01JUL2019 Hermitage Park

Waiting on Angela

Greetings from the tiny piece of nature preserved in old Gretna called Hermitage Park. It’s early enough that the heat hasn’t beaten me into submission and right here, right now; I am reminded of how good it feels just be out sometimes. It’s so easy this seductive multichannel television, air conditioned life. You soon cease thinking there was ever any good reason for being outside.

The above mentioned Angela, my daughter, has a neighbor and I swear, every time I go there the woman’s outside. Okay, then, ninety five percent of the time. I’ve speculated as to the reasons for this, said speculations running the gambit from there’s  something outside she’s afraid she’ll miss to “Them new-fangled devices like flat screen televisions are threatening my immortal soul and I’ll have no part of such going on!”

            Today I kind of get it. The birds are singing busily, life in the form of commuters  is crawling past at twenty five miles an hour and I’m guessing those poor folks are all unaware of the oneness, of the connection you feel when you shut your whinny  inner critic for a moment and just take things in. I am moved on this bright cotton cloudy day to share my feelings of joy. Oh, I’m sober by the way. Not sure now why I felt the need to mention that, oh well. I guess I’m saying some days it’s good to be alive on this earth, love in your ❤.

27Feb2019Updates

I posted a Charles Bukowski quote yesterday.I feel it deserves more than a simple posting, an explanation is more in order.

"I have no definite talent or trade, and how i stay alive is largely a matter of magic."

My usual motive for postings is obviously inspirational, for you along with myself, to keep me to the path. Though it pains me to admit this, at times I post things without giving them a through vetting. My reasoning is if it's positive and uplifting that's enough." I have been negligent.

"I have no definite talent or trade..."

 I graduated with my Master's degree recently; the culmination of a journey started, no shit, about forty years ago. I know right? Well since then I've done nothing but sit around contemplating the future; that and playing EVE. My fellow scholars, bright, shinning minds all, have gone on to teaching careers. Every one motivated to give something back to their respective communities while i mine and blow up computer generated ships.

I've come to the realization i'm not an educator. Despite my degree and training in other areas i have "no definite talent or trade." The only thing i feel strongly about, the one thing that refuses to give way to the constant threat of apathy is my writing. My  little stories that only i seem to want to read. (smile) I've no great message to impart to the masses no new perspective on fiction or literature. I just like stories.

This is me facing all that self doubt, telling myself even if i am the only one reading them its still a matter of magic. this is me acknowledging what a beautiful fact that idea is.