The bluebonnets in my front flowerbed are up with a vengence this year . . . perky, full, reaching toward the sun, and the most beautiful steel blue color . . .
Our nearby local park . . . you turn a corner on the walking path, and "bam" . . . the bluebonnets just surprise you . . . they are popping up everywhere.
And, we are seeing them on the sides of the highway throughout the DFW area. This time of year, it is often a wise idea to drive on the service roads, so you can see the flowers better . . . and not cause an accident on the highway because you are driving too slow!!!
Where is my camera??
To a Texan . . . bluebonnets mean spring is here. I am a happy Texan!
The two or three of you who read this blog at least weekly, know that I spent two years trying to get myself ready both emotionally and spiritually for my 50th birthday. I began to understand in my spirit about two years ago, that something profound was going to happen to me when I turned 50.
Well, for once . . . I got it right!
This one year of my life has been a watershed of emotional, physical, relational and spiritual healing in my life. I am not not the same person I was back on May 7th, 2007, when I turned 50. And this is not so much about "finally growing up," as some have suggested . . . as it has been my "going back" to heal and take care of my inner and adolescent child.
For the first time in a very, very long time . . . this individual and unique child of God likes himself very much. For many years, that has not always been the reality of how I felt about myself.
Now, however . . . the smile I wear on my face is the real me . . . not some "pretend"…
On "Fat Tuesday," February 5th, I gave up "obesity" for Lent.
As of this morning . . . I have lost 29 pounds.
Quite frankly, and not to brag . . . I am proud of myself. I'm not quite to the point where I have to start thinking about new clothes, but that day won't be too far off. I did have to purchase a new belt the other day. My old belt size, in the same style and color of the belt I bought, would have cost $2 more!
Woo Hoo! I am all for saving a few bucks here and there.
It is dark and rainy today . . . but it is going to be a good day.
I was sad to learn that one of my favorite authors, Colin Fletcher, passed away in 2007. For years I have enjoyed his books, especially The Complete Walker, The Man Who Walked Through Time, The Thousand Mile Summer, and The Winds of Mara.
Colin was a walker / hiker. It was his passion. He was even called the "godfather" of hikers. The Compete Walker (4 editions) is considered by many as the hiker's bible. The Man Who Walked Through Time, which I am currently re-reading, is about his walk through the Grand Canyon. He was the first person to do so walking from the north rim, through the canyon, to the south rim. It took him a little less than two months.
I have always loved the idea of walking . . . but never put much effort into it. Riding a bike was faster. Riding in a car was easier.
The truth is . . . walking isn't very much fun when you are quite-a-bit overweight.
I probably sound like a hypocrite . . . having a subscription to BackPacker Magazine, but never going on …
Some of you are aware that I gave up obesity for Lent.
Seriously . . .
I've always taught others who ask me "What should I give up for Lent?" to give up something that was keeping them from a closer relationship with God . . .
Or . . . to give up a habit that was, in simplest form and thinking . . . destructive.
So . . . in the attempt to practice what I preach . . . on Ash Wednesday, February 6th, 2008, I gave up obesity in preparation for Easter Sunday.
I've learned a lot.
First (Hooray!) . . . I have lost 24 pounds as of this morning!
Second . . . the secret to dieting is . . . . Water!
Those of you who know me . . . know that I have a seriously destructive appreciation / longing / addiction to Diet Dr. Pepper. Diet Dr. Pepper has caffiene. Getting off caffiene is a serious positive step toward losing weight.
But . . . that means you have to drink water. Yuck!
However . . . a friend of mine, and my wife, both told me to quit drinking ice water.
I think electric guitars are not the right tool for me . . . at this time!
I want to reserve my right to revisit the issue later on . . . especially if a new path is presented for my consideration and possible travel.
My calling and mission is to make a joyful noise. I know now how I do that best . . . but I certainly don't want to limit any other possibilities. If there is a joyful noise that needs making . . . then I am going to try and make it . . . even in a new way if needed.
Thank you, Lord, for friends, and for spiritual insights that follow after a very good nights sleep.
Yesterday, I took two guitars to the luthier's for a friend. We began talking about electric guitars, and I shared the frustration I was having with learning to play them.
Kerry said, "Are you saying you like how they sound, but that you don't like playing them?"
Today, my friend Floyd (he is doing well and immersed in the current tax season) asked me if I had lost the "fire" to play electric guitar.
Hmmmmm . . . well, it seems that I have lost the "fire."
In the past month, I have returned all but two of my electric guitars. Both of the ones I have left are gifts from dear friends, so I am keeping them. But the Sheraton and the Tele . . . they are gone.
Anyway, I can make my Martin D-16 or Alavarez jumbo sound a lot better than an electric when I run either of them through my pedal board.
Losing the "fire." I may never have had it to begin with . . . and maybe I hoped I could acquire it by acquiring new instruments.