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“Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.”William ShakespeareLove all.Trust a few.Do wrong to none.Do. Wrong. To. None.Holiness.It is a Journey.Bonafide holiness.It is a Journey.We really all are gifts to one another.(pf)Can be. If we search our hearts. Then re-establish our souls.Our reasons for being.Our reasons for living.How we take care of these gifts says everything about,Who we are.Who we follow.Who we trust to follow.Self Determination:There is a legitimate assessment of what constitutes this. On the soil of where our feet walk. Ther...
You’re fired!You’re tired!You’re hired!Now.We get to work.I just hired a new kid.A new kid on the block.To walk around with me through my days and nights.A new apprentice.We do not speak a verbal, vocal same language.There are many, many non verbal unspoken similarities.We are both, however, students of life.Lifelong learners.Of all things good.And.The scary things too.My apprentice is a newcomer to this earth.Me. Not so much.Our plan.To be pupils of one another.By sheer age only, I qualify as the mentor to my new mentee. But only by age. My...
Ouch.Let the wrestle fest begin.The push.The pull.The yes.The no.When was the last time you felt as if you shot yourself in the foot.Right in the foot.Actions speak louder than words.Words can mask a multitude of hidden meanings.Hi jinks.Low jinksAntics. Antically speaking. One man’s antics may be another man’s success.Or failure.See how insidiously webbed things can be?Can become.Hurtful, too.Boorish.Blunt. Coarse. Crude.When does the line of questionable behavior blur?Dot the “i’s”, cross the “t’s”And then high tail it outta the scene, the...
Practitioners practice practically practical practices.It is good practice to ask yourself, “What IS my goal?”Depends on who you work for.And in favor of.Hbu?Do you work to be in God’s favor?Do you work to be in the Principal’s favor?Your Mother?Your Father?Your Brother?Your Sister?The New Deal?Have you asked yourself lately.Whose favor do you seek, do you hide from?I thought so.Oftentimes, things have a way of straightening themselves out.Maybe.Or.Maybe not.Slack, latitude and attitude help. The tools needed and necessary when the breaking ...
Stop.Stop it! (lk)Stopped.Stuck, too.In front of:A facade.The facade.Of all facades.Rest assured.There was, or is something, someone holding “it” all together.Walk.Walk the narrow path. (gb)And.You will neverNEVER,Walk alone.Privately privacy.Can be a hedge.Can cause a hedge.Despair.And all the trappings, or how shall we say,The remnants.Actually sown together make a beautiful blanket, a comfortable quilt, a tightly knitted scarf.Of and for warmth.But.The plague.Is not far behind.In the forms and trappings of cute little bugs.Of “friendship”...
Exercise this.(I think we could all use a 😹 laugh.)May I introduce you to my good friend, Argot.And.Sometimes the absurd is the only way to go.😜And.When the going gets tough, the tough get going.Whatever it takes.History has a way of repeating itself.The good.The bad.The ugly.The politics of identity and identities have gone off the rails…….And, No.It is not “funny.”Neither are the lies spun in the incessant webs of deception.In the interest of winning a valuable, valuable tool.Of voice.Well, at least here.In the us of the US.Voice=VoteVote=...
How are you?How have you been feeling?High on yourself.Low on yourself.Or somewhere in between.Waiting for a “buzz.”Of some kind anyway.In the land of the holding pattern, are you?Too afraid to changeToo tired to, too.Euphoric maybe.Feel as if you have been spending a little too much time in a purgatorial state of mind?Spending time in purgatory, till either the story changes. Or we do.Change.Decide to change.Our ways.Our means.Purging along side the river banks to see how much we can take it, stand it, out-mind and maneuver another.Can’t we...
Beyond a shadow of doubt.Not everything all the time, always, every time, constantly, assuredly, enduringly, determinately, eternally, everlastingly, assuredly, lastly, permanently, definitely is,open to interpretation.Life can, put very simply, be rather innumerable, incalculable.Now.I am not suggesting throwing away the “swear” jar. ☺️ Not at all.Nor. Am I recommending the penny jar is an invaluable piece of glass.🍷We spend countless hours. Countless. Hours. Counting. Or. Accounting for the ways and means. What do we mean?How do we mean. O...
Lines.Spoken.Written.On our hearts.On our faces☺️.Logic tells us one thing.Feelings may speak another.Hearts and minds are not always in sync.Wants and needs are not always in balance.How to bring life back to the middle becomes a daily battle sometimes. A push and pull, a back and forth, a this or that. The stories of truths and lies we tell ourselves to “make it” through the day..Spoken, verbalized to sway the other to our point of view.We never, no never, must admit when we are wrong, lest we be looked at as weak.Who has our back becomes...
Heebie, Jeebies!Eleven days from today.The ghosts, goblins and ghouls come out to play.Seeking “treats.”At the expense of others.(Unfortunately seems like daily life right now.🫤)Not one to be considered a fun-hater. Will join in the spirit of the spirits, and of the spirit of the Hallowed holiday of stuffing candy into bags and into our 😁faces. And contacting the dead to say “hey”,Wassup?How’s it going down there…Side fact:Did you know? The price of salads goes down to this time of year?🥗.Sugar highs.Sugar lows.Hyperactivity rise.Energies bl...
Once upon a time trust seemed so naive, so innocent.We knew one another before we could talk, before we could walk.The unspoken word became the glue, the bond that held our lives together in a bonded state of growth and friendship. Through our younger, through our formative years. Trust founded on trying to figure out a big world within the moldable and kind mind of a maturing body.Exactly.Then.One day.Trust is broken.Forever.There were signs, symptoms and circumstances that eked their way into daily interactions. On the playground, in the c...
I don’t know ‘bout you.But.I don’t know what to believe anymore.I look ahead.I look behind.It all looks the same.Vast.Endless.Dry.Cracked.A bit hard on the feet.I proceeded forward, anyway.With hope in my heart.More importantly.Reality in my head.Throughout my existence, I sought to handle reality with ease.Give me a stack of Bibles.And I will swear over them.About it.To it.With personal responsibility as my guide.With the respect of a tiny bug looking up at the bottom of a shoe working its way down swiftly to stomp on,Me.My numero nuo goal...
Theories.Stories.Fact based.Wish based.Hoped based.Doomed based.The spirit of the up and coming European originated holiday called: Halloween.The holiday was “deferred.”To another.In the interest of “affordability.”Possibly due to lack of funding.Spun.Not good.Spinning out of control.Not good, too.Usually, consistently, Oftenly. In times of hardship, in times of life or death decisions.Leadership is birthed.Will you be sleeping when it is?Are you hungry? Enough?To care for the long haul?…..May the ones who “like” blood on their hands step fo...
Too many cooks in the kitchen?Or.Many hands make light work?Success and failure are our oftentimes our most valuable teachers.What the cost is, is the difference between freedom and self-hostage behavior.The loss of meaning may just be the worst evil there is. Without meaning, so much is lost. We blame others. We blames ourselves. We blame God. We go no where. We become lost.Lost.To self.To others.We become so lost in the battle we forget the reason we fight.We want so much an invitation to the banquet, an invitation to the dance.We forget. ...
Guess again.😜Decisions.DECISIONS. decisions.Possibilities. POSSIBILITIES. possibilities.Endless. Abruptly ending.Running around in circles.Heading in a straight and forward direction.No more back sliding.The down pour made it near to impossible to see anything. Up ahead. Behind. Peripherally. Anyway. Kinda preferred, that day at least, to not be an early Halloween casualty and get struck by lightning. The thunder was booming. I had to be somewhere. Anywhere but out here.At the moment.Finding shelter from the rain is a street smart kind of th...
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