My Daily Walk (Psalms and Prayers)

Somewhere in my college years I found that I needed to jog on a regular basis in order to maintain some semblance of health.  Routine was hard to come by back then and with a certain lack of follow-through, discouragement soon followed.  So, I resorted to mind games and soon my motto became: "Aim for five jogs a week.  Be happy with four.  Accept three."  That mantra kept me jogging pretty much throughout my adult life.

A knee injury a few years back devolved those jogs into walks.  But now I'm pleased to simply say, "the most common is six".  These are their stories:


What gifts are these?


These moments fleeting midst the timeless.
Keepsakes inscribed by the very finger of God. 1
Brief encounters made mindful by a body full with age.
Each giving witness unto His glory.


The route is rutted by routine.
The pathway forever untouched and fresh.
With passing days, the seasons change, then revolve.
But vision fades, the heartbeat slows, rest ensues.


Members worn by the journey speak in protest.
Weary they cry while the mind basks in the past.
Recall to run, to sprint......then again, glide.
Reflections linger, then with purpose served, escape.


Often alone but never lonely.
Solitude patiently waits somewhere just ahead.
Here too, the Father's secret place. 2
My soul enters His presence and is renewed.


Always at peace but seldom bored.
Lessons, many heavy, well-up from a youth long past.
Reminders all of how this man came to be.
Contentment and thanksgiving wash over.


Constantly seeking but completely content.
Oh, to fathom His invisible attributes,
Being understood by the things that are made. 3
 All creation, great and small, testify unto His Glory.


What blessings are these?


1  Exodus 31:18 (NKJV).                          
2  Matthew 6:6 (NKJV)                             
3  Romans 1:20 (NKJV)                           


A few humble pieces of creation captured this Spring:


Wild rose next to the trail.

Salmon berries.  A taste from my youth.

Robin's nest.  I think it had blown out of a tree
and someone placed it next to the trail.

Apple blossoms of a "heritage" tree.
The apples in the Fall are small, but equally profuse.
The homestead itself has long since disappeared into the brush.

Camass (purple) with Star-lily (white). 



The Perpetual Motion Machine Diaries


April 10, 2026

The first part that I attempted to make was a ratchet made of 1/2 inch oak and 4.5 inches in diameter.  There's nothing magic about those numbers.  They just felt right.  As the center-hole-drilling was being attempted, it became obvious that my desire for making this contraption totally out of wood and fashioned entirely by my own two hands was simply not going to work.  A compromise with myself was required - some parts would need to be non-wooden and the majority of those would need to purchased.

To that end, that great modern-day behemoth, fondly referred to as Amazon, became my "go to".  Waa laa!  Soon, parts appeared at our front door as if by magic and at a price point that a generation back would have found unfathomable.  I know, I know.....stuff batched up by the bazillions provides economies of scale but still, that in itself is a near miracle.  In all, Corporate America has made it real easy to spend money at our leisure if for no other reason than it's "almost free".  Maybe that's a blessing.  Maybe that's a curse.  But that's a subject for another time.  I digress.

Yes.  I am in possession of some actual parts.  There's no turning back now.

Now, the rods, collars, and bearings are steel, the connectors (the blue gizmos) are aluminum, and those white washers/spacers are nylon.  All to 8mm specs. The tolerances of them all are amazingly tight.  Especially when compared up close with the ratchet wheel which is all mine.  

Not only is the ratchet wheel the first part but it will also be front and center on the machine.  I laugh.  I imagine that a real mechanical engineer would never consider putting sharp, moving teeth in harms way of small, inquisitive fingers.  Something about an "attractive nuisance".  But safety is not the goal and aesthetics are an after-thought.  No, it's all about the motion.  We're doin' it now!

OK.  Not to worry.  A buzz saw this is not.

All other wooden parts will be sized off the ratchet wheel.  Design from inside (center) to out.  For better or worse, from here on out, everything will be very much trial and error.
   

