Noel McShane

Life was good............and whole.............
as it was meant to be..........
I have nothing to say........... I pass only a smile to you............
My Friends of the Ether............magic of the electron........
The spirit of the ancestors has taken my soul tonight........
I wish to share a glimpse of it with you......

Noel

Thank you all for your amazing depth of Patience, commitment, knowledge and
Friendship..........
I suspect this little group has become an important part to all of us......
not only for its Home inspection parts.....
but more importantly, a window into other lives.....
other views.......
another way of touching...........
Peace to all
Noel

Another thing.... this HI thing ain't religion with ya'all.......
Like myself you could leave this gig tomorrow and never look back...
It ain't a bad gig... better than punching a clock....
But it'll never compete with a good painting...... well written story.......
or a well tended garden.
It also will never buy back a day with your daughter on a softball field......
Or a stolen moment to watch the little figures that appear from the heavy rain falling on the lake........................
I wouldn't swap one Poem for all the codebooks in the whole damn world.

If questioned of your confidence ( the dumb will call it arrogance)
say this...
"I am the better than most, and best that I can be today..
but tomorrow I'll be even better."

Be careful out there guys.......
It is far from a morose thought to occasionally review your life as if you
only had a little time left......
Think of all things you'd say and do if you knew you were departing......
Regrets are the saddest thing in this ol' life.
Never leave a loved one Angry, and always
kiss your Wife and Children every day and tell them you love them.

A man makes his own luck (Karma)
Moxy powers all....
Every man is master of his own destiny... inaction is the inability to recognize the ticking clock.

There isn't always an Amber warning between the green and red light.
Be prepared.

Everything is filtered by
YOU.

Thinking and getting others to think "out of the slot"
is my passion, "can't make omelettes without breaking eggs"

It's not the bullet that gets you, that makes one think........
it's the one that came oh so close.

Ya'all have more time together.... use it well.

A wasp can steer an elephant better than a mule if it stings in the right places.... at the right time.

All I ever I had when young,
was time and more to spare...
and now that I am growing old
to Time, I give a care.
Grow old gracefully all.....
and may your time not fade
before heart, soul and mind become one.

Smiling Maggie with the red hair and green eyes left us......
the grief of her departure has softened to sadness
and a little smile begins to grow at her memory,
I have no doubt she lays in safe harbor......
Patsy Lee, dear sweet cousin Patsy......
the strongest man I ever knew.......
Life threw many curves and scourges on Patsy......
but it only seemed to make him stronger...
a look into his eyes and even a fool knew
here is a wise man......
Forged in the fire for some greater purpose only god knows
and kept close to his breast......
now Patsy resides with his God.......
As the Irish Catholic Priest said at Patsy's funeral.....
If Patsy doesn't dwell in the highest reaches of heaven,
there is no heaven, there is no God..........
Patsy and heaven are like light and heat.... married.
Many loved ones have left me......
Patsy will always be my real life hero.......
my ideal Man.......
an incredible mixture of strength and love..
I wish you all could have known him, a true living jewel
and the closest I ever came to knowing a saint.

Personally I don't believe living to 150 would make humans any wiser,
on the contrary, I think they'd get more selfish.....
I have no doubt the technology to live to 150 is possible, question is, who'll pay for it?
It won't come free. So who gets it?
Count me out............ as soon as the limbs and faculties go I’m outa here.
I would never allow myself to be a burden to my children, or yours either.
(visions of noble elder eskimos walking out into the snow in the silence of the night.)

A rose's beauty lies as much with its fleeting life as its shape and smell.
Personally I always preferred the wild ones that grow in the hedges,
somehow sweeter for the wildness of their beauty
Few realize it, but death is beautiful.........
A man loves and appreciates it in the seasons around him
but fears it in himself.
Faith, the only boat to cross the dark waters......
Not to be confused with religion.
Religion is the rope thrown to the drowning man....
Faith, is the strength to pull yourself in.
There are only two times a soul is totally alone
when they first see human life
when they are in danger of losing it.
Faith....... all one needs.
No one can give it to you, only inspire you to it.
A wise man once said....
"A man of faith can tell a mountain to move and it moves......"
He spoke not only of the mountains we can see.
A man of faith has no religion, that’s a mass thing.
He is at home with his own personal God.
No one can pull faith asunder but the self.
Death, like birth, is a door......
Human Life a window....
Enjoy the view .

