Anybody Here Speak Gaelic?

My family’s recent trip has been featured in an Irish magazine. Too bad none of us know the language well enough to read it.

My parents with Mike the Fiddler’s famous instrument

The Coming Dilema

This week my pick for President left the race.

For now I will be supporting this man.

Once he leave the race, I’m going to have to make a choice between crap and more crap.

Fear

All my life growing up I’ve been taught in Church that fear is not a Godly quality. I’ve been told it is never a good thing. That as we progress to be better people we work to eliminate fear as dynamics in our lives. I’m sure we should.

But I’m not so sure fear is really all that bad. I had a conversation with Dave a couple weeks ago about a documentary we are planning and we got to talking about fear and the role it plays in our lives. It really can be a driving force for good. A parent works hard at their job because they want to provide for their offspring. This is done partially out of fear. What if I can’t feed my babies? What if I can’t afford college tuition? Yes, I will admit that other motives are involved such as sense of responsibility, love, etc. But I do think fear can be a positive motivator. I do many things that I do out of fear of losing my home, fear of physical pain, and letting others down.

Maybe fear is a crutch that we outgrow? Maybe the need to be motivated by fear is uniquely human - acceptable for a time, but in order to progress we need to live a higher law. My assumption is that God would not be driven by fear. More like knowledge and pure love. Do we outgrow fears as we age? I don’t know. Seems to me when my childhood fears pass away I have new adult oriented anxieties pop up to take their place. I’d like to think that I will shed some of these things that trouble me as I go. It might happen. When one gets old I imagine the central fear is what happens when I die? There may not be much more on your mind. We kind of focus down to that question as we get closer to our time to leave. I’m guessing once that fear is resolved after we die -we won’t have much to fear because either we’ve been reassured in the afterlife or we return to dust and don’t have the capacity to feel that emotion anymore.

I guess I should never allow it to drive me but always let a little in – just to remind me what I should be doing and why.

Morning Sky

I woke up today and the sky looked to be on fire. Sadly, it took me a long time to find my camera so what you see pictured is only about half as impressive as when I first blinked my eyes open.

Welcome Home.

Shut This Down Video Released

Directed by Georgia Pantazopoulos

from www.vimeo.com posted with vodpod

A Man Without A Home

2007 has been a nomadic year for me. I technically live in Los Angeles. That is where all my stuff is anyway. But I’ve spent about 6 months of the living in Vermont and working in Connecticut and New York. When in Vermont I stay at my family’s wonderful home in the Burlington area. The dwelling space that used to be known as my room has long since morphed into a sewing room -slash- junk dumping area. This was no problem this year as I stayed one door over in the vacant room of my Brother who is currently serving as a missionary in Europe.

Aside from the time in New England I went to Ireland and Boston (repeatedly) with the family. I’ve traveled a fair bit for work to Toronto, Montreal, San Diego, Las Vegas, Kansas, Sacramento, New Jersey, and New York again. I’ve driven across the country twice. I logged about a month in Utah over 3 visits.

So now it seems I really may be on a train out of this hellish town they call LA. The tentative plan is to move to Provo, Utah where better jobs, quality of life, and real estate opportunities apparently exist. We’ll see if it actually happens.

Of course all this will not happen before I go back to Vermont on Wednesday and will remain for nearly a month. Wedged in there I’m sure will be our yearly holiday visit to see family in Boston. Of course when I return home this time, my Brother will reclaim his rightful living space and my youngest Sister will find her room occupied by a doctor. There will be a lot of room jockeying. After this I will likely return to LA to box up all my crap and move it to…storage.

Thats right, I will not be taking a direct route to Utah. Most likely I will spend the months of January and February (and beyond?) in Orlando, Florida to retake some classes at my alma mater to brush up on the necessary skills required for obtaining the jobs I’m chasing.

Then on to Utah I suppose.

You may think of this as bragging, but – as my family can attest to – I HATE moving and I HATE traveling. Really, there is nothing I like less, and nothing I do more. 

Kristy Findley

Rest In Peace