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So long '08! Hello '09!

By: moonlightcowboy, 8:06 PM GMT on December 27, 2008

Happy N E W Year!

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Be careful if you're out celebrating tonight! Have a good time though!

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THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: If you're gonna burn a bridge, don't play around. Burn the dayum thing down! No needin' thinkin' 'bout crossing it again...and MOVE ON! Burnin' '08 D O W N !!!

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The TREE this Christmas!

By: moonlightcowboy, 5:43 AM GMT on December 05, 2008

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With all the tree decorations I’m reminded of a special tree – one in the corner of a field at the wood line near my home. It’s the largest, most glamorous feature in the landscape with substantial girth, towering as the proud guardian overseeing its domain. It stands aged-old and weathered, but graceful and sure of itself, deeply rooted in the heart of its surroundings.

It’s a thing of splendor, an absolute joy to observe throughout the seasons. In the spring it blossoms gloriously with a bright green canopy of foliage that shimmers playfully in the sunshine. It radiates life and is a favorite summer vacation spot for many birds, squirrels and sorts who frequent as if it were a five-star resort destination. It’s then that the enthusiasm gets loud and rich, full of laughter and exploration. In the fall, well, the color is simply inspirational! It becomes a tapestry of moving color, an ever-changing canvas of beauty. The cold months are always dreadful and the tree expresses its magnificence differently in winter with quiet rumination and solace in the stillness. The old tree raises his tired, exposed arms, bare of its summer shroud, free of the labor toiled since spring. It stands naked in the cold, all alone and nearly lifeless, but conveying a consciousness of the years.

The winter nights are even more haunting as the moon’s shadows run long and permeate the cold darkness. Wind whistles through its appendages like nothing were there at all - no resistance, no soul. Creaking sounds emerge with each twist and turn from the passing breaths as if they were trying to resuscitate the old man. It makes muffled noises and seems to ache from the seclusion. I’m certain it needs sleep and rest as it sighs in slumber from the tiredness, occasionally moaning as if it were dying.

This year has been long and with each passing of the solstice there is always a query of whether my old friend will find another beginning in the spring. Will it start anew and again flower the field with its abundant beauty, its infinite wisdom and gracious goodwill? I surely hope so - for it has been a mighty figure, a pillar of strength for me and the countryside. He is a noble and admirable creature, standing the test of time. And, he has become my trusted friend and advisor - prescribing rest, quietness and reflection.

I ponder what has made him so strong, so enduring. Is it genetics, geography or environment? Is it just luck? Or is there something divine in his maturity? How has it weathered life’s storms? I’m not sure there are tangible answers; but then, like a revelation I think, “Certainly, the angels have rested there!” and I resign my bewilderment, finally content with that understanding. After all, it does have a sort of tabernacle personality and I appreciate its connection to God. It points upwards and seems to reach into the heavens, coming from the ground and eventually branching into many directions - similarly reflecting the various paths of our lives. Some are bent and twisted, others long and straight but each with bumps, bruises and scars. Some of the lesions are quite visible in its bark, while the anguish of other agonies remain hidden and little known underneath. Yet, the old man stands uninterrupted and undaunted.

I stare and my friend speaks, uttering silent syllables from the quiet corner in the field and I try to understand. And, he smiles back - his branches curving upwards, reminding me that frowning takes considerable effort and hurts even more. Those rickety smiles lift my spirit and I know there is more work to be done. The next step, the next road traveled will begin with better ambition - renewed, prayerful, optimistic, and determined. Spring will come again and we must season ourselves for the tasks ahead. It’s a greater thing than the singularity of one’s self. There are many to consider. We, too, should stand tall and become a beacon for those watching, learning and longing to be closer to something better. With that character we become significant like the tree, focused and flourishing for others. Perhaps the old man shares more wisdom than is readily visible.

I've been away too long. I have missed my old friend, my conversation companion. We’ve shared perplexing problems and troubled sentiments and I always walk away, comforted from the visit. This year I pray that the Christmas Star’s light falls warmly on the soul of my wise, wooden friend and that he will once again awaken on a new spring day to the laughter and joy from those of whom he is so loved. I’m amazed at how the old tree magically and spiritually transfers its reigning majesty vastly beyond the field and far away. He offers adoration and beckons lasting friendships. He reaches out through the ages to all of us, embracing each and sharing the beauty of a life fulfilled.

May the splendor of the “tree” this Christmas ameliorate the colorful cheer in your home with the kind of spirit that lasts the whole year long, through all the seasons, charging you anew and joyfully abundant.

God bless! Merry Christmas and have a wonderful, Happy New Year!


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(Tanya Tucker's song "Strong Enough To Bend" resonates the spirit of the tree - life and love!)











One of our premier bloggers, sebastionjer, has a new blog, "Jer's Place", up and running. It's informative (as you would expect) and covers a gamut of topics in a nicely organized environment with a comments section too. Check it out! Also, be sure to check out "The Fire Line" that Jer has been involved in founding. Great stuff. WTG, Jer! Excellent work.

Other good tropical blogs on WU here at "TROPICAL LAGNIAPPE". These are from some of WU's most respected, adept weather bloggers. Please check them out! Good info from them, and I always learn something when I visit their blogs and sites.



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