Just keeping it light. When I was back in Virginia, and that was a long time ago now, I was very much on another planet from my usual domain.
I am kind of like a lion living in a cave. I am wild and fierce, and I have the whole savannah to oversee and the pride is my charge, but when I am back in that other life_ I reach a nexus of everything I have given up. Today in the present is the serious life of carrying on with the tasks at hand, but when you go back, especially when it is to the time of your youth, when you were growing up all of the dreams and truths and lies, which are so evident and engraved on the stones and the trees and the floors and in the drawers of the past. Every door opens up to the suddenness of the broad successes and disappointments of the past and I would be the first to say that I am feeling a little distressed by the fact that I didn't try to capture the great turn of
the trade that took place, when I was home.

When I was home, I got healed by my own acceptance of so much,that I was still carrying as a reason not to claim the beauty of what it is to be. My truth is my truth, and can anyone see what I see? You can see like me, but my attention is directed to points on the page that
I am being directed to recognize. My journey is my truth. Life is lived very close to the page.

And so we have little ol' me going back to be the good son. It was designed to be this way. I have a mastery of certain illusions and I always make things like this into more than they might seem, because they are the real stuff of life. Familiar_ family holding the personal truths and changes as reasons to be_ together. I knew I would be here(in Virginia) in the fall. I was going to drive my parents up to Dad's family reunion in Maine, but then the event was changed to Holyoke in western Massachusetts. All was still on go, until my
Aunt 'P' went into the coma(they had been with us the year before and had gone to Alaska on a cruise, and then my mom had the stoke, and my wife's mom got cancer, but went on her trip to Alaska, anyway. It was a different kind of maturity we gained in this season of relative realities. I have to say, that modern tele-communications are a godsend and such a great aid to the support, one wants to be giving.

Dear Lord, our world was falling through a trapdoor, but then everything came into perspective. They got early support and help from the nearest children. We came in stages to move things along. I came at the optimal time for the skill set, that I have, which is probably pulling together all of the things that get glossed over. I am the oldest, but I am not the wisest as far as the business of the deals, but I have a very subtle way of working. I support the best ideas__ to give to the momentum__ of getting the job done. I do the finish and presentation_preparation, and we got their house up and ready for sale, and got it listed with their old friends at the realtor they worked for. A few years before, they would have sold it themselves, but there is just too much on Dad's plate and Mom is very particular about, who she wants to sell it, too.

For the record, she just had a stroke and I hope she is only half as aware as she seems not to be. To lose her home is a very dire ending to all they have shared there. It is a crushing blow for Dad. He cried many times in the days that I was there, and he had been doing versions of this dance for almost two years. Mom has had two hip replacements and one knee replacement,in that time. Each surgery requiring the recovery cycle. Dad was burning the candle at both ends, just keeping up. Mom was on pain killers and doing physical therapy.I hope that she gets totally back to how she was before, but I know God has a plan, so I will no lose my hope and faith if things change.

So is this, a travel dialog? It is almost too unimaginigeable for me to try and get my sights around all that went down. I know you, who are really busy and have very busy lives__do this every day. One client/patient at a time. Not the right metaphor, but may I explain. I am hoping that those, who read this will know that I am not a writer of things they probably need to know, but I am a writer, who is learning to explain and understand the ways of his world and that is my truth.

I was a first responder to a family campaign. We were running for the election of the next best idea. What comes next?... and the obvious is never the whole deal. It is all of the details. So many issues and issuings from the body of the life that was being repackaged as a new and better path and amazingly enough, we, altogether, pulled it off and put together a solid path to the best position for our parents. We are a family, who has disparate parts. We, who are not very much there, as far as being really nearby. Close. How much have we done over the years?

My folks are an independant class. They were happy with our comings and goings. Eight children over twenty years and all that growing up. They had plenty to do, and they did it well. We are children of that independence. We stretch out across the country. All of us have our certain kind of success. The American dream is real. It just has to
be lived and believed. Mostly, I was long range supportive, and Christmas and summer solid. I got home every couple of years, but the
visits got further apart as my family grew, and we were so far away, but not that far. I have no regrets. I do, but I can't go there. My method is to serve the plan that was laid.

Some of us even get back for Thanksgiving and Christmas, and I did a time or two, but that is my fault as far as my life goes. I have always been gone, for the most part, but I have kept the kind of contact that has led me to be, who I have discovered is a pretty good guy and now that I am comng through, it is all good.

