.:stillwater:. .:12.25.11:. .:solitary.man:.
Sitting in front of a fire pulls me into my own world…everything I know as a man is being solidified with each strike of a match and pull of my pipe…I like being dressed in boots…thick socks…a beard to warm my face…a wool cap to cover my head…coming in from the cold…the smell of outside country air and camp fire…been a long day…my mind is sharp but distant…I feel a sense of grounding back south…my roots…simple people…slow lives…and friendly cordialities…it’s good to have no emails…no distracting phone calls or “urgencies”…just the crisp night air and endless stars…crackle of fire and wayward thoughts…
watched the sun come up for the first time in forever
walked around the ranch…took pictures and enjoyed the morning sounds of cows, birds, hunters shots…enjoyed every steamed breath crystallizing into the first daylight….
Being a man solo in thoughts out in fields and pastures clears the stress of all the tight wound demands los angles binds me too
Feels good to gather myself in solice back here…memories of growing up and simple givings of the southern comforts keep my heart longing for the future rest I will seek on a front porch…pipe in hand…dog at my feet…a beautiful ‘bell to pull in tight…the days work left at the welcome mat…that’s where my mind goes on mornings like this…
.:tex:.
.:1.20.12:.
.:loss.of.a.great.man:.
.:i’m.a.man.alone.to.my.thoughts…
to.my.readings.of.men.before.me…
men.not.too.long.ago.
who.were.raised.to.be.men.of.honor…
men.of.truth…
men.with.conviction.
and.gentle.hearts…
men.strong.in.spirit.and.passion…
they.were.raised.to.serve.God.
and.their.fellowman…
and.to.discover.love.and.truth…
i.lost.sight.of.these.once.
and.for.it.i.lost.everything…
i.no.longer.seek.self.
or.see.my.accomplishments.
as.checks.on.a.chaulk.board.
but.rather.as.the.daily.journey.
to.share.my.gifts.and.others’.
in.humility.for.the.greater.good…
i.can.no.longer.pretend.to.know.it.all…
i.now.see.how.much.pain.and.loss.
my.youthful.pride.
and.calloused.heart.caused.
those.that.loved.me.most…
may.i.bury.my.sins.
and.never.forget.those.before.me…
those.who.walked.as.true.gentleman…men.who.by.their.own.strife.
and.toil.created.the.old.guard…
in.love.and.truth…
it.is.by.these.men.greater.than.me.
that.i.now.am.able.and.open.hearted.
to.grow.in.friendship..love…
and.truth…
may.i.forever.look.upon.the.life.of.
the.true.gentlman…
and.forever.walk.into.this.dark.world.
guarded.by.the.light.of…
faith…hope…and…charity:.
.:222:.
.:solice:. .:over.the.years.men.before.me.have.shown.me.how.to.walk.as.a.true.gentleman…
in.this.i.strive.each.day.to.walk.in.the.true.light:.
.:night.glow:.
.:slow burn the ember’s glow…
from match to strike…
strike to burn…
burn to pull…
pull just to breath…
solice tonight my new repeat…
gentleman’s friend…this pipe i keep:.
.:222:.
.:it’s good for a man to take walks in the night…the soul needs it…
for me this world i see before me is moving so fast…this is no new notion…the greatest of men before have told this time and time again…it’s a true gift that allows the mind to breath…each man faces his own demons…
may each man pause to reflect on his…
and walk in his true light:.
.:222:.
.:1.26.12:.
.:im.running.too.hard.to.rewrite.that.score…i.think.i.gotta.rest.the.pen:.
.:1.26.12:.
.:the.sins.we.write.today.will.no.doubt.write.epitaphs.of.pain.for.generations.to.come:.
dhphillips:
bad photography of a new painting
.:light.in.this.sullen.hipped.out.social.networked.world:. .:credit.to.d.h.p:.
.:with.disconnect.we.become.connected:. .:d.h.p.has.given.me.this.simple.lesson:.
.:333:.
.:12.28.11:.
.:the more I indulge myself…the better my quality of life becomes…with a little bit of heart ache along the way:.
.:dhp:.
