Time Experience Thoughts

Heroes and Villains Drama/Love and Humor

I was walking down the street tonight And stopped a man who appeared to be Wandering in the maze of City life And who knew no way to change the existence He'd been in for so many years. I felt of the loneliness of this friend of mine And desired to free him from his world of chains. His chains were wrapped around him as tight as Steel fetters but were only the things He'd never wanted to be or do when he Made plans for his dream. So here he was after a long day working To have left the pub early to get home To his empty room. With no wife or Children to lend a hand and no happiness To enjoy or any idea that it was what he was looking for. He did say he believed in God but didn't Know why or what He was. I stood so close to him on that cold City street and could barely hear his groanings For a better way or help. Cars and lights And people and noise were making our Meeting so personal and private Because all we knew was that he was there And I was talking to him; seeing the ...

Shimmering stars Give way to the faint glow of a pale blue light The glowing yellow sun Bathes a crisp morning air Midday Burns bright white A warm afternoon Of orange and red The fading blue sky Turns a dark purple And late In the comforting cool of the night The light of our love ever warms us Scott Vanatter, 14 February 2007 (Poem on Valentine's Day)

This entry is related to one on Carrie's blog where she posted a couple of cute pics of herself as a young gal. I said I would put up a couple of even cuter ones. So, here they are; plus one of Sydney for good measure. (Carrie and Sydney from the 80s.) We have, of course, many more such cute pictures. Carrie spent some time during her vacation this summer to Virginia with The Boys organizing our pictures from the various places of storage. Thanks Carrie. Now Becky and I can get to more of the pictures to sift and sort for the nuggests. (Picture of Carrie in the late 70s.)

I. Sometimes, When I least expect it , I happen to catch a brief glimpse of, say, The side of your face, As you are talking in a crowd. Just then, In an instant , My heart leaps, then burns with a cool freshness -- A crisp blast of a winter breeze That burns in and through and out of my chest. II. I simply want To sit there and stare -- Slack-jawed and wide-eyed -- And enjoy the sensation, the revelation, the vision; To drink it all in, And taste it fully to my soul’s satisfaction. I want To freeze this moment in time And gaze and wonder and enjoy -- Though I quickly avert my eyes So as to not make a scene by staring at you. III. But, just as quickly, I glance over at you again And again without letting anyone -- not even you -- notice; Stealing a few more peeks ; Warm reminders Of the many insights and experiences and ideas we've shared For all the decades we’ve been together. IV. How many times I have marveled at how, for so long, I've known Who you really are, and who ...

Lately, Becky has been letting her hair grow out just a little longer. She us also wearing some longer earrings than has been her habit over the past 40 years. I think she may be borrowing some from Sydney. (Becky driving, August 2007) And it goes without saying that I really liked her hair way back in the early 70s. (Becky with gold dress, Christmas 1971) Regarding her hair length, I like it whatever length/style it happens to be. I particularly liked the shorter length it was for our Duarte High School 30-year reunion for the Class of '72. (Summer, 2002)

(Father-Mother-Son; Man-Woman-Boy; Husband-Wife-Child) The spark lay buried; Dormant—smoldering—comforting, deep within; Waiting to jump into flame. Long hidden from view, Never really known; though almost shown By inklings, and flashes and glimpses. Anxious, now, To make it to the air, finally did it pierce through; at just the perfect, select moment; No more to be concealed. Impatient waiting, and now seeing, The flame grows into an enduring, Eternal light; Capable of sparking others. The burning, now, Creates life on its own; now sees the full light of day. This “burning” Sets on fire the souls that now perceive; and comes together as One; Over altars, and glances, and (kind) words, and gentle (forgiving) hearts. Wiggling and vibrating Long, and strong, and sure; echoing again and again new found freedom. The Child Comes in an instant to Father and Mother, Who seek to erase any pain, and gain the desire to impart… all. Everything. Every good thing. Child grows old; Child grows wise;...