April 15, 2026

Time to draw the machine in some greater detail and get a feel for how big this thing will be.  Yup, here you go.


These dimensions are all approximations at best:  18" H x 15" W x 7" D.  That 7" depth (not pictured) is the hard part because it contains four levels of moving parts.  Moreover, the sizings are approximations because I've found from painful experience that my final cut seldom matches up exactly with with any given pre-measurement.  Scrap heap material is my specialty.  So for this project, the pieces at each level will be cut and pieced together before determining how they will connect to their counterparts at the next level, and therefore, the sizes required further along.  The drawing has provided a clearer vision of what needs to be done while raising an area of concern as well - how are fat fingers going to assemble the inner-levels where space is tight?  Fatal flaws, obvious and otherwise, are lurking.

Items of Work

1 Ratchet Wheel
1 Pendulum
1 Main Gear
4 Drive Gears
12 Levers
4 Tri Spokes
1 Frame
2 Supports

Items to Purchase

23 Connectors
44 Bearings 

A wise man once told me that "simpler is better".  My sense is that adage holds particular relevance for those of us seduced by the siren that is perpetual motion.  Those 44 bearings are flashing red.  44 points of friction.  

What are the odds?  I think we all know.

Speaking of friction, next up, the five primary gears.


May 23, 2026

Well, this is embarrassing.  The project has ground to a complete halt and has been mired in the proverbial mud for weeks now.  Not for lack of effort, mind you.  Three different jigs of my own making.  A half dozen different tools tried and failed.  Untold brain cycles (limited as they may be) invested.  But sometimes intensity is no substitute for insight and indeed, the harder one struggles, the tighter the stuck.

At this point I had hoped to show my five gears laying flat on a table, each perfectly meshed with the next, and all zipping around in a blur as the slightest rotation is applied to the one.  Reality requested Plan B.  Simple still pictures of my gears merely laying next to one another, but those truly are embarrassing.  Suffice to say the teeth lack uniformity which results in a complete lack of connection, much less motion.  The agony!  

Ah, the psychology of attempting the impossible ..... and the gears were to be the easy part.  I know I could make it work if I had that stainless steel, laser guided drill-press that I saw on the internet.  How's that for counterfactual rumination?  With it the proverb resonates - "Only a poor craftsman blames his tools".  But let me tell ya, my tools are lousy.

Discouragement disables.  No doubt.  Then, as if lying in wait, life itself rises up and gets in the way.  Death as well.  All have conspired against me.

Hopefully, this final entry in this "diary" will bring closure to this chapter.  No, I'm not giving up.  Just trying to reset.  A fourth jig is being conjured in my brain even as I write this and a simpler overall design of the machine itself darts across the synapses begging to be put down on paper.

Someday, soon I hope, the stuck will break loose and you'll be reading "The Perpetual Motion Machine Dairies II".     


High Tech / High Touch

When it comes to technology, looking back is always easier than looking forward.  The glowing "jellyfish" effect captured at twilight in the photo below makes the point.  Just as the contrails of a Falcon 9 rocket give us a rough estimate of the past trajectory it is hard to fathom the soon to be consequence of that "shot" - the birthing of twenty-five Starlink satellites in low-earth orbits.  Taking their place within the communication constellation, each is capable of bouncing unimaginable volumes of data via laser between their peers before ultimately delivering said "cargo" to the end user back on earth.  25 of some 10,000 .... and counting.

Photo courtesy of my friend Jim
Oceanside, California,  April 6, 2026
Mission:  Starlink 17-35

As Falcon 9 was finding it's way through Southern California sky, another space project was proceeding with a different mission.  The Artemis 2 lunar flyby with it's four person crew reached it's closest point to the moon.  Also happening on April 6, 2026.  The mission marks the first time humans have left low earth orbit since the end of the Apollo program in 1972 and is the precursor to Artemis 3 which aims to land astronauts on the lunar South Pole in mid 2027.  All with the ultimate goal of establishing a long-term human presence on the moon and beyond.  

