Sunday, January 21, 2007
My Boat Story
I have been doing a lot of inner work lately because of issues I'm dealing with in my life, and in my search for the "me-ness" of my life, I have come up with a story that outlines one of my issues; not that I wish to "air my problems". I would, however, like to share things that may, in the long run help others while I'm learning to help myself. Okay, my boat story...
There was once a beautiful calm lake where many boats lived, surrounded by a peaceful wood in the mountains. Storms would come once in a while to this lovely place, as they do to any place, but not very often, and certainly not very rough. Most of the time, the sun was shining and the wind was gentle there. When the storms would come, however, all the boats would gather together on the dock and keep each other company, swapping fish stories and dreams of the sea until the bad weather passed and life got on as usual.
There was one little boat, that although the other boats would be calm and seemingly contented, would complain unceasingly about the storm and worry about sinking. "I hope I don't take on water, oh, I wish this awful storm would pass," on and on throughout the storm, she would panic. The other boats rolled their eyes and continued their maritime conversations. One old boat creaked as it leaned toward the little one, "one of these days, you're gonna worry yourself straight down to the bottom of the lake!" He winked kindly at her and continued, "These storms aren't bad at all. There's nothing to worry about, and we are right here to talk you through it."
But, the little boat didn't listen, and every time the wind picked up just a little, the boat would start a fearful tirade. "I'm going to sink, I'm going to sink!" She would have such a fit that she would start to rock as if there really was a storm, while all the other boats looked on and wondered why she was doing it. One day, she rocked herself so hard during a slight breeze that the rope which moored her to the dock came undone and she rocked herself right out into the middle of the lake. "See where I am? See where the storm has taken me? I'm surely going to sink!" and sink she did. Right down to the bottom of the lake she went, bubbling frantically all the way, while up above on the surface of the water, the sun was shining and the water was calm.
When her fisherman found her missing, he asked the old boat if he knew anything about it, and the old boat nodded sadly motoring the fisherman out to the middle of the lake where the little boat had sunk herself. After much trouble and effort on the part of the fisherman and some of the other boats, the little one was lifted out of the lake and brought up to the shore for repair. The fisherman was glad to have her back, but he clucked at her disapprovingly. The old boat, however, floated quietly beside her on the dock and understood, because once, when he was young, something similar had happened to him. "I learned to ask myself a long time ago, whether the storm was rocking the boat, or the boat was rocking the boat. The day I sunk myself, out there in the very same spot you went down, was the day old Bessie over there at the end of the dock caught the biggest fish in the lake. The sun was shining and the fish were waiting for us, but I was too worried about what I thought was a storm to enjoy it, and ended up spending the rest of that record fish-catching week at the bottom of the lake." The little boat sniffled a little while the wind picked up. "So tell me little one, what did YOU see down there?"
The little boat's eyes lit up with laughter, "There was a HUGE fish, with big spots that just stared at me, and then..." and as a storm began to brew, the little boat began to tell her fish tale to the old boat, unaware of the wind and the rain.
There was once a beautiful calm lake where many boats lived, surrounded by a peaceful wood in the mountains. Storms would come once in a while to this lovely place, as they do to any place, but not very often, and certainly not very rough. Most of the time, the sun was shining and the wind was gentle there. When the storms would come, however, all the boats would gather together on the dock and keep each other company, swapping fish stories and dreams of the sea until the bad weather passed and life got on as usual.
There was one little boat, that although the other boats would be calm and seemingly contented, would complain unceasingly about the storm and worry about sinking. "I hope I don't take on water, oh, I wish this awful storm would pass," on and on throughout the storm, she would panic. The other boats rolled their eyes and continued their maritime conversations. One old boat creaked as it leaned toward the little one, "one of these days, you're gonna worry yourself straight down to the bottom of the lake!" He winked kindly at her and continued, "These storms aren't bad at all. There's nothing to worry about, and we are right here to talk you through it."
But, the little boat didn't listen, and every time the wind picked up just a little, the boat would start a fearful tirade. "I'm going to sink, I'm going to sink!" She would have such a fit that she would start to rock as if there really was a storm, while all the other boats looked on and wondered why she was doing it. One day, she rocked herself so hard during a slight breeze that the rope which moored her to the dock came undone and she rocked herself right out into the middle of the lake. "See where I am? See where the storm has taken me? I'm surely going to sink!" and sink she did. Right down to the bottom of the lake she went, bubbling frantically all the way, while up above on the surface of the water, the sun was shining and the water was calm.
