Question; “What is the most recycled element in our world (besides air)” ?

Since the conception of planet Earth and the introduction of water, not a single drop of this precious commodity has been added…it has simply been recycled. There may be elements in the periodic chart that are recycled more, but from an average human perspective, water is it. Without it, we perish. As I watched a Spring thunderstorm pour down bucketfuls of rain I thought this to be so.


I thought about the monsoons of SW Asia and the deserts of many countries, the high mountains throughout the world and steepes and plains which are manifold…each receiving this precious gift we call water. Some get way too much of it while others not near enough to exist. Yet, to mankind’s chagrin, life does exist in the most extreme of places.

I have watched fascinating BBC videos named Planet Earth, and I am reminded how unbelievably intricate the balance of all life is in terms of resources, ingenuity, adaptation and even reasoning. God did a great thing when He created the Heavens and the Earth, and chose to populate them with such a variety of life that simply exceeds all imagination.

But, the basis of survival is simply water. Recycled. Joyful. Water.

Treat it with dignity !


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So much has been written and will continue to be written about mothers that I dare write anything more. However, I must say a few words regardless of their redundancy.

If you lived in a stable family environment where mom was around while you grew up, there is no other force as powerful as our mothers (in some cases, grandmothers or aunts). Yes, fathers are vital to becoming a well-rounded individual, but the presence of mom in our formative years cannot be over stated.

Mothers revealed the world to us in a variety of ways with the most being love demonstrated in a myriad of actions and words. I wouldn’t trade the childhood years with my mom for any other. I am sure my wife feels the same about her mom. Hopefully, you do, too. Not all was rosy to be sure, but when I look at all of the broken families around me, I am superbly grateful.

As I recall our child-raising years, our children couldn’t have had a better mom. Cheryl fulfilled her role as a sculptor of character in ways that still astound me. Now, my daughter is doing the same with her children. Such a joy to behold.

For those who never knew their moms or had terrible experiences with them, my heart goes out to you. If you can, find a grandma to make up for what is missing or was lost.

So, on this Mother’s Day, I simply say thanks mom and wife for caring so deeply, loving so unconditionally, protecting relentlessly, and teaching unceasingly. Bless our moms.

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“What a Day for a Day Dream”

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What a day for a day dreamin’ boy. And I’m lost in a daydream.

Dreamin’ ’bout my bundle of joy. And even if time ain’t really on my side.

It’s one of those days for takin’ a walk outside. I”m blowin’ the day to take a walk in the sun. And fall on my face on somebody’s new mowed lawn.

I’ve been havin’ a sweet dream. I been dreamin’ since I woke up today.

It’s starrin’ me and my sweet dream.

‘Cause she’s the one that makes me feel this way…”

The Lovin’ Spoonful, 1966

Dedicated to my love, Cheryl. 2019…and Carson