I don't know what to make of it. I remember having a drink at a party and driving off to get home. When I say a dream I meant just a drink. Next thing I remember is waking up to a policeman's knock on my window and the next thing I see is this glorious vision. It's where the street ended and just inches from my car was nothing but the most beautiful blue waters. I look around again and I am on this strip of land that is only holding my car and what looks like a piece of highway. I sit there thanking God for being alive, I realize I am alive for falling asleep at the wheel and for some odd reason I ended up on what I'm floating on now. I ask the cop," where are we?" he says the name of a place I have never heard of. I walk out of the car and we pass by a beach front filled with children playing and having a wonderful time. My surroundings still have me in awe, the smell of the most beautiful ocean, massive amounts of blue water surround me, and I realize...It was my heaven.

Don't drink and drive!

Toast to the fool....by The Dramatics

3 Cool Cats.....by Ry Cooder

Compay Gato...by Los Super Seven

Days like this......Van Morrison

It Never Entered My Mind......The Great Miles Davis

Why such harsh machinery?
Why, to write down the stuff and people of everyday,
must poems be dressed up in gold,
or in old and fearful stone?

I want verses of felt or feather which scarcely weigh,
mild verses
with the intimacy of beds
where people have loved and dreamed.
I want poems stained
by hands and everydayness.

Verses of pastry which melt
into milk and sugar in the mouth,
air and water to drink,
the bites and kisses of love.
I long for eatable sonnets,
poems of honey and flour.

Vanity keeps prodding us
to lift ourselves skyward
or to make deep and useless
tunnels underground.
So we forget the joyous
love-needs of our bodies.
We forget about pastries.
We are not feeding the world.

In Madras a long time since,
I saw a sugary pyramid,
a tower of confectionery -
one level after another,
and in the construction, rubies,
and other blushing delights,
medieval and yellow.

Someone dirtied his hands
to cook up so much sweetness.

Brother poets from here
and there, from earth and sky,
from Medellin, from Veracruz,
Abyssinia, Antofagasta,
do you know the recipe for honeycombs?

Let's forget about all that stone.

Let your poetry fill up
the equinoctial pastry shop
our mouths long to devour -
all the children's mouths
and the poor adults' also.
Don't go on without seeing,
relishing, understanding
all these hearts of sugar.

Don't be afraid of sweetness.

With or without us,
sweetness will go on living
and is infinitely alive,
forever being revived,
for it's in a man's mouth,
whether he's eating or singing,
that sweetness has its place.

One of my favorite poems.....Pablo Neruda lives on through his majestic words of love and hope. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did....

It's been a while since I posted anything really personal.

Isabella is getting so big and smart. And of course beautiful and curious about everything. You can see by the many pictures. Lilly has actually kept her pics more up to date than I. She (in her baby language) asks about everything. What's this? What's that? and so forth. Keeps me and Mommy on our toes.

I tried coming up with a new year's resolution, but no deal. I just think I'll make smarter DAILY decisions, love more, and take life one day at a time.

I'm glad 2008 is gone. I'm looking forward to our trip to Los Angeles in a couple of weeks. I just want to get away. It will be Bella's 1st trip to Disneyland, my mother turns 60, and my older brother is getting married. I hope we can sneak in a Lakers game.

Work is good. I personally like everyone I work with. It's a lifestyle being a restaurant manager than it is a job. I think this year will be the most important year ever in my career and where I want and need to be.

Love life. We've been through some growing pains, but I believe it's all for a stronger future together. Lilly has been the best thing for me and Bella. I love you sweetheart. We'll still grow old and laugh about this when our teeth are rattling from the gums.

Goals for this year, and not to be confused with a resolution:
Save money for a home. Get a promotion. Feel better at the end of the year.

For those of you who pray and believe in God. Keep us in your prayers always.
For those who don't, I'll pray for you.

She smiles...

Genuine to her nature...

Bright red lips...

A bite just to tease...

Misty brown eyes...

show her deeper side...

Loving...

Caring...

Funny...

Understanding...

Troubled..yet..hopeful

A dreamer...yet

Close enough to perfect for me...

Happy Anniversary my love!!!

What is the difference between a housefly, an armored snail and an unborn baby? Answer: only one of these creatures is valued enough to be protected by law.  That special status goes to the armored snail.  It's an honor shared by many (hundreds) of insects, fish, reptiles, birds, mammals and even plants listed by the Federal Government as "endangered species."

The A List

It's tragic beyond words that the kangaroo rat and a variety of mice and bats rate higher than unborn humans.  Never mind that only within our species beat the hearts of children of God, complete with souls that will last forever.  Pre-born human babies simply don't make the A list.

For those that have not fallen prey to the logic — or rather lack thereof — of our pseudo-enlightened age, the evil of such reality cannot be described.  It can only be felt in the depths of our beings.  This thought crossed my mind the other day as a housefly breathed its last under my swatter. In some circles, the lives of unborn babies are of no more valued than this fly, I realized.

