How does "Time Heal"? Think about it logically and if Time itself heals, I could be bitter and have resentment or asleep and one day my heart will be mended. Impossible, I think. What I be in that time makes all the difference.
Opinions grown from divine examination are acceptable, and Hallmark Card cliches are confusing. Thomas Merton wrote: First of all, divine strength is not usually given us until we are fully aware of our own weakness and know that the strength we receive is indeed received; and that it is a gift.
In the time of healing, I choose to develop the mature and prudent conscience Merton says is the bases for understanding and acceptance. What I be in the time God grants me will determine how I heal.
Peaceful Mercy
Tom
Friday, July 29, 2005
Sunday, July 10, 2005
A Healing Getaway on Green Lake
In February we started an on-line search for a family getaway on Big Green Lake, in South Central Wisconsin. Little more than an hour from Madison, Green Lake would be the perfect spot for us so Cathy, Aaron, Patrick or I could run back to home base if necessary. What appeared to be the ideal place for our family was the cabin we found on http://www.greenlakegetaway.com/. Como Bay Hall, owned by Liz and Robert Olson includes a wonderful home of craftsman details and a special Thoreauesque cabin...they're both full of history.
I expected Aaron and Patrick would bring a friend, jet ski, boat, ski, tube, and mix with the vacationing teenagers they'd be sure to meet. They'd be able to spend time with their cousin Amanda Greening, home from Pepperdine for the summer with my sister Kathy and her husband Dave at the Angel Inn; www.AngelInns.com. We'd all be sure to stop in for the best breakfast of any B&B in Wisconsin.
Winter dreams of active, sunny summer days changed into spring prayers for warmth and mending for our broken hearts. Our spring and early summer days are filled with reading, talking, hugging, praying, and spiritual growth work. We considered cancelling the "getaway" and in the end decided to pack our books, canoe, and fishing poles to use the cabin for a tranquility base.
Liz called to make final arrangements and told Cathy the Green Lake property was used for thousands of years by Indians as spiritual grounds. Sweat lodges would have been a big part of the ceremonies. Nature spirit vibes are strong at Como Bay Hall and we were eager to feel the energy.
Aaron, a young man with an old spirit deeply connected to nature would be at home in the cabin.
When I walked in, I immediately knew where Aaron would set up his few belongings; the cot on the screened porch would be his home. The guitar, sandals, shorts, swim suit would fill his space.
Patrick discovered the upstairs room was the place to play Aaron's guitar and while he took my place in bed next to his Mom, the upstairs room was all his for playing guitar during the day. Everywhere was just right for reading; rocking chairs, couch, bed, docks, and of course the three
hammocks. (Imagine that: 3 hammocks, not 4. I noticed restaurants have tables for two, four, and more. Nothing is set up for three. Always an unused chair.) We read, and read, and read. Patrick read 288 pages of James Frey's A Million Little Pieces, a story of the author's six weeks in drug and alcohol rehab. Cathy is working her way through the Greening's personal library of books on healing after the loss of a child. Her current reads include George Anderson's, Our Children Forever, messages from children on the other side and Divine Guidance, by Doreen Virtue, PH. D. I finished C. S. Lewis, The Problem of Pain, and started his book Miracles.
Molly spent more time in the canoe with me as we paddled all over the lake and scouted a few new spots for fall duck hunting. We all caught large and small mouth bass and a few giant catfish. Even though Patrick and I spent a week fishing in Canada last year, Patrick considered this night fishing on the dock his favorite fishing experience with "Pops". He and I know why, and all I will say is we managed to return to the cabin in the darkwithout getting lost.
Green Lake is said to be healing waters and I agree. Our week was perfect for us and I look forward to returning from time to time. The cabin was exactly what we would have wanted for our family of four and it was exactly what we needed for our family of three and one angel.
We returned on Friday the 8th of July to discover a Magnolia tree gift from our friends at Keller Williams-Central Realtors in Madison. Yesterday Patrick, Cathy, and I...with help of Molly, planted the tree as the final touch to the new rain garden. The garden, started two Sundays ago, is named "Aaron and Patrick's garden of Tranquility, Peace, and Serenity". All are welcome to bring a book, drawing/painting tools, camera, or a thought to absorb the good vibe.
