Farmer MacEgan's Daily Scrawl-9/01
9/12/01
The events of yesterday are weighing heavy on my mind, but before I get into that I wish to write about my weekend. I had a really fun weekend. On Saturday, Dustin, Jeff, and I decided to go climbing up Ogden Canyon. I took some pictures, check them out in my Latest Album. Here is a poem I wrote while at the base of the climb:
Climbing Lifes Crags
Delicately moving across the surface of life,
Fears lurk in the small holds,
Grasping for the bits of sanity,
That drive us ever onward to the goal.
Numbness invades the feeling,
And darkness creeps into the mind and starts,
A nervous shaking in the corners of the psyche.
Exhilleration feeds the need to reach onward,
Higher, as excitement forces us to continue,
And at last grab hold of something so solid,
For an instant the way seems easy and light,
Making progress sure,
And breathing life into existence,
Learning and growing, we reach the magnificent,
The end and the beginning.
We went to Savers thrift store afterwards and bought about 100.00 worth of clothes between the three of us. Kind of crazy! I finally got all the pictures for taken for my Space Invaders tile mosaics, check them out in the albums. Sunday I got invited to a barbecue by my former brother in law. I wasn't sure whether to go, but had nothing else to do for some reason. It is always a mixed bag of emotions when I see my x-wife's relations. I think it set me back into sorrow a bit, but it was fun to see them all and they are very understanding about this unfortunate turn of events. So yesterday was a crazy one, Hyjacked Jets flying into the World Trade Towers and the Pentagon. I bit frightening and suprising for me. To what lengths will people go for power and money. Suicide bombing is just such a weird concept for me. Maybe it works better for those who grew up with a belief in reincarnation. And with that one of the latest poems:
Be Ready for the Concept of Reincarnation
What do we do with our lives,
When we find ourselves hanging on a rack;
Dirty, worn, used, rough, jagged us,
Waiting in a thrift store,
Hoping someone will come along,
And pick us up with some excitement,
And feed into us some new energy,
If only for a short while,
We are happy together,
And everything becomes new and fresh again.
We relive our lives again, over and over,
Thinking about the cycle of friendship
And the clasp of a helping hand;
We move on through life,
And when nearing the end,
We sense something of a new beginning,
When God picks us up,
And we are ready for the concept of reincarnation again.
My closing words for today are that "the truth" is stranger than "fiction" I still have faith in humanity inspite of yesterdays events, people must have freedom, and I feel lucky to live with so many freedoms in this nation. I can only hope that someday we will all be lead our lives by love and compassion, finding the "truth" about what peace and happiness are.
9/30/01
I recently returned from a trip up to the St. Anthony sand Dunes in Idaho. I went with my brother-in-law Scott. He has built an awesome sand rail and it is amazingly fun to drive. Check out the pictures. We climbed up some very steep hills and zoomed around some sand bowls. The sand is so unpredictable and very amazing. Most of the time we wore these hoods over our heads to keep the sand out. With these on we looked like bandits and when we stopped by some bikers they yelled, "don't Shoot!" in jest. What an incredible rush this was, I highly recommend it. Scott let me drive and I got really good at fish tailing around. There is a fear factor in this, but it adds to the excitement. Thanks to Scott for a wonderful weekend of fun!
