A thought from 2001

So I've been sitting here wanting to share something but not knowing what. I opened my document files to the writings of 2001, and this one stood out to share. So I will share it. I think Laurel did a drawing around it that we sent to my Aunt who lives in Australia. It is my memory anyway. It seemed right tonight to add it to my growing blog site.

AMERICAN MOUNTAIN MAJESTY

North American skyline,
shining softly on the mountains of the West...
tested through the storms of Eons,
created in the turmoil of
Earth’s Birth.

Standing tall; pines, oak and beech,
reaching out to shade
the strata of life
that run and live below and around...

the ground squirrel, the deer, the elk,
the bear,
the insects there in all their variety and
glory...

a never ending story of death
and life
and the struggle to survive...

Intense is the Energy that
feeds all life there
in the high air of the
Rocky Mountain ranges.

Lakes and streams and beams
of sun and moon
are Heaven’s artwork...
the wind Her tune
that whispers through the trees and
around the rocks and grasses.

Time passes for man as a
blink of an eye
under the skyline of the mountains.
They stand as hope around man’s world
that seems to be falling under shadow.

The mountains stand patient in their
living of life.

Bruce K Bushman 12/30/01

The first thought this morning...

"Wisdom is blending the hope of a child with the experience of an adult."

I remember waking this morning from a dream where I had gone into a little used room in my home to look for something, and seeing the blinds open, I went to close them only to disturb a nest of birds that had taken over living there. They weren't afraid of me, but rather, they were interested in what I was.... and as in all dreams the vision somehow shifted to us being in a much larger room, or even outside, and I had gotten playful with the birds. I guess one of them had thrown something at me and I had swung at it with what I thought was a baseball bat. As more of the birds started getting into the spirit of the game, and throwing things my way I realized it was some sort of fruit, and when I looked down at what I was trying to swing at the fruit with, I had a banana in my hand, and the birds thought that this was a kick, and I couldn't hit a thing, and the more I swang at the fruit, the more they were unafraid of me and I of them...

I remember thinking that I wanted to tell Laurel when she got home that we had birds that had moved into one of the rooms upstairs but not to worry... they loved us...

And then I woke up with the thought in my head... "Wisdom is blending the hope of a child with the experience of an adult."

Now I'm no dream interpreter, but I wanted to write this down before I forgot in the light of a new day. Why this dream meant so much to me, I don't know. It's one of those little things that when you try to describe it to someone, the words all come out wrong and the visions seem nonsense, but you knew it had something to teach you... something you needed to learn, or remember.

The birds represented innocence in my dream, and my being there represented being a much more mature being letting go of preconceived notions and letting my silly side come out with a form of life that wasn't the same as my expression.

Anyway, I write it so as not to forget it.

I keep thinking maybe this dream was for the birds... (my critical analyzing self), but somehow, I am not sure it was!

To Rant, Perchance to Scream...

There are folks who are of the opinion that inanimate objects are just that... inanimate.

Don't give me that bunk! These must be folks who don't sit all day with one of these "marvelous tools" called computers staring at them in the face and... laughing sometimes! Yes, laughing!

These things not only are full of soul and will, they are also full of mischief, and love to make my day miserable sometimes! First off, try to get one of these things to even begin to do your bidding until they've had their morning Java. You might as well go get loaded and settled yourself before you even begin to think you are going to accomplish something some days.

If they reacted the same way every day, that would be something... but they don't! Take the other night for instance. Here I was trying to do too many things anyway (multi-tasking, I think we call it now...) and one of the things is that I'm trying to put a small book together in JPG form to send out to my friends, Didn't do anything different I did last week, but would it cooperate this time??? NOOOOO. To much to ask, I guess!

Ever try to sit through a scanning process? BORING! But it was only seven pages, so what the heck, ya know? Got them all scanned and just as I hit the button to put them together I get this error page that says... well, I don't rightly know what it says, but I KNOW the computer is Mocking Me!