Peace and Prayers to you with Happy Birthday Wishes for Cathy today,
Tom
I expected Aaron and Patrick would bring a friend, jet ski, boat, ski, tube, and mix with the vacationing teenagers they'd be sure to meet. They'd be able to spend time with their cousin Amanda Greening, home from Pepperdine for the summer with my sister Kathy and her husband Dave at the Angel Inn; www.AngelInns.com. We'd all be sure to stop in for the best breakfast of any B&B in Wisconsin.
Winter dreams of active, sunny summer days changed into spring prayers for warmth and mending for our broken hearts. Our spring and early summer days are filled with reading, talking, hugging, praying, and spiritual growth work. We considered cancelling the "getaway" and in the end decided to pack our books, canoe, and fishing poles to use the cabin for a tranquility base.
Liz called to make final arrangements and told Cathy the Green Lake property was used for thousands of years by Indians as spiritual grounds. Sweat lodges would have been a big part of the ceremonies. Nature spirit vibes are strong at Como Bay Hall and we were eager to feel the energy.
Aaron, a young man with an old spirit deeply connected to nature would be at home in the cabin.
When I walked in, I immediately knew where Aaron would set up his few belongings; the cot on the screened porch would be his home. The guitar, sandals, shorts, swim suit would fill his space.
Patrick discovered the upstairs room was the place to play Aaron's guitar and while he took my place in bed next to his Mom, the upstairs room was all his for playing guitar during the day. Everywhere was just right for reading; rocking chairs, couch, bed, docks, and of course the three
hammocks. (Imagine that: 3 hammocks, not 4. I noticed restaurants have tables for two, four, and more. Nothing is set up for three. Always an unused chair.) We read, and read, and read. Patrick read 288 pages of James Frey's A Million Little Pieces, a story of the author's six weeks in drug and alcohol rehab. Cathy is working her way through the Greening's personal library of books on healing after the loss of a child. Her current reads include George Anderson's, Our Children Forever, messages from children on the other side and Divine Guidance, by Doreen Virtue, PH. D. I finished C. S. Lewis, The Problem of Pain, and started his book Miracles.
Molly spent more time in the canoe with me as we paddled all over the lake and scouted a few new spots for fall duck hunting. We all caught large and small mouth bass and a few giant catfish. Even though Patrick and I spent a week fishing in Canada last year, Patrick considered this night fishing on the dock his favorite fishing experience with "Pops". He and I know why, and all I will say is we managed to return to the cabin in the darkwithout getting lost.
Green Lake is said to be healing waters and I agree. Our week was perfect for us and I look forward to returning from time to time. The cabin was exactly what we would have wanted for our family of four and it was exactly what we needed for our family of three and one angel.
We returned on Friday the 8th of July to discover a Magnolia tree gift from our friends at Keller Williams-Central Realtors in Madison. Yesterday Patrick, Cathy, and I...with help of Molly, planted the tree as the final touch to the new rain garden. The garden, started two Sundays ago, is named "Aaron and Patrick's garden of Tranquility, Peace, and Serenity". All are welcome to bring a book, drawing/painting tools, camera, or a thought to absorb the good vibe.
Peace and Prayers to you with Happy Birthday Wishes for Cathy today,
Tom
Friday, July 01, 2005
Dream CD For Aaron on 105.5 FM (Triple M..m..m)
Listen in on your radio today, Friday, July 1 at 9:00 am and again at 11:00 pm for a Dream CD in memory of Aaron Meyer. You can catch the station from anywhere by logging on to www.1055triplem.com and downloading the free streaming.
As I'm writing this, the song Here Comes the Sun, came on the station. (I'm streaming on-line, cool) "It seems like years since it's been here...it's all right. I feel the ice is slowly melting...I say, it's all right. Here comes the sun. Here comes the sun, it's all right." Hmm, next song is New Radicals, You Get What You Give. "Don't give up, you got a reason to live... this world is gonna pull through, can't for-get, we only get what we give...follow your heart...Don't let go, you only get what you give."
Lots of work was done this week by our family, for our growth. Patrick retrieved Aaron's guitar from a wonderful friend of AJ's who was finishing some detailed art work. The project, by Liz, began months ago with a fabulous pencil sketch. Aaron would say to me "Dad, put the guitar down, you're going to smudge it...and you don't know what you're doing." Fine art can't be rushed anymore than a barbeq'd briskett, and someday she'll finish. Until then, PT is going to pick up where his big brother left off.