It was a hot day in Spokane, Washington on July 20, 1969.  A small group of us where huddled in a side room to our church sanctuary and intently focused on a television with grainy black and white images.  It was a big deal and the anticipation had been building for about a week.  Not to be disappointed, soon Neil Armstrong kinda bopped off the ladder of the lunar module Eagle and voiced those immortal words: "That's one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind."  And in that moment, Moore's Law of smaller, lighter, more efficient, and cheaper seemed to get a kick start.  Our world would never be the same. 

Yes, for better or worse, the world has changed in those some odd 56 years.  Medicine, transportation, communication, energy, agriculture, education, manufacturing, finance, construction, commerce, etc. all look very different today than they did back in the "good ol' days".  But our humanness has stayed the same.

Somewhere in 1980's the book Megatrends by John Naisbitt came into my possession.  In it, Naisbitt identified ten megatrends that he believed would reshape the world.  With hindsight, I must say that most if not all of John's suppositions seem to have transpired.  Although, only one left a mark - High Tech/High Touch.  Here, John theorized that as we become more high tech (e.g. computers, robotics), the more we will crave high touch (e.g. natural and soft materials, human connection, outdoor activities).  Indeed, if a new technology is to survive once introduced into society, it must trigger a counter-balancing human response.

Two examples.  That Starlink constellation employs "stealth" technologies which make the satellites invisible to the human eye.  From the beginning of the creation man has gazed into the heavens at nightfall and wondered.  Some have worshipped.  More than a few people might be a bit peeved to look up and see a mesh of manmade satellites zipping around.  Business might suffer.  Technology upon technology so as to make the whole palatable.  

The second example resides much closer to home.  In fact, it's sitting on our countertop and has turned Yours Truly into a "coffee snob".  This thing (I dare not call it a coffee pot) grinds the beans, heats the water, dispenses a variety of coffee drinks each to a desired serving size, and ejects the used grounds into a waste bin, all with the touch of a single button.  Yes, it has made our morning routine easier but in truth this thingamajig wouldn't be in the house if it first and foremost didn't make a really good tasting cup of coffee.  Actually, it had me sold before the first sip with the aroma of the ground beans, followed by the warmth of the cup on my cold-morning fingers. 
     
I'm getting to my point although it seems anticlimactic after all thats been said.  Maybe its my age or maybe just the age in which we live but Naisbitt was right, I do find a very real need for high touch.  To that end, I've decided to start another wood working project.  Something simple yet challenging (the easy part considering my skill level).  Something of my own design.  Something that connects me to events and people in my past.  Something whereby I can smell the oak and join with the feel.

 I present you with the conception, the back-of-the-napkin design:

 


Obviously....it's a perpetual motion machine.  How long will it take to build?  Anyone's guess.  How many times will the pendulum swing?  Again, anyone's guess but the smart money is on zero.  How many matches will it take to light the bonfire in the event of complete failure?  That's another story.

I plan on chronicling my progress in a sub-entry to this writing.  That too an effort to grasp a bit of high touch.    

Wish me luck.



 

Mediterranean Europe (Kid Stuff)

Not long before we left on this trip, Ryan asked me, "What's your favorite thing about the cruise?"  

I hesitated for a second before answering, "The coffee.  It's pretty nice to have a pot of hot coffee waiting for us at the table when we sit down for breakfast."  Talk about a lame answer.  We both chortled. 

In retrospect, I'm not sure if that's my favorite thing or not.  Not that the coffee is bad.  To the contrary.  But there are so many little things that make up the overall experience.  It's hard to pick a favorite. 

So it is with all that follows.  What words will take form?  What pictures to post?  What experiences to share?  What needs to be said? 

Even as these words begin to appear on the computer screen, your guess is as good as mine in regards as to what comes next.  Let's find out.

