tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24549071114614649802024-03-13T11:46:55.330-07:00The Dusty PilgrimThe journey of life was never promised to be an easy one...
It is not about the number of times that we may be knocked down...
It's about getting back up, dusting oneself off and pressing onward... The Dusty Pilgrimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15419980606626108045noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454907111461464980.post-89659182824075317972012-07-21T23:17:00.003-07:002012-07-21T23:26:35.075-07:00Home Across The Mountains...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Land that gave us birth and blessing,<o:p></o:p></div>
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We will go home, singing our songs<o:p></o:p></div>
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The above lyrics are from the Jerry Bruckheimer film "<b><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0349683/" target="_blank">King Arthur</a></b>" one of my all time favourite films for it's fresh approach to the story of this <b><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/King_Arthur" target="_blank">legendary knight</a></b>! The words move me as they convey a longing to be home at rest after wrestling with the grueling trials of life for so many years. We all face challenges and it is what we do in those moments that help to define our individual destinies. May your journey be a peaceful one that takes you "Home Across The Mountains"...</div>
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<i>A storm of reckoning has rolled onto the highway of life. You swerve, you veer but to no avail you must face the brunt of it's ferocity. Bracing for the initial impact you can't help but remember back to a simpler time where time itself felt like it stood still and had no desire to move from one second to the next. It's at that exact moment you are overwhelmed with a groundswell of emotion that envelops your entire being splitting your soul wide open. </i><br />
<i>The memories...oh the memories of past flood into a kaleidoscope of confusion! </i><br />
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<i>The storm is now upon you and there is no shelter, no cover, no way out other than to face it with all that is within you. The body begins to buckle under the relentless onslaught of accusation and you begin to fear that all hope is lost. The raw primitive side of your mind has been let loose from it's confinement as it now looks to strike back against it's opponent. It's cold as the frost strikes like tiny metals daggers cutting your heart deeper and deeper until the hemorrhaging itself is inoperable. Grasping for anything fruitful in content you realize that the end of a chapter is nearer than once thought possible. </i><i>The storm has moved on, at least for the time being...</i></div>The Dusty Pilgrimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15419980606626108045noreply@blogger.com0251 Harvey Ave, Kelowna, BC V1Y 6C3, Canada49.8832901 -119.497311749.8807326 -119.5022472 49.885847600000005 -119.4923762tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454907111461464980.post-31019616168419663452011-11-28T22:27:00.001-08:002011-11-29T10:04:01.878-08:00Exothermic Tears...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I will never forget the day when I first realized I wasn't the only one. For many seasons, I walked down what I thought was a lonely and meaningless road leading to nowhere. After pondering and sharing the hurts of the journey at hand I found peace and comfort in your words. A common denominator that bonded us into a life long friendship that I will always cherish. Those searing tears of painful despair flowed down my face etching their memory onto my very soul. I cried out until they were scattered out before me like molten bits flying off the blacksmith's anvil and hammer. Had I died in that very moment I never would have known the joy that awaited me. Nothing prepares you for that initial meeting and the immediate flood of happiness that follows. </span><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">No Limits, No Lies...</span></b><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">No Time, No Ties...</span></b><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">No Corruption, No Crimes...</span></b><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">No Hatred, No Helplessness...</span></b><br />
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<i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A World With Fresh Persistent Hope!</span></b></i><br />
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<span style="font-weight:bold;">I stood at the door and waited for an answer...<br />
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I can barely stand for the hardships have been many...<br />
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I have nothing left and all that remains is frustration...<br />
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You answered the call and not a moment too soon!<br />
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You propped me up as a wounded soldier being taken off the battlefield!<br />
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You brought peace to my weary soul and there it will echo throughout eternity!</span>The Dusty Pilgrimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15419980606626108045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454907111461464980.post-44470193442438111562008-09-14T14:13:00.000-07:002008-09-14T14:23:11.624-07:00One World...One Vision...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAdymK0y_aE/SM1-6-NrvoI/AAAAAAAAAFE/00raYB9IvWk/s1600-h/Earth.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245988692554399362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAdymK0y_aE/SM1-6-NrvoI/AAAAAAAAAFE/00raYB9IvWk/s400/Earth.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#0033FF;"><em>There is one world.<br />There is one choice.<br />There is one vision.<br />There is one voice.<br /><br />We are that world.<br />We made the choice.<br />We share this vision.<br />We unite our voice.<br /><br />I make this world.<br />I made my choice.<br />I cherish this vision.<br />I use my voice.</em></span></strong>The Dusty Pilgrimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15419980606626108045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454907111461464980.post-31183879324307028222008-07-06T15:54:00.000-07:002008-12-10T05:52:35.589-08:00Rhapsody of Laughter<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAdymK0y_aE/SHFm5cnwADI/AAAAAAAAAC8/w2rlokbzoQM/s1600-h/Spring.