August 29, 2008

  • My Love For You Will Last Forever

    To Carol on our Wedding Day

    My Love For You Will Last Forever

    September 7, 2008




    Carol,


    Today, I will try tell the world


    just how much you mean to me.


    Today I will try tell the world


    just how much I love you,


    and today,


    I will try tell the world


    just how I am the happiest man


    on the face of the earth.




    Carol,



    I remember the day it all began,

    like it was yesterday:



    That August day when you walked through that door,


    the clouds parted,


    the sun shone down,


    and I saw you standing there,


    short blue skirt,


    long jacket,


    squinting,


    - looking for someone -


    And as I look back


    I like to think it was me.





    I didn't know it at that time


    but not only would I fall in love with you


    I did not know that I would be so


    inspired by you:


    The way you love your family,


    the way you stand by your friends;


    your passionate embrace


    of everything you touch,


    your honesty,


    all you do;


    All of these things have taught me


    the faith,


    the honor


    and the love in your heart.


    and through these examples,


    you revealed


    the love you have for me,


    a love that shines softly,


    from your green eyes.






    And now that I have found you


    how the world has changed for me:


    it has become clearer,


    It has become so much brighter,


    and oh so much happier.




    And because of you


    I have become more focused and intent.


    And I know why:


    God gave me someone to live for,


    Carol, he gave me you.





    Carol, I have a confession:



    I can no longer


    live without your kisses on my lips


    and our "I love you's" ringing


    like a blessing in my ears.



    I can no longer


    walk in forests or on beaches


    or along hidden lakes


    without expecting you to be by my side.



    I can no longer


    see you atop a mountain, smiling, tip-toe
    on its peak


    without thinking


    "here is an angel landing."



    I can no longer


    go a day without your touch


    or the night


    without reaching out to you.



    I can no longer


    see a couple holding each others hand,


    walking down the street, helping each other,


    without thinking of us, thinking of our journey,


    and, as with everything,


    thinking of you.



    Carol, I can no longer be without you.




    Carol,


    I am not a poet.


    If I was a poet perhaps


    I could have arranged these words


    so they sounded like


    silver, or crystal, or the peeling of bells!;




    So now I will quote a real poet, Pablo Neruda:


    Since then I am because you are,


    Since then you are, I am, we are,


    and through love I will be


    you will be


    we'll be.



    Carol,



    You know


    how much you mean to me,


    how much I love you,


    and how you have made me


    the happiest man on the face of the earth.




    Maybe I will never be able to tell the



    world just what you mean to me.



    But I can promise you this:


    I will try to show you every minute,


    of every hour, of every day,


    just how much I love you.













    The Colour Of My Love

    I'll paint a sun to warm your heart

    Knowing that we'll never part.

    I'll draw the years all passing by

    So much to learn, so much to try.

    I'll paint my mood in shadow blue,

    Paint my soul to be with you.

    I'll sketch your lips in shaded tones,

    Draw your mouth to my own.

    I'll trace a hand to wipe your tears

    And trace a look to calm your fears.

    A silhouette of dark and light

    To hold each other oh so tight.

    I'll paint the stars in the evening sky,

    Draw the light into your eyes,

    A touch of love, a touch of grace,

    To softly fall on your moonlit face.

    And with this ring our lives will start,

    Let nothing keep our love apart.

    I'll take your hand to hold in mine,

    And be together through all time.

    David Foster and Arthur Janov


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August 15, 2008

July 22, 2008

  • That Time We Met

    You would have to start

    with her green eyes

    that day we met.

    August heat,

    thunder clouds parting

    the minute she

    walked in.

    Frozen there my memory,

    a short skirt, a bright smile,

    the summer sun

    a spotlight!

    Just offstage in the wings

    waiting to make

    my grand entrance

    a hello.

July 15, 2008

  • Scribe Fire Add-In for FireFox

    I am composing this using the scribe fire add-in for FireFox. Significantly better than the editor that comes with xanga. I have not tried out advanced features or linking to uploaded pictures but by hitting F8 and opening an editor window I can blog quickly and easily.

