The silence is deafening. So much so, that I hear the mill droning on. It’s creating the low lying pollution, blanketing our island. Someone is taking advantage of this situation. The non-happening, of everyone staying inside. Of course, not all. There will always be dare devils.
The image above is of a Phoenix. I plan to have this tattooed on my back/shoulder. I have an appointment, on my birthday. That is if the parlor is open.
I have a passion, for helping others. I don’t always get to help the ones that I would like to, but I do get to help. And along the way, I can’t forget myself. Givers must have boundaries, because takers don’t. (if you’re looking for information, that is a jewel)
The comment above is written by a life long friend, Mary Ann. As teenagers, I thought that if I didn’t help her, she would surely get hurt. We had so much fun as kids. I would have her sit above the tire, on our antiquated, Ford tractor and go as fast as I could, “bajaing” across a plowed field, trying to throw her off. Her job was to hang on.
Then there was the day, we flew out over a ravine, her in the seat of a rope swing and me, standing on the sides of the wooden board that supported her. We would jump off of a platform, high up in a pine tree. We would swing out and circle back, coming back to the tree trunk and missing it by inches.
Our antics go on and on. The beauty of youth. The best part of younger years.
I search for the right answers. I will survive, until I don’t.
To maintain a blog was advice, on how to be a professional photographer, from one of those many “how to” cyber sites. I did get some good ideas from my reading. It’s just that, I know, I am not able, to follow the advice. My lifestyle leads itself to the impossible, on one hand, and endless possibilities on the other. My life is a lazy, busy, intricate web of photography, nature, and people. Every day brings about different colors, cultures, animals and moods. The one consistent is, there is no consistence. Continue reading Maintain a Blog
I started to title this Christian Community ~ but I thought better of it. I don’t want to start a Holy War.
All I know is, I have an opportunity, to meet with fellow Christians and help to feed some hungry people.
It’s Sunday morning and I have found myself congregating with a group called, The Carpenter’s Way. We meet above a restaurant, in the town of Brasilito. They do not pass a basket for money. – hmm…that’s different. Personally, I give, but there’s no part of the sermon where money is asked for.
We have two hundred hot dogs to cook today.
I don’t know if you’ve ever been hungry and without; if you’ve ever felt the humiliation of not being able to feed your family. I have.