Monday, May 20, 2013

In the beginning.

In the beginning…..

The book of Genesis starts out with those words. And since this is the beginning of this blog, I want to start out with the same words. This isn’t the first time I have blogged but this time I want to keep it moving forward. That being said, I want to briefly touch on the past. I have recently come to terms with the fact that the past is what it is. Nothing you do now can ever change what has happened. You can make amends for your mistakes, you can try to counter wrongs with rights but you can never go back and change what has been done.

You can however accept the past without embracing it. You can go forward with your head high and start a new life. Every second is a new beginning. And at each beginning we have the option of taking one path or another. Most of us know in our hearts which path is right and which is wrong. It is up to us to make the right choice. We must choose and we must choose correctly in order to free our minds and bodies from the burdens of life and the universe. What I write here will be my feelings and views on my life and life in general. It may not always be pleasant or liked by everyone but it will be the truth as I see it.

My beginning started in a little town in Florida back in the middle 50’s. I would like to say that I came from a good home but the truth is that it was only that way some of the time. We had some great times but we also had some really bad times. They say when faced with a bad situation we have three options; fright, fight or flight. I chose Flight. And that set my tone for my life up to my middle years. Whenever a situation arose that I didn’t like, I simply walked away.

During my childhood I needed a place free from arguing and fighting. I found that place in a little one square block garden in the middle of town called the Ormond War Memorial Gardens. It was a place dedicated to the men and women that served in the military that were from that town and there was an art gallery and also a lush garden filled with tropical plants and small ponds. I spent many hours there as a child hiding from the evil that lived outside. It was there that I first talked to God and felt that He truly was listening. It was my escape from the reality of life.

As I grew older I because caught in the speed lane of life and my trips to that little garden became less and less and eventually I moved away. But that garden still holds a special place in my heart and I return there to pray whenever I am in town. And God listens and answers my prayers. Maybe that is why I enjoy gardening so much today. When I am in my garden, I feel at home.




  1. Welcome to your new home!
    You know, I have heard the fright, fight, flight before but have never REALLY heard it or thought about. When I think back to my childhood, I fall in the Fright category. Now as an adult, if a situation is reminiscent of a negative childhood experience, I do a little more flying from it. I agree, with the accepting the past without embracing. It is what it is and it did shape us. There are also many hidden treasures if those experiences are looked at/remembered in the right way.

    Looking forward to your future posts!

  2. Hi Greg :) Great first post. Sounds like a very nice place to go and pray.

  3. Hello BFF, welcome back! Long time no see! Great post and I want to say that I also chose's much easier to avoid the conflict and fighting! I have not been blogging on my old blog either...instead my dog blogs now....HA! Check it out!