Last year we purchased an inflatable hot tub. Oh boy! It was an immense pleasure to once again ease into the hot water and feel it work on my aches and pains. In West Virginia we built a screened room around a 6-person hot tub and it became a nightly routine for us to sit and chat about the day and coming things to do and other odds and ends. Some days we were just silent. What a soothing part of the bedtime routine.

The inflatable was a great option since we are renting here and it will be easier to move if and when we do. However, it does not have the power to keep the temperature as constant as the conventional hot tub. It  has a four degree variance with 104 at the top end. 104  is a bit hotter than I like…but easing in slowly gets the body acclimated and then the warmth goes deeply into the joints. Ahhh. But 10 minutes is about all I can take at that heat.

On the other end, 100 is almost too chilly. Easy in but it just does seem to help the aches as well and we end up staying about 10 minutes because it is not warm enough, particularly now in winter.comfortzone

I like 103. A bit slow to get in but not as slowly as 104 and pretty equivalent deep comfort. Ahhhhh and I can relax for 15-20 minutes. Sweet comfort zone for me. 

Last night I got the idea that this might be an understandable metaphor about how the rise in sea water temperature is causing all kinds of issues with the climate. Graham, being a scientist, felt it was too superficial a presentation. He wanted me to delve into the facts.  I think the climate change deniers don’t consider the facts and never will consider the facts. But they might consider the FEELINGS.

Perhaps you don’t have a hot tub and know your ideal temperature but most people know how they feel with the outdoor temperature. 70 degrees is a point of comfort for many except people in Florida who think it is still cool. People in the UK go to the beach at 65 but I feel better about swimming when the air temp is closer to 80.hottub

We each have a point where it feels right. Above or below that temperature, our tolerance is tested. So, too, are all the life systems affected by the rise in sea water temperature.  I’ll leave it there. Just please think about it.  If that premise is one you can accept, you might be willing to look a bit deeper into the issue. Please be willing to consider scientific facts and join the millions of people who are trying to make small changes in their life that can help our planet sustain us.

[Beth Rankin is one of our favorite people.  Beth lives in McMinnville, Oregon along with her husband, Graham. She is a housewife, mother, entrepreneur, adventurer and writer. She is gracious to allow us to re-print many of the articles she publishes in her blog.  Please visit Beth in person at her blogsite at and subscribe to get her articles fresh and first-hand.]

MY CREED by David C. Williams

MY CREED by David C. Williams

If there is a God - there is only One.

Until we know otherwise we must assume

God created space, time, matter and life.

God has never been seen or heard.

God wrote no books.

Prophets speak of God but not for God.

God has no chosen peoples, places, or times.

God exists in man’s mind.



Man is obligated to work

He is free to think without constraint.

He may explore the earth, the sky, the universe,



And mature through study and observation.

Questions now unanswerable

May someday be solved!

Truth does not fear questions.

Man is both good and bad.

His purpose is to love and be loved,

To grow in wisdom,

Overcome evil, promote peace, seek beauty,



And live life to the fullest!

THE PROPHET by David C. Williams

THE PROPHET by David C. Williams


            As the old man was walking along the railroad track one evening he heard noises coming from a stand of trees. Approaching the area he found a group of men around a large tree felled by storm. The tree had fallen across a well-worn path into the woods. Women and children were watching the men chop through the heavy trunk of the tree.

            The old man joined them and when it came his turn with the ax he flailed away mightily but could not hit in the same place twice. He only dented the trunk; no chips flew. He kept thinking he would improve, but he did not. As his aim improved his arms began to tire; he made little progress.

            Next in line behind him was a large Negro who took the ax and dislodged thick chips where the old man only scored the trunk. When his turn came once again, he took up the ax but only to occupy time while the other men rested. The sun had gone down when the job was finally finished. The women and children had gone home to prepare supper.lumberjack-199693_1280 (1)

            The men gathered up their hats, coats and tools and silently walked away towards the houses. Each half of the tree had been rolled aside, clearing the path into the woods. The old man sat exhausted on one end of the tree for the next hour. He did not know exactly where he was or which way to go. When he arose he was dizzy and lightheaded. He slowly got up and walked down the trail towards the lake.

