Saturday, October 10, 2009
Friday, October 2, 2009
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Resolving energy
Pick up the broken pieces
Find the strength to believe
Have faith
The pieces will mend
Our time is a molecule on the horizon
Existence in a blink of an eye
Flowing energy, infinite power
Never ending, transferring
Fleeting problems exist only in the now
Find strength in tomorrow
Naturally flowing energy
Creating trusting resolution
Find the strength to believe
Have faith
The pieces will mend
Our time is a molecule on the horizon
Existence in a blink of an eye
Flowing energy, infinite power
Never ending, transferring
Fleeting problems exist only in the now
Find strength in tomorrow
Naturally flowing energy
Creating trusting resolution
Monday, September 28, 2009
The blinding pursuit of numbers
I have become comfortable, and lost sight of what I have come to love about my country. Our mountains, our waterfalls, our valleys, our forests, all of our natural land... the harmony which is created by the wonders of God and is imparted upon us. Things I readily understand and am tightly bound to. I have always felt the mountains were where I could truly call home. Where I felt like I could observe the creations of God, and worship these creations.
However I have ashamedly fallen to the blunder of chasing numbers. I have lost sight of what compels me, internally, driven by God and my own love and appreciation for the natural Earth. These things have been cast aside and taken place by the next grade, the next highest peak, the next increment in difficulty. I have averted my attention to the next identifiable striation in the leg muscles which ascend me to the top. I have focused my goals on climbing the next grade of difficulty.
These things have aided in me losing sight of who I truly am, and I question the source of these new motivations. It seems so unnatural to move through God's creation simply for the sake of touting an achievement. What I seem to have lost sight of is that the simple exploration and sight of something not yet seen is THE reason for my being. Anyone with the right gear and training can move up the most difficult of mountains in the most difficult of seasons. But it takes a special someone to be able to move through the simplest of terrain and be able to find and recognize true love. Love that is capable of bringing tears to my eyes by the simple invocation of seeing a simple beauty for the first time. To be able to see something as a pure creation of God, placed there for my appreciation and even worship, is something that should not be lost sight of.
It is so simple to segregate yourself from nature. To believe that humans and nature are two separate entities is in my opinion disingenuous to the understanding of your own soul. Humans are a part of nature - created by nature - and there is no easy way to separate the two without an arrogant assumption akin to humans ruling nature. I wish to experience the natural world and feel connected to it - as if I am truly a part of it. I have torn my body apart to get to the next level, and have forgotten - or rather, had a momentary lapse - one of the reasons I exist.
However I have ashamedly fallen to the blunder of chasing numbers. I have lost sight of what compels me, internally, driven by God and my own love and appreciation for the natural Earth. These things have been cast aside and taken place by the next grade, the next highest peak, the next increment in difficulty. I have averted my attention to the next identifiable striation in the leg muscles which ascend me to the top. I have focused my goals on climbing the next grade of difficulty.
These things have aided in me losing sight of who I truly am, and I question the source of these new motivations. It seems so unnatural to move through God's creation simply for the sake of touting an achievement. What I seem to have lost sight of is that the simple exploration and sight of something not yet seen is THE reason for my being. Anyone with the right gear and training can move up the most difficult of mountains in the most difficult of seasons. But it takes a special someone to be able to move through the simplest of terrain and be able to find and recognize true love. Love that is capable of bringing tears to my eyes by the simple invocation of seeing a simple beauty for the first time. To be able to see something as a pure creation of God, placed there for my appreciation and even worship, is something that should not be lost sight of.
It is so simple to segregate yourself from nature. To believe that humans and nature are two separate entities is in my opinion disingenuous to the understanding of your own soul. Humans are a part of nature - created by nature - and there is no easy way to separate the two without an arrogant assumption akin to humans ruling nature. I wish to experience the natural world and feel connected to it - as if I am truly a part of it. I have torn my body apart to get to the next level, and have forgotten - or rather, had a momentary lapse - one of the reasons I exist.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Imagine Peace Tower - In memory of John Lennon
From WikiPedia:
The Imagine Peace Tower (Icelandic: Friðarsúlan, meaning "the peace column") is a memorial to John Lennon from his widow, Yoko Ono, located on Viðey Island in Kollafjörður Bay near Reykjavík, Iceland. It consists of a tall "tower of light", projected from a white stone monument that has the words "Imagine Peace" carved into it in 24 languages. These words, and the name of the tower, are a reference to Lennon's peace anthem, Imagine. The Tower consists of 15 searchlights with prisms that act as mirrors, reflecting the column of light vertically into the sky from a 10-metre wide wishing well. It often reaches cloudbase and indeed can be seen penetrating the cloud cover. On a clear night it appears to reach an altitude of at least 4000m. The power for the lights is provided by Iceland's unique geo-thermal energy grid. It uses approximately 75 kW of power.
Buried underneath the light tower are upward of 500,000 written wishes that Ono gathered over the years in another project, called "Wish Trees". Ono plans to have the tower lit every year from 9 October, Lennon's birthday, through 8 December, the date he was shot. Iceland was selected for the project because of its beauty and its eco-friendly use of geothermal energy.
Construction of the tower started on 9 October, 2006 when Ono dedicated the location, and it was officially unveiled on the same date in 2007. In attendance with Ono were son Sean Lennon, bandmate Ringo Starr, and Olivia Harrison, widow of George Harrison, and Olivia's son Dhani Harrison. Paul McCartney was invited, but could not attend due to a court case. Yoko Ono said on the day of the inauguration that the tower was the best thing that she and John had ever done.
The ceremony was broadcast internationally to numerous television networks.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Making it rain.
This popped into my head and I wanted to write it down while it was vividly in my mind. The easiest was chatting up a friend from TeamXbox.
9:25:10 PM) me: When I was in the navy...
(9:25:11 PM) prsnlJesus1036 : brb
(9:25:14 PM) me: you ready?
(9:25:35 PM) prsnlJesus1036: yeah
(9:26:01 PM) me: I was in boot camp. Division 459.
(9:26:19 PM) me: We had 15 minute lunches from the time we entered the mess hall until we were standing up to exit the mess hall.
(9:27:20 PM) me: So that included waiting in line, eating, and taking your things up after. And there is strictly no talking. Zero tolerance policy. So after lunch we were standing in formation and being thanked and congratulated by the division commanders for doing such a good job in the mess hall.
(9:27:49 PM) prsnlJesus1036: right
(9:28:54 PM) me: When we were back in the barracks we were asked to put on our raincoats. And they were the trench coat type with wool liners. It was in august and we were all standing in front of our racks (bunkbeds) at attention and then one of the division commanders went on about someone talking in the mess hall.
(9:28:59 PM) me: We were like "oh fuck"
(9:30:30 PM) me: So they closed all the windows in the barracks, had us fill our canteens and drink them. Then they continued to beat (exercised) us for about 45 minutes. Between jumping jacks they would have us refill our canteens and down them. This was right after lunch so it was very laborious. The condensation from the 90 active bodies in the middle of summer with no ventilation started to turn into rain.
(9:30:37 PM) me: This is what is referred to as "making it rain"
(9:31:24 PM) prsnlJesus1036: Thats nuts
(9:31:53 PM) me: So the purpose of guzzling water was to get one of us to vomit. And it finally happened. One person vomited and a chain reaction commenced. There were 90 men vomiting in an enclosed space and basically being sweated on at the same time. It was the most disgusting thing I have ever been subjected to.
(9:32:16 PM) me: But it instilled such a sense of power, which was so odd. There was a relationship of respect formed.
(9:32:38 PM) me: Ad to be honest, it was part of a branding process.
(9:32:56 PM) me: So basically I was just thinking that and thought I should write it down before I forgot it
(9:35:43 PM) prsnlJesus1036: That's intense man
9:25:10 PM) me: When I was in the navy...
(9:25:11 PM) prsnlJesus1036
(9:25:14 PM) me: you ready?
(9:25:35 PM) prsnlJesus1036: yeah
(9:26:01 PM) me: I was in boot camp. Division 459.
(9:26:19 PM) me: We had 15 minute lunches from the time we entered the mess hall until we were standing up to exit the mess hall.
(9:27:20 PM) me: So that included waiting in line, eating, and taking your things up after. And there is strictly no talking. Zero tolerance policy. So after lunch we were standing in formation and being thanked and congratulated by the division commanders for doing such a good job in the mess hall.
(9:27:49 PM) prsnlJesus1036: right
(9:28:54 PM) me: When we were back in the barracks we were asked to put on our raincoats. And they were the trench coat type with wool liners. It was in august and we were all standing in front of our racks (bunkbeds) at attention and then one of the division commanders went on about someone talking in the mess hall.
(9:28:59 PM) me: We were like "oh fuck"
(9:30:30 PM) me: So they closed all the windows in the barracks, had us fill our canteens and drink them. Then they continued to beat (exercised) us for about 45 minutes. Between jumping jacks they would have us refill our canteens and down them. This was right after lunch so it was very laborious. The condensation from the 90 active bodies in the middle of summer with no ventilation started to turn into rain.
(9:30:37 PM) me: This is what is referred to as "making it rain"
(9:31:24 PM) prsnlJesus1036: Thats nuts
(9:31:53 PM) me: So the purpose of guzzling water was to get one of us to vomit. And it finally happened. One person vomited and a chain reaction commenced. There were 90 men vomiting in an enclosed space and basically being sweated on at the same time. It was the most disgusting thing I have ever been subjected to.
(9:32:16 PM) me: But it instilled such a sense of power, which was so odd. There was a relationship of respect formed.
(9:32:38 PM) me: Ad to be honest, it was part of a branding process.
(9:32:56 PM) me: So basically I was just thinking that and thought I should write it down before I forgot it
(9:35:43 PM) prsnlJesus1036: That's intense man
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Setting sun
Our sun will inevitably set
Importance in affection
Ideal in effect
For the people whom you shone upon
Feeling a lasting affect
The last particle of light
Fading over the horizon
Signifying eternal darkness
As abiding as the people you touched
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