In other words I am winding down on this night. We are exercising the forces of nature that result from thinking about the path of a family. One in particular, that you know in a most personal way. I am writing out of the path that I have come to know. I am happy to be here.

And then I came on this ending that kept getting pushed along. Question is_ will I save it for what it might portend; In regards, to what I have been describing....What of myself, and others, who give more than they gain. I have always served the greater good or so I so humbly believed. I can only hope that, that, has been true. It was not always the case, but it is my nature to do for others__in the best and easiest way for them to receive my support. I don't mean I am a great charity force. I just do for others, because I enjoy helping things along. We each have the need of a helping hand from time to time and
I don't mean I won't take pay to cover my expenses, but I rarely work
in the high profit slot.

The only explanation availible is that there were eight children, and
one, who had died, (who)have different claims. Have different issues with the past, and many reasons to see through to the end the best service for our parents, who are deserving of the best that we can give. They gave us so much. That it is not over-must not be foregotten. They are still here. It is just that their base will soon be gone and then this new life will have it's way. How can I give them what it takes to make their way along the path of what lies ahead? I think they already know. You can't take it with you.

Wrap. The truth is__ all things in balance...Life is good.I spoke to Mom and Pop, two days ago, and they were good, and Dad is swimming again, and Mom is recovering nicely, and doing her therapy, so life is solid and guarding faithfulness; By bringing my folks to a great place for their time ahead. Night,TR

Funny the way things begin. You just have to give yourself over in the end to your best intentions. I know how to doubt or I can go back to hating my voice or my skin, but to that end, I am not searching out what isn't real. I know where I have been.

Last time we looked__the plane had landed and I was well on the ground and mum and dad were in the airport racing to meet my plane at there flowing and glowing pace. It was a sight to see them. I mean we all have changed. I always think, they are younger, but they have aged in the most obvious ways and the subtle light of wisdom is all around and they are of such an effect, that I am profoundly moved by their presence.

Hey! Look at me. I am on the ground in Richmond, Virginia... In a mini van, with my 85 year old dad driving at breakneck speed through traffic and my mum, 83, who has just had a stroke the month before telling him how to arrive at our destination. We go by the old house first to pick up some things. They have moved into a retirement complex, which I remember__ for thinking...they would never live there, but the way of the life of their future has revealed a need for the services, not so easily accessed from where they were before. They had to put in an elevator(outside), when Mom had her hip and knee replacements over the last two years. They moved their bedroom to the first floor.

Tonight I am merely going to troddle along and gather up steam. I really don't have a clue, as to where to begin. Arrival and travel to Seminary address, and then over the road to the new digs, which are really on the other side of the same neighborhood, which is one of those early twentieth century suburbs, which had electric trolley service, at one time, and now has, the same, gigantic old houses and wide avenues, and, am I explaining or describing the rich ways of another world.

I don't know about going there. There was a time, when Richmond was a segregated city, and I was not of that time, but my family moved there, to Richmond, just after the beginning of the civil rights movement, and there was what was called white flight, and my dad purchased one of those big houses at a very good price and they lived there for 43 years. It was a great life and they had many good years there and I just cut out a bunch of things I said then about all of that, because I want to concentrate on this particular time.

I came back to Richmond__ to be there for them__ at this time of the unrevealed future. I feel the hopefulness, but I also know the loss of losing the presence of what it was to have that home. They were only a few weeks down__ into this new mode of living. They could still look at it as a mini vacation, but soon it was making them regret the move, but not my mom. She had a stroke in August the day after driving the return leg of their trip to the western part of the state to see my dad's sister, who had fallen, and was in a coma. She has since recovered and is back home. That was a miracle, of sorts. They had wanted to pull the machines, but my cousin, her oldest, had said, No!

These are not real chapters, and this is not a true story. It is just me and my imaginary friends. I am merely a ledger and a page of diagrams describing my life through proofs of existence, and I need to recognize, that no matter how hard I try I can't get back, those days. They were in some ways the greatest days of my life, present company accepted. I had never known, that I was to be with my folks with this much connection and need and hope and love. It was the perfect dimension of need and deeds. I worked my life off for them, and it was the greatest pleasure. I have never given so much to the dedication of what comes down as a belief in the possible__ divine beauty of service to works greater than our own guarded dedications.

