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Potato, Potato.Tomato, Tomato.Two sides of the same coin when flipped are deceit and deception. What becomes of choice.He provides.The “rest” is a chaotic stream of consciousness.Thank God warriors still exist. In our consciousness. In the world. Who have paid the dues.We bat. We ball.We sit.We crawl.All in an effort to see another day. There must be more to life than a day spent playing back up.We oftentimes, cannot grasp the importance of a moment. The moment Henis the role model who has been right before our eyes. Even better, when a hum...
Ever wonder?Ever wonder about the what and why and how and the older we get (By God’s good grace, of course),The less able.The less able we are to move, drop it like it’s hot, and pick up a simple balled up piece of tissue that has fallen on the floor? It takes longer to get up, get down and many easy-peasy used-to-be activities in between.We used to be able to bump and grind with the best of ‘em. Now? We bump into persons, places and things and cannot remember how we got there. Or here. Or what just happened. The bruises are the receipt tha...
The year? Around the early 2000’s.The year a communication tool, a machine called an “answering machine” was a house assistant to all incoming messages. A handy little desktop block of a box that would record incoming message from the outside world—friends, foes, solicitors, and wrong numbers. Sometimes the dreaded hang up. If one was really rich and wealthy in all things technical, there was even a “Caller ID (identification) wherein the number would tell the receiver, the us, who was calling. If you were good at remembering numbers, that i...
When the dark days seem to loom day after day after day and the weeks turn into months into years, and there is hard work to get to….hard work that needs to happen.Get crackin’.The sun will come up tomorrow, Even if it chooses to hide behind the clouds for a day or two. That, right there, says a lot. About the strength of positivity and light. Gotta remember, that even the sun needs to hide behind a friend or two before it can shine brightly in its own right, in its own might.☀️💪🏻 Nothing is more powerful. No ball is more beautiful than the ...
I forgot.To remember.Too often, I struggled to remember.Then.I remembered to forget.The distractions came and went. Come and go. Desperately keeping track with darting looks over my shoulder at the noise and the gossipy pointed fingers at me. When will it stop?When will they stop?Competition was the name of the game.I was buried alive. More than once. More than twice. Lack of focus? Hah, I was so focused I forgot my own name. Everyone knew. No one did a thing. The gravy train was much too delicious and I was an inconvenience. Crazy nuance or...
As the end of the day approaches, when we lay or lie our mind down on our lucky restorative pillow, we can ask ourselves: Were we the best at our exercises of our heart? Of the tall tales, of the heat of the moments, the “he said she did,” the ongoing bickerings of “I cannot do this on my own anymore.” Because change is needed. There comes a time in our human existence where getting what is in need is way more important than getting what is wanted. Stay tuned. Acceptance does not mean a seat at the table. Even He knew many thousands of years...
It could be a straight shot.It could have been laced.It could have been straight-laced.But it wasn’t.It was laced, sloppily and carelessly.It could have been straight up awesome.If the truth wasn’t busting out at the seam…..Love is a funny thing and it can be shown in more ways than one. Destined to reveal itself and show up in the face of its long and winding road of disturbances and daily difficulties. Its many joys, too! Take the high road? The roadblocks that mysteriously appear along with the orange cones and un-mixed concrete re-direct...
Same as it ever was.Bam.💥Reality may bite. A rolling stone may gather no moss. We may have forgotten the steps we used to take. We awake awakened that we forgot to pay attention to some of the details. The specifics. The minutiae. The haze. The days and the haze all blend together into a maze.We look up.We look down.We look ahead and wonder how we got to this point and are pensively thinking back to before. We knew we were wary by nature. Knew we had to stay the course of hyper vigilance in the face to face duties of the face to face interac...
Just because you can does not mean you should.Yet.Here we are.Time stands still and yet it morphs into the dead end of agreements and disagreements and “Call me.”….. when you change your mind…in the polite sphere of he said and she said. In and of itself is a rather ridiculous notion mixed into the portion of all things,Inclusion.Forget about diversity and equity because that is being challenged. Now. Frankly, now, we do not know what to do with ourselves. If one thing is for certain, for certain, we peeps who like to “transition” into thing...
Change your thoughts and you change your world. (nvp) Strength and growth comes only through continuous effort and struggle. Every adversity, every failure, every heartache carries with it the seed of an equal or greater benefit. (nh)Opportunity knocks and we ask ourselves—“How will I answer the call.?” 📞 We have endless moments of moments to do the right thing, even when we do not feel like it. We take a quick look in the mirror and convince ourselves we do not have to make nicey-nice with our enemy and frenemy. We have become accustomed to...
”In vino veritas.””In aqua sanitas.”Before you race to dial up the local plumber, while the amoeba 🦠 are having a field day in your neck of the woods, it pays to pay attention to the hues. In addition, it helps to pay mind to the cues provided they are offered by a truthful and honest soul of a man or woman. To falsely hide one’s opinion eats away at the gut of truth. The narrative spins around with the lies and recollections.There is no truth like the drunken truth? To a point.Laugh it off? Sleep it off? Sing a song? Bang a drum? Bang the h...
The grass isn’t always greener.It isn’t always easy to focus on the task at hand.The mind is a vast and mysterious connection of circuits and shorts circuits short changing the end game of the task at hand. The task at end versus the task to come becomes an impossible dream. So. Our thoughts often jump ahead and around the noggin’ in an attempt and with intention of annihaltion in order to beat the winner to the finish line.Desperate times call for desperate measures. When morality is tossed aside in a heat of a moment and the eyes wander ar...
Phew.In some circles,🙂 some cases, simply go round and round.Circles.Rings.Both signs of frustration, rings of fire. Same difference?No.Rings of commitment are a different story of right and wrong.No beginning. No end. Sometimes, to a keen observer with an even keener eye: The eternal nature of things, the trinity per se, “morphs” into even more significant meaning. A rounded trinity triangle, no so “strait laced” with the motivation and intention of letting in instead of letting go.Blocking out, excluding. In today’s modern times, I believe...
No. No. No.This is not rated “R” or “X”. More like “G.”Please get your head out of the gutter.Opposites attract and wow can they attack.One man’s encouragement is another man’s threat.One man’s stir the pot is another man’s hunger boiling over.One man’s ignite is another man’s extinguish.One man’s instigate is another man’s retreat.One man’s fire up is another man’s hose down.One man’s energize is another man’s exhaustion.One man’s foment is another man’s hidden terror.One man’s anger is another man’s happiness.One man’s galvanization is ano...
A note of thanks from Sovereignty:A horse is a horse of course of course.Have you ever found yourself turning up the volume of your favorite musical tune so you do not hear what is going on around in the periphery?Some days can feel as though a loud truck hit blowing its wheel hit our aura, our us, leaving us far behind with nothing but a nagging and gnawing pain. Draining our energy and leaving it dwindling day by day, depleted by the lies, innuendos, and “that’s not what I said” echoes. Reason becomes eclipsed by coping in a myriad of ways...
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