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Variety is the spice of life.Arguments, debates and debatable questions for or against this concept are out there. Way out there. Here. There.Everywhere.Gift wrapped. In the strangest of times wrapped up in a tightly wound bandage of contradictions and challenges.Sometimes ya just gotta rip off the band aid.(rh)Ouch.What comes oozing out may be grosser than gross.Some may argue that routine is security. Routine is good.Finicky Fastidious is a monster to some. To others it is a blanket of security all wrapped up tightly into a moment of “Hey,...
Don’t judge a book by its cover.I think I smell cheese, or mold.They kinda are the same thing.One eventually turns into another……🐭🧀🐹🧀🐭🧀The quiet ones.The cute ones.The quiet and cute little ones.They are the ones to watch.The drive by’s and the agents are salivating, foaming at the mouth even.There is a whole lotta lurking going on……..The walls may have ears.Or it may really be the rodents up there having a field day…..on your heirlooms and antiques..the rust and dust just too darn inviting. Having the party of all parties on you, and your c...
The funny thing about life….As young children we are taught to wash our hands. When we come into the house from our play, when we sit down at the table to share a meal. The thinking behind such a practice is we will learn to respect those around us, the effort they put into us for our well being and growth. Our growth of good and kind and giving individuals.Problems, complications and gossip arise when the perception of the action changes over time. If we “wash our hands” of someone or something you were previously responsible for, you inten...
A lie of omission?A sin of omission?What is your mission?The traveler who comes to the wounded man’s aid is the least likely to show sympathy.How do you like them apples?I, for one, go bananas.At the thought.Of another person struggling, their struggles.Our neighbor is the one who needs the help that we can give him, whoever he may be. (wjb)The idea of compassion is challenged in the story of “Echo and Narcissus” by Thomas Bulfinch. Self-absorption often makes compassion impossible, and vice verse. Is it a fear, a state of mind. When is the ...
Scars.Reminders.Visible.Invisible.Hidden.Left behind.For others to see.War wounds.Buried.For others to figure out.Ugh.The Story of Scarface. A Blackfoot Indian tale of honesty, loyalty, friendship, courage, self-discipline, in the life of a young boy brave and loyal, carrying fortitude. (wjb)A really brave boy. A boy who fought a grizzly bear. Yep. A grizzly bear while on a hunting party with the guys. While the desperate fight with the grizzly occurred, the bear set its claws in the boy’s face and tore it cruelly. When the wound healed, the...
I object.To the madness.And the currentState of affairs.Logic + reason=facade + absurd= A flat earth?Various and varied theories have stood the test of time on this particular argument.Can you imagine what we would ALL a look like without gravity around to, say, “pull us up”. At least the various parts of ourselves, our bodies.Ridiculous conclusions. The tests of the test if we really know what we are talking about. Against the evidence of our senses. Our senses Our sensibilities.Enter: Absurd. Absurdity. Ridiculous. Ridiculosity.And a whole...
I can’t sleep.A little nervous about tomorrow.New beginnings can be scary.I roll over thinking that will help, but the thoughts roll over with me.The list is endless.The list of What If’s.I am not certain whether or not to dread, or to be excited.Maybe if I write it down,all the possible train wreck-y things that may occur, I will feel better. I might as well make productive use of my time given that sleep is not on the table or with my pillow and my bed for right now.Here goes.What If list:What If I cannot find my first class.What if the ha...
May the road rise to meet you.The wind be ever at your back.May the Lord hold you in the hollow of his hand.The power of reason lies within the power to say “No”.Not gonna happen.Growing pains do not only hit us in adolescence.Nope.They come around at other times of life too.What goes around comes around.The biggest lesson to remember.Nope.We cannot all get along.How will you know where to spend your efforts, spend your time.You will know.And.When it stops working.For them.For you.You will know some more. 😬Pawning the life of others in an at...
The revolving door of uninvited intruders.When one door closes, does another door open?If we knew the answer, we would all, and I do mean all, would be“Sitting pretty”.That darn game of musical chairs though………..What happened?The inability to say “No”, or think you could not say “Yes”, got so, killed. Dead upon arrival.Some repeatedly made and make the “Final Cut” while many, many of the rest were destined to sit around (would there to be a place to sit) and wait it out. Again and again. And. Again and again. And. Again and again.While the “...
Please.Please don’t.Please don’t do.Please don’t do it.There is so much work to do.So much good work to do.And we need ya’.The Life of Hard Knocks.The Life of Hard Knocks is pounding.LOUD.On your head.In your head.Over your head🤨.Sometimes learning and education can be a pain in the a**. Painful.We all succumb to the tendencies to block it all out. To pretend it does not exist. To ignore the face staring realities. We all are born with the extraordinary ability to learn. New things. old things. new stuff. Old stuff.It is in remembering that ...
Difficult paths.Inaccessible slopes.Summit too high.Path too steep.(pf)When the road ahead is only uphill.When the chasm becomes much too wide to cross, to climb.Who do you call on ?The Expert Wise Guy.The Son of the Living God.He reminds us who we are.Where we came from.Why we are here.What to do about it.He is the God of the present.When we know what the right thing to do is, but are deathly afraid.Of it.Of the unknown.Of the predictability, the routine of the certain times and certainty of time.The Expert Wise Guy fills us with hope. Real...
Marriage or Mirage.Pools of water seen over hot desert sand.Illusions and hallucinations are products of the mind.What we see is not always what we see.What we hear is not always what we hear.What happens when happiness is unattainable.What happens next.In a life of vow and service?When the burden to bear becomes too much to bear?Keeping the pressure of unimaginable dread and fear. On the mind. On the body. On the heart.Where does one go? Where does one seek to find a place to cast the overwhelming cares? The sick in the gut feeling comes, a...
”It all comes down to money.”Nothing could be truer.It= AI.Paper.Pencil.Digital.Buttons.Requires none, if any human touch on the part of the recipient.Really.Tik Tok made certain of that.Tick Tock made certain of this.Survival of the fittest.Father time is not, nor is never defeated.Or. Not so fit.However it is you choose to roll.Along with, alongside the the stringy, virus of “surprise”, surprises.Or in opposition to and of.It.And if you feel powerful in your endeavors.More power to you.Hopefully your world did not get lost in the shuffle.T...
I smell a rat.🐀Suspiciously, surreptitiously ratty.The never-break-the-chain-kind-of-stink-a-link.That never ends.Never goes away.Destined to continue to take up residence in the nooks and crannies of existence.Never ending ly sends my stomach into a free fall of barf and gag.It starts slow, nagging, never really goes away.Some days, it comes on full force, in full force and effect.Exhausting.Literally.Figuratively.And all the empty spaces in between.The literal.The figurative.The open and empty spaces.Awry.Amiss.Ugh.As small children we cur...
Seeing the big picture takes time.Takes your time.Takes my time.Insistence is the key to a successful path of crossed and crossing boundaries. Inclusively. Exclusively.Gotta follow the rules and the laws, yes. A no brainer.When deep down we become possessed with our protective capabilities at the helm. We run.We run to the Father.Ask.Seek.Knock.And. Keep on knocking until we prove to Him we are a bonafide follower. Of His. Not of beautiful formulas, with little awareness of the wealth of concepts. With the insistence that the deeds of faith ...
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