I do have a way of trying to grasp just what it is that grabs me. This journey was important in so many ways. I came to be released from
my own false expectations of a life that never was. I was well into the writing of the life that I had already known would never be and now I suspend all dis-belief and complaint. I have peace on my heart, because what comes now_ is not from the pretending heart. The majesty of what is revealed by the unreviled heart is that we are accepting the greatest truth and motion of being wondered into the greatest command of our place and the holding of the page that was dedicated to you. I am all about coming to know the real you. I am here to be, and to be used for the service of the best that is in our world.

To read and to write on the ways of the true way that is here for the dedication of truth. The only way home I know. My metaphor of this life for this time was to take me home...quite literally to reveal the keeping of the page that held for me the start and the beginning and the ending of pain and fear, and that there was no longer any reason to waite for nothing to be revealed, and that the coming of my light was my reveal, and that the searching is over.

Practicing the presence of God's installation into my consciousness. I had always held that distance and now I was just aware and knowing that even as I could not perfect myself...God was not leaving me, I was storing up time without the completed ring of the beauty of acceptance. My acceptance of the beauty of the presence of God. The revelation of the understanding. The faith in believing. On behalf of my unperfected understanding I stand dedicated to change. Losing the parts of existence that are not revealed. I am changing every day.
I have written a lot today and I must go to bed now. So I am going off-line. This is not a throughway or a thorough-faire reading of the changing life, but it is a beginning and not a pretend. I am certainly about the getting to the bigness of what is so real. Ahead_ is a life.
I am not afraid. I am dedicated to everything we are to do. Think...TR

Odd, though I be, sometimes;... I want to continue, when I can. I am indivisible within myself. My practice is my plan. Things happen, when they can. I am sometimes not able to find the hand of the moment and reach the broad conclusions. This is not an easy way to be.

I don't mind revealing my faltering steps. The opening's appeal for a real stand. In my stead, I lose my place and say get behind me and let this happen, as it seems to have it's own weight and time. whatever it is. It has to be something__ in sync with the time there is.

I have been and I will probably forever be a piece of work, because I have this way of psych'ing out__ my Own self. So that is my apologia. I am almost alright now. I have a set of circumstances... work, family, responsibilities. Things to do, and things that don't get done, and a real guilty complex, about what should be. Desperate delusions, about another way, and then there is what really happens, and I don'think I have to explain. I just want to resolve the rain and the wind and the cold. When will it be Spring?

Not too long ago...almost three weeks ago now, I was in Virginia, and after a few days I began to open my heart to what it would take to explain the new light in my room, but suddenly...everything went dark and that was for a moment...all about the losing of a post that was bright and right and original to me and I was very sourceful and feelings... no explanation could explain, what went away. Nothing at all, really. I just couldn't handle it. And it was written in the comments over at John's and it was really over the tidal barrier and I felt maybe it was too much, but the gift of the moment was I wanted to give that night, and I deleted my own self. I can write anything here and I know that, but this will all work out one day. I am learning to write the me, that is inside the lines of this place, location of my place of me. Sorry John...If you ever read this that is where I have been.. Feeling sorry for myself and doing a bit of personal suffering over things out of my control and knowing...I must keep the faith.

I will be continuing after tonight to pursue the true dimension of what I began to explain in the two previous posts, and maybe even, oneday, I will get back to writing what I wrote that night, when You said you had been here. I was writing the next chapter at your site, but maybe this is why this is the way it is. It will oneday, beginning now, just derive from the truth and not from explaining what isn't right with me. All the possible and probable problematic doubts of
disbelief. One cannot conduct their life in a state of doubt. I am not so deep, and I can so easily believe I am not following the light.

I am not deep. I am not deep. What a troll, and the guy says,"I am not a troll." Truth be told I am a credit to my word. I try to extoll the
purpose of being,... as a strength to be found and forged__ to hack back the wall of hatred in the world. I am always, even as I find the way hard... learning and breathing the word of my heart. I will not fail. Years of just going along. Drunk on the fat of just going along for the ride. I really want to get my act together as a real writer of the side that does not pretend and then there are the terms of the agreement I have with myself.

Writing out the terms of my life as a real evidence of my senses.
Feeling the real life through real life. Living the lessons of each moments time as the real consequence of choices and love and hope.
I hope that I am not too much a bore. Sometimes the real hold of this world is that we keep trying even when the evidence of our reasons are not so evident. I gave myself to this time to try and recover the explanation to myself, so I could excuse my absence,... not so much as a failing or a fringe of absence... only that it was just because... I am learning to give way and lead my shame to the day, when I can explain.

