of temporary understanding. No really I did! Spotify figured I needed to hear it so along came this mind wandering little tune I’ve always enjoyed so much. No link provided. lol Look it up for yourself.

To Wish Impossible Things

To wish for peace and understanding among other humans… but I won’t be greedy, I’d be satisfied plenty if we just had an understanding. I think peace would follow if we were smart enough to realize it all.

… to The Cars playing ‘All Mixed Up’.

A few recent thoughts keep knocking on this mental door of mine. The knocking that never stops.

After all, it is all mixed up isn’t it. When will the mad, stop being mad? When will the sad, stop being sad? When will the misunderstandings, be understood. And most importantly! When will the inhumane, see their wrongs and become humane again or for the first time?

“She said leave it to me, everything will be alright”.

friend. She’s been to hell and back. Ignored and left to die, frozen, dehydrated, beat up, pulled out of her pot just to name a few. Her life sucked. There is simply no other way to describe it. But this morning she said thanks the only way she could.

She’s my little pound plant. There’s an animal rescue saying that goes something like: ‘Who Rescued Who’. Well I’m here to say, that saying goes far beyond those that are furry.

The poor thing is bringing me a lot of joy showing me her new leaf.

Some look outward for a meaning in life.
Some look inward for the meaning of life.
Some just look very confused.

by many, I need to start socializing. Get out they said, be in groups, get out of your cave. It’ll do you good. You’ll have fun with life again.

So I tried. One of the excursions into the social expanse was a trivia group that met every Tuesday from 5.30 till whenever. Now I rarely had a great time but a few were admittedly really fun, a few were simply lessons in patience. The good won over the just ok times so I continued the course in how to crawl out of the cave and survive among others.

That all ended this evening! But before all hell broke loose… believe it or not, the last question related to amusement park rides. I nailed it! The group leader went the smart route instead of the greedy and bet wisely. Our team went from being last place, to winning. We all lined up for a photo op all smiles. Apparently, not all smiles were sincere.

As I write this, all I remember was a bunch of people swinging at each other and some part of me said no more! No more violence, no more arguing. Simply no more hurt in any form. I stood in front of the guy that seemed to be the source of the issue and continually said ‘no more’ at the top of my lungs as I backed him away from the bullshit. His opposition was bitching at me something about ‘did you see him assault me?’ All I had left in my vocabulary was ‘we’re all better than this’. Which was expressed repeatedly in a quite loud tone.

So apparently. Somewhere in all that I took a few hits upside my head. Those will heal in time I guess but the damage done deep inside me won’t heal soon. I doubt it seriously if it ever will. Let me clarify that. No. It never will!

I’m done with it!

And the timing of it all was probably the most heartbreaking part of the evening. A fine gent probably 85 asked for the microphone after the game and before the pictures began. He asked all the vets to raise their hands, this is something (I never do!) but tonight was different as I felt the empathy he most obviously had. He wasn’t asking for a damn thing but a common respect and the ‘camaraderie’ so many don’t understand. He, in so many words simply asked for unity among all. 5 minutes later I’m sure all he saw was what hell looked like… all over again.

Do all that were there owe him an apology a hug, a handshake, maybe all just written? Absolutely! And maybe somehow we can show him in person, how sincere, how much we understood what he had said and what we had learned from his efforts. But I know humanity. That would never happen. And that!!! Is what is so wrong. Humanity and compassion has been overwhelmed by their opposites.

“All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.”

I wish more than anything, I knew infinite understanding. I so desperately need to know so much more.

But I guess that’s two sentences isn’t it. I never was all that good at instructions… or answers.

I remember exactly when this picture was taken. I was offshore of Crystal River, FL in the Gulf sitting in my much trusted kayak. I was at the perfect place. I felt/knew Mom was going to put on quite a show that night so I got into a spot I thought would be the perfect… ‘spot’. I grabbed the real camera out of the day hatch, cleaned up the lens and made sure the battery was good. I tethered the paddle and threw it overboard so it couldn’t possibly muck anything up.
I knew when I had taken it, that it was at least my version, my vision of perfection! I was so happy knowing I nailed it I was giddy getting home that night to see it on a larger screen.
That paddle happened to be one of my last long offshore trips. Had I known then what she had in store for all I’ve ever known, I’d have probably just kept going chasing her and stopping permanently someplace just short of somewhere.
My desire to be back out there seeing Nature, living life on the edge is greater than anything I know of!
It kinda needs to happen again… and soon.

Possibly one of more than a few edits. Yeah, this post means much to me and it cuts pretty deep. “If you aren’t on the edge, you’re taking up too much space”. Edge? What edge? That must change!

It’s not just the fluffy and or cute!

It’s no bonsai by any stretch but the poor thing needed attention. I’ve no idea what it is but it deserved far more than it was getting. I don’t think it’s a weed and I really don’t care. It’s gonna make it!
It went into plant ER an hour or so ago. I threw at it, all I had to give short of some f***ing drug or radiation!

Here’s to seeing the power of giving a damn!

And I don’t know where to start or what to even say. Maybe like dancing, I’ll ask her to lead and we can burn up an hour or so.

… on a motorcycle. As I look back, I think I did it more than I just realized. Cool!

Racing! There are those who run up front. The fearless. And then there’s the slow saps in the back. The me’s.

Through the experience I learned something important. It didn’t matter if you were running first and second, or. first last and second last… by God you were racing and all you had on your mind was to be the inch or more in front of the other guy. You were racing, every sense, every muscle was either doing something or tensed in fright. All you had in you was working to its fullest. Maybe some parts, just a little more.

It didn’t matter if you were doing 150 or 110. The other guys skills were your match. It was pure adrenaline and it was good. No, it was a spectacular Rush!!

I need a very long and salty sea kayak experience F…ing soon. I need the rush, the danger. I need the fright. I need the oneness of me to race. I may win or come in last. Mother Nature may send me into my last wave. I don’t care as the result would have been worth it! I raced myself, I gave it my absolute best. And one of me won.