Some days one might be walking in unbroken sunshine, but see a dark ominous cloud off in the distance. And one can tell that distant cloud is delivering rain, harboring a fierce wind, and carrying misery in its wake.
Otherwise, all else is peaceful and near to perfect.
One can simply be grateful and feel blessed, and go on with the sunny day, or go to the cloud and wait out the storm with the friend ‘neath its wrath. Some souls haven’t the power to run from that cloud. But others have the power to go to it…and bring a bit of shelter with them. This is perhaps the best use of the term, “save it for a rainy day…” Matthew.
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This is, “that rainy day”.
Posted in Uncategorized on August 27, 2014| Leave a Comment »
the pill
Posted in Uncategorized on August 13, 2014| Leave a Comment »
It’s not the bitter pill that’s so hard to swallow, but the lump in one’s throat that adds difficulty to such a simple act…MLL
Of Angels and feathers
Posted in Faith and Hope, inspirational, life lessons, Uncategorized on August 13, 2014| Leave a Comment »
She: I’ve been working hard to not fall down. It’s been tough.
he: I felt broken today. Took the night off of work
she: I know the feeling. I took two days off last week. Spent one of the days mostly just crying.
he: …and you know, when we’re doing God’s work and do fall sometimes…we land very softly. Angels keep us from crashing down.
Then, just act as if you meant to be there…like you were picking something up. And a feather will appear in your hand.
Angels lose feathers. Especially Grandma Angels. I found one in the dash of my little car.
she: I like that
he: Of course you do…because it is true. AND I just now wrote it just for you.
But I may share it with the world. ‘Cause that’s how God works.
Go and have a good night. Your Uncle loves you thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis much! (arms opened all the way)
she: Ditto. Sleep well.
he: Of Angels and feathers; that’s all the proof I need.
Fatherhood…
Posted in Uncategorized on August 8, 2014| Leave a Comment »
A father is a father from the moment of conception until the last memory of him fades…which ought be never..MLL
The waters…
Posted in Uncategorized on August 6, 2014| Leave a Comment »
If love be energy, and life be a dam, and passion be the water behind it…Then love is the gates that let the water flow through it. I have to say that if one were to open the flood gates all at once, there would be a spectacular moment and a flow, a rush, a torrent that rages uncontrolled…then nothing.
If one gives just a tiny bit freedom to trickle, there would be not enough flow to turn the generator, no notice of the intentions there…just a loss of potential and again, nothing.
But if one chooses to hold in reserve just enough to sustain a flow over time, to spin the veins into motion, and let the current flow…there would be light and another would notice. There would be heat and warmth would be a conduit for a bit of passion. There could be left a still and deep water behind that dam…enough to sustain a certain bit of mystery beneath the surface. There would be the essence of promise kept there for a future of the benefits of holding back just enough to keep things churning and certain…And surely there will always be enough desire to add a rainfall to the reserve there and keep life and love alive.
One should neither close nor fling open those locks. One needs to find a very happy and enticingly happy medium. Then there is scenery, a store of energy, promise, and the power of love to make it all worth while.
And too, a simple thankful air that faith is good and rewarded by all that comes from the will to hold enough in reserve to sustain a good and long life.
Have a great Wednesday all…and let a little extra out today, so others might water the garden that is their life and well being. Matthew
Three great things that makes up a good life…
Posted in Uncategorized on July 30, 2014| Leave a Comment »
A tear on your cheek leaves a trail of a tale, that welled up there in your eyes. Be it love, joy, or a heart broken time. Be it pride of a vicarious moment, or just a quiet knowing of things, the eyes can’t hide the truth. There is scarcely anything more telling and beautiful than such a scene unfolding in the blink of an eye…Be alive, be genuine, and true in your soul friends…go ahead and cry. I may just join you.
A smile is the recollection of a moment, the reliving of a day, the re-tracing of a journey, the recurring gift of life’s miles. A smile is the conduit for laughter to follow, for love to blossom, to incite a spontaneous air of joy. I love the smiles that occur when I am on my own, because it means I am truly not alone. It means that I am capable of recalling the good times, and am being embraced from within, by family and friends from afar…I love as well the smiles that come of spending time together. They are the unguarded result of joy shared, of bearing life well, of knowing you cared and gave of yourself.
