This surfer is Rubiana Brownell. I have had these images on my desk top for a few weeks. They are not the showiest pics, but they do demonstrate her surfing skills, and are indicative of her life skills. Those that a person would want to have, if they want to live their dream. Continue reading “Live Your Dream”
How far must one dig, to find humility?
And yet there