    Caution, not intended for use at work ... much ... or even all the time; maybe a little. OK, that's my main attraction to it; the quick work blog.

    Later!

January 5, 2008

  • On The Ledge

    A bicyclist zig zagging, attacking a steep steep mountain grade,

    each pedal stroke taking the full weight of the rider,

    a maximum effort - a fully loaded press

    and another, slow torture, no relief,

    the pine trees tall and leaning into the hill, droop

    their boughs and stand impassively in the sweltering

    July heat.

    He pounds on,

    slowly

    rising,

    sometimes almost crossing directly across

    the road, sometimes attacking directly when the

    hill allows it, lets up its relentless weight.

    Cathedral Ledge, NH

January 4, 2008

  • New Years New

    Another Year!  What's new?  New location for work; Wedding to plan; new deal?

    Is it the newness that makes us change?  Allows us to even consider it?  When do we decide that changing will happen ... later, that we will hold on for now realizing a change is necessary but either too comfortable, too content or too unmotivated we hunker down in our daze.

    The "in the moment" philosophers, those that espouse that there really is only now and all the rest is nothing more than psychological chafe sent to take our consciousness spiraling down must have a great sense of liberation, of constant newness, eternal beginnings.

    Yet here I am with a fresh new year at hand.  How do I keep the newness going all year?  Live in the moment?  The "momenteers" must miss all the wonderful anticipation; along with its angst; miss the speculative and the contemplative; and all its negative trappings and slip all those hands keeping us, holding us tightly away from now.

    So to live in the now that needs to plan and anticipate the future, needs to review, and revel even, in the past while acknowledging we are doing so now!

    Should this be called the internal now; not having external senses the internal only has delayed input, past references and thus needs always to predict future inputs. 

    What a nice new Now the New Year has brought!

January 1, 2008

  • Tis the Season

    Tis the season.  We have drank and are quite merry.  We wish you all the best in '08.

    And what have we been up to you may ask?  The last ten days in photo ...

    There was a night in Boston, overlooking the Common ...

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    A storm came in the night to blanket and obscure.

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    There were walks along the Merrimak, the winter light playing soft and low ...

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    Christmas Eve with friends and relatives ...

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    Christmas Dinner ...

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    and some of the guests were definitely tired ...

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    And New Years Eve.

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    May you all have a wonderful 2008.

     

December 24, 2007

  • For My Love On Christmass

    ... tomorrow my honey will find these words I penned in her card.

    The most precious gift is
    you, us, we.

    We couldn't be as in love,
    as close, as inseparable if
    we did not realize we are
    each other's Christmas miracle,
    the star overhead guiding each
    other, faith, love and devotion
    is given, gotten and cherished.

    This year before our 'first
    Christmas' together as man and
    wife will be as special as every
    second of every day.  In a word

    Spectacular!

    Love, Rick

August 28, 2007

  • So we did a bit of this and a bit of that

    I took this pretty girl

    to a B&B in Bar Harbor looked out on the harbor where the Margaret Todd waited

       

    where we climbed mountains overlooking this

    and rode these

     

    to take pictures of vistas

    and encountered people riding these

    and loved and laughed the whole week long.

August 26, 2007

  • Bar Harbor Blues

    I just returned from Bar Harbor ... an amazing place if I ever saw one.  I hadn't been there in over twenty years and had decided to take my fiance there for her birthday (one numbered ending in a zero.)  I hope my soon to follow photos will do it justice.

    Still in Vacation mode; on my deck listening to the birds (I think it is a tit mouse) and drinking a juice concoction we found up there.  It's simple but tasty, try it; orange juice in a serving container and add enough cranberry juice to make the mixture look like grapefruit juice.  The taste is better than both parts.

    Now, to deal with that voice mail my manager left me   Nope, not yet, still in vay-K mode.