This Is The Place

This is the place;

Where the seasons that are four remind us that we sit at the threshold of natures magnificent door

Where rivers, lakes, ponds, and trails, wait patiently for our return 

Where life is good again once the clouds roll by

Where roads and sidewalks lead us to places we call our destiny 

Where there are speed bumps and speed limits, but no limits to what we can do together   

Where there will be no more wasted days or nights, 

Where neighbors count more than just a number on a house

Where we can wake up to nature’s alarm clock and stay out until the cows come home

Where the days add up by counting our blessings,

Where children no longer live in the shadows, but with their heads held high to the sky

Where the lights, tinsel, and gently falling snowflakes of Christmas, take the child that lives 

within us on a sleigh ride down Memory Lane

Where we can celebrate normal everyday

Where we don’t listen to what the doubters say

Where we put our roots down deep and watch things grow, 

Where life is as good as gold, with an abundance of things that can’t be bought nor sold

Where we put our hands to the sky to reach closer to someone who we’ve lost 

Where the things that really matter will always matter

Where wings that fly don’t just belong to Tinker Bell or the birds of the sky  

Blessings everyone.

Fickle Mirror

Each morn I greet a brand new day

My Mirrors look at me and say

“You look the same as yesterday”

Can it be my youth won’t slip away?

I’ll always walk with a peppy gate       

And hold my back and shoulders straight

Father Time will have to wait

For I’ll escape the aged’s fate

Awe, fickle mirror what’s that I see…

Tiny lines where taunt skin used to be’

Silver strands that seem to dance with glee

And mock the youth that remains in me

“It’s not so bad” these frail bones sigh”

“To face the fact one day I’ll die”

In the face of death, my heart behaves,

It’s’ peaceful balm my spirit craves…

To escape the vessel that now enslaves

-from the pen and perspective of Carol Wood/ aka Platoon Nana

What is life’s purpose? – A perplexing question, with a simple answer.

Have you ever stopped to think about man’s significance in the universe or what it might take to claim your rightful role in life? You may ask.. Who am I? Where did I come from? How did I get here and what is my purpose?

Perplexing questions that we all need to find answers to.

The means to this end will only be met when we accept the profound explanations to these four salient questions of; origin, meaning, morality, and destiny. It’s essential that you seek the answers. If and when you arrive at the conclusions, you will find out that you knew the answer to life’s meaning all along.

Your life purpose is your contribution. True intention is about recognizing your own gifts and using them to contribute to the world, whether those gifts are playing beautiful music for others to enjoy.. helping friends solve problems, or simply bringing more joy into the lives of those around you. Then there will be no reason for doubt.

Each of us has a unique role in what we refer to as life.

It’s not an easy thing to find, but it’s not impossible. The trick is to do it.