A grin is the quiet and sheer joy of a proud moment shared in the life of your child…the piano recital he played, the problem solved, the hurdle scaled. A grin is silent applause for a moment lived aloud…The giving of thanks, without stealing the moment that another has earned the spotlight for. A grin is the culmination of efforts on the parts of many, and simply saying a prayer of thanks for what God has allowed. A silent saying of well done and tip of a proverbial hat…a beautiful thing nearly kept to yourself. Nearly, but still a partial secret within. Thank God for a grin.
And all three together, simply put; love of life.
The harvest
Posted in Uncategorized on July 28, 2014| 1 Comment »
Look to oceans, and look to the sky…look to the heavens and you’ll understand why.
Walk to the forest, and sing to the trees. Wander the meadows and let those tears feel the breeze.
Come to the valley, the gardens, and newly mowed hay…and you’ll find me…taking pictures, saving moments, and finding my words there. Later I’ll write them for your healing. And soon you’ll be feeling the soothing sounds there near the creek, the song of the dove, and a true friend’s love.
And come sunset you’ll come to realize what I harvest is care…and I have it all bundled for you. ‘Cause that is simply what friends do…Matthew
A code to live by every day…
Posted in Uncategorized on July 16, 2014| Leave a Comment »
Keeps your chins up friends. This in not a life of waiting till Fridays. It is a life to be lived, every day. They are all gifts, and can quickly become the last time you get to see someone or to be doing something good in your life. Today is a chance to smile, to earn, to effect good karma, and to love someone in person. Live your days friends, don’t spend them. MLL
My week doing IT work in a hospital emergency department…
Posted in Uncategorized on June 3, 2014| Leave a Comment »
Just a few more machines to touch on in the ED (ER) at the hospital here. It has been a pleasure and a privilege to work with those fine people in the midst of ‘their world’, and to witness the daily rigors. All whilst trying my best to stay out of their way.
A lot of what they do is slightly similar to the stuff one sees on TV, be it drama or documentary. But a lot of it isn’t. And the benign cases that can be displaced by life threatening cases delivered by ambulance from one moment to the next can be heart wrenching to a casual observer like myself. But at the same time, one and all seem to remain objective, focused, and effective.
I can but only imagine what runs through an ER workers’ heart and mind after all is said and done at an eventful work day’s end.
I have admiration and empathy for what they are called upon to do one a constant basis. These are a special breed of folks, getting far too little credit for what they truly accomplish constantly. God bless the good souls who shoulder the load and manage to do so with a level of dignity, humor, and a great deal of care.
It has been honor to do my deed amongst them all. I’m humbled and grateful for the vicarious education I have been gifted there over the last five days or so.
It’s nearly dawn. Not easy to wind down when I get home at 2 or 2:30 am…Time to try and sleep. MLL
For my Dad in his 80th spring…
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged dad, father, father's day, father's day poetry, father's day prose, for dad, poetry for dad, prose for dad, writing for dad on May 19, 2014| 2 Comments »
Having a quiet day in my place here on this Sunday. The pole position is set for the Indy 500, Don Williams is playing through my nice bedroom system. I should mow, I should dust and put stuff away. But God rested on Sunday, so I will too.
I’ve been thinking about my Dad…our Gordy has gotten old. He’s worked and drove and loved and given all he had to give. And yet he toils and mows and dusts and reads and remembers.
Dad and his girls
My Dad is akin to a tired aged grape vine. Many decades in the sun and cold. Years of fruition and harvest. If grapes be children, and wines be their labor…Well Gordy has more than done his job. Even now when the vine is barren, the rains don’t fall…the nights are longer and the longing is fading. Here we sit in dusty bottles. The fruits of his labors, the best he had to give. And the younger vines still hold bunches of sweet fruit. The circle remains…
Not all wine is sweet, not all grapes are desired…but with pride and gentle love remains Gordy…mostly missing the love of his life.
The days are a precious commodity now. Father’s day will soon be at hand. And there sits the keeper of memories, the teller of stories, the holder of babies. A slightly gnarled and resting old vine.
You’ve earned your rest Dad, and unlike some others, I forgive you for having gotten old. You’re my hero, my wonder, my pride. You’re my Momma’s only man, just as she was your only girl…
I hope your sleep is peaceful, and your memories grow more kind. I hope you’re satisfied and proud of me…Love ya Dad. Your boy Matthew, your number four son.
Matthew Lyle Landsman 