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220066580220608562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAdymK0y_aE/SHFm5cnwADI/AAAAAAAAAC8/w2rlokbzoQM/s320/Spring.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Go back to a time when life was a little simpler,</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#000099;">The memories made were like a spring rain.</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Whimsical giggles enveloped the atmosphere you created,</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#000099;">The laughter was a contagious whirlwind of sorts.</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Dreams ventured into reality and entangled the corridors of my heart,</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Every time our eyes met it felt as though it began all over again.</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Peaceful overtones of serendipitous thought paved the cobblestone path,</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Quiet passion grew into a perfect cadence of melding hearts.</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></div></div>The Dusty Pilgrimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15419980606626108045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454907111461464980.post-13813281706519583162008-03-12T14:05:00.000-07:002008-12-10T05:52:35.975-08:00Internus Spiritus Resurrectio<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAdymK0y_aE/R9jHbT31vNI/AAAAAAAAABk/IJX3ei66TJM/s1600-h/Garden.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177107043667262674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAdymK0y_aE/R9jHbT31vNI/AAAAAAAAABk/IJX3ei66TJM/s400/Garden.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em><span style="color:#003300;">Like a lush garden path carelessly swaying in a mid-summer <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">breeze</span></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#003300;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#003300;">Watching its distance to keep from the winter of cold discontentment</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#003300;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#003300;">Moving in deliberate strides to stay near the trusted One</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#003300;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#003300;">Brazen faces look upon the peace that He exudes with fascination</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#003300;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33cc00;"><span style="color:#003300;"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Teetering</span> between air and earth </span></span><span style="color:#003300;">whilst falling helplessly into slumber</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#003300;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#003300;">Infancy is treasured above maturity of the mind</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#003300;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#003300;">The vortex of life creates a void in space that no longer has purpose</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#003300;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#003300;">Deliberate intentions govern the journey for all of time</span></em></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div>The Dusty Pilgrimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15419980606626108045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454907111461464980.post-48965862451967383152008-02-26T22:25:00.000-08:002008-12-10T05:52:36.146-08:00The Triumph of a Slow Burn<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAdymK0y_aE/R8UZoB6rDnI/AAAAAAAAABU/ejY6ypB7udo/s1600-h/Flame.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171567922604871282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAdymK0y_aE/R8UZoB6rDnI/AAAAAAAAABU/ejY6ypB7udo/s200/Flame.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">From conception to completion the light of life burns free and pure!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Though the winds rage against it, a fiery shadow earns its reward.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">All the while this light requires the least to behave as guardian!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Choices made lead to paths of serenity and indecision.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Unwoven thoughts are laid bare at the altar of the One who decides!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Their inconsistency are mired in the dirt of promise and servitude.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Cautious is the weary traveler in search of truth and character!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Everlasting glory rests upon the meek and humble this day.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">A single flicker, an extinguished flame, a precious mist goes forth...</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>The Dusty Pilgrimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15419980606626108045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454907111461464980.post-29687998780739580452008-02-25T22:37:00.000-08:002008-12-10T05:52:36.342-08:00Mere words are but utter folly!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAdymK0y_aE/R8PCfB6rDmI/AAAAAAAAABM/hS1Jb34zMLo/s1600-h/LOVE.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171190635497721442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAdymK0y_aE/R8PCfB6rDmI/AAAAAAAAABM/hS1Jb34zMLo/s200/LOVE.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Say them but once and a new journey full of hope and promise begins! Say them again to assure the promises that were made. Say them over and over until their meaning falls upon deaf ears. </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">The truth of the matter is profound in its very nature! Mockers and scoffers threaten them but must also yield. Their vulgar presence reminds us what not to covet. </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Like a bird ready to take flight these feelings will never subside! The inner lining of the soul has but a single voice to share. 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