Obama calls Nobel Peace Prize is ‘call to action’

As much as I don’t like talking about politics I and very excited that Obama won the Nobel Peace Prize.

While I know that the talking heads will cheapen the significance of an international body recognizing a person for their efforts in fomenting peace, it vindicated one of the main reasons for I voted for this man.

I believed from day one that his election as president would show the world community that WE as a nation of many backgrounds had a MAYORITY of people that believed in change, that believed that we were at war with TERRORISM and not with ISLAM.

I applaud Obama’s reaction as a call to action as he works hard to get our house in order still does not forget that a world not a piece will only bring more issues back to the US.

I am proud to have voted for Obama, and even more so that the world sees that change will bring peace.

Art for the Soul

I love blogging because of the community you build with your circle. While thanks to the KC Bloggers I was able to expand my blogger circle quite a bit, reading Daniel and Will has always been a constant source of topics to expand on, agree with or disagree. One of the topics I have been wanting to discuss is art appreciation and how not everyone seems to like all types of art. It started with Dan posting poetry, which I like and appreciate, but not as much as other forms of art. Without getting into the branch of philosophy known as aesthetics and for this post’s discussion lets define forms of art as music, literature, sculpture, and paintings.

XO beat me to the punch and posted a very outspoken prose ode to poetry. Then Emawkc came back and told XO how it is and that thanks to him renouncing to his soul and turning atheist he was not able to appreciate poetry.

Funny that I happen to fall right in the middle of those two views… not quite sandwiched in, but I think they both have a point. Lets examine the following.

(Move my soul) Music – Literature – Paintings – Sculpture (I don’t get)

I admit it, sculpture do pretty much nothing for me. The most interesting thing in that genre besides some fountains is maybe just huge real life things like the shuttlecock on the lawn of the Nelson Atkins museum. Paintings also don’t transmit as much feeling into my brain as photos do. Some people see tons of stuff in a painting that are just beyond my comprehension. I could not be moved by a sculpture no matter how beautiful as I am by a melody or some well arranged words.

I am sure XO appreciates art in some level, and something has to get to his non existent soul once in a while. Now the question is, using this little scale I use give us your order… I wonder if it is purely a senses type of thing, or if culture plays into it. So lets see your answers.

Listen to the Universe

Destiny is a funny thing. Many people have used the phrase, “it was meant to be,” and in a way acknowledging the existence of a higher power or force that moves the chess pieces of the game of life.

Amongst the eclectic group comprises my friend circle I many are either complete atheists or agnostics. What is amazing to me is that they are people that I would consider very spiritual even if the concept of an all powerful sentient being pulling strings is just foreign to them.

We live in a world where religion is all around us. As a Christian I experience things for a little different perspective, and I honestly do not feel any superiority because of what I believe nor any inferiority because of it either. Some of the atheist I know are almost as militant as the bible thumpers in letting people know that “their” truth is out there. I don’t feel the need to push my religion on anyone, but I am more than happy to share it with those that want to learn more about it.

Things are falling into place for the next steps on this chapter or my life. My wife completed one of the corners of the puzzle I was building and now it seems like more and more pieces are falling into place. Its funny how the job that I thought was the biggest factor is almost dwarfed by the fact that we might have found the perferct place to live. I was super excited to show Bea the condo because I felt it was a gift for the both of us to go into a place that we might get to truly call home.

Sacrifice is a word that is overused. I wish people would use the language a lot more without making the people that use vocabulary feel like they are being elitist trying to use “big” words. Leaving Kansas City was not easy decisions because we built our life together there; many people were not just a part of it but key players that helped us make the rope of our relationship that much stronger. I hope that we get to see our friends often and that the distance only makes them stronger.

The way I found the place where we might have you guys over was all a matter of chance. I had a realtor setting up showings for me and he just happened to send me the wrong address to a place that I let him add to the list but did not meet my criteria. Then the owner of the place we might be getting who lives in Denver happened to be in town and was willing to show me his place before going on a work trip. I got a text message for both the guy from the realty and the owner of the condo within minutes and I almost thought the cell company messed up somehow.

The address was the same for both. I met the realtor and called the owner to tell him I was a little early for our appointment. I saw two condos in the same property but after talking to the owner of one of them I was pretty much sold. The units are almost identical but I knew Bea would love the open kitchen and the fact that the back deck looks at a small river and a Catholic church. I saw the place and I could not wait until she saw it… now she has and liked it too and we should be signing papers next weekend.

The fact that we are less than a block from Church is awesome, but also that it has so many little things that I know will make my wife smile is icing on the cake. Higher power or not I feel pretty lucky that after only a week of looking we might have stumbled into the perfect place for us to continuing to write the story of our lives.