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We're home now and spent last night with my side of the family at my nephew Matt's, right on the heels of Christmas dinner at our place the previous day with Jamie's parents.  Looking back to last month, we were equally blessed to share Thanksgiving at my niece Amy's.  In between we spent 21 December days in Mediterranean Europe - five days in Rome on our own, then embarking the Viking Star for a sail down the western Italian coast, out to Malta, then east to Greece with the termination in Athens.  

Yes, life is full and I find another blessing in the writing of this.  It's good to let the mind wander the past and harken back to some really good days.

Laughter, Humor, and Abstract Absurdities

St. Peter's Basilica and the Vatican

More Small Pieces of Italy

Malta

Greece

St. Peter's Basilica and the Vatican (Kid Stuff)

The view from Ponte Sant'Angelo across the River Tiber.

This was our second trip to Rome.  Our first stay had been in 2009 and at that time we had tried to do all the "must see's" - the Colosseum, Trevi Fountain, the Pantheon, etc.  This time not so much.  In fact, as we were planning this stay, we made a conscious effort to just walk, enjoy some food along the way, and focus on the lesser knowns.  With one exception.  

Jamie and I have been privileged to visit a few of the great churches of the world and in our recent history that has included climbing closer to where angels reside.  To date there had been three such conquests.  Duomo di Milano, Milan, Italy.  St. Pauls Cathedral, London, England.  Sacré-CÅ“ur de Montmartre, Paris, France.  The steps of St. Peters had been neglected on that first visit.  An oversight that needed correcting.

Words really don't do justice to any of the churches we've entered.  Some are calming, peaceful.  Others are gorgeous.  Many are amazing.  A few are simply holy.  The word for St. Peters has to be enormous.  It's extraordinary BIG.  In fact, if words don't do the place justice, pictures definitely don't.  There is no way to get the entirety of the structure in one frame. 

At the bottom of the frame is St. Peter's Baldachin.
A ten story canopy of bronze standing over the high altar
and the tomb of St. Peter buried deep beneath.

Our goal, the inner ring above and then the outer ring overhead.

And so it was with slight trepidation that we began our ascent.

The lower spiral staircase was maybe 12 feet wide. 
With each stair, the walls synched-in imperceptibly and then ejected us onto a rooftop
with panoramic views of the city.

Next stop, back inside for more stairs and the lower ring known as the Inner Gallery of the Drum.

Looking down from the Inner Gallery.
The lettering across the way is 6 feet high.
The letters along with all other depictions on the ceiling 
are done in mosaic, not paint.

We're doin' it now!  Onward to the external gallery - the Lantern Gallery.

St. Peter's is actually a double-shell dome.  Designed by Michelangelo, the dome is composed of two distinct layers with a hollow space between them.  Our route coiled through this void.

Looking up.

A real life carnival tilt house.  The sensory conflict
gave a whole new meaning to the term "the walls started closing in".

Then, without warning, out we popped.  The 360° views were stunning but this was definitely one of those experiences where the path held more magic than the peak.

Vaticano di Piazza San Pietro

Then, the descent to terra firma for some other sights. 

Pietà - (Our Lady of) Pity.
Sculpted by Michelangelo at the age of 24.

St. Peter's facade with Christ the Redeemer in the center,
flanked by St. John the Baptist (immediately left),
then 9 of the 12 Apostles (two cropped out on the edges, St. Peter's statue below in the courtyard). 

Vatican Museum, Gallery of Maps

A small section of the Sistine Chapel ceiling.
The entirety depicts the history of the world before the coming of Christ. 
Painted by Michelangelo over the span of four years.

While walking back to our hotel, we stopped at one of the 3,000 Roman eating establishments that offer outdoor seating after making sure there was no English printed on the posted menu.  Fat, dumb, and happy, that brutal bed at the inn beckoned. 



The view from Piazza Pia
looking down Via della Conciliazione
lined with historical edifices.