It was likely that such a thought crossed my mind  because it was day one of the Forty Days for Life campaign to end abortion that just ended on November 2.  People in 179 cities in 47 U.S. states, the District of Columbia, American Samoa and two Canadian provinces took  part in the third national (and beyond our own borders) 40 days of prayer and fasting, constant vigil and community outreach to end abortion. My heart is never far from the pro-life issue and it rejoices at the energy Forty Days has infused into the pro-life movement. (http://www.40daysforlife.com/)

My fly-inspired thought gave me the idea to look at the list of those living things that our government actually does protect.   Did you know that there are 22 different crustaceans, 57 insects (mostly beetles and butterflies), and 12 arachnids included on this list?  Do any of you even care? Probably not. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for preserving nature.  We ought to be good stewards of all that God created.

 We may even find a cure for cancer one day with one of the beetles.  More likely, some of the plant life on the list (over 700 in the flowering plant category-much, much less for lichens and conifers) could be used in a cure for something.  But the real source for cures will come from one that is not on the protection list.  It will come through a human, regardless of the additional plant or animal matter involved in such a discovery. It will come from a human that was allowed the right to live and use God's gifts for the good of humanity.

Answers to many of society's ills have been vested in the minds of babies.  Those with the opportunity to survive, will impact our world while the gifts of the others will be lost to us all. Call me sentimental, but I pick the baby over plants and critters every time.

 Erring on the Side of Caution

As I scanned the lists, I was struck by two thoughts. One: how does anyone know which clams or arachnids are really endangered? Think about it.  Hidden populations could be anywhere. Who searches out the nooks and crannies frequented by clams and arachnids and determines their numbers to be deficient?  Same with lichens, frogs, snakes and mice…or most of the listed save larger creatures like the grizzly, polar bear and wolf. And even then…. For instance, just last month, researchers stumbled upon an estimated 125,000 Western lowland gorillas cleverly hidden in a swamp in equatorial Africa.  This doubled the number of the endangered primates thought to survive worldwide.

Who decides which of the creatures-of which most of us have never seen or care to see–make the list?  How can the scientists, biologists, and various friends of the planet know for sure that there aren't colonies of the various species across the miles upon miles of uninhabited land that makes up the bulk of this planet?  The answer is that they can't be sure.  If we can lose a hundred thousand gorillas, we can lose track of anything.  But just to be on the safe side, some scientists have deemed an assortment of creatures and plants need to be protected-just in case.

Given their desire to error on the side of caution, this brings me to my second thought. Maybe someone should tell the wildlife gurus that this philosophy is not all bad. As a matter of fact, it's very good to error on the side of caution. So why not be consistent and extend it to include babies?   Are unborn babies really alive? Do they possess an eternal soul? Can they feel anything in the womb?  Does it matter to society whether they live or die? Well, if you happen to be a scientist who questions some of this, why not error on the side of caution just like you do with Monito gekos, cavesnails and Santa Cruz long-toed salamanders (not to be confused with the other 12 protected salamanders)?

When in doubt, protect it. Right?  It boggles my mind, as I'm sure it does yours, that a person can face up to a $25,000 civil fine and $50,000 criminal fine, plus imprisonment, for knowingly violating the Endangered Species Protection Act. Yet, there are no penalties for ending the life of a baby before it has had a chance to be born.

The True Endangered Species

Given the viability of some human populations, perhaps the Endangered Species Act is an avenue we can use to preserve the lives of babies destined for abortions.  For instance, take a look at Europe.  Two years ago the BBC did a 3-part report on Europe's declining population.  With a shrinking working population, Europe is discovering that dipping below replacement level does not bode well for society. One German minister recently warned of the country "turning the light out" if its birth rate did not pick up.

As reported in the BBC:

Many European countries already have policies in place - some more explicitly pro-natal than others.

Sweden, stressing gender equality rather than stating directly that it wants to boost birth rates, provides a mixed package of higher pay for women, flexible working for both parents and high quality childcare. 

France, meanwhile, is positively proud of its avowed pro-natalism, providing a series of tax and cash incentives for those having babies.

Other countries have also started toying with the idea of straight payments. Poland, where the population has fallen by half a million in the last six years, has recently passed legislation that will see women paid for each child they bear.

In Italy, where the population could shrink by as much as one third by 2050, one town has started offering couples 10,000 euros for each newborn baby.

This article is not going to morph into an "I-told-you-so" towards zero-population advocates.  The point here is to keep the horror of abortion alive in each one of us; to never forget the devastating effects it has on us all.   It is to clearly demonstrate the insanity of deeming pre-born human life outside the reaches of government protection.  If a piece of lichen can be protected, we should certainly be able to muster the same passion for babies.  God created each tiny baby and we need them all.

 Thirty-five years of legalized abortion has wearied many a pro-lifer.  What a blessing for the fervor to be renewed and hope rekindled through Forty Days for Life.  Yes, the world has gone insane in many ways.  But there are still enough of us with all our marbles to know that every human life is of value beyond knowing.  Little by little, prayer by prayer, vigil by vigil, the truth of this message will be heard and felt across the land.