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Pompano
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Many deep thoughts lately..what are your answers to their questions?
Now with Dennis in the hospital and so many other nomads suffering from illness and accidents, faith believers and non-believers seeking
enlightenment, etc... it struck me as Enough Already...where are the answers?... so out the door I went to search for some... and hopefully clear the
mold from my brain.
It was said..
" If you are seeking creative ideas, go out walking. Angels whisper to a man when he goes for a walk."
So I did...but the only sound I heard today was the wind in this Oregon Coast tree...but hey..maybe that sound is...
How many roads most a man walk down
Before you call him a man ?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand ?
Yes, how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned ?
The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
Good man, Dylan...as good an answer as one can expect...until that time.
Till Then, Pompano..and...I got to post that wild wind-swept tree photo...sigh... I'm a photo junkie.
[Edited on 6-19-2012 by Pompano]
I do what the voices in my tackle box tell me.
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Ateo
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Keep searching. Keep looking for answers. Keep loving.
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captkw
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pompano
DUDE..YOU HAVE SOME OF THE GREATEST POST'S !! K&T
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toneart
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Of course, the answer is>>>>>>>>>>>
It is all about the journey rather than the destination. And you are on a magnificent one, Amigo. 
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BajaGringo
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| Quote: | Originally posted by ateo
Keep searching. Keep looking for answers. Keep loving. |
I think that at times life throws a wrench in the gears simply to get our attention and readjust our compass. My own perspective has gone through a
major tune-up this last year and in the process I have learned much about myself and my priorities. I have taken an honest look at my own actions and
accept the responsibility I shoulder for causing the distance between those who I considered my old enemies and to hold even closer to me those who I
love and cherish.
And to be thankful for each and every day of life I get to share with my precious Cristina. I am truly blessed...
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Ateo
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| Quote: | Originally posted by BajaGringo
| Quote: | Originally posted by ateo
Keep searching. Keep looking for answers. Keep loving. |
I think that at times life throws a wrench in the gears simply to get our attention and readjust our compass. My own perspective has gone through a
major tune-up this last year and in the process I have learned much about myself and my priorities. I have taken an honest look at my own actions and
accept the responsibility I shoulder for causing the distance between those who I considered my old enemies and to hold even closer to me those who I
love and cherish.
And to be thankful for each and every day of life I get to share with my precious Cristina. I am truly blessed... |
Well said. Last month I was involved as a first responder in a horrific car accident. All I can say is life is precious and can be extinguished in a
moment. Nothing compared to what you went thru. We can gain understanding thru these events....
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Ateo
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And a great idea for a thread Pompano.
Thanks.
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Russ
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Jees, I wish I had read this yesterday morning and gone for a walk instead of trying to do some repairs around the house. Everything I touched either
broke or took 3 attempts to repair. In the end I did get a washer/dryer combo installed and my A/C is running well and ready for the heat. Ran the A/c
last night and froze my a$$ off. The washer/dryer gets it maiden voyage this morning.
Bahia Concepcion where life starts...given a chance!
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woody with a view
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two things.
1. it could always be worse.
2. if you think it could be better, see #1.
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captkw
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life is short
"It's a short ride,,make it a fun run !!"
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CortezBlue
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I am still working on the "Hope and Change" motto
I hope after 4 years I have some change left in my pocket
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BajaBlanca
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very cool thread. so much can change in a milisecond. it is about the journeys, and less traveled paths and decisions.
It made me very sad that Deniis felt so estranged that he did not want to let family know that he was in the hospital. I got a sister that I do not
get along so well with, but I would sure want her by my side should I ever be "off" normal mode. I got another one that I would LOVE to have by my
side 'cause she would make sure everything was oh so good for me.
well, here goes one of my favorite poems, ever.
The Road Not Taken
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 marked 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
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woody with a view
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nice one, Blanca. that is my favorite poem. it has always reminded me of the dirt roads of baja!
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David K
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Neal Johns has a nice one about roads in Baja, it goes something like this:
If you come to a fork in the road, and don't take it, God will get you!
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capt. mike
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Here for a good time.....not a long time!
formerly Ordained in Rev. Ewing\'s Church by Mail - busted on tax fraud.......
Now joined L. Ron Hoover\'s church of Appliantology
\"Remember there is a big difference between kneeling down and bending over....\"
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David K
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| Quote: | Originally posted by capt. mike
Here for a good time.....not a long time! |
Why does time move by faster the older you get? When I was younger, the years lasted forever!
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vgabndo
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As we struggle
through existence
from the cradle
to the hearse
not a damned thing
ever happens
but what could have
been much worse.
Phil Carnine (Diamond Spike) 1941 Yreka CA
[Edited on 6-20-2012 by vgabndo]
Undoubtedly, there are people who cannot afford to give the anchor of sanity even the slightest tug. Sam Harris
"The situation is far too dire for pessimism."
Bill Kauth
Carl Sagan said, "We are a way for the cosmos to know itself."
PEACE, LOVE AND FISH TACOS
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Iflyfish
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Speaking of Frost:
Birches
By Robert Frost
When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay
As ice-storms do. Often you must have seen them
Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning
After a rain. They click upon themselves
As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored
As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.
Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells
Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust—
Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away
You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.
They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load,
And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed
So low for long, they never right themselves:
You may see their trunks arching in the woods
Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground
Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair
Before them over their heads to dry in the sun.
But I was going to say when Truth broke in
With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm
I should prefer to have some boy bend them
As he went out and in to fetch the cows—
Some boy too far from town to learn baseball,
Whose only play was what he found himself,
Summer or winter, and could play alone.
One by one he subdued his father's trees
By riding them down over and over again
Until he took the stiffness out of them,
And not one but hung limp, not one was left
For him to conquer. He learned all there was
To learn about not launching out too soon
And so not carrying the tree away
Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise
To the top branches, climbing carefully
With the same pains you use to fill a cup
Up to the brim, and even above the brim.
Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish,
Kicking his way down through the air to the ground.
So was I once myself a swinger of birches.
And so I dream of going back to be.
It's when I'm weary of considerations,
And life is too much like a pathless wood
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
From a twig's having lashed across it open.
I'd like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate willfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:
I don't know where it's likely to go better.
I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree,
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.
Iflyfish
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vgabndo
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Rick, that is excellent. Amazingly evocative.
I see your Frost and raise you one more Diamond Spike. The poet of the Siskiyous.
This seems to fit the thread.
CALL YOUR HAND
Phil Carnine (Playing the Field)
If your like a person__
Show it
Speak right up
And let him know it.
If you think he rates your praises
Call your hand
Don't withhold
Your admiration
Till he's reached
Life's destination
And they shuffle him beneath
Six feet of sand.
Better than
Post-mortem giving,
Is to help him
while he living;
Let him hear the words of friendship
You have said.
Don't put off
Till dirge is chanted
And "X" marks the spot
He's planted,
For he cannot smell the flowers
When he's dead.
Undoubtedly, there are people who cannot afford to give the anchor of sanity even the slightest tug. Sam Harris
"The situation is far too dire for pessimism."
Bill Kauth
Carl Sagan said, "We are a way for the cosmos to know itself."
PEACE, LOVE AND FISH TACOS
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Cypress
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Those deep thoughts keep running aground in my shallow mind.
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