When her fisherman found her missing, he asked the old boat if he knew anything about it, and the old boat nodded sadly motoring the fisherman out to the middle of the lake where the little boat had sunk herself. After much trouble and effort on the part of the fisherman and some of the other boats, the little one was lifted out of the lake and brought up to the shore for repair. The fisherman was glad to have her back, but he clucked at her disapprovingly. The old boat, however, floated quietly beside her on the dock and understood, because once, when he was young, something similar had happened to him. "I learned to ask myself a long time ago, whether the storm was rocking the boat, or the boat was rocking the boat. The day I sunk myself, out there in the very same spot you went down, was the day old Bessie over there at the end of the dock caught the biggest fish in the lake. The sun was shining and the fish were waiting for us, but I was too worried about what I thought was a storm to enjoy it, and ended up spending the rest of that record fish-catching week at the bottom of the lake." The little boat sniffled a little while the wind picked up. "So tell me little one, what did YOU see down there?"
The little boat's eyes lit up with laughter, "There was a HUGE fish, with big spots that just stared at me, and then..." and as a storm began to brew, the little boat began to tell her fish tale to the old boat, unaware of the wind and the rain.
Sunday, January 14, 2007
(Rolling My Eyes)
“We need to look at what options we have available to constrain the president,” said Democratic Sen. Barack Obama.
...how about a muzzle and a leash?
“We liberated that country from a tyrant,” Bush said. “I think the Iraqi people owe the American people a huge debt of gratitude.”
...whatever happened to modest humility? Or was that humiliation, I can't remember...
“I’m not going to try to be popular and change principles..."
...how about a muzzle and a leash?
“We liberated that country from a tyrant,” Bush said. “I think the Iraqi people owe the American people a huge debt of gratitude.”
...whatever happened to modest humility? Or was that humiliation, I can't remember...
“I’m not going to try to be popular and change principles..."
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
Yusuf Islam (aka Cat Stevens) - Heaven/Where True Love Goes
This is such a fabulous comeback! Go Yusuf!
This is such a fabulous comeback! Go Yusuf!
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
The Best Christmas Present Ever!
I just received a package in the mail from my kids' stepmom that really just made my day! She had sent me two CDs full of pics of my beautiful children (It's really hard to say "children" as I look at how they've grown in the last two years!) I am simply in awe of how wonderfully handsome/beautiful they've become. Georgia is so photogenic and so lovely, and Jess looks like a young version of Matt Damon (whadayathink?). Colin looks so grown up in his fatigues--he's in ROTC and has high hopes for the Marines despite his missing lung.
I have stains all over my sweats from boohooing!
Anyway, let me shutup and show a few:
Thank you, Shirley! You'll never know what it means for me.Sunday, December 17, 2006
Question of the Day
I am currently studying to get my ESL certification and I have a question that I know my future students are going to ask me. It is a question that has stumped a majority of Americans for ages.(Frankly, I'VE been wondering about the answer as well). I will give you a gold star if you can give me an answer.
Why do we say we "put on our shoes and socks", when we actually put our socks on first?
Why do we say we "put on our shoes and socks", when we actually put our socks on first?
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
HAHAHAHAhahahahahaaaa!
It's over!
But I did it!
I DID IT!!!
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Write Me, Baby
I figure that there is no time like the present to do this thing. I'm read
y, got ideas going through my head, and will probably drive everyone nuts with this in the next month or so. I've actually challenged a couple of people.
I would really like to know if Lady of Grace will rise to my challenge, because I really would like to see her use this time as a jump start...(since I never HEAR from her anymore)...
This is also an open dare for anyone who comes to this site regularly, (and I know who you are...heh, heh, heh). 50,000 words isn't much when you consider all that you've ever written all put together! I've probably written about 50,000,000 words, but just never paid attention to the count. This will be an interesting project for me. I would like to see if I can accomplish it, and perhaps learn a little about myself along the way.
Okay, guys, rev up your engines...
y, got ideas going through my head, and will probably drive everyone nuts with this in the next month or so. I've actually challenged a couple of people. I would really like to know if Lady of Grace will rise to my challenge, because I really would like to see her use this time as a jump start...(since I never HEAR from her anymore)...
This is also an open dare for anyone who comes to this site regularly, (and I know who you are...heh, heh, heh). 50,000 words isn't much when you consider all that you've ever written all put together! I've probably written about 50,000,000 words, but just never paid attention to the count. This will be an interesting project for me. I would like to see if I can accomplish it, and perhaps learn a little about myself along the way.
Okay, guys, rev up your engines...
