Easily Amazed

My dad just had a 6 month scan that came back CLEAN!!! Yeahhh!!!

I’m celebrating with joy and wishing Paul and Cathy a happy anniversary!!

photo by athinaf

Could you or someone you know help me with some technical support?

Easily Amazed used to have a Community Forum. It was set up by an angel who heard me say “I’d love to have an online forum”… and wah-lah… he began hosting the easilyamazed domain on a server and set up a forum (among other things). How gracious. What a gift.

I loved the forum dearly. I invited some friends over to play. We had a lot of fun. We developed a community there. It was a sacred place. Then things started to change. It needed to be upgraded, but I didn’t know how. It sat there on my server, patiently waiting for me to pay attention to it. But, alas, I didn’t understand how to work with the server and upgrade it… so the bugs moved in. We finally had to put it to sleep. I really miss it. I’d like another one.

And so my request, could you or someone you know teach me how to interact with my server and either fix the current forum or upload a new one (easilyamazed is hosted on lunarpages)?

I greatly appreciate any support or introductions you could offer. If all works out, I’ll be able to invite you over to a new place to play some time soon!!!

This is an email forward that touched me… enjoy!

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.

One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room’s only window.

The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end.

They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.

Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.

Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.

Although the other man could not hear the band – he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days, weeks and months passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.

She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.

He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.

It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.

She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’

Photo source is ahp_ibanez

In the past I haven’t used this webl explicitly as a personal journal. At times I journal about the learnings in my journey but I’ve tended to stay away from the details that involve my personal relationships. I’ve favored expressing my internal terrain.

I’m nervous for this site to have a journal edge. I’m not really certain who reads it anymore… I know colleagues and clients find their way here, I know a google search of me will bring you here… Do I really want someone to open up a window into me and see a ‘journal entry?’ What are responsible boundaries with an online presence? I’ve been asking these questions ever since I started blogging. This is nothing new!

It seems that I’m taking turn towards the journal… at least for now!

Photo from nuanc