            Suddenly, brilliant memories flashed through his mind one after the other. They were bright, vivid memories of events…events that had happened to him in his childhood years ago. They were all racing through his mind in rapid succession. They were not connected events, but distinct, absolutely clear, vivid memories; pictures of past events that had taken place years ago. There might have been a dozen memories, all distinct and all different. Perhaps this spell lasted only 10 or 15 seconds.postcard-1242616_1280books-1099672_1280 (1) When the memories passed his mind was clear, but he could not remember a single one! He knew he had experienced these events and that they were true to his life, but he could not recall a single picture. He decided he had experienced a replay of pictures of past experiences of his life. Due to the physical exertion, something in his mind had short-circuited and these ancient memories were retrieved and flashed serially through his mind. They then completely departed; they were now totally gone. The old man did not know where he was–either in time or space.

            He walked slowly down the path toward the lake, sat down on a rock and watched the stars come out. He might have dozed. When he opened his eyes, it was springtime, and he was sitting in tall grass with flowers, bees, birds and greening trees. Children were playing. He dozed. When he awoke again it was winter.winter-196339_1280 Snow was knee-deep; trees were bare, icicles hanging from stark black branches. The sky was gray and featureless. It was quiet, everything was motionless. When he looked down from the sky he saw a lonely, snow-covered Prophet solemnly sitting opposite him on the log.

            The old man nodded to him and asked, “Where are we?

            “I don’t know.”

            “How long have we been here?”

            “I don’t know.”

            “Why are we here?”

            “We must be somewhere; so we are here. Perhaps we’ve been here forever. My dog has been here always.”

            “What is it all about?”

            “I don’t know. Why do you ask?”

            “I am trying to find the secret of life. I thought you might know.”

man-103041_1280            “I know nothing. I am seeking just like you. Sometimes I think I have found the answer, but then it slips away, like a goldfish, from my hand. It is gone and my hand is empty.” The prophet arose, brushed the snow from his shoulders, and then sat down again.

            “When did it all begin?”

            “It began when fishes crawled up from the sea onto the sandy shore, and developed legs. They stood up and walked into the forest. They lived in the trees and were afraid. One day they came down, walked on the ground. Some planted corn; some lived in caves and under hedges. They were all afraid–afraid of lightning, winds, storms and fire.”

            “How did they overcome their fear?”

            “Wise men amongst them invented God’s who were the creatures made from the Bones of their Fears and the Flesh of their Ignorance. These gods could be called upon to protect them from their fears.”lightening-1185742_1280

            “That doesn’t make any sense!”

            “No, it does not.”

            “What happened to these gods?”

            “They were explained away. They were never really there.”

            “What took their place?”

            “Other gods…gods that have not yet been explained away.

            “What good are they?”

            “They are not good for anything, but are essential to man’s peace of mind because of his fears. Man loves to listen to stories…stories of gods, gods greater than himself. Gods who can answer all of his questions.”

            “Are there such a gods?”chile-1361912_1280


            “Have these gods ever answered any questions”

            “No! Man has answered some of his own questions but not many.”

            “How many of these gods are there?”shiva-the-hindu-god-1165592_1280

            “Many. The first one who did not arise from natural events such as lightning, thunder and fire was a tribal God. This God had a chosen group of people. His name was Jehovah. He told them to kill other tribes and take their land. He was a harsh, vengeful God. He saved Noah and the animals on the ark, but drowned everyone else on earth. He is still up there for his people. They are the Jews.     

            “From these stories a later God was developed by Prophet Jesus. He said he had a father named God in heaven, with a spirit god in between called the Holy Ghost. This group was like an egg with two yolks. God was one, Jesus was the other and the Holy Ghost was the transparent part of the egg.

            “Sometime later another God named Allah was invented. He recognized the other gods but said he was superior to them. The gods are not all bad, but there are books written about them which are thought to be sacred. They inspire men to fight amongst themselves to prove whose god is the greatest.”

