A few weeks back I took a nap. I was in my car. The car was in my open garage.
I woke to a noise but did not look. I was comfortable. The car was locked. I wasn’t moving.
There was news of a bear prowling around the neighborhood. The bear had made the noise.
The next week I could not find my hedge trimmers. There were multiple reports of stealing out of unlocked cars. There were reports of items disappearing from porches.
My policy for lost items is that they will come back to me eventually. The lost item suddenly appears. It may take an hour. It may take a month.
Three weeks later I could not find my trimmer. My plants are overgrown. Maybe the neighborhood thief took the trimmer.
I spent a week thinking ‘the guy’ took the trimmer. The noise was from him. It was not from the bear.
Guess what I just found.
Where has your Seneca Scourge been?
She wore a delicately cute outfit, what there was of it. Sitting coolly, smoking one last cigarette before her flight, she stared out at the dark void of the early morning. Her perfume wafting to passerbys lending to the sensory barrage of sounds, smells and activity of the security zone. Bleached hair and an unnaturally even tan, revealed her older than her long legs and shoulders spilling from her halter jumpsuit would have implied.
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This is a picture of a painting I am about half done with. I do not paint very often and do it for entertainment purposes only. There seems to always be two critical moments during the painting process (and any other creative endeavor). 1) The moment when I have to make a big decision and commit to a direction. Like one of those books I loved when I was a kid. “…if you want to go into the cave turn to page 112.” There is a 50/50 chance that cave will be your doom.
2) The second moment is deciding which brushstroke is the last. I usually keep going too long. Often, in an effort to fix moment “1”.
This photo is at stage one. I now realize that the painting looks better in black and white. Maybe that is my painting style: bad technique and use of color fixed with photoshop! 8)
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I am likely late to the party, but this moved me and I wished to share it.
Maybe music can unite the world?!
I sometimes pray for even just a small whisper to tell me that I am on the right path. I feel like the universe just yelled at me. I have a vacation week approaching. Last weekend, someone recommended that I take a trip to the Smokey Mountain National Park. It sounded perfect. Fresh air and hiking, but not too rugged. Three times I hit <purchase ticket> and three times the transaction failed for one reason or another. Well, okay then…there are other places to go hiking. I began research for areas in Maine and Vermont. My eyes began to glaze over so I left the finalization till today.
I had been on the internet most of the morning without incident. Five minutes into narrowing down my selection, the smoke alarm gave out a long chirp. The power went out. My laptop, happy with its battery appeared fine. However, the router had lost power so the internet had left me. I think I will be staying close to home.
A great joke about listening and recognizing signs. The man at his house during a great flood.
(Photo found at: http://www.evolvinglifeintransition.com/do-you-trust-the-universe/)
The danger of being an idealist is that you will have your heart broken. Everyone, including myself, falls short of the ideal on many occasion. When people seem to intentionally choose a less than ideal path, it can take the air out of me.
We live in a grand melting pot of different cultures, ideas, religions, and lifestyles. It seems as though people have been throwing rocks into the melting pot to try to keep us separated and from uniting to form a wonderful mix. I can make of juice out of foods I do not like: kale, pears, beets, parsley, chard and lemon. A wonderful symphony of nutrition and taste appear in my glass. So it is with ideas. No one person always has the best answer. We need to draw on the knowledge and experience of one another to create the the ideal symphony.
Loving to Compromise:
Way back in physics class, the professor explained that there are 2 major theories of light behavior: a) traveling particles and b) traveling waves. I went home that night and devised my own theory: particles that travel in waves.
I Like Doormats:
At my first job interview, post graduation, I was given the results of a personality test that all applicants had to take. “You tend to be a doormat, but we can help with that.” What is so wrong with being accommodating, welcoming, and keeping other people from dragging a muddy mess around the world?