COMPASS Well, its ten after eight, I have had my first pot of coffee and a nap.......so its time to get this day started. Yes I said nap, got up at 4:30 with the love of my life and decided to hell with it, back for an hour snooze. I posted last evening I would be back with my thoughts this morning, but rereading that post,,,,,,,,,,I said all that really needs to be said. In my travels since Iowa Thunder started I have surrounded myself with folk who share my ideals, my concepts of Honor and Respect. Just as in every venue, each of us has a unique way of displaying or expressing what and how we wish to be heard. And uniquely, no two of us are exactly the same. That is awesome in its own because it allows us, if we will open our minds and our hearts to realize our personal concepts may be a little out of kelter. What the hell is wrong with that? Yep, absolutely nothing, If we were all the same, life would not hold the mystery nor present the opportunities that it does. The common thread, the core of our ability to do what we do is how all the individuality comes together to support and sustain our mission. One comment I have heard so often is that what I do works because it comes from the heart. I am going with the heart concept this morning simply because, we have come to accept that as an expression of our sincerest love, compassion and faith. And now a moment of confession..........The profile photo on Iowa Thunder is Air Dave. He is responsible for one of two instances when a helicopter triggered a flashback to Vietnam. The other time was Sat afternoon. The life flight that landed at the fairground a block away caught me off guard. As I said in the piece I wrote on Iowa Thunder the beat of the rotors pulled me back almost as fast as they took me into the abyss. But there are always residule images to deal with. Most of Sat and Sun was spent dealing with those memories and by the time I got to the meeting in Des Moines, I was ready to roll Iowa Thunder up and walk away. I get really beat up some days doing what I do, and then there are the days when I remember how beat up I got not doing what I do. There will come a day when I do step away from the mission, but its not today. Until the day that I lay the pine box and the mission is about me, I will stay the course. On the days when the mission weighs heavy, I will count on you to keep me steady. The last two days have proven I can count on you. From the heart, from the conscious, from the soul, from everywhere and everything that makes me who I am.........thank you. peace out
Posted on: Tue, 15 Jul 2014 13:55:32 +0000