We had not seen the guitar since before Aaron died. To see the guitar which had become an appendage, was emotional. To hear it's sound again was pleasing. We won't see Aaron's long fingers working the strings, but we will hear the music courtesy of PT.
Thursday morning, a wise young man named Dave came over to spend some time with Patrick and the guitar. Dave is 19 or 20 and he's lived a life not all that different from Aaron. Dave coached Patrick on some simple pointers to get started with making music as opposed to the noise I perfected. By the afternoon, Patrick had sore finger tips and the guitar was singing in the hands of it's new owner.
Our 13 year old English Setter, Molly, could often be found sitting by Aaron while he played the guitar. Today, I looked up at the deck to see Molly sitting tight to Patrick as he played. "A boy and his dog" is a phrase I would often say to the boys when I'd walk up and see them with Molly. It's a scene we love around here. Molly is clearly missing "that big boy" and I wonder if she felt Aaron's presence in the sound of the guitar. Their senses are so finely tuned that you know they pick up on every emotion, sound, smell, etc. Of course they know.
Hope you can listen in this morning or tonight. For those of you in other time zones...Madison, WI is Central time.
"In the arms of the angels, fly away from here...climb from the wreckage of your silent revere...in the arms of an angel, may you find some comfort here...all this sadness brings me to my knees, in the arms of the angels may you find some comfort here. Here in the arms of the angels, may you find some comfort here. Sara McGlocklin (sorry about the phonetic spelling, Sara)
Tomorrow I will visit my sister and her family at The Angel Inn, www.AngelInns.com in Green Lake, WI. A good place for peace and serenity.
Peace and Serenity to you
Tom
As I'm writing this, the song Here Comes the Sun, came on the station. (I'm streaming on-line, cool) "It seems like years since it's been here...it's all right. I feel the ice is slowly melting...I say, it's all right. Here comes the sun. Here comes the sun, it's all right." Hmm, next song is New Radicals, You Get What You Give. "Don't give up, you got a reason to live... this world is gonna pull through, can't for-get, we only get what we give...follow your heart...Don't let go, you only get what you give."
Lots of work was done this week by our family, for our growth. Patrick retrieved Aaron's guitar from a wonderful friend of AJ's who was finishing some detailed art work. The project, by Liz, began months ago with a fabulous pencil sketch. Aaron would say to me "Dad, put the guitar down, you're going to smudge it...and you don't know what you're doing." Fine art can't be rushed anymore than a barbeq'd briskett, and someday she'll finish. Until then, PT is going to pick up where his big brother left off.
We had not seen the guitar since before Aaron died. To see the guitar which had become an appendage, was emotional. To hear it's sound again was pleasing. We won't see Aaron's long fingers working the strings, but we will hear the music courtesy of PT.
Thursday morning, a wise young man named Dave came over to spend some time with Patrick and the guitar. Dave is 19 or 20 and he's lived a life not all that different from Aaron. Dave coached Patrick on some simple pointers to get started with making music as opposed to the noise I perfected. By the afternoon, Patrick had sore finger tips and the guitar was singing in the hands of it's new owner.
Our 13 year old English Setter, Molly, could often be found sitting by Aaron while he played the guitar. Today, I looked up at the deck to see Molly sitting tight to Patrick as he played. "A boy and his dog" is a phrase I would often say to the boys when I'd walk up and see them with Molly. It's a scene we love around here. Molly is clearly missing "that big boy" and I wonder if she felt Aaron's presence in the sound of the guitar. Their senses are so finely tuned that you know they pick up on every emotion, sound, smell, etc. Of course they know.
Hope you can listen in this morning or tonight. For those of you in other time zones...Madison, WI is Central time.
"In the arms of the angels, fly away from here...climb from the wreckage of your silent revere...in the arms of an angel, may you find some comfort here...all this sadness brings me to my knees, in the arms of the angels may you find some comfort here. Here in the arms of the angels, may you find some comfort here. Sara McGlocklin (sorry about the phonetic spelling, Sara)
Tomorrow I will visit my sister and her family at The Angel Inn, www.AngelInns.com in Green Lake, WI. A good place for peace and serenity.
Peace and Serenity to you
Tom
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