 


















More Small Pieces of Italy (Kid Stuff)

Rome, December 2 - 6, 2025

Rome is beautiful.  Filled with the works of the masters, some of mankind's greatest triumphs are on full display.  But our wanderings revealed contradictions as well.  Two such history lessons left a mental impact to the degree that they demanded further research upon our return home and indeed, insist upon a brief rendering now.  Said directly, humankind is more than capable of inhumanity and we all need to be watchful. 

Left:  Narrow lane in the Jewish Ghetto.

Right:  "Stumbling Stones" embedded in the cobblestone
commemorating four residents who were deported to Auschwitz
during a Nazi raid on October 16, 1943.
Four of over 1,000. 

Left: Model crosscut of the Mamertine Prison (now a museum)
located in the northern corner of the Roman Forum.
The dungeon is well underground at the bottom of the model.

Right:  The dungeon, now accessible by modern staircases and a viewing platform.
In its time access by a single manhole in the ceiling, no drains in the floor.
Dark and dank have whole new meanings.

Christian tradition holds that the Apostle Paul was held here before his execution.   
However, there is neither direct archaeological nor biblical evidence in support.   

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Unknown location.
I liked the capture....I don't know why.

Did I already say we came to enjoy some food?

Altare della Patria (Altar of the Fatherland)
as seen on the horizon from Terrazza Belvedere Aventino.

Civitavecchia, December 7 - 8, 2025


Civitavecchia is a 1.5 hour drive to the coast and humbly serves as the port of Rome.

We decided that our feet needed a rest, so we stayed onboard and simply enjoyed the ambience of the Star.  

Daybreak and a panorama off the stern
of the harbor, breakwater, and two other Geriatric Buffet Barges put in. 

Yes!  The gelato station is alive and well.
Too many of these bad-boy calories found their way back to the Salish Sea. 


Naples, December 9, 2025


Naples is the source to more Italian history than my bandwidth can absorb.  What did get through was that Naples was heavily damaged by Allied air raids in WW II between the years 1941 and 1943.  These two architectural monuments were restored in the 1950's.

Galleria Umberto I - Built between 1887 and 1890,
this 19th century shopping arcade remains more than active.
Royal Palace of Naples.
With the Italian monarchy being abolished in 1946, no one "lives" here now.
Instead, it serves as a museum, library, opera house, and home to other public events.




Messina (Sicily), December 10, 2025


Entering the harbor at dawn.

VOS ET IPSAM CIVITATEN BENDICIMUS
"We bless you and the city itself"


Morning rays bathing Tempio di Cristo Re (1937, hilltop Catholic church)
as seen from deck 8 while docking.
Two hams with the Strait of Messina and then the Italian mainland
less than 2 miles distant.

I figured you were disappointed that you hadn't seen us
in at least a second or two. 



Greece (Kid Stuff)

Home to the ancient poet Homer, the Olympics, magnificent architecture of old, bazillions of olive trees, and almost as many feral cats.  Oh!  I almost forgot - my personal favorite - the music of Yanni.  Each and every touched us but what I bring home is a renewed fascination with time and place.

The Iliad and the Odyssey were written in the 8th century BC.  The first recorded Olympic champion is a man named Koroibos in 776 BC.  Nestor's tomb is dated to 1500-1450 BC and associated artifacts date as far back as 3000-2600 BC.  Some of those olive trees have lived for 2000 to 4000 years all the while playing a critical role in the Greek culture.  As for those cats?  Well, even with their nine lives they don't live for thousands of years but they have thrived in Greece since at least 1200 BC to the degree that they are now treated as communal property and honored as part of the national identity.

Now, here I am, walking among it all on a brisk December day in 2025 AD.  Simply humbling.  Questions abound.  Why them, there, then?  Why me, here and now?  Profound questions that speak to purpose and design which in turn demand profound answers.  Any answers....then again, no.  Regardless, the words of another ancient, Solomon, touch my soul in this hour:

To everything there is a season,
A time for every purpose under heaven:

A time to be born,
And a time to die;
A time to plant,
And a time to pluck what is planted;
A time to kill,
And a time to heal;
A time to break down,
And a time to build up;
A time to weep,
And a time to laugh;
A time to mourn,
And a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones,
And a time to gather stones;
A time to embrace,
And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to gain,
And a time to lose;
A time to keep,
And a time to throw away;
A time to tear,
And a time to sew;
A time to keep silence,
And a time to speak;
A time to love,
And a time to hate;
A time of war,
And a time of peace.

