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Saturday Aug 06, 2011
Sonnet Eight by William Shakespeare
Saturday Aug 06, 2011
Saturday Aug 06, 2011
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Sonnet VIII
by William Shakespeare
Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy.
Why lovest thou that which thou receivest not gladly,
Or else receivest with pleasure thine annoy?
If the true concord of well-tuned sounds,
By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds
In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear.
Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,
Strikes each in each by mutual ordering,
Resembling sire and child and happy mother
Who all in one, one pleasing note do sing:
Whose speechless song, being many, seeming one,
Sings this to thee: 'thou single wilt prove none.'
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Sonnet 8
Saturday Aug 06, 2011
Sonnet Seven by William Shakespeare
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Sonnet VII
by William Shakespeare
Lo! In the orient when the gracious light
Lifts up his burning head, each under eye
Doth homage to his new-appearing sight,
Serving with looks his sacred majesty;
And having climb'd the steep-up heavenly hill,
Resembling strong youth in his middle age,
Yet mortal looks adore his beauty still,
Attending on his golden pilgrimage;
But when from highmost pitch, with weary car,
Like feeble age, he reeleth from the day,
The eyes, 'fore duteous, now converted are
From his low tract and look another way:
So thou, thyself out-going in thy noon,
Unlook'd on diest, unless thou get a son.
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Sonnet 7
Friday Aug 05, 2011
Sonnet Six by William Shakespeare
Friday Aug 05, 2011
Friday Aug 05, 2011
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Sonnet VI
by William Shakespeare
Then let not winter's ragged hand deface
In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd:
Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place
With beauty's treasure, ere it be self-kill'd.
That use is not forbidden usury,
Which happies those that pay the willing loan;
That's for thyself to breed another thee,
Or ten times happier, be it ten for one;
Ten times thyself were happier than thou art,
If ten of thine ten times refigured thee:
Then what could death do, if thou shouldst depart,
Leaving thee living in posterity?
Be not self-will'd, for thou art much too fair
To be death's conquest and make worms thine heir.
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Sonnet 6
Friday Aug 05, 2011
Obstacles by Dane Allred
Friday Aug 05, 2011
Friday Aug 05, 2011
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Bright Space
Obstacles
by Dane Allred
Why are there so many obstacles?
If life was easy, would we value all the experiences we have had in life?
We can only grow and achieve if we are challenged.
But there is a reason we are here.
There is something we are to do today,
This week,
This month,
This year.
This lifetime.
You may think you don’t know what it is,
But it floats in your mind and pesters you until you do what you know you need to do.
It’s not always what we want to do.
We are given a lifetime of opportunities to live purposefully.
When we choose one thing or another,
We are navigating our purpose here by our choices.
Some of us have many more opportunities than others,
But that shouldn’t stop us from making the difference we can make.
When we keep the positive uppermost in our thoughts and actions,
We will see results.
They may not be the results we want,
But we also learn every time we fail.
In this world of abundance,
We’ll know better how to accomplish what are striving for the next time we are given an opportunity.
We can have a purpose and also live on purpose.
When we live life on purpose, knowing what we want to achieve,
We have more than a goal.
We have massed the forces of the universe behind our intention
And we will reach it.
Or we won’t.
But then there will be another choice for us to make.
And when we listen to the cacophony of negativity
It is easy to get discouraged.
Are we looking to help those who need our help,
Or do we selfishly think only of ourselves?
Do we let the weight of trouble in the world
Stop us from accomplishing what we can
While we can?
Obstacles are put in our way to help us learn to navigate life.
We were all together once in the Bright Space,
And together, there is nothing we cannot achieve.
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Needlephobia
Thursday Aug 04, 2011
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Dane Allred's World of Hurt
Needlephobia
I am a baby when it comes to needles. I try to convince people I have an actual phobia by explaining how much longer it took for me to give blood than my bride to be. But my sister is the needle master. She has had a liver transplant, but the strangest thing she had to endure was a weekly gamma globulin shot when she was young. Her white blood cells were low, and she had to get this peanut butter thick shot every week.
This is where my fear of needles begins. When she would get the shot, I was usually in the waiting room listening to her scream. I was in the waiting room because I only got to see the needle once, and I must have looked like I was going to pass out, because I never saw her get another shot. But seeing that one shot was enough.
Imagine a turkey baster miniaturized. That's what the hypodermic and the needle looked like to an impressionable young boy. Then, after you’ve filled it with peanut butter, try to imagine getting that thick glop through the needle and into the skin of the victim, I mean, patient. It resides just under the skin as a huge bump of medicine waiting to be absorbed by the body. I have never had one and hope I never will. Anyone I have talked to about gamma globulin shots tells me it is one of the most painful shots you can get.
To make matters worse, now that I have this mental image of the torture device firmly etched into my feeble brain, I get to sit out in the waiting room and imagine what is going on in the next room. And I have a good imagination.
Each week, as she endured the torture of the shot, the needle got bigger and bigger in my mind. The concoction got thicker and thicker, until you have the quivering mass of flesh I am today with a genuine phobia of needles. The doctor knows better than to let me see the needle, and so does the dentist. They discreetly hide it, hoping the big baby sitting in their office won't faint dead away.
Another needle incident happened when I was probably nine or ten, and an incredibly painful sore appeared on my side next to my right hip. Technically it was high on my hip, but it would be correct to state that I had boil on my butt. I was too embarrassed to tell anyone for several days. I just thought I had stabbed myself with wire or something.
A boil is an accumulation of infection, pus and other impurities your body is trying to expel. This time it just happened to be my butt that my body chose as the site of the expulsion, but it could have been worse.
But (!) I finally had to tell my mom, and actually show her part of my butt. I was humiliated, and I think she could tell, since she sent Dad to the rescue.
What happens with all of these impurities your body wants out is that they accrete just below the skin in a painful mass that resembles a giant pimple. Some of the mass was hard and felt solid, but mostly the stuff crowded into this small space and pressed for escape. The pressure built and the pain increased as we all wondered what to do.
Dad tried squeezing it like a pimple, but that just made things worse - it hurt even more and didn't want to pop.
So of course, the only thing to do was to lance it. This will be my Dad's answer to a painful toenail later also. I have already detailed my fear of needles, but to watch my own father put a sewing needle into a hot flame just before he intends to stab it into me sent my heart racing so fast I'm surprised I didn't have a heart attack.
Now that the needle was sterilized by the flame, and also red hot, Dad decided it was time to take care of business. He lanced the boil without further ado, and squeezed all of the contents out with a large amount of blood. This is what I call true love. Until you have had a boil lanced by a parent you may question their sacrifice for you. After lancing a boil, there is no other demonstration necessary.
It immediately began to feel better, and I still have a small scar from the operation, it was one of Dr. Allred's many successes. He later branched out into giving shots to calves and horses, and I was happy to be spared the pain.
I know it’s silly, but just don’t let me see the needle.
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Love's Gentle Rain by Dane Allred
Monday Aug 01, 2011
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Love’s Gentle Rain
by Dane Allred
The gentle rain of our love
Is no torrent to wash the earth bare
But it dots our lives with needed moisture
To see us through the glaring sun of life.
So light the gentle rain falls
We scarce can notice it.
Rather than annoy, it reminds us
With its soft caress of our true love.
When rain does fall into our life,
Let it always be
The gentle rain of love.
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