Christmas 2009

I have been just so busy with life and Christmas I just haven’t had time to do any updates to my blog. In general it has been a fairly uneventful holiday season. Standard EMS calls and not a lot of fire calls. For the most part over the last six months I have been working on exercise and weight loss to date I have lost 50 pounds. I cannot tell how much better I feel not having to carry around the extra weight. Long story short I put the weight on after I had my colon cancer surgery in 06 I just started eating everything I wanted, well then you know the rest of the story. However, through the process I have reduced my cholesterol and weight just by eating less and making healthier food choices. Currently I am including some of the engine 2 diet recipes however I am not sure about the whole vegan thing. I do love the raise the roof sweet potato lasagna. It is an awesome dish. Merry Christmas to all!

Crickets back story

I was walking through an old farm site where back in the day the land owner put a paved drag strip on his land and sold insurance to anyone who wanted to drag race. I don’t know how successful he was but you could still walk on the drag strip even though it was very grown over with weeds. The only part of the house that was left was an old window sill that was held in place by grape vine. I noticed the crickets chirping there love song and thus was born this poem.

Crickets

My sights fixed
On the old window seal
That ghostly hovers high
From entangled grapevine

Mr. Cricket plays his harmonies tune
Lazily hopping around my room
Keeping busily out of sight
Calling his love in the blue moon light

Shadows fold into the light
A front door creaks out of sight
This old house has no more fight
It’s become part of nature’s plight

The vine and oak standing still
Whistling tunes from the hill
Will she come to his song?

Or has she been hiding here all along

Seasons of Feather back story.

The changing seasons from fall to winter and some birds in my back yard inspired the poem seasons of feather. I wanted to combine the migrating pattern of birds and the continuous cycle of seasons. That was my overall thought for the lines. And yet full circle seasons turn and Posed for their equidistant dance. A sign of our circular journey and maturity in life.

Seasons of Feather

Winding and weathering shadows in spring.
Feathering through the summer.
Fall and winter are only a blur.
And yet full circle seasons turn.

With clover breaking dust-coloured fields.
The spoils of the victory for birds of the feather.
Pounding with feet and pecking with beak.
Posed for their equidistant dance.

Cool rain sings for the blistering heat.
Who calls to the early dusk?
Fly high; fly high, my shadow fly high.
For the cold wind blows tonight!

No songs will I sing until spring.

Light House back story

I wanted to give just a little background on my Poem Light House. This poem kind of has two meanings. For me if you read it you will get the sense that it is spiritual in its context which in some ways it is. However, I wrote this completely with my wife in mind. This takes me back to our first few years in our marriage when I was very selfish and self centered. She has truly been the beacon of light that has brought me out of the darkness.

Light House

Cast out and abandoned

I was closed, cold as a stone.

Then you came along

and like a child fingering a pebble

you put me in your hands.

Slowly you pulled and peeled

away the hard exterior.

Exposing the soft tissues of my heart,

opening me up to your sunshine,

Giving me the life I needed.

And as you set me down

and watched me take root.

You stayed and nurtured me

through the storms in life.

So whenever I’m lost I

simply look for the light

that shines from your house.