Journey & Adventure

Life as I know it is out of control. I just need to get a grip and a grab a hold. Of something, anything to hold on tight. Better yet, I’ll take a flight. To the hills, mountains, forest or beach – just anywhere that’s out of reach. From the hustle and bustle of corporate tussles. To gain respect, to gain control. In the end, it sucks your soul. Going here, going there, never really getting anywhere. In the end, I know I’ll win, but until then – it’s spin, spin, spin. I’m told things happen for a reason. Like wind, rain and change of season. Don’t lose your mind, don’t lose your soul. Just grab a hold and take control. Good things are meant to last, but until then – they can kiss my a$$.

This was my favorite poem as a child.   My mother used to read it to me on Christmas Eve.   I used to have it memorized.   Then when The Boy was younger, I would read it to him.   He used to have it memorized too. Twas the Night Before Christmas Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads. And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below. When, what to m...