I am just going to sit here for a moment and stare and wonder why I would ever give up. There is no other night. All of the love in the Universe is availible__ every night. Just don't get in the way. Every day, at the new morn is the beginning of the day and tomorrow I will be right and I will love you and all the people and places in my life with a greater impression of what it means to keep trying. I will remain steadfast and the explanation is just there. It is alright to keep seeking explanation and inner sight. I remain true.

Breath be felt. It is cold tonight and my small suv is in the shop and the bill will be too much and my wife says we will never get out of debt and I really love my job/not, but neither does she, and our fifteen year old wants to date, and she playing the cards we dealt her.
I could explain, but I will only say...What drives me crazy is that day, Monday(last)...I give my car away to a kid at work,...well!, I lose my electronic car keys,
because I just had to make sure the antifreeze was up to the top and, when I forgot to pick up my key set and drove away ...They fell out of the engine compartment and onto the road, as I drove to Mike's. Funny about this life. The brain and the intellect and the age of the place and the time of the dream are all integral to God's plan, but
sometimes, it just does not seem to be so. That is all for tonight. Have a great day tomorrow and really I am beginning to work through a lot of these crazy twists and turns and I want to be here for you,... just as you are for me, We are all in this together. Let's have some fun. To everyone...Just a very good tonight on this Halloweenie.
Dental surgery, tomorrow. Me, I will sleep better now. Didn't want to lose, where we have been. Everything in balance...I'll be back,
I trust.

By the lengths of my Hair I have waved in the sun. I think the stroll to the light is led not by the an appending differentiation. It is on this night, that I begin to accede to my heart the truth, as I see it from this place, so deep within.  The beat of the base and the word is truth. Drawing now on the word of my news;
It is in  me to control the word,  as a source of truth, called my life. I am ready to believe on the controls and  in the density of the noise. The calm in my throat, as I voice_  The words that rise and follow my lead are saying from and on this inner ascent, that I really think that the choices made in this quest are ordered and factored by the surprise of the self fulfilling dynamic of belief on God as the savior of man. I love the Lord of Hosts and I dream of a day, when (I can just sing the long song  of life, as though it is my dream. Not that I hold the keys, but that I found my way.

So this reprise, comes from the rise of this new life. The surprise of the light lifting properties, that had been held in the dark. I am now the dream of me. Nothing can get in my way. Fifty-eight and feeling ten or thirty-three or just so full of hope. I surprise__ my deal to be the one I have always been looking for. Driving automatic down to the stage. Nothing scares me. I have been long surprised by how long the waite and now that life is here. Well, the deal is down,  and the rest is not the rust,  but the bright white vision of love lasting and blasting the hate and the fear away.

Realness and the view of the order of my mind is not casual faltering nothing. Not empty __entering the past... I patrol my new cast and construct my actions as acts of contrition and  hope. Belief on the order of heaven sent humble grace____I want to be of service and I want to act with the true nature of my being. I want to read the send and know that I have left it all behind. There is not reason to be afraid, anymore. Lead the way. wonderful dreamer of new life.  If not now, When?

I am becoming my instrument of change. It is all over me, and this is all new and the way it coming is not desperation, and  that 'once' I thought it was the new age, but it is the old age of the heaven and the God of my belief, and I knew this sorting out would take time, and I was always waiting and worrying, and now I am light for my own reasons, because I believe on the one true God and there is no longer the strange useless fear of not being sure. What can anyone do__to the change.  I sing of true love and there is no stage of reaction that can take my love from me.

I have found the beginning of what I have been looking for,  and I hope I surprise and bring hope, because, as we converse and change__Don't be scared, but my vision is that we inspire and aspire to be singers of new life. Writing verses and words that hold hope and devotion to the life, that leads the heart home to the real life within. Guard this love now.

And _____Now___I will reveal __the hope of my heart __
It is that you will all listen to the beauty and the hope_
of a singer named__Sarah Kelly on her album,
'Where The Past Meets Today' . She is probably on YouTube and she certainly has a web site. I'll check that out, but for now  I want to share her inspiration to me, even though, I am just on the edge of distracted.

I know she is not famous, but she has written some rockin' Christian
praise music. I mention that even though I was not aware of her inspiration until I looked at the label on this library cd...just awhile ago, as I got up from the desk for a moment...to remove kitty from the immediate area... 6 inches away. That was my intention, but kitty is still there ... must feel comfortable with my humanimal nature.

