I have always loved you and I will always love until my time comes. Daniel My Brother.......The Song...... Daniel My Son (5-22-84......9-5-10)
Daniel Eric S.
Daniel is travelling tonight on a plane I can see the red tail lights heading for Spain Oh and I can see Daniel waving goodbye God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes
They say Spain is pretty though I've never been
Well Daniel says it's the best place that he's ever seen Oh and he should know, he's been there enough Lord I miss Daniel, oh I miss him so much
Do you still feel the pain of the scars that won't heal Your eyes have died but you see more than I Daniel you're a star in the face of the sky
I can see the red tail lights heading for Spain
Oh and I can see Daniel waving goodbye God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes Oh God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes...
This song was played at Danny's funeral.........
~I Never Knew~~ I never knew my life would be so complete in the middle of such chaos. I never knew I could love like that. I never knew I could hurt like that. I never knew I could worry like that. I never knew I could be that proud.
People always warned me that my life would change so much with the entrance of my children. What they forgot to tell me it would change more with their departure toward their own lives. ~~Author Unknown~~
Danny.....With every passing moment I miss you more & more. Someday my precious son I hope to be with you again.
Plant & protect Danny's trees for life. Trees are the lungs of the earth......
John Muir-1838-1914 He fought for & saved all of our national parks from mans destruction. Plant & protect trees for life
"God has cared for these trees, saved them from drought, disease, avalanches, and a thousand tempests and floods. But he cannot save them from fools." John Muir...... Trees are the lungs of the earth.
A wee brown wren. Plant & protect trees for life....
Chiff Chaff bird.
Red Bellied Pitta.....
The Dash copyright 1996 Linda Ellis ******************** I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend. He referred to the dates on her tombstone from the beginning...to the end.
He noted that first came the date of her birth and spoke of the following date with tears, but he said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years.
For that dash represents all the time hat she spent alive on earth... and now only those who loved her know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own; the cars....the house...the cash. What matters is how we live and love and how we spend our dash.
Painting by Susan Boulet
Some say the squeak in a hardwood floor is the spirit of the tree screaming out of the injustice of it's death and the sacrilege of it's defacement- Plant & protect trees for life.......
White Eared Sibia below
One of the rarest birds on earth- MicrogouraMeeki__
Tell me and I'll forget. Show me, and I may not remember. Involve me, and I'll understand. Native American Tribe Saying-
Every sixty seconds, thirty acres of rain forest are destroyed in order to raise beef for fast food restaurants that sell it to people, giving them strokes and heart attacks, which raise medical costs and insurance rates, providing insurance companies with more money to invest in large corporations that branch out further into the Third World so they can destroy more rain forests." -George Carlin, comedian
Wherever you go there once was a forest. Plant & protect Danny's trees for life. Trees are the lungs of the earth.
Plant & protect Danny's trees for life......
In These Rooms by Barton In these rooms I have bared what was left of my sorry soul I have shed tears that, until this time, fell only on deaf ears I have held the hands of those I would never before have touched And I have found what was once lost in a world that only cares for itself.
In these rooms I have seen pain that can only be compared with chilldbirth I have heard stories worthy of telling others for many lifetimes I have seen many who could not accept the gift that is continually offered And I have found love so pure that no one willing could deny its existence.
In these rooms I have watched as gentle people threw themselves back to the wolves I have prayed with those who, like myself, could not believe I have wept for others who, until now, I would never have noticed And I have found a truth, that for most, is as elusive as the holy grail
In these rooms I have fallen in love, made and lost friends and let you love me I have been touched so deeply, and I pray that I will never forget I have made promises for the promises that have been promised to me And I have found God, not in the heavens, but in the hearts of those In these rooms
They took all the trees And put them in a tree museum And they charged all the people A dollar and a half just to see'em. Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got Till it's gone. They paved paradise And put up a parking lot. Joni Mitchell, Big Yellow Taxi
Picture of Don Briddle art
The Invitation It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare dream of meeting your heart's longing. It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking the fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive. It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your sorrow, if you have been opened up by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human. It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can betray another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not a pretty day, and if you can source your life from God's presence. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver light of a full moon, 'Yes!' It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children. It doesn't matter who you are, or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back. It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments. ~Oriah Mountain Dreamer ~ (A Native American Elder)
Paintings by Susan Boulet
Grand Canyon You ever been to the Grand Canyon? Its pretty, but thats not the thing of it. You can sit on the edge of that big ol’ thing and those rocks… the cliffs and rocks are so old… it took so long for that thing to get like that… and it ain’t done either! It happens right there while your watching it. Its happening right now as we are sitting here in this ugly town. When you sit on the edge of that thing, you realize what a joke we people really are… what big heads we have thinking that what we do is gonna matter all that much… thinking that our time here means didly to those rocks. Just a split second we have been here, the whole lot of us. That’s a piece of time so small to even get a name. Those rocks are laughing at me right now, me and my worries… Yeah, its real humorous, that Grand Canyon. Its laughing at me right now. –Simon, Grand Canyon 1991
Painting by Susan Boulet
Common Sense Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; Why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and maybe it was my fault. Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition. Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion. Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault. Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement. Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents: Truth and Trust, by his wife: Discretion, by his daughter: Responsibility and by his son: Reason. He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights I Want It Now Someone Else Is To Blame I'm A Victim Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on.
Native Wisdom A Grandfather from the Cherokee Nation was talking with his grandson. "A fight is going on inside me, " he said to the boy. "It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves." "One wolf is evil and ugly: He is anger, envy, war, greed, self-pity, sorrow, regret, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, selfishness and arrogance." "The other wolf is beautiful and good: He is friendly, joyful, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, justice, fairness, empathy, generosity, true, compassion, gratitude, and deep vision." "This same fight is going on inside you, and inside every other human as well." The grandson paused in deep reflection because of what his grandfather had just said. Then he finally cried out; "Oyee! Grandfather, which wolf will win?" The elder Cherokee replied, "The one you feed."