Smokies Photo Blog and Musing

To me a great measure of success is not how well I can control the environment I live in,

but how well I can adapt to the environment I am passing through.

                                                                                                   Bc Hannold

Anyone  who believes they are not biased, is doomed to a lifetime of ignorance and self deception.

Bc Hannold

That perfect Friend

I have a friend, Like no other,

Who is always there for me.

Quietly she awaits the time,

That she can be for me.

For her I have no faults,

No feet rooted in clay,

She always stands beside me,

To help me bear the day.

When all the friends have left,

And family’s gone home too,

She remains behind,

And shares a heart that’s true.

Patiently she waits,

As I struggle about the world,

Gazing with eyes that do not judge,

She smiles with a heart that knows only love.

To know this perfect friendship,

Where one can only give,

Is to know a glimpse of heaven

And the true meaning of love.

Bc Hannold

If you want to predict your future, take a good look at your past.

Bc Hannold

This moment is the total sum of every action I have ever taken in the past.

Bc Hannold

If you wonder what is wrong with the world, you should first look in the mirror.

Bc Hannold

Spring forth

She brushed her hand across the water,
And bright blue springs,
Came gushing up to meet her.

She smiled,
And the light went dancing among the ripples,
Singing a giggling harmony.

She laughed,
And all about a chorus of blossoms erupted,
In a deafening crescendo of color.

As she exhaled,
The forest burst forth,
In a rippling wave of fresh green buds.

As she took repose,
A carpet of fresh green grass,
Rose to meet her.

As she sat among the trees,
The air began to fill with twittering of birds,
As the fawns and otters came to call.

She stretched out her arms,
Seducing the sun from the shadows,
Tickling the warmth to greet her.

She inhaled the fragrant air,
And slept,
For her work was done.

Bc Hannold

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You are only as smart as your actions

Bc Hannold

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Mowing

I set upon that summer weekly ritual,

Mounting my steed, roaring to life with a sputter of protest.

Whirling steel blades reducing my lawn to the earthy smell of fresh cut grass.

Mindlessly, I repeat the pattern of rectangles, circles and swirls,

Enjoying the overcast sky, restraining the brutality of the summer sun.

A spit of rain, splashes, and is gone. Ah, a relieving oasis on this summer morn.

Around the house, and down the yard toward the garden,

With purple martins clearing the way , as mustangs escorting bombers over Germany.

Swooping and diving, a midair dance clearing the way of insects stirred by the whirling blades.

Bouncing and bounding over the lawn, a somber moment as I trim around Izzy,

My faithful companion for 15 years, missing the fun times and unconditional love.

A bridge between my first life and this one, wondering if she is playing with Nadine,

Who left this earth for a better place. A bridge between Nadine and Lois my current wife.

And I am reminded of all the wonders that I have received, and joy returns with a thankful heart at all I have today.

Each and every person is a singularity

Each person is unique on this planet, and in the eyes of our higher power.

But when we celebrate our differences we stand alone.

When we celebrate our similarities we stand as a community.

If we view another person in light of our differences, then we will stand apart from that person.

If we view another person in light of our sameness, then we will stand together with that person.

So we should decide first how we want to relate to someone, before we decide how to view them.

Fear divides, compassion unites.