for Juliann, January 4th, 2018
The full moon loomed. She was a creature of the night. She was an intricate piece of the jungle puzzle. She was Juliann.
I have never seen such a narrow coffin. A small glass, over her face, in a closed casket, for her viewing. I made myself move slowly to see her; to say my good bye. Continue reading “Out of Order”
Is he a dramatic man living in a simple world? Or is he a simple man living in a dramatic world?
We’re all dealt a hand. It’s up to us, how we play it.
I wish I knew then what I know now – because – then is NOW!
ORIGIN early 17th cent.: modern Latin, from musculus latissimus dorsi, literally ‘broadest muscle of the back.’
I like this photo. Not because the waves is huge and surfer is in the “money shot”, but because of his muscles. I admire how his lats are stressed and defined. Surfers have great bodies. Continue reading “Lats”
I’ve just read Samba to the Sea‘s post, which led me to Dirtbag Darling‘s musings. Both of these women are young blogger, surfer, travelers.
I thought to myself, I’m nobody’s darling, never have been and never will be.
Have you ever seen the picture of what people look like today climbing Mt. Everest? It’s bizarre to say the least. They’re packed like sardines on the mountainside.
They pay huge amounts of money to have a guide show them the ropes, so to speak. Why aren’t they out seeking new adventure? Why aren’t they climbing a mountain no one else has been on? Or at least, maybe just a few.
It’s called adventure. verb [ no obj. ] dated-engage in hazardous and exciting activity, esp. the exploration of unknown territory: they had adventured into the forest.
Today people call adventure, paying a bunch of money to be babied along. WTF? Continue reading “Playgrounds”