Monday, September 9, 2013

I Believe in a Beautiful World


I believe in a beautiful world. All around us darkness is falling. Death seems to have invaded our world more often and more suddenly than we could ever prepare for. Sickness and sadness float like a cloud above our heads. Acts of terror have ripped children from their perfect young lives way too early it would seem. Young men and women rising up to be leaders find themselves in the deserts of Afghanistan looking down a barrel at the wrong end of a gun. Natural disasters tamper with our lives ripping from us every tangible possession. Success one day seems to end in failure all too often. No matter how high an education or how dedicated to a career you are, there is no assurance that you will find a job. And yet, I believe in a beautiful world.
            I believe in happiness and I believe in hope. I believe in God and in childlike faith. Take a walk outside and look up at the sky. Look down at the grass, look out at the natural world. No errors have been made here, no blotches or glitches have occurred. Take another walk, this one down the path of your life. If you look intently enough you’ll find the good, you’ll find the happy memories, and the times you simply could not stop laughing. Perhaps you’ll remember when your arms were wrapped tightly around that loved one that is no longer here, you still have that beautiful moment to hold on to. Even in the face of your darkest memories, beauty still exists.
            I believe in dreams and the pursuit to fulfill them. I believe in ambition though it may blind us from the price of success. I believe in the hope of a beautiful tomorrow, even if it is in the face of a less than beautiful today. I believe in the constant stimulation of learning, and the exploration of the unknown. I believe that over time we change with a changing world, and that with that changing world its ok for our dreams to change. We may never reach the goals we once had, but perhaps we’ll reach another instead. In the words of that old English poet, “you can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometime, you might find, you get what you need.”
            I believe in honesty and in down to earth people. Be real, be who you are, don’t fake it, don’t be who your not, be true, and above all be compassionate. Take a moment in your life and make a difference. Serve food at a local homeless shelter, go to the jungles of Africa and help a poor village, visit an orphanage and show some kindness, look your employees in the eyes and show them you care. Smile at the world and watch it smile right back at you. I believe in a beautiful world and that belief writes an equation where the good will always outweigh the bad.

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

My thoughts on classical music...


   Music reflects the time and place in which it was written. Aaron Copland, who was considered to be the first truly American composer, reflected the sound of the wild west in many of his pieces. Anyone who listens to the overture to "William Tell" or "Billy the Kid" can hear the clip clop of horses hooves and the creaky wheels of horse drawn wagons throughout the pieces. His music reflected that era in American history in a very beloved way. Over the years American music has drastically changed to reflect the drastically changing times. From the early European influences of Beethoven and Stravinsky, to the jigs and fiddles of the Irish emigrants, to the 60's rock music which young people used to create an identity apart from their parents, each element of music added to the repertoire has resulted from a changing society.
     It is no wonder then, in this crazy, modern society that we live in, that the music of today is loud and crazy as well. Classical music, in some sense, has gone out of style. Its beauty and peacefulness  no longer reflect society. But even though it no longer reflects a peaceful time, it can still bring beauty to its listener. Perhaps it stands out more now than ever before. Go to a classical concert and watch the audience. The music, though not upbeat enough to make a audience clap along or stand and scream, has a different effect. It has the power to touch a soul with nothing but pure beauty, its  contrast from the fast moving world outside the concert hall is somewhat startling at first, it doesn't fit in, but for the listener, it can bring back, even for a moment, a time of stillness and quiet, a hour of beauty and peace.
     I enjoy modern music just as much as anybody else but I have also grown to appreciate the complexity of classical music. I have sat in the concert hall many times over the past few years and pondered why this music didn't seem to fit in with modern society and came the realization that it no longer reflects society. However, in the scary day and age in which we live, there is a lot of sadness and a lot of wrong going on. School shootings, the murder of innocent children, and the bombs that are no longer on the battlefield but in our home towns where we least expect them. Perhaps now more than ever we could use a little beauty here and there.
     So in conclusion, yes, I am a advocate for classical music. It contains a complexity and requires a talent that is not always found in today's music. Enjoy the modern music that reflects the world in which you live, but, when you could use an escape, go to a classical concert.

This video features one of my favorite violinists.... turn it up really loud and enjoy...


Sunday, April 14, 2013



I found this  today...something I wrote a long time ago. It has a lot of errors as a poem but it was a good reminder for me today about Gods comfort so I thought I'd post it.


The Hand of God

You are right here, you are beside me
You hold me close, your arms around me
When I can’t feel, you place my hands in yours
When I can’t see, you guide mine back to yours
When I am discouraged, you lift me up
You give me joy, my sorrow is broken up
When I want to hide away, you push me to stand
You don’t stop there; you shove me further than I planned
You give me confidence to face the world, you give me hope, you give me courage
You trust me with knowledge, no longer am I held in unlearned bondage
So incredible you bequeathed your wisdom to me
So that I could attempt to understand, to see the world through the way you see
To help others in darkness to find the light, to be the hand that pulls them up tonight
To show you through me is all I hope to be, to give them freedom from their awful plight
Should I be able to coax a smile
To bring a heart up from the mire
I think I’ll have lived the life of fullness
The life I hoped would mirror your own
To be a portion of what you are
Is what I strive for every day
As you hold my hand tightly in yours
May I hold many more to add to our strand
Small and lowly, we are few
But strong and mighty we are too

Sunday, February 17, 2013

I heard this and had to write it down. It holds a lot of truth.


"Our ambitions and our dreams give us a glimpse of a beautiful someday….and they can help us get through a sometimes less than beautiful today.

It’s a tricky thing though, ambition. It can blind us to the price of success.

It can consume us… leading to dangerous obsessions… or empty hedonism.

But no matter how much we are fueled by this natural neurological impulse, ambition isn’t carved in stone.

Dreams change.

And even if we don’t get to climb mountains, there’s still a chance that we can move them.

In the words of those old English poets, you can’t always get what you want.

But if you try sometime, you might find, you get what you need."