Showing posts from November, 2008

'Strain at a gnat and swallow a'...what??

A Camel. Hey, I found it written in the Bible. It talks about 'straining at a gnat and swallowing a camel.' Being a guy full of questions I wondered what that's supposed to mean.Now according to what I looked up a gnat is a tiny insect. So what I thought was that I might be so focused on the gnat that I lose sight of the fact that's it's only a small part of the 'big picture' (camel). Or maybe put in simpler terms..."I can't see the forest for the trees." My dad taught me about that stuff when I was a kid. He'd get me picture puzzles. He'd say, "Look at the big picture first, then you'll be to see how the pieces of the puzzle fit together. It makes it a whole lot easier." And that's the way I think. I try to look at the 'big picture' first...but in many things, I'm still puzzled by what I see. But I'm working on it. That's the fun in 'living and learning.'

The early morning meditation...

Auguste Rodin's sculpture, The Thinker, has been always been one of my favorites because of the meaning it has for me.First, when I gaze (which is the fancy-dancy word I use for 'look') at a replica of it, I see a reflection of myself, doing what I love to do. Think. Of course I'm dressed a little differently because this is New England and not the tropics.After all these years of 'thinking' about my dream, I've come to the conclusion that if I don't act on it, I'm going to end up like the 'nameless sculpture dude.' Hmmm. I can't picture myself 120 plus years from now still sitting and"thinking.' Unh uh. So I'm off...and blooging. Hey, what can I say. My dream is to write and I've gotta start somewhere. Then a funny thought crossed my mind. What was Roding doing when the inspiration came to him for the statue? I started laughing. I can only imagine...but I won't even go there. After all, it is a po… name is Cherokee Elvis

Woof, woof, woof. I thought I help my daddy aka John, with his blog. He said he was going to write about me...but I've been waiting and waiting...and waiting for him to do it. That miracle hasn't happened I just thought I jump up and help. Betcha want to see what I look like, dontcha? Welll....dontcha?

Ain't I cute? Everyone tells me that I am.I was born 7 years ago in Kansas, just like the liitle dog, Toto, in the Wiazrd of Oz. What a coincidence huh, 'Ceptin I'm a Bichon Frise. How do I know that? Because I'm smart...and I'm a good listener and I hear my Mommy telling people that I am. Her real name is Sylvia...but I call her Mommy for short. Why? Because she's my Mommy...why else? Heh, heh, heh.

Do you want to see another picture of me? Well...dontcha?

This is my Mommy and me. She loves me bunches and bunches and bunches. How do I know? She shows it. So how am I writing this? I already told you...I'm smart. When Daddy held me on the pillo…