Predictions trump Memories

I don’t spend much time thinking about the past.
Yesterday can’t help me face today.
Tomorrow can’t help me today.
I try to avoid thinking about the past.
I am a personal friend of the one who holds forever in His hand.
And He has told me not to worry about tomorrow,
He has everything under control.

Occasionally; someone says something that takes me back to the past, and forces me to make it across that bridge that all the water flowed under.

I haven’t been blogging much lately. I need to learn time management. Time management is my project for my soon approaching 60th. Never too late?
Since I haven’t spent much time pimping my blog lately………comments are becoming scarce here at Sanity’s Bluff.

Then tonight, something jogged my memory.

Shane, the creator of one of my favorite blogs, ReflekShins left a comment at Sanity’s Bluff, that made me think about, yesterday, today and tomorrow.

Before I go any further, please take the time to visit Shane’s Blog. But remember the back button, and get back here to Sanity’s Bluff.

Wasn’t that an inspirational, enjoyable blog?

Here is a comment Shane left here at Sanity’s Bluff. It was left after Shane read a longwinded blogarticle of mine, about farmers, in China, in America and in trouble. The article was "Your Grandparents May Have Been Farmers!"
Shanes comment was simply…

singing - "Where have all the farmers gone?"

It is thoughtful comments like this, that make life a little more enjoyable.

Upon reading Shane's comment, my mind naturally recalled one of my favorite songs in my early 60’s life, that was Pete Seeger, singing “Where have all the flowers gone?” (it amazes me how someone as young as Shane knows so much about things that happened before he was born).

Here is a bit of the song…

Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the flowers gone?
Girls have picked them every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?


It was songs like this that inspired me in my youth. Since I left my youth behind; no one has ever asked me the question, “Which artist, musician or politician inspired you the most?” That probably is because I am a nothing (who would care to know what inspired me) and insignificant nothings need no inspiration to fail.

But if I had of been asked, I would have told the truth…Buffy Sainte-Marie.

Go google my inspiration, and figure?