Tonight was meant to continue or begin with my trip back to Virginia. I am there. The plane thing.  It flew to Atlanta,  over and through the night,  and I was awake the whole time, which was cool,  because I was just looking down the aisle...waiting for sudden movement.. waiting to lead the charge.
My last time flying was the week before 9/11, coming back from Washington, and world would never be the same again...one week later.

Peace and freedom used as a weapon. What a choice. The events of these path years are landmark, because they describe a world without hope or joy. This is no act of  'noblesse oblige'. There is much,  that is the surviving grace.  Hope, love and service. Grace be kind to Thee.

Where is the joy in hurting the future of humankind under such a guise, as that. The actions proscribing the end of human hearted  faith.

We have come to know the more devious side of our contritition. We lack leaders that inspire hope and credit. We are sinking fast and the ship of state is not a bold and  inspiring sight. It is an artifact of blind vision and immoral terpitude. Blind faith in the subtraction of zeros. We are screwed unless we convey our hopes and dreams to and thru each other in our community of alms and  prayer. The terpsichorian dance of the saints.

What is a saint? A man or woman, who has dedicated their life to God and has inspired and aspired to reach for answers,  that are miraculous and hopeful. The inspirations of lives to be lived within by acts of action that make a difference ___without. I will look that definition up for my own edification, but I will leave my 'on the fly' description as a path to the area  I hope will lend  me to use obscure and abstract trust in my own intellect.
The brain to me__ Is__ a receiver of the Word, and as I see it__ I am at least,  somewhat,  on the trust function of listening to my inner voice.

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I will now get off the plane at the Richmond International Airport. It has probably been ten years, since I was there, and boy, has it changed. Wow! And I was constantly re-assured by the security or lack of security in the anouncements. Modernity, by Virginia standards, but so goes the world. What took Virginia fifty years has been done in China in ten.  I am wandering.

Dad was there at baggage claim, and we shared a deep moment of time and space.  In that lasting and wonderful moment...all was forgiven and foregotten and remembered, all in one squeeze of mutual blasto-plasmotic energia.

I was home. My real life was back, and that still remains. I am really here in my life, at last, and that means I accept my path. I came not by a perfect right of action and desire, but by a certain credit to my upbringing ...through and in
and out of time....a certain resolve to reclaim the wonderful magical singularity of being the child of  my  parents, and their hopes and dreams, and now that my folks have reached  near the far shore, and are walking on the beach of the future....They see in me the hope they felt, when I was born.
that I would grow up to be a real man and that is what I am, finally.
My father,  who doesn't read anything, other than technical and business and diagrammatic engineering treatises and treatments has always said, "R", 'You can write."  Thanks, Dad.

 Actually, he reads all kinds of things,  just not my modern bent for prolapsed and perverted literati treatments of the crazy altered life. New ages of collapsing atmospheres and mystery worlds, when all that time, there existed right in front of me the one true path for me. I had to fight my way back to getting real. I am still not all the way__ here.

So we went to the cabin cruiser van that is their mobility and there was Mom,  And she was beautiful in a very new order of beauty. She was dignified and present in the moment... looking on her first child, with such dreamy ancient eyes, that I saw her mother looking through her into me.

How do I get there from here?  I move on,  and it is a privilege to reclaim the moments, as a  extract of the  times, that we had over the next twelve days. It was great to be home and  it was ninety and sunny, and  I had just left 55 degrees and rain. It was 9 a.m., Saturday, September 29 ,2007.

So for tonight and today...That is all, and I shall continue, and the vein of this story... Is and should be, that I have finally begun to explore__ the true vein and nature of my future and my past. For now,  I must say,
Good Eve,TR

And so it began in a time, not too long ago.
I think I can remember enough to go there, again.
I want to bring my sense of time and place.
This was going to be a roll of order along the lines of a scroll.
I was going to read out the lines of how I came to my truth. I am not the best judge of it all. But there is certainly a new vein growing in my arm.
I want the scribe to scribble the length of the day ahead.
I want the note tuned to the surprise of being in such fine company.
I believe in my chest, that I have waited long and hard to hear this new voice.
My heart hears the call _ the age of the draw I have been holding in limbo.

Where, what, when, he speaks out___How can I write what is on my mind.
I do not See any regret. I see only peace and the ability to call on you as my friends. Where we are going is up to us. When they write of this time__
It will be said, __They heard only the voices within. They wanted to delight in the life.
Wonderful love __hoping for a season of  hope. Happening, believing.
The world needs each and everyone to discover the blend of action and decision. The design of gravity and desire. Falling from heaven's breath__ the dreams of true naturally ordered worth.

