the snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn's rain.

When you awaken in the mornings hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.

If I conclude that Einstein is correct; then all energy is reincarnate. A never-ending circle of life. Life, in one form or another. Perhaps that entity we deem to be our Soul, is in fact the very essence of our being. Our life-force. Our Ki. That which is the constant. A streaming flow of energy.

Therefore, I fear not death, for I am immortal.

~nrr

Musical Discoveries

It is rare if I'm not listening to music. Probably, near 24/7. Guilty as charged... Even as I sleep, music is streaming or being looped through my sound system. Recently, given a chain of events, I happed upon this band:

Menn Ársins

More specifically,

this song

Every once in a while, something simply jumps off the page, grabs me by the nad's, and holds me firmly in its grasp. Such, is this particular band. I'm the first to realize that music is completely subjective, but give 'em a listen. I don't think you'll be disappointed. There's a few more songs

here

from

the bassists' Last.fm profile page

New Update!

So here it is, April 15th, 2009... Federal Tax Deadline Day! And just my luck, I owed our dear Uncle Sam this year. It's one of those checks you just HATE to write! But frankly, I'm all smiles and you may be asking yourself, why? Well, the way I see it, I took that picture this past weekend of those Wooly Blue Violets along a trail in the Great Smokey Mountains National Park. In other words, I'm still looking at the top side of those plants and the green side of the grass. Life Is Good! :D

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I'm just say'n...

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