                                   Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 

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Note:  We visited seven ports in Greece.  A bus ride of varying duration and linearity was required to get from each harbor to the venues shown below.  One destination came dangerously close to breaking Doug's #1 Travel Rule - NEVER get on a bus if travel time exceeds sightseeing time.


Corfu, December 14, 2025



Old town Corfu.
A feel of the past, but not all that distant.

Katakolon, December 15, 2025


Temple of Zeus.
Archeological site of Olympia.

Vestiges of those first Olympic Games. 
Left:  Krypte at Olympia - Grand entrance for the athletes into the 
ancient Olympia Stadium.

Top right:  The stadium track, 192.27 meters long. 
The first game consisted of a single run the length of the track.

Bottom right:  The balbis or starting line.
Athletes placed their toes in the grooves to start races. 

Interesting fact:  The modern day Olympic flame is not "eternal".
A new flame is ignited for each Olympic Game
by focusing the sun's rays on a torch using a parabolic mirror.
The lighting ceremony is conducted here at the Temple of Hera (not pictured). 

Kalamata, December 16, 2025


High tech protective roof and elevated walkways above the
Palace of Nestor at Pylos, dated to the Mycenaean Bronze Age (1300 BC).

In the Iliad and Odyssey, Homer describes King Nestor as a wise and elderly
adviser to the Greeks during the Trojan War.
Left:  Entrance to Nestor's tomb.

Right: A peek inside the "beehive' shaped structure.

Heraklion, December 17, 2025


Heraklion Archeological Museum.
This stuff is really old.  Older than dirt.  Uhhh....not Jamie of course.
Greek Orthodox church
Cathedral Holy Temple of Saint Titus.

Rhodes, December 18, 2025


Dawn as the Star approaches Rhodes (top), Island of Rhodes (lower right).
But on this morning, the horizon and North Africa beyond (lower left) were calling my name.  Maybe someday.
Rhodos Cemetery as seen from our tour bus window.

Acropolis of Lindos, the Sanctuary Summit.

Perched upon a 116-meter-high cliff at the absolute edge,
the spiritual heart for much of antiquity for the cult of Athena Lindia.

This view is looking east across the Aegean Sea with Turkey beyond. 

Left:  Looking north across Lindos Bay from the Grand Ascent level.

Top right:  Two residents on guard as seen at the Lower Entrance.

Bottom right:  The Monumental Staircase, 34 step staircase to the summit. 
Left:  Today's Lindos as seen from the First Plateau.

Right:  Quiet byways and welcoming entrances.


Santorini, December 19, 2025


The village of Oia, Island of Santorini.
Pictures, at least our pictures, don't do the place justice.

The buildings with blue domes are Greek Orthodox churches.
The blue domes represent the "heavens".
The bell towers, known as kabanaria, represent the "voice".
The village of Santorini, Island of Santorini.

Right:  Holy Cathedral of Saint John the Baptist (Catholic).
An earthquake in 1956 leveled much of Santorini and much of what we see today has been restored/rebuilt.
So it is with Saint John's - circa 1975.

Left:  The Viking Star at anchor in the central lagoon of a volcanic caldera.
The eruption is believed to have occurred around 1600 BC.


Piraeus (Athens), December 20, 2025


The Acropolis of Athens.
The Erechtheion featuring the Porch of the Caryatids
with the urban sprawl of Athens in the distance. 
The Panthenon.

Left:  The southeast corner.

Right:  Scaffolding, construction cranes, and wires - the bane of this tourist photographer
although heartening in that future generations will enjoy the past as I have in the present.

The Panthenon as seen from the east.

Thats all folks.