Where I go, when I look for me is not, yet, always a perfect pursuit. I look for the action of the moment,  and the music of the sway of the tones and actions of drawing down my registering of my own creation. I am merely traveling through time and space. My changes are of an order of progression and growth and depend on a certain desire to attain new connections and patterns of protection. The science of me is my ability to attain location and position of my expanding committment to gather up my actions and thoughts into the dreams of the orders that come in the swiftness of the fall. Falling forward he framed the past, and knew he had to trust the voice within.

Describing a moment and not letting the stern task master of critiscm__ criticize  the forward motion of the the path is the eguent. And there I became stuck__struck by a word out of nowhere, which in a moment registered as a somewhat French in flavor, and possibly meaning action , occurrence, or ( at very least an herbal balm).

I had no idea, and I hadn't even begun. Google the darn thing. Damn.
I am finding it wants me to accept, that I am looking for 'event'. Okay!

Answers.com__event( )n. Something that takes place; an occurrence.
 A significant occurrence or happening.

wikipedia.com__in programming an event is a software message that indicates something has happened, keystroke, mouseclick.

How about a party function. I am not dead in the water, but I was rolling, and I got struck down my a serial event of no more than five letters.

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So has any one,  like me,  wondered when I would be getting under way.
My purpose tonight was to write about my trip back to Virginia, because I want always__to remember how wonderful it was to spend that time with my past __in my past with my family_ of my childhood, and to have  my parents still here and to have them in such a wonderfully_ full  way. I was totally enthralled by the season and the deliberate order of the service of this truth.
It was a proscribed order of business driven by a sense of timing and a natural force of nature like a river changing course,   It came to my life by a certain chain of events and actions that brought me to be in Virginia at this most perfect time. Time was not perfect and we weren't perfect, but all in all, together we had everything we needed to appreciate the blessings of being together again. For me it was all, I needed to get started again, on something very close to my heart.

How am I to make my promises come true,  if I don't believe in myself.
I think thoughts that are greater than my own needs, but without them I am nothing__for they are a path I envisioned, when I was young.
I am not a great intellect,  nor am I a great voice,  but I have my humble beliefs and I believe on everyone__ falls the choice to take up the beauty of this world, and to carry the world ahead into truth. I am a footsoldier for the Truth. The crashing, breaking, hurtful world of pain and suffering,
which fails to offer the least of these, their childhood hopes and dreams as their success,  is my enemy.  I am aligned with God's plan for the healing of the world through and by Love, and I will always strive to breathe life into my hopes and dreams. I am glad that my life is small, because that is all I need.

 As for myself, I can no longer hide from the Truth. Each of us must cast their shadow across the world as our shield against the hate and pain, and find a way. All the ways it takes to break this cycle of fear and regret.

Where have you been? Using everything within me to bend the moment into a certain purpose that wins the victory we have to strive for. Not to pretend again to know,  that what has happened is out of our control. I am down here as a visual, emotive actor of time and space, and if I could sing it would be of the body electric___for I have concluded that we are not all wrong. We are certainly knowing we have the power to control our own thoughts and to persuade our vision to see the future__ as place worth  holding onto.

This has been fun___I am relaxing now, because I need to go to bed, and that is okay, because I have to go to my state job tomorrow and do my job to best of my ability, and I will be happy, and no matter what you might think of what I did tonight, it was always on my path to take this track and I will always be on this train. I don't understand this completely, but it is entirely out of my hands. I am taking responsibility for my part,  and I am happy to be on time and my place was held for me,  so I could be here tonight,  and I will roll along and the waves will wash away any blame . The cleansing emotion of love holds my purpose full of hope and the desire for that better world. We will grow together and the chill of love just drove up my back and I am holding everything in a special place in my heart. My breath is breathing me,  and I am remembering my name,  and I am hopeful and this __There is a sweetness to this place.

Read through__ and it is brave to think this way, but I am__ my hero.
Don't need to explain, I am a grownup___ now.
And those I look up to__ do their best,  and the world,  and we are still here, but there is so much to do. We must inspire each other to go beyond what we have been.   We are looking for real life ___Real hopes and dreams. Love Reigns Over All.

I speak for myself and I know the inspiration I take from others is intact and always brings me to think. What have I done to make the world a better place? It is Five after midnight and I must go, but what I have done tonight is alright. It was straight from the heart and I am satisfied that I spoke from the heart and I will continue to pray and love and be.

Hopefully, a better man____TR10/23/2007