Yearly Post

Looks like I am not good at making posts on my personal site.  The last year has been busy trying to build a business and put food on the table.  Right now I have a full time job, a little FileMaker consulting and trying to build the WordPress hosting company I am doing with my sister Jill.  Check out practitionerinsight.com and valterasolutions.com for the hosting initiatives.  I also have a few sites for the groups I spend my free time on, angelorum.org, nwrally.orgpsrally.com.

Personal Websites

It has been more then a year since I made a post to my website.  I wonder, in the day of Facebook are personal blogs needed any longer?  Why did we ever setup personal blogs in the first place?

I know the reason I started was to learn html.  Then drupal came along and I jumped on the band wagon but I didn’t get it to do the things I wanted.  I later changed to wordpress, at the time it wasn’t as powerful as drupal but I could get it to do the few things I wanted easier.  Now I have about 6 other wordpress sites, none of them has any more content then this one, yet I still keep them around.

Maybe I will find a voice again, maybe not.

Poem by Tecumseh

Amazing poem by Native American Shawnee Chief, Tecumseh.

So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion;respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.

Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and grovel to none.

When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision.

When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.

My son the drummer

We put my 6 year old in drumming lessons about a year ago and he is doing really well. His instructor has had him practice two songs and then recorded him playing the drums part. He just finished the second one yesterday and I thought I would post it for others to hear. sean on drums

In the recording session