Acts and thoughts of the common man and his best friend, Hobbe's the Cat
To write to me is to explore,From the very top to the deepest core,That part human sometimes unseen,Compiled of the many things,That show themselves in acts and words,Like kindness that is returned,So take to heart a cook am I,And thought filled are these words of mine,To approve or accept not,Is yours like mine.... simply a... Continue Reading →
Because I cannot fathom a moment in life when I didn't have him there with a call, his voice carrying that of four men, his hands another knuckle in size.
That left me trying to piece together and scout around at what was left over, the foundational pieces of who I am. I found the pieces that I could change, that didn't hold weight any longer, and those that never did.
What happened felt like I was taking a long run at a moving train in hopes I could tackle it and derail the thinking that had rutted my tracks so deeply.
Just a note on the blog here, I have searched for weeks to try to find some sort of fix for the issues. But it appears WordPress isn't supporting the theme in which I built and put years of work into. That means if I want to have some basic functionality in my editor, the... Continue Reading →
Well, WordPress keeps on changing their editor. It's functions are moved, the fonts change and disappear. One week I know how to change the font, the next week I can't even find it. I am trying to study the world of WP, but it appears I have to learn code or something to get anything... Continue Reading →
We ultimately have a responsibility to uphold, and finding those weaving abilities again is just a part of it, and coming this core belief comprehension is just a small part of that.
"I'm sick of my crap too!"
This was the place for my long talks, the ones I couldn't find people to listen to.
It comes from the very things we are trying to hide, our biases, our expectations, and our fears.
What also ran into all of this was a realization that there is no there, that I've been looking for.
Teasing is humility's hammer, it is the great destroyer of egos, and the builder of acceptance.
These days feel like I am more the researcher surveying the damage, with impatient monkeys slapping my ass.
It was a badly damaged area as I assessed the aftermath, the works of good mental behaviors tossed down like a library after an earthquake.
It is the forgiveness, and acceptance that was developing for yourself was also developing for others, was coloring in their silhouettes.
Those reminders of the basics, and letting what you know now set in for a bit, make a bed, stay a night or two, are imperative to remember.
Tempests Follow 