June 28, 2010 DanielMcCree.Org

"A Rainy Day", June 28, 2010

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Colby writes:

You know in my very brief study of astrology, I recall the particluar nature of the whole thing was

the cyclical nature that is to be human. It was in this idea, that I began to review the dozen or so volumes of journal I kept from when I was 14 till about 20. I couldnt help but notice the same "kind" of things happen to me

almost like a calender itself.

So it is with this thought, that I created this page. It really is just a time capsule so I wont forget it. I am at my office now, having been thrown out of the net that caught me a few months ago.

And without much warning, I am for the very first time, at the age of 34, without a place to lay my head for the night. And yet, I also recognize, that even in this "first" I feel joyous and peaceful, and yes. Calm.

Mostly I want to remember this moment, so I will not forget that

happiness is based upon circumstances, whereas JOY, now that comes from within us.

I cant help but focus on my blessings. I have a place at the very least to sit in comfort and be here typing this.

(my litle goldfish bowl by the trains) I know Danny created this place for me. LOL Blessed I am!

And along that same vine I also find a new opportunity. and/or challenge :)

So a bit wordy this certainly will become, it is perhaps a bit overdue. Afterall, this entire website is suppposed to be a biography of Daniel, and the lofty idea of sharing the love story, that he is to so many.

It must have been sometime around late June, when Chad and I drove him, and perhaps even Larry that night back to Belleville.

We "campaigned him all the way home" as I recall, he said- referring to the music selections that night, one of which was this, and I remember him saying he'd never heard it before, but liked it alot. It really goes to me, as a reminder that a particlar darkness seemed to loom that night. I still cant help but drive by his old place Every time, I am in Belleville. And weather permitting go for a walk in the northside park. It is etched into my memory.

I must be moved, such as the wind blows the tallest trees to sway, and remember to save some space for GALA

live within forgiveness, with a "J" in my heart, -on my sleave. For then, the golden trumpet, and the Brass Stallion, triumph all that is.