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The last 2 days here in Michigan have been mild; the temps have been in the 40’s and today a light rain in falling. Spring is on its way! Yesterday I went outside just to look around, it has been so long since I have seen my grass and plants, I just wanted to look.  Mostly I noticed that everything is dead, that winter has taken a toll on my lawn and plants, I’m not concerned because I know that they will “spring” back to life soon. I love spring time, with all the new growth and the smells that return with the changing of the season.

As I looked around and was imagining what I might do this year in the gardens I notice that one of my trees’s, a Japanese Maple, was budding. There on each branch where tiny little buds, little pods of life waiting to break free, to feel life for the first time, to soak in the warmth of the sun and sway in the breeze, to experience life as a new.

In a way I am very jealous of that bud, it is changing in to a beautiful creation, transforming in to a wonder before my very eyes, and all it is doing is what it is made to do. No effort is put forth beyond what it is created for. This bud attends no classes on how to be a better bud, or how to make the most of your buddness. Nope, this bud is just doing what it was created for, it is becoming a leaf.

How wonderful of it, how simplistic of it and how grand. This tiny bud is becoming what it meant to become. No self-help books were read no seminars attended, it just is. This bud knows what it will be, and where it will go without being counseled or couched. No amount of positive talk will make it better than it already is and no TV doctor can create a new and better bud that this one. In its simplicity it is perfect and in its buddness it is perfection. I am truly jealous!

Humanity has placed upon itself conditions that create imperfection of the perfect creation. We are created in our maker’s likeness, we are created out of love, yet we find no perfection in our humanness and we find no love in our loveless. Unlike the bud that knows only how to be a bud, we, in our humanness, know nothing about how to be us. We seek others to help define what is already defined, we read and research ways to become, yet the bud just becomes, we try and fail, yet with the bud there is no trying and failing only doing and succeeding.

The complexity of life that we choose to live in has created a loneliness of soul, a loneliness that causes us to search for other us’s, us’s that already know, others that have become. Yet with all the searching we do we never seem to find the us that is truly us. We look to others for help, we cry out to the world, yet no one seems to hear. We cry out to be like that bud, yet we cannot be, for we are us.

I envy that bud, so simple yet so complex. The change it needs to perform is natural and automatic, it has not past to hold it back, it only has a future to draw it out. The bud knows no limits to its change; it will become a leaf regardless of what it may want. The bud of that tree will fulfill its destiny, it will become a leaf.

Humanity is of a fallen nature, we have sinned, and the sin of time holds us back, stunts our growth and creates chaos in an ordered world. We are not like that bud, whose plans must be followed, we are a creation of thought and action, we are a creation of love and hate, we are a creation created for struggles and strife. Yet each day we strive to create a new us, a new world, one in which we can shine and achieve the usness we were created for.

No, I pity that bud in its budness, it cannot think, nor can it choose, it is a bud, simple as that. No I do not wish I was like that bud, I am glad I am me, in all my humanness and chaos I am complete.

The searching for betterment of us is in the perfect plan of the loveness that created the imperfection of us.

 

Paul

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Vacations are a wonderful thing, they allow you to see and experience new things, and they allow you to create new memories and to share them with others. They allow you express yourself in new ways, and to spread your wings over new lands. Vacations are a wonderful thing!

 

This will be my last blog until the 8th of July, because I am going to spread my wings over Mackinaw City in Michigan, I am headed off on vacation! And I am excited!!!

 

Each year I, along with my family venture off to Mackinaw, we return to one of our favorite spots in the world, Mackinaw City and Mackinaw Island.

 

In truth, Michigan is one of my favorite places to be. Yes I live here, but I have traveled the world and seen many places, some offer images and sounds that Michigan could never have, others offer beauty that is out of the world, but still to me, Michigan has it all.

 

I find peace in this state, I find the hand of God in the Great lakes and pine forest, and I see his playful side in the Sand Dunes of Lake Michigan. God created Michigan as a play ground, one filled with lakes and streams, forest and dunes. To me the sights, sounds and smells of Michigan are magical, they calm me, sooth my soul and make me at peace. I know it sounds funny, as if Michigan has a magical power of sorts, that it’s a mystical place, filled with wizards and dragons. In a way it is, it is a magical place, it’s a place the sooths my soul, invigorates my being, makes me whole.

 

I was born and raised in Lower Michigan, near Detroit, so Michigan is in my blood, it is part of my DNA, and it is who I am. I have a deep love for Michigan, and all of her beauties, I feel a connection to the state, a oneness with her. She offers me comfort and security.

 

When I travel the world, I always love to see and experience new places and things. To see cultures and new lands is an adventure I am always willing to go on. I have been gone for up to 2 months at a time, and always enjoy the experience, but I always miss Michigan, her sight and sounds are like a deep hug to me, she holds me tight, and brings me security and warmth like no other place hear on earth. Michigan is the womb that I return to after a long and weary trip; she is the mother land, offering her love freely.

 

So, ya, this vacation is one of comfort and security, one of deep hugs and motherly love. I am returning to womb to receive the nutrients of life, re-energizing my soul and taking in the sights and sounds of the land I love, allowing her to penetrate my being, to its deepest core, to infuse me with her lifeline.

 

I hold Michigan in high regard, because this is the home of my loved ones, the ground that holds my parents, comforts then and surround then, it is the land that I have experienced life, grew up in and has helped me define myself. It is here that I have experienced great love and profound hatred. It is here that I become who I am, and it is here that I feel the most conferrable and secure. Yes, Michigan is just a land mass who’s borders where defined my man, but to me she is mine, and I am hers.

 

Paul

 

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