Life Journeys; Enjoy the Unknowns, Leave Yesterday Behind and Find Bliss…within

Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.”― Ralph Waldo Emerson

On this journey called life, the value of a moment is as fleeting as the blink
of an eye. Life is birthing renewal, constant and flowing. There are moments of
turbulence, insecurity, disaster and despair. And within these intimate
moments, life presents our greatest triumphs and successes. The rare gems of
the precious turbulence are shrouded in mystery, beauty and bounty.

Within each of us, there are untapped reservoirs of limitless opportunity and
potential. We lose the direction to our opportunities, because there are
mishaps along the way. When we find ourselves at the point of question and
doubt, it is in the potency of insecurity, fear and unwelcome disorder, that we
discover our real internal compass. Often in our chaos and wretched misery, we
stumble upon the value in the valley. Read More

Stand for something or you will Fall for anything

Each part of the tapestry of life, is the thread that weaves through the invisible. When the seams are knitted with love, all become manifest and whole in being…gcw may2013

The call  that late November came from my sister and there was the uncertainty and urgency in her voice that my brother Michael, was hospitalized.   She suggested I should try to come back home to Maryland, at the earliest time off allowed.

Michael, a robust 5’10” 225 lb, brick muscle gladiator, rugby player, Master Electrician, devoted father, sometimes ornery brother, was never sick or in hospital for all my life of knowing him.  Michael, was just impenetrable about his positions and opinions.   And Michael taught me the meaning of indomitable will and courage as he fought and battled to hold on to life, with a diagnosis of pancreatic cancer. He survived for five months after that call. The night before he died, with a frail body mass of 97 lbs, he bravely ushered in the finality of life, with his signalling proclamation, “I’m outta here”.  In the words of his favorite song ” For what is a man, what has he got, if not himself then he has not, to do the things he truly feels, and not the words of one who yields, I did it all and I stood tall and did it My Way”  (My Way sung by Frank Sinatra), he died as he lived, with purpose and self discipline.

Within the tapestry of life we encounter the threads of experiences which sew together the quality of the  human being that we clothe ourselves in as character.  When our family, and especially Michael’s offsprings remember him, etched in the fabric of his person, are the intricate conviction of  his sense of  values. Read More