So going back to patience lessons 101, I start all over. 1...2...3...4...5...6....7 scan them all in again, and up comes the same stupid "we ain't gonna do it again, here are your error choices you idiot human!" By this time I'm mad, and my will buttons are pushed and I'm gonna make this thing do my bidding or die trying!

Another 20 minutes.... ending in a silent snicker from my laptop as I failed yet again. I don't even care what the stupid message says this time... I "control, alt, delete" the damn thing and slam the cover down and slink off to my pity party that I was late for...


This morning I tried a different approach... I picked up my little mouse, rubbed it's little underside a cuddle or two, and in my best Scotty voice I whispered... "Good morning Computer!"

I'll be durned! No error messages... no grief... and the project is done!

Don't tell me you aren't alive and in my life just to make me crazy you technical beast you! But thanks for the help today! I couldn't have ranted without you!

Another New Blogger in the Family

So now my daughter has talked her mom into creating her own blog site as well. Bridget got having so much fun with the blogging process the night before, that she sat down here and guided and helped Laurel get going on her own blog site, which, I think, Laurel was a little hesitant to do.

But once you get Laurel hooked on a new toy, she really gets going, and she came out with her first blog last night and I absolutely enjoyed it! She calls it "There Ought to Be a Law Against it" and it is so Laurel!

So once again, I am going to be shameless, and put in a plug for another family member who has found this site and decided to blog for themselves.

I so look forward to her next installments of "There ought to be a Law Against it!" I just hope I don't find "hubbies" there any time soon!

My Daughter sets up a Blog Site

My daughter spent the night setting up her own blog site and beginning to post her own thoughts on the web. She is my daughter! It took me no time to sign up as one of her followers! Her site is called "Inside This Head These Thoughts Are Deep." It is a perfect name for her blog, as it fits her all too well.

As with all generations, the newer can teach the older so many things. I think I grew up with the belief that it is the older that should be teaching the newer (kind of a black and white way of thinking) generation how to live and what life's about. Actually, it probably takes listening ears on both sides of the equation.

I loved what she had to say. She said a few of my thoughts, but in a different perspective. And some of the things she had to say were new ways for me to look at things.

I think I know my daughter... she is so much like me in so many ways... but then, since I can't ride in her brain, how much do I really know her????

I know this much... I know that I am proud of her, that I love her very much... and that I am honored to have her as not only a daughter that has always been around me since she was born, but now that she is an adult, I also have a very wonderful friend!

Good going on your site! It is fun to have you around me in so many ways!

For a fellow artist. You know who you are!

Let's see, in 1983 I would have been around 26 years old! Just a reference point for you! Yes, I realized the universe turns slowly way back then!

OVERHEAD WALKS THE SUN
1983

Overhead walks the sun
in majestic stride...
not caring to run
eternal abide,
slow ride...
fast tempo to shun...
at peace... one.

The clouds softly drifting,
complimenting her pace...
slow movement, shifting...
knowing their place...
oft taking chase
then her chariot lifting...
her rays sifting

as they fall from the sky
to brush my face,
and capture eye...
feel their embrace...
time, space,
their merging nigh...
completed... sigh.

The sky’s movements urging
my soul to be purging...
my life unify...
my heart purify.

A New Year... A New Life

It has been so long.

I've written these words before, in my journals that few people see other than me.

2009 was so very hard on me. It's time to move on.

AFTER YEARS ALONE
1983

I tremble...
my hand at touch of pen to paper...
(and so soul to light)
to feel the words flow again
after so many years of hiding.

But trembling eases (slowly)
as once more the flow comes
through my heart, past pen,
and into my eyes gaze once more.

I still care...
and feel...

And I still need to express my heart
despite my fears of leaving traces
of my soul
for the world to trample.

I’ve been told by some close
that they miss those glimpses.
And as scared as I am
to touch you again,
dear paper...

I missed you, too.

Of course, it's all said electronically now, and everyone gets to put their opinion out on the airwaves for all to see. I made a rule a long time ago... if my writing goes out... I hope it is uplifting and beautiful to the eye that captures it. So even if it is just for me... as always... I gain therefrom!