This is a loaded question. I can say no, but I’m not stiff with my time. I go with the flow. An eclectic cartesian point rules my world. It points towards the sea. Everything else is what happens while I create my goals. Giving my time is Love.
This was written by a friend of many years. He is on his way out. We all are. I have a deep love for all humanity. I do what I call SAMM. Surf, art, music and massage. I get many compliments. But just yesterday, I got the best ever. A young man told me he felt I had a gift for helping others. He said, “it’s not just your experience. I believe it’s a gift you have.” As much time as I have spent with people, I know this was not a schmooze. But sincere. It was deeply meaningful to me. It felt superlative.
I have a goal of agape love. What’s yours?
We have dreamed of crossing the country in our Toyota….1989 – 500, 000 miles. Can we do it? What do you think?
Would you try?
Through the years having miles of conversations concerning peace and violence, people would always bring up Ghandi. I would have to inform them he did not win India through 100% peace. He was told to give up or the British were going to slaughter a community and that they did. When this massacre became public things changed. What is wrong with people? What is the inhumane nature of humanity about? It cannot be ignored. We all must choose our paths daily. I do. It’s been a long walk.
Billy Jack, Walking Tall and My Name is Nobody are movies I frequented in my youth. Just to be asked this question has flooded my mind with childhood/teenage memories.
At one time, I knew the entire script of Billy Jack. I was enamored with the idea of pacifism. – I was expressing peace daily. Expounding on the concept of peace. As I pontificated on peace one day, my brother grabbed me and beat me up. He said that was to assure me that I was not a pacifist. I do not speak to my brother anymore. It took many years to break that familial tie, but I finally did it. I was also a runaway. I related to the kids, in Jane’s camp. There was such an underground world of care back at that time. I do not regret any of my adventures. Except for maybe not being able to make it on my own, and having to come home. I hope to enroll at the Universidad de Paz in Costa Rica, this August. I am and always have been in pursuit of peace.
Bufford Pusser in Walking Tall had similar characteristics as Billy Jack. Billy Jack was an avenger. So was Bufford. He stood up for the disadvantaged. He took names and he kicked ass. One low life m-fer at a time. Greed and corruption had taken over his Tennessee home town, whilst he was away prize fighting. When he came home, he didn’t recognize his neighborhood. Gambling and prostitution had taken over. He became the local sheriff/peacemaker. Bufford walked with a big stick and beat the hell out of the low crawling, scumbag, vermin that had infested his peaceful hill. The tragic thing was the bad guys in an attempt to assassinate Bufford, with a long range rifle, killed his wife. And they will die and go to hell for that. Walking Tall was based on a true story.
My Name is Nobody started out with a guy, in a mountain stream, catching fish with his hands. Then he was in a saloon. He drew six guns and slapped a guy in the face, faster than lightening. Pow, pow, pow! Nobody was an out of touch with reality character. It was a spaghetti western/comedy. I was in the eleventh grade and I would drive myself and my sister to the theatre. We would laugh hysterically. I wanted be like Nobody. Sling and slap. M-fer, you are going down. I despise the dog pile of life. And I don’t like being at the bottom. I have had to scrap and scrape in my life. These movies were cathartic for me. – Henry Fonda who played in this movie was asked, who is faster than the fastest gunslinger in town and his reply was “Nobody.” Hence, Nobody showed up to save the day.
I watched those movies fifty and over years ago. I am going to watch them again. If my information concerning these movies is incorrect, get over it. I don’t want to fight about it. Look them up and read about them. Watch them. They are great movies. I wrote this from memory. And what a special memory this has been.
It’s funny – I checked AI for feedback on my writing. I have to laugh. — Beware of the new corruption. There is zero way to fight back.
Thirty five years ago, my mother and I stood in the grocery line at Publix. I told her that I would like to go to Sri Lanka to buy cotton clothes. She asked, “are there waves there?” I said yes. She replied, “I thought so.” I still think of going there and buying those cotton clothes. And of course catching waves.
Celeste was born in the spring under the weight of death.
I love my job! In my younger years I experienced what I call mayhem at work. Jealousy, backstabbing. Who needs that? I walked off as many jobs as I had. I could not survive in that environment. I would have had to become like them. I refused. I sought another way and I found it. It’s not for the faint of heart. No one gets it. Everybody wants it. Find your path and sojourn. I love my job!
Vaca Vida means Cow Life. I live like the cows. Have you ever watched a cow? They are serene. I stepped off the edge of the planet and sold my beach house on Amelia Island. Built a house in Costa Rica. Bought three more houses on Amelia Island. They said it couldn’t be done. Not by me. I got no support, except from God, the Universe, and the people who cared, which were few. I have found, for the most part, the people around you, don’t want to see you do well. I have had to cut those people loose. It has not been easy. But I learned early on that the some of the best things in life are the hardest to come by. Then you can relax and watch the sunset.
Patience and perseverance is the key to all success.
I’m the kind of person, that runs ahead of the crowd. My good fortune has been my love of nature and dislike of pretentious bullies.
To continue to write. To write better. To learn. I have been studying social justice. It’s been an underlying theme in my life. I have found myself at odds with people in Jacksonville FL concerning race issues. I seek peace. Discovering Thomas Sowell has been a huge plus. I would like to enroll at the University of Peace, here in Costa Rica. One term, one class. Conflict Resolution. My main opposition often insults the poor and uneducated. I don’t want to do battle. There has to be a better way. A higher road.
I am a Cracker by Birth, A Redneck by Default, and a Peace Seeker Through Reading Writing and Education.
I would advise my younger self to go to college. I would tell her that all the hell of her life will fall away on the green. She will finally be home, in academia. College is not like high school. Your life will take root and you will bloom.
Believe in yourself. Trust me. I know.
If you are bored – you are boring. I always say I am not a jealous or envious person because I am fascinated by my own life. I’m the kind of person who can enjoy watching the grass grow. I almost got bored thinking about what bores me. I drew a blank. Then the grass took off.
*This photo was taken in Cordele GA. My granddaughter drove as I snapped shots with my Canon 7d. One of my favorites. This shot is symbolic of the South. Coming apart at the seams.
Fish Eye Farm 