            “Perhaps there should just be one god and not any books!” The Prophet’s dog got up and walked through the snow down towards the lake. The Prophet slowly got up, brushed the snow off his shoulders, and followed the dog.

            The old man rolled over on his back, looked up at the sky and went to sleep.fairy-tale-1081151_1280

STORIES by anonymous

STORIES by anonymous

Don’t expect more (if any) of this sort of thing in columnistwithaviewcom, but I felt there were so many valuable lessons to be learned from these stories that I decided to publish them. Occasionally, it is good to step outside the box.
These 12 short stories are all very good lessons, and really made us think twice about the daily happenings in our lives as we deal with others!


dog with pencil and eraserToday, I interviewed my grandmother for part of a research paper I’m  working on for my Psychology class.  When I asked her to define  success in  her own words, she said, “Success is when you look back at your life and the memories make you smile.”

Today, I asked my mentor - a very successful business man in his 70s-  what his top 3 tips are for success.  He smiled and said, “Read something no one else is reading, think something no one else is thinking, and do something no one else is doing.

Today, after my 72 hour shift at the fire station, a woman ran up to me  at the grocery store and gave me a hug.  When I tensed up, she realized I didn’t recognize her. She let go with tears of joy in her eyes, the most sincere smile and said, “On 9-11-2001, you carried me out of the World Trade Center.”

Today, after I watched my dog get run over by a car, I sat on the side  of the road holding him and crying.  And just before he died, he licked the tears off my face.

Today at 7AM, I woke up feeling ill, but decided I needed the money, so  I went into work. At 3 p.m. I got laid off. On my drive home I got a flat  tire. When I went into the trunk for the spare, it was flat too. A man in  a BMW pulled over, gave me a ride, we chatted, and then he offered me a job. I start tomorrow.

Today, as my father, three brothers, and two sisters stood around my  mother’s hospital bed, my mother uttered her last coherent words before she died. She simply said, “I feel so loved right now. We should have gotten together like this more often.”


Today, I kissed my dad on the forehead as he passed away in a small hospital bed. About 5 seconds after he passed, I realized it was the first time I had given him a kiss since I was a little boy.

Today, in the cutest voice, my 8-year-old daughter asked me to start recycling. I chuckled and asked, “Why?” She replied, “So you can help me save the planet.” I chuckled again and asked, “And why do you want to save the planet?” “Because that’s where I keep all my stuff,” she said.

Today, when I witnessed a 27-year-old breast cancer patient laughing hysterically at her 2-year-old daughter’s antics, I suddenly realized that I need to stop complaining about my life and start celebrating it again.

Today, a boy in a wheelchair  saw me desperately struggling on crutches with my broken leg and offered to carry my backpack and books for me. He helped me all the way across campus to my class and as he was leaving he said, “I hope you feel better soon.”

Today, I was feeling down because the results of a biopsy came back malignant. When I got home, I opened an e-mail that said, “Thinking of you today. If you need me, I’m a phone call away.” It was from a high school friend I hadn’t seen in 10 years.

Today, I was traveling in Kenya and I met a refugee from Zimbabwe. He said he hadn’t eaten anything in over 3 days and looked extremely skinny and unhealthy. Then my friend offered him the rest of the sandwich he was eating. The first thing the man said was, “We can share it.





unknown-913570_1280My work reflects the confusion of existence and the inescapable truth that we are born alone, live alone, and die alone.

The events that I have witnessed during my sojourn on earth convince me that the things that should be, rarely are, and the things that shouldn’t be, usually are.

Reality is a dream conceived by madmen who wish to convince us that they (and only they) know the truth, and if we would follow their lead meaning will fill our desolate lives. Dreams are reality only to the dreamer and reflect the insecurity of being isolated from the source of this magnificent creation.

Our situation upon birth stretches the awareness of our true nature to the breaking point, we fear death and the unknown. If the unknown were known, I fear we could not carry on with this charade called life. People chase after the illusion (the not real). The real can only be defined by what one takes with them at the moment of death. The illusion is always left behind for the living to fight over.