define and redefine and then create and create again

The ways to here were selected and then fraught with the elements of luck, love and living. When able, setting down the oars, dropping the sails, and pausing to really read the compass, I discover my course, in it's breadth, seems dissipated and so diverse as to have diluted my potency.
To be aware that I am diluted and dissolved in my effectiveness, but gives boost to my resolve to sustain , maintain, and define my WAY...As it traces HIS WAY! The route I make must be fueled by the power of God.
The passionate cause of creating childhood movement education materials and products remains my goal. The foot directions, mine, must make the distribution of these materials HAPPEN!!

Expression to those close

Ah, the close [who are those of close relationships?] is the rub or the lack of contact is the snag...in the world's rush to DO we become undone and detached and disengaged from one another. And, larger, I fear, we set ourselves on a path where we, our soul, is not kept on that pedestal where is is sacrosanct...Intact, mellowing to mount into more not less!

Why do we shed our constructions of self? It is the growing realization, for me, that in the days accumulated so far by for me...ME is living daily, working ineptly, but gravely....NOT expressing ME.

The bottled and set-asides I have created...Would fill that proverbial book(s). It is the wealth of assets of works and words that I will, intentionally, manifest. The volumes I have written, here, there, and I do have a lot...Will find companions in the remaining days and years [I hope] that I own. God knows the days...Count...But I will WILL more into existence!

The millions of mental words...'Mouthed' and melted into the hour's current duties...Will henceforth find home on the computer, in the written journals, I keep and even here in the internet BLOG site I have created. Living the LIFE you construct....Needs a full-time architect! I will apply and hire myself to be that person...Setting my mind to the world's wind.

Okay! The tide's running...Which way?
The need to put a rock in the midstream or erect a bridge from here to the there I want to arrive upon...SUCCESS...I need to place the stones firm and NOW!

SO I will recall the passionate life of Charles Schultz for the next week. And then there is the idea to comb through the mounds of material I've gathered, constructed and assembles...And just find the 'ear and eye' of a gatekeeper!

The educational media I have created and want to further create for the youngsters who desire to 'Learn to Move, Move to Learn and LEARN to LEARN!! My mission!

Too deferring, I am most times...allow 'other's needs to supersede mine. Overly detailing the PLAN awaiting the moment.

NOW I must lasso the pier of that invisible bridge and electrify it into a solid FORM!

Constructing the assorted educational coloring books and teaching booklets that will show KIDS what Good MOVEMENT looks like. How to target a goal or post or mark! A thousand images emerge and much slip out of me into the eyes of 'kids'.

I pray and seek the path. Making the heritage that I have experienced and known via my elders, mentors, and self-created times...into a manifestation for KidSKILLS America.

Immediacy and time driven pressure...I need to apply to my energies and cast the form of my heart and mind and hopes into reality. God guide me.

...The pathway both strewn and blooming!

The rushing wind, the visual field...broad as the horizons of earth and sky...the consumption of oxygen the whirl of pedal, the lean of limb...Mixed with the rhythmic stroking of muscle and mind. WHAT result? WHAT intent? WHAT impact?

The meshing, mechanical blending of caloric output and soulful stretching in the out-of-doors....brought the transcendence...From the daily to the deity!

Truly, as the wheels rolled not in leisure metre not in fervent gear, but in a methodical and keen ergonomic patterning, my being was at first simply transported. But with the mesmerize of a dervishes whirl, the driving pathway transformed into a passageway of magnificence.

The airflow of firm substance countered by the energy flow of forecasted pacing brought cyclist, wheels, and form into the state of FLOW that arrives when interrogation of much makes solitude morph into soaring.

The line of travel, graced by weeds of the commonest seed, became an accolade to the richest representative of royalty...ME! Yes, the fleurs of skaggy plants yet in bloomen became exaggerated and profuse. These leafy testimonies to the journeying gal [ME ] amplified the trip and make it one that finds pale all others' transits.

Ah, yes, the the process of experiencing such moving elegance paired with speed's balm and buoyancy gave greatness to a potentially mundane engagement...Bicycling. But, save for the needed steering and balancing, I found elevation and evolution irreparable in it's heaping of health, hope, and happiness.

Suggestion: Sense such. It cannot be accomplished when wires or waves of sounds edge out the inbound message. Reap the rewards of moving!

...Smoothness regained

Oh, yes, that fluidity of motion...the freedom to expend energy without the mediation of pain...is returning to my ownership.  And how?  You may know of the village in Japan named Yukizara...where dietary patterns bring life expetancies of nine plus decades and skin of moist nature and mobility of youth or at least ease...reserach has discovered that a component of our own manufacture, which diminishes over one's life length, is supplementation available for us all. 
      Upon commencing with a regime for that, I am experiences the freedom and flush of JOY in movement and action unedited by friction and pinch.
       Let me observe over the next month, the effect of restored ease upon the bigger wealth of my existence.   Sound too enormous to be realized?   Just watch, I will soar beyond the confines of days past.   Watch me. Listen to me!  See and read my maneuvers and paths...Ease will equate to excellence and exceed the cup's lip...In testimony to my ancestors!!

