At one time or another, we all face difficult decisions. Today I was faced with one of the most difficult and heart-wrenching decisions I’ve had put before me. Shortly after making a final decision, one that I’m sure will continue to haunt me for months to come, I remembered something I wrote many years ago.
As poetry goes, it’s not anything special, but the message within it gave me pause and solace.
We should always remember babbling brooks
And not worry so for yesterday
Nor the mysteries of tomorrow
For with every day will come hardships
And every night new fear
But we should always remember a babbling brook
And know even over rocks, life may run smoothly
Life has a way of throwing rocks in our way and we climb over them, stop in their shadow, or crumble under their weight. Brooks, however, always go over, so it’s good to remember babbling brooks as we worry for yesterday and fear tomorrow.
The Rocky mountains have a special place in my heart, having spent a lot of time exploring them during my childhood.
To wrap up my trip to Denver for WordCamp Denver, 2016, my wife and I took our two kids for a short hike at O’Fallon Park, 45 minutes west of Denver. It’s an area located somewhere between the foothills and the western peaks and made for an excellent place to replenish ourselves with the great outdoors. Continue Reading
I, like millions of others, make my living in front of a screen. For 8 to 12 hours every day, I am glued to it, information flowing from its luminescent glow in through my eyes to my brain. Continue Reading
There is something wonderful about mulberries. Their flavor is minimal, they stain everything, but they always remind of great childhood memories when my brother and sisters would spend all day picking and eating the purple berries. Continue Reading