Double Day Bike Ride...

On our journey down this path we have encountered many great moments and cherish the time we have together...

Last weekend to raise awareness for ALS there was a bike ride in the Skagit Valley - there were over 300 riders and my team was 6 strong...

The day was beautiful and we celebrated life and the enjoyment of each other looking forward to many more memories together...

It helps me make another day with friends and family willing to make these types of sacrifices and commitments during this journey. For that I thank one and all...

Peace/Love

T

You could....

As the morning sun rises, its warmth reflects off the leaves on the tree...

You can hear the deep sound of the foghorn warning you of the unseen obstacles...

Vibrant colors from the flowers penetrate deep in your mind...

You could fade into the distance of the clouds in silence...

Laughing everyday bringing smiles and good fortune for all those around us...

A warm breeze flowing through the trees creates music to sooth our souls...

Breaking the silence, the big black crow greets you with his cry...

You could float away in the evening breeze...

You could wake up everyday and make it the best day...

Peace/Love T.

Mariners...

On the 70th Anniversary on Lou Gehring, the Mariners treated others with this illness to a night of baseball. We were able to spend wonderful time together with family and friends.

Birch Bay...

During our van search, we had a great lunch on a beautiful day at Birch Bay. We are so thankful everyday that our family is loving and caring without each other our days would be empty. The food was awesome, conversations were great. What a wonderful day...

Peace/Love T

Ch - Ch - Changes...

During our journey everyday holds a new beginning. As time moves on we have adapted to the changes in our lives. This is just not changes for me but we all have changes and opportunities to handle everyday. Most recently, we finished the deck, ramp, and patio for access outside to the new van - Well not new but most definitely utilitarian. We have achieved much in the past couple of months with the help of family and friends. We are blessed...

Peace/Love T

TEXAS...

They say that things from Texas are bigger. With that the stories and experiences that my very good friend Tom and I had were certainty larger than life. Well - maybe not large than life but we sure could embellish them. Tom made a trip from San Antonio visiting during Pam's Bday.

Photos - H by H productions...

Peace Love, T

Poem from a friend...

New Star
by Jeff McKenzie

“There’s my new star in heaven tonite…
It’s when I’m gone I’ll shine bright for you.
There’s my new star in heaven tonite.”
-Woody Guthrie

There’s a new star in heaven
Tonight.
From earth, it seems to have
Just now come into existence. To have come
From nowhere. Appeared.
But you could ask some old, old Okanogan woman
If you could find one,
And she would laugh and tell you
“Hoot-a-who!”
Which means this:
Oh, that star has been here all along,
My young one. Yes, yes. What seems new is old.
What can we name that has not happened before?
Our world is full of tiny sounds made in powerful places:
One drop of water from a spring-flooding
River, spit high from the foaming surface
To mingle with the warming pine-scented breeze,
Travels in a graceful arc and lands on
The smooth, white rock, dry in the center of the
Torrent. What sound does it make
amid the rush to the sea? No one has
Ever heard the sound. So delicate and perfect
And beautiful; it floats upward like a soul,
And nestles into the cool darkness of night.
And becomes a star.
“Hoot-a-who!”
A snowflake, silent as it falls among
One million of its brothers and sisters,
indistinguishable
Until you inspect it closely,
Touches down on the tip of
The Douglas-fir needle on
The fourth bough from the top
Of the tree which stands high
on Grandfather Mountain. It is no
Surprise to the tree or to the snowflake,
Both have known for ages that winter is coming,
Have been waiting, have done nothing to stop it,
Could do nothing,
But each receives the other in the beauty of fulfillment.
A promise kept, and a sound so sweet
Emanates from the kiss of the
Snowflake upon the branch –
Ah, there you are!
“Hoot-a-who!”
It is a gift, this sound that becomes a star
And swishes and swirls its way up the mountain
Skirting the trees, just above the untracked snow
Back from whence it came
Into the sky to join
One million million more brothers and sisters
“Hoot-a-who!” the old, old Okanogan woman would say,
What seems new is old.
What seems far is close.
What seems gone is reaching out to us.
"Hoot-a-who!"
They teach you in schools that the stars
Are unimaginably far from us
But that is not true
They are unimaginably close.
In fact if you were to stand atop
Grandfather mountain
On a clear night
In the dead of winter
With no moon to blind your vision
You would say that the stars
Are very close. Maybe a ladder would get
You there. Or a simple stepstool. But of course
They are just a little farther than that.
So it has been, so it shall always be.
The stars beyond our understanding,
winking at us, close by,
outsparkling a sea of diamonds, and each more beautiful
being out of reach. And each calls
to you: “Here I am!”
“Hoot-a-who!”
“Here I am!”
“Hoot-a-who!”
“Hoot-a-who! Hoot-a-who! Hoot-a-who!”

A Great Message From a Friend

Peace Love T