Steve Jobs last words

In SO many ways I'd like to actually, honestly, really know what lies beyond our life as we know it. Nobody knows.

I don't trust clergy --- least of all. EVER.

I trust me, and I'm not sure. But I hope I get to see people who I've always been curious about. I hope most to see Sage. I hope for lines and lines of people after that. [ shrug ] I wont make up something to tell you if I see beyond this life. I'll be honest with you.

I don't trust clergy ---- least of all. EVER.

If there actually is a God --- He wouldn't have clergy. He would talk to us openly. Faith is control, not a belief in something not seen.

What did you see, feel, smell, hear or think Steve Jobs? What propelled you to say, " Oh Wow. Oh Wow, Oh Wow " ?

If Heaven is real, can I dream about you tonight and can you tell me about it?

P.S. Thanks for my computer. I really rely on it and I do like it.

Snow and blow today. I feel like darkness is trying to drown out my innate sunshine, lightness and buoyancy. I feel like I have been tricked by my own weakness; love. I am here because I love, but I do not love inclemency. I loathe darkness. I loathe cold and wet, and I loathe dangerous driving conditions due to cold, cold weather. I understand, today, that I loathe this weather as much as he loathes the nothingness of warmer climates. Today, I am sad. Today, I am forced to look at what I've made for myself; and for him. Today, I am sad. Today, I am really sad.

Choose, very carefully, those who will surround you in life's journey, should you find yourself completely content and happy, enjoy your choices, if not, give yourself freedom to choose again, and be very careful with whom you choose.

~~~~ Shawn Rocco

We're starting this winter off in a strange manner --- the snow came before the fall colors settled into the trees. This week it's supposed to get warm again, almost like Summer rather than Fall. I want to ski, but I want the season to come after Thanksgiving. If only I were able to control the weather. [ sigh ]It's very pretty, snow in green Aspens, but it's just wrong in every sense.

He said I had to drop everything, get my Mother, then drive to Brighton. He's usually right. [ smiling ]

 Believe me, the colors were more amazing than what I've given you.

Silver Lake is home to a resident moose. We saw her make an attempt to come into the lake but she balked when she saw the people who wanted to take her picture.

It wont be long until snow blankets this beautiful little setting. No matter the season, Brighton is a beautiful little secret of ours.

Next time he wants me to get up and go --- I'll jump at the chance.

The three of us at Silver Lake.

You'll never plow a field by turning it over in your mind.

~~~ Irish Proverb