Gripping the day's substance

It's not the fare of newspapers. This is not the target of muses but it is my LIFE. Not since the day evolved around solely me, have I found superior outlet than the labour of writing.

The singular moment when ideas hit page gives voice to the volumes unspoken in utterances. It is the silent wish that we each must hold that our words and views be absorbed by others. That single hope is but amplified as we each, again in the silence of our 'unrewarding', seek permanence of our unique being. If the cellular specificity that conceived us, wards off demise...so far...and some energy force brings these lines to the light of day [or night] and the consumption by someone somewhere....let us taste the hooray of our aspirations MET.

Of course, beyond that basic harmony of intent and merit, I would that the thoughts and ideas but not only devoured but nudged and further shaped by that priceless tool...Another's responses.

It is the lack of such which my void fills! Alas...Whither is a soul to poke upon my soul's surface, meat or matrix?

water's Nourishment

It's the run-off that tumultuously fills the creek's belly as it fills ear and air with vibrancy and ions of worth all nourishing the me that resides creekside.

What a blessing, what a drivingly ecstatic moment when the turmoil of aqua fitfully and rhythmically mix molecule and mirth and march to the shoreline of Erie via the cahoon creek channel...ah my bliss to be absorbing it all!!

Untitled and bridled!

Yes, it is that 'flow' the driving mechanism that spurs creative flow and unbuyable bubble...that one often bridles and allow both diminishing and suspention...and in such deferment [one executes self-neglect].

Yes, in identifying that act, semmingly selfless, but greater 'flow' suicidal I must claim remorse and state abhorring...a balancing of one for the other's impact or supression...only the opposite know.

The truth, that all the vague and self-criticism I might conjure..would be better eradicated by action and the actual creations and manifestation I am capable of generation.

No recovering acknowledgement and healing benefit of a Mother's role being chosen over her own artistic leans and production can actually DO the WORK! Heels in, sleeves rolled, I will to the tasks of being and sharing and making my mettle and opus.

May mowing makes muscle and more!

Alerting, yes. I alert the world. But larger, the scene is green. I speak but of the emerging tending and nurturing I have been promising myself...The development of my garden. The task, I understand, is often therapy but strongly physical....Pun.

The mental architechture I have been constructing [of my lovely space]....now begins to own the space I have allocated. Meaning, as I culture and shape the tenetive lines and mental marking of my garden for the creekside, I am achieving my dream and executing the job God charges us with...that job: improving the spot where we are. Through our blogging, through gardening, through conversation..good selected words.

It's the time when one accelerates the rolling and gathering and accumulating actions in to the 'final' push! It must be the insideous subliminal drive to manifest a legacy...cast a net and construct a sphere of influence. Yes, there I stand, waddle, and wander...and that is good!

This turning point in the road I am building, in both defining the projects and getting a good clarity on the horizons within both my short and long views...are happening and for that I am grateful.

So to the next decades opening and more the blustery breezes blow the more I thrive...gusts and winds and shifts...hooray!!

The pair...floated
Breezes..yet to be
Were felt...ah!

The race...run and running..
brought two thwarted..again.
Why one reaches when 'falling'
Feels and finds solice?
Just a wonder.


Here, the mystery, in it's mist,
made mind more as it dug.
Don't you heave more than the plot..plotted?
Of course! and do more. Bliss is missed is you
Miss the chance to turn spade.

It is the day that marks my Mother's ninety-ninth year, where she still troding the turf here. Infact she would be still biking as she adored doing, mile after mile. I mark the day with prayers and thoughts and remembrances of the WAY she was while here and the simplicity that she absorb all that life steered her.
The homage I can extend to her today I decided to take actions to bring the KidSKILLS AMERICA's product, the Sportsfloor into existence. It is today that I submitted the details to the graphic team that will convert the concepts into a format that will set the next few steps in motion. This product will assist and shape and nurture many children.
Those she steered me, inspired me, nurtured me deserve to have their intentions manifexted through this work! I send it to the world and pray it brings me and my ancestors and family here as blessing of success and a wide brushstroke of joy as we realize kids are helped by this product.
God speed it's creation...this year.

The chills of death's recent visit and the chill of air and surface water have touched some of the circle of family so intensely and yet the younger souls find it's sting and sorrow mainly as it appears...right before themselves. Those souls cannot stray from the harmonic ring of their own accords. Such is their narrow vision as such was mine as life mixed pursuit with the hollowness of vacancy.
That void, due to death's sharp turn into our lives, could teach and deepen regards for what is available to each of us. But youth's self-focus prevents clarity of the lesson of what wealth we have...when it sits right in front of us.
That one could grip the whole and yet sashay with the tantilizations of pursuit and desires. The insular regards, children are able to manifest, in their own agenda satifaction, will be a pale shade in their future, when more loss and absences pervail.
Well, my own struggles and failures in recognizing what treasures God bestowed through my parents and my abilities, which were honed by my folks' humble nurture of me, now stands as a pier in my belief systems. In expressing my vision's scope now, I unfortunately, cannot reach their earthly ears.