Dang I love ya Da....
" Sweet , sweet the memories you gave to me".
Miss you old fella.......
wish we could talk.....
one day... we'll sit as share a drink ........ somewhere...
and sing and not care who hears us......

I'm stuck with one way conversations with my Da......
but I sometimes know he's listening across the void.
his smiling eyes never died.
Ha! ..........
he's here!

If I were The President I'd have a toilet designed with a choice .
small flush for peeing,
med. flush for regular movements,
and full flush for the day after thanksgiving.

SUMMER SHOWER
A breeze stirs...
and a million leaves murmur your arrival.
The dappled green canopy of trees reflect the sunlight below with an dancing
array of light that shames
the lead glass windows of the greatest cathedral.
The gentle rain descends
and the quenching of the gardens thirst
rises like sighs through the morning air.
A solitary bird calls out across the treetops....
a heartfelt prayer of joy and thanks.... to be in the presence.
Those who would know
Need only sit and be still...
and the great Silence arrives.
Those who would think to know
add their chatter to the noise.
Like sleepwalkers,
intent on words of long dead ghosts and phantoms
they miss the God granted Now.

I walked upstairs to find two ladies in their forties/fifties in the
kitchen. They didn't have to say who they were.....
although older I could still see the traces of those young features......
The joy and enthusiasm had left... not just from the distress of losing parents.. it was deeper than that. Life and family, disappointments and experience had placed some lines across their faces.
I introduced myself and gave my sympathies and continued on with my work.......
I couldn't help overhear their conversation.......
I never really knew Daddy... one was saying...
I learned more about him in the last week reading his letters and going through his stuff, you know I'd never go into his stuff, it seemed so private.........
In that moment this passing ghost and I totally connected...........
I saw my own passing, my own daughters, my own life........
People I don't know picking up and playing with my personal things........

I live by simple rules....
you call the tune
you pay the piper.
I play in your world
I'll play your rules as long as they don't infringe on mine.
Don't dance in my little world uninvited

A compassionate Samurai wouldn't hurt a a fly with one wing.
He'd lay his head on the block and smile.

Question: Would Modern man if he could travel time/space
spend a lot of time money saving the Dinosuars...........
especially when he saw the cute dinosaur
babies..... Ahhhhhhhhh.....
If so would Modern man exist?
What is a modern Man?
What is a man?
Is man the optimal end of evolution?

I am installing better grounding on my own house.
Let it hit...... I'll sleep..........
and I still ain't going in the basement with the wife and girls
when the Tornado horn sounds..........
I like my own bed.......
There's worse places to die.

I ramble coz I'm as surprised what comes out as anyone else is.
I swear I'm channeling for some long dead Celt.
I think the older I get, the more HE takes over.

My wishes for their well being are sincere...
the question is
what do we mean by " well being"
only the body dies.....
trust me.....
It is so.

I would wrap it up and pass it to you.... but you already know... it lies within.

I will not be morbid and my attention is to prevent others from slipping down that dark road.
I will live and enjoy life till the last moment, soon enough to die.
When that will be, is in Gods hands, a better planner than I .

So it is... on this stage below the heavens.
Choose well the role, and play like your very life depended on it.
And remember, Who be this actor?

The greatest knowledge you'll ever know
is ones own ignorance.
We limp onward from there.
The only thing worth knowing
is your Self.
The rest is static.
God really is
in Everything.

Blame not which way the wind blows…
When Tragedy occurs.
how else can the play have meaning?
Good sailors always have direction.
.Regardless. of storm,calm or compass…
So bid adieu,
Director, Producer, Conductor,
And even Willie's wit...
And cast yourself adrift
Upon your voyage
And play...
from the core of your being....
For God smiles on a player
Who will dance the dance...
in the winds send forth.

Again my heartfelt thanks to you
My wonderful Inadagators
My Light Patrol
Bless you all.