SUNRISE - December 6, 2011

December 6, 2011 Sunrise 6:57 a.m.

“Sometimes it seems that just when you can’t think things could get any worse…they do.  Life is much like an hourglass filled with the sand of time.  Often there is an event, that as if turning your hourglass over, you will have the opportunity to begin anew.”

SUNRISE - July 3, 2011

July 3, 2011 Sunrise 5:46 am

“Most people never run far enough on their first wind, to find out if they've got a second. Give your dreams all you've got, and you'll be amazed at the energy that comes out of you.” - William James

SUNRISE - June 7, 2011

June 7, 2011 Sunrise 5:41 am

    

     Happy is the man who finds wisdom and understanding for the gain from it is better than gain from silver and profit better than
    gold.      

                                                          - Proverbs 3:13,14

SUNRISE - January 9, 2011

 “In just two days from now, tomorrow will be yesterday”. – shared by Pila of Hawaii

It is interesting how our undeveloped future, our events that have not yet happened, our magnificent experiences that have not been even imagined, all will soon be history, disappearing at lightning speed,  in our rear view mirror.

January 9, 2011 Sunrise 7:24 am

What do we choose to carry forward into tomorrow, like a wayfaring traveler light of burden, bereft of pack, with only the vessel of our mind and soul to hold whatever value we glean from today?  Tomorrow holds all the promise in the world.  All things are still possible.  It is the aura of the Christmas Eve of our youth when the Appaloosa pony and bright shiny skates were still achievable, our dreams neither dashed nor fulfilled; when we still believed.

The constant flow of time, like a surging river that will not be stopped as it moves unrelenting towards the sea, will have its destiny as it arrives inevitably at yesterday. Boulders, trees, bends and turns have interaction with the water’s flow, but not its ultimate destination. The seemingly immovable earth is sculptured, polished, or slowly ground into sand and soon, oblivion. 

Man is the rock.  Daily, the magnificent boulder or tiny stone that we perceive ourselves to be has an interaction with the flow of TIME, as its essence rushes over, under, around and through us, unrelentingly seeking tomorrow.  How do we use that moment?  The daily concert of our lives exposes us to a world premier of sounds never before heard by anyone else.  What do we desire to garner from the notes as they touch us?  They are not ours to hold, to possess, nor to own.  They are only ours to enjoy, experience, hear and to learn.  Do we choose to deny, ignore, disregard, or turn a deaf ear to the day by day message that explains who and what we are, how we came to this moment, and what we are to become tomorrow? When we listen, our soul is sculpted and polished.  Anything less grinds our spirit to sand [Sand n. Small loose grains of worn or disintegrated rock].

“How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives”.  ~ Annie Dillard

SUNRISE - January 8, 2011

“Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite.  Or waiting around for Friday night or waiting perhaps for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil or a better break or a string of pearls or a pair of pants or a wig with curls or another chance.  Everyone is just waiting”.  ~ Dr. Seuss

January 8, 2011 Sunrise 7:24 am

Perhaps the immense value of TIME is wasted on the young.  Only as one begins to count the grains of sand left in the hourglass, does the true worth of golden time begin to dawn (the precursor to Sunrise) on each of us.

“Good things come to those that wait”.  (…Is an English phrase propounding the virtue of patience) Waiting for what or whom?  It is ‘seize the day’, not ‘wait for the day’.  How about ‘death comes early to those that wait’ or ‘wait not and want not’ or as Benjamin Franklin said: “You may delay, but time will not”.

January 8, 2011 Sunrise 7:24 am

"We wait. We are bored.        No, don't protest, we are bored to death, there's no denying it. Good. A diversion comes along and what do we do? We let it go to waste... In an instant all will vanish and we'll be alone once more, in the midst of nothingness!"    - Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot