Posts Tagged ‘dreams’

“Life’s blows cannot break a person whose spirit is warmed by the fire of enthusiasm.” ~Norman Vincent Peale

With everyone, there comes certain points in our lives where we find ourselves stymied by the chaos around us.  We long for a new and exciting perspective on life and we believe that this new life will bring with it the happiness and peacefulness we are missing.  Maybe so, but what will be your first steps?  Here are some thoughts on how to begin your journey:

Stop overthinking: Also described as the art of creating problems that aren’t even there.  Before you talk, listen. Before you react, think. Before you criticize, wait. Before you pray, forgive. Before you quit, try!

Let the past go: The truth is, unless you let go, unless you forgive yourself, unless you forgive the situation, unless you realize that the situation is over, you cannot move forward.”–Steve Maraboli

Believe in yourself: “Don’t wait until everything is just right. It will never be perfect. There will always be challenges, obstacles, and less than perfect conditions. So what? Get started now. With each step you take, you will grow stronger and stronger, more and more skilled, more and more self-confident, and more and more successful.” –Mark Victor Hansen

Reflection: The true purpose of self-reflection is to correct our mistaken thoughts and actions, and learn from them, thereby creating a more constructive life. Self-reflection is not just the simple act of discovering past mistakes and making up for these mistakes, like resetting a negative zero. The ultimate objective of self-reflection is the development of a more positive self.

My new direction: Ryeder’s Edge

Go far: Do not stop living.  Find and explore all the aspects of life that life has to offer.  Experiment, explore, dream, and run like there is no tomorrow.

Take chances: Do not be afraid of change.  Relish the variety that you can have in life simply by doing.  Do not sit on the porch and watch the big dogs run by.  Join them and feel the wind in your face.

Live passionately: Enjoy and savor the miracles of life.  Create and utilize the sights, sounds and smells that is part of the majesty and wonder of nature.  Encompass and cling to the free gifts of life, such as family, friends, and the connection you have to all.  And live like you have no tomorrow.

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The true meaning of Christmas

The true meaning of Christmas is the celebration of the incredible act of love.

Whether your personal belief accepts the Christian meaning or not, the bottom line is “Love”.

Pass it around.

“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him.”

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There was once a saint who was giving a discourse to a huge crowd of people in India. After he had finished talking, a young mother brought her baby to him to ask for healing as the child was seriously ill. He simply spoke a few words of blessing over the child. A man suddenly stood up in the crowd and shouted, you can’t just do that. How can a few words make any difference to this sick child? The teacher looked at him and then proceeded to hurl abuse and insults at him. The man reacted by flying into a rage and ran towards the teacher with the intention of hitting him. Just before he got to him, the teacher raised his hand and said, ‘Stop! Do you not see how my words have had the power to make you so angry? Why then should they not also have the power to heal?

Words can heal or harm and that is why we should speak few words, and when we do speak, we should make them kind and uplifting. If you cut others with your words, you cut yourself, and where is the wisdom in that?’



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Kicked back and enjoying some vintage tunes from the 50’s, I came across this and I was jolted back into simpler times.  Remember “The Stroll”?

The stroll was both a slow rock ‘n’ roll dance and a song that was popular in the late 1950s. Billboard first reported that “The Stroll” might herald a new dance craze similar to the “Big Apple” in December 1957. “The Stroll” was written by Clyde Otis and Nancy Lee and was recorded by the Canadian group the Diamonds (Mercury 71242). The Diamonds versions also featured a saxophone soloist.

The original version of the song reached number four on the Billboard pop charts, number five on the R&B charts, and number one on the Cashbox charts.

In the dance, two lines of dancers, men on one side and women on the other, face each other, moving in place to the music. Each paired couple then steps out and does a more elaborate dance up and down between the rows of dancers. Dick Clark noted the similarity of the dance to the Virginia reel.
“Seeing the future the Diamonds sought an original song to record. In the late spring of 1957, Chuck Willis’ “C.C. Rider” became the first of a string of rhythm and blues songs based on a dance named the Stroll. Clyde Otis, a songwriter who had with Nancy Lee written a song based on the new dance, approached the Diamonds. “The Stroll” became a huge hit partly as a result as a result of repeated airings on American Bandstand. “The Stroll” was perfect for television because it was exuberant and photogenic.”



On a local television dance show in Idaho in February 1958, local teens dance to one of the biggest dance crazes out of the late-1950’s called The Stroll, which originated from American Bandstand. This dance was performed in a line formed with boys on one side and girls on the other, creating an isle between them. The boy and girl in the front of the line would meet up in the middle, grab hands and stroll their way down the line, as the other kids in the line would move their way up to the front using the same dance steps that the couple moving down the line would use, but move from side to side instead. When the first couple made their way down the line, another couple would meet in the middle and stroll down the isle.


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Maybe… if I fall into a long, deep slumber, I could stride the vast ocean’s edge or scale a high mountain’s granite ledge as a rose red sun descends into a fiery tinctures, to mingle and slowly fade. Or maybe I could escape into towering clouds that enfold the brilliance of an azure sky? Casting my shadow on rolling surf or jagged peaks. To sing the song of the wind and to observe it’s battle with lightly falling rain, or of shadowed dances and surrender of sun to clouds. To observe the balance between life and death and to relish that which lies between the two. To run, to laugh, to perceive the gifts given to us. To know the harmony of heart and spirit, blanketed in the stillness of serenity without design.


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I do not consider porch sitting to be a sign of laziness, or procrastination. Sitting on my porch, kicked back in an old hand me down rocking chair, my feet resting on the railing I feel contentment. My home surrounded by pine trees, open meadows and ranch land. Looking across the valley to distant hills, and listening to the wind as it blows between these two mountain ranges leaves very little to be desired. During the night, I sit and listen contently as the owls talk to each other, or listen to the high pitched howls of the coyotes bounce around the night sky . Sometimes the lightning will flash and illuminate the hills with deep matted textures. Thunder rolls down the valley and echoes into the dark cloud enshrouded sky, only to be repeated, over and over again until stillness saturates the wet forest.

I also do not consider that porch sitting is only available for those who actually own porches. I have sat and witnessed these mystical sites from many other advantage points. Soft, desolate beaches while watching the foamy, white surf as it crashes on jagged granite. Or sitting on a mountain ridge, listening to a heavy rain as it beats a steady rhythm on a tent while I try to stay dry. And even sitting in a city apartment, gazing out through the dirty haze of a window and watching as the wind sweeps the wet rain horizontally down the concrete sidewalks only to splash against an old brick building.

I do consider porch sitting to reign  high on my list of essentials as it holds the essences of tranquility, of connectedness and numerous remembrances. It is a retreat from the mundane. A brief experience in the unadulterated complexities of existence, nature, and of God. A time to reflect, and to dream. I am not afraid that if given unlimited time to sit and watch and listen to this gift, that it may become routine. Something with such majesty can never become prosaic.


I also do not consider porch sitting as just a solo undertaking. It is a place of sharing. A place to converse with family and friends.


I have many memories as a porch sitter. Many good, and some challenging, some that brought closeness and trust, and some that provided closure.




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