The Woods

At the trail head feet go on boots,
and the mind is heavy with the world,
and up the trail trudge.
The boots carry burdens unseen,
and unknown to the people of the forest,
the hawk, deer, grass and tree.
All look at me – questioning the weight,
that holds the soul so far away.
Each answers the question unasked,
“journey on,” they say, “journey on.”

The old man of the forest lives under the canopy,
with arms out stretched and beard hanging long,
he bids me leave the millstones at his feet.
I sit with him awhile,
and listen as he whispers the stories,
that are the people of the forest.
I leave my burdens for him to guard,
and feet in boots I travel on.
I give him my story, my gift,
to him and his people.

I find myself above the canopy,
on the mountain top.
From ocean to bay,
from mountain to valley,
all the world is there to see,
and the hawk sings my soul.
To me it rejoins,
soaring from the heights to catch,
and with a breath,
my soul and I are one.

 

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Still stuck on poetry as I’ve decided to become a world famous poet (details to follow).  I wrote this poem about nine years ago and still like it.  Next post I’ll get back to a non-poetry topic.

Till next week,

Andrew

 

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Heart Beats

Heart beats
Lungs breathe
Blood flows
Life

Breath interrupted
Touched by pain
Frightened by visions of death
The mind reals

Where is strength?
The body fails
The soul seeks comfort
The monitor above the bed speaks its warning

Then a touch
Cool water
Warm blankets
Comforting words as warmth in the veins takes away the fear.

“Breathe”
is the command
Breath is difficult to find
Life slowly returns

The cat lies on the bed
Fur slowly rising
and falling
Breathing

The wind blows in the garden
The shadows move across the ground
Dark night and sleep come
and in the dawn, breath

Heart beats
A warm cup of tea
Sits next to the cards
Email on the screen

A noise from the street
A bird settles on a branch
A phone rings
and hands move while the lungs fill

With relief
With comfort
With strength
With the possibility

That a new day will arrive.

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That’s it this week, just a poem.  Wednesday I’ll update you on my woodworking and next week I’ll update you on my plans to become to a world-famous poet.

Till next week,

Andrew

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Wednesday Woodworking – Shop projects

This week I got started on the shop projects.  After the kitten attack and moving most of my shop outside (stuff to be trashed is in the driveway, stuff to save is in the side yard), I’ve started work on some shop storage projects.  Turns out I’ve got a lot of junk in the shop so I have thrown a bunch of trash out and have more to get rid of but still a of useful stuff I want to keep.

That is the one big problem in my shop – effective storage.  That is a place to store things in an organized and ease to get to manner.  I need places to store parts, works in process, lumber and all my tools.  The first project I am working on is some pullout shelves for under my outside work bench.  I’ll use these small tools, screws, nail, finishing supplies and so on.  I’ll put doors on it to keep out dust and kittens.

Here are a few pictures of the state of things:

The wood that survived kitty poop and fuel oil is now outside waiting for the new lumber rack.

The wood that survived kitty poop and fuel oil is now outside waiting for the new lumber rack.

With the wood and dust gone my outside shop looks very clean and has lots of space.

With the wood and dust gone my outside shop looks very clean and has lots of space.

Here is the outside work bench with all it's junk.  There will be 6 new pullout shelves to store and organize this stuff.

Here is the outside work bench with all it’s junk. There will be 6 new pullout shelves to store and organize this stuff.

I've got material left over from the office closet project so I am using that to make the shelves.

I’ve got material left over from the office closet project so I am using that to make the shelves.

So far the biggest help to my messy shop problem has been admitting that some things I’ll just never use.  I’ve taken what I can to the thrift store or sent to recycling but there is stuff that is just stored garbage and that filled up my trash can this week.  Even with all that, I still have a lot of material left to deal with.  I plan on using up as much what is left on the storage projects.  After the shelves are done, I’ll move on to a new inside lumber rack for new materials and improvements on the outside lumber rack where I store my scraps and “recycled” materials.  Yeah, that’s it – I don’t have junk, I am a wood recycler.

If you need me – I’ll be in the shop

Andrew

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Conversations

Today is one of those days where I’ve got about five things I could write about so I asked Heather for her input on today’s topic.  She produced a list of questions and this was on the top of the list:

“What is it about the history of wars that interests you?”

For those who don’t know, yes I have a great interest in history of war, warfare and how those events changed and shaped our world.  I often read history books, watch TV documentaries, have talked to veterans, go out of my way to visit a museum or war memorial.  With the advent of the internet I even follow a blog or two like Pacific Paratrooper. In addition to the history of war, I also am very interested in works of fiction about wars.  I’ve seen most films on WWII and read lots of novels on the subject.

There isn’t a short answer to why I am interested to the extent I am.  There are times I find it odd that I am interested at all.  I’ve never served in the armed forces, only two members of my immediate family have served and in general I find war to be evil and engaging in it, to be against my basic religious and spiritual beliefs.

Given a choice, I opt for the path of peace and am not a violent man.  When I worked in security, I generally talked my way out of difficult encounters – even when I would have been justified in using force.

Still there is something about the history of conflict that draws my attention.  If I were to give a top reason, it would be something my father told me when I was in school, “If we don’t know our history, we’re doomed to repeat it.”  This was father paraphrasing Winston Churchill who said, “Those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it.”

Part of me wishes to understand how we got into and out of war so that we can stop repeating the mistake of war and learn to live in peace.  Perhaps idealistic, but it is a hope of mine.  Even though I hope for peace, I understand the reality of the world and know that sometimes the only way to combat certain evils. or aggression, is with the force of arms.

Wars over the centuries have shaped our world in many ways.  National boarders, government systems, who is in power, who is in prison, customs and even our technology have been influenced by wars.  There is a connectedness in our world where one event leads to another and another.  In the flow of events, war is among the most powerful and extraordinary events we face.  The act of war releases a human energy as powerful as any natural disaster.  The effects – death, destruction, injury, displacement and all the horrors of war forever change those who have faced the aggression.

While the macro picture and movement of war – the shaping of peoples, nations and government is interesting to me, it is the micro side of war that interests me the most.  That is, how are individuals affected?  Does the war break them? Or do the extraordinary circumstances of the battlefield cause the frightened solider to rise above his fears and become capable of extraordinary feats of bravery or kindness.

What is it about a war that takes a young frightened boy to become a hero?
What is it about the long days of fear and battle that break some – forever robbing them of happiness or the ability to cope with life?
What is about war being forced on people (like me) that drive them to forget their peaceful ways, pick up a weapon and fire in anger at the enemy?

It is those personal questions that interest me and cause me to turn my mind from time to time to the question, “What would I have done in their place?”

Till next week,
Andrew

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