Jeff Lessard's Blog

Its here a new day. And I'm easing into it. Slow, no real plan. Ideas sure ,just not settled. Sometimes its nice just to go with what ever happens. Take it as it comes. Even if sometimes doesn't go as planned. We just push ahead, manage what we can ,accept what we cant change. Nothing wrong with just saying outta of my hands. Its part of life. So today enjoy what you can control, accept what you cant change. Ease into your day,enjoy your time. Have a good one.

Each morning comes new and full of hope. Steam from coffee rises to nostrils, opening your senses to a new day. Refreshing your mind. Slowly thoughts align to plan your day. Soon they will be formed like a well planned parade. But sometimes even in the best parades ,things dont go as planned. Someone marches out of step, or plays a differnt note. Yet the parade goes on.


Much like our plans for the day ,something happens ,we reform our plans. But we march on. Sometimes in tune others out of tune. Yet we manage to march on. Because once we stop marching the parade is over. And we all love a long parade.So this morning I wish for your parade to be long.You march in step with life.The music you play always in tune with that of the world around you. So enjoy the parade,dance to the music. And lead your parade.

Well a day gone, a nice day .Breeze was blowing gently, across my shoulders as I mowed. The fresh cut grass greener than normal for this time of year. Maybe the color just seemed more vivid. Sometimes that happens. Everything is just right, colors offset each other. The grey of the storm clouds, green of the grass. All becoming a painting, coming togather. Easing your mind helping you forget, the things that sometime blur the color of life.


Everything becomes dull, bland, nothing stands out . Life moves slow, you move through the day. Never really apart of it. But not this day for me.It was easy, a smooth pace. My pace, mind clear colors of the world clear. I hope yours was the same .See the colors,feel the breeze and take it at your pace .Have a good one

The darkness creeps in .Stealing the light of the sun . Night hides the day . Quiet softens the noise of the world. Frogs croak their chorus,whippoorwills sing their song. And night falls. Solitude replaces the chaos, The peace of another day embraces us. Stars hung in the sky like oil paintings. The moon perched watching it all smiling. Life at night ,relaxed time , reflect, time to recharge. When today becomes yesterday, tomorrow becomes today.


The years passing ,world moving. Us riding that train that is life. Hoping it doesn't derail, but knowing sometimes it will. When it does we hope we have the strength to get it back on track. And we do ,sometimes it takes awhile but we manage. Once again we are back in our train cars looking out our windows watching life. Enjoying its sounds its sights. So tonight as I sit here riding that train that is life I wish all the serenity of the night, and the peace it can provide . And may you hear the clackity clack of the frogs and wiperpoorwills. As we make our way down the tracks of life.

So its been awhile ,since I did this. But its been awhile since I have done a lot of things. Its the process , we do things then dont .Maybe we need a break ,maybe we just get lazy. It happens, its ok. But some things we stop, and we miss them. Might not know it at first, but deep inside something is missing. A piece of our soul. For me this is one of those things.


Writing ,sharing my deepest thoughts. Traveling the most remote canyons of my mind and exposing them. Telling a story or just expressing my view. Ok, if someone doesn't understand them . I think if we cant express ourselves , the world is darker. Just to say this is what I think ,if you dont think the same that's ok.

Everyone is differnt ,everyone is unique. Our thoughts are differnt. Its okay, to be differnt but we need to accept we are not the same. I like to write ,some like to be vocal. Others just listen and then with just a few words say what they mean. Whatever way you express yourself is good. But never expect the world to all agree. It dont happen. So as I write my deepest thoughts here remember, I am okay if you dont agree. I will listen to you, for me I know we are differnt .We are all unique and I like that. So now my journey starts again join me as I travel my road. And I will join you.

Another morning fog, hiding the morning sun. Like so many other mornings. Making it hard to see what kind of day it will be .Like when you wake with matter covering your eyes ,and you have to wipe it away to see clearly .The sun will wipe away the fog and the day will become clear . We will make our way through it. Even when its clear ,things unplanned happen .But we stumble through it .Like when you wake in the morning step on a Lego that lays hidden on the floor .You jump and cuss but you get over the surprise ,and move on. So it is with the day. Plans will unravel ,new ones will take their place .And the day will be clear again. At the end of the day we will think back and frown at parts of the day and smile at other parts. So here's to hoping your day has more smiles ,than frowns . The sun clears the fog ,and the Legos are picked up. Have a good one .

If Monday comes ,and the morning news is about mankind killing mankind . Will the rest week be like too many weeks now. Stories of intolerance ,stories of the world destroying the world . If Tuesday comes and the morning news is about innocent children taken by sick individuals will the rest of the week be like too many weeks now . If Wednesday comes ,and the morning news is about mans indifference to man.Will the rest of the week be like too many weeks now. If Thursday comes and the morning news is about ,people living on the streets ,hungry cold forgotten .Will the rest of the week be like too many weeks now . If Friday comes and the morning news is about elected officials who should represent all, but really represent themselves .Will the rest of the week be like too many weeks now . If Saturday comes and the morning news is about , the days before it ,killings ,poverty, intolerance , corruption , Will Sunday even come .

Funny how sometimes things work. Something easy becomes hard . Hard becomes easy, good becomes bad ,sad becomes happy . with each we learn about ourselves. With each we become stronger , we grow. More resilient, mature and ourselves. Sometimes we question what we are ,other times we know. We all have skeletons in our closets . And want to keep them there. But sometimes we have to let them out ,to find the spirit that we truly are. After all skeletons are really just life lessons and life is learning . So face your skeletons think about the lessons and live life without fear

Sun peaking through fog. Morning creeping in. A new day arrives. I am up ,coffee down, and ready for it. What will it bring ,not sure .I know at some point I will smile, I will frown . IF I let the smiles run my day it will be a good day, if the frowns do it will still be good . Because its another day, with my children, my friends. And that's something to smile about. So sip your coffee, watch the sun creep in, the fog sneak away and the day clear, smile and enjoy your time.Here's to you

Sitting here thinking . When I was young there were fears .Or maybe what ifs. Like what if someone went off the deep end and started killing people in a public place . Now ,that what if has become a reality. What if we couldn't explore places without being on alert. Now reality daily. What if I became more important then we . Now reality with the life we lead. What if our children were not able to play freely .Now reality. What if machines took the place of people ,now reality .What if friends were replaced with just pics,now reality. What if a fence was built between groups of people and there was no in between to learn about the other side . Now reality . What if it became normal to buy a phone not to talk but to type. Now reality. What if bad guys became hero's, good guys became the bad guys .Now reality. Now I sit here thinking What if we could change all this . What if we listened ,and seen . What if our reality's became just what ifs again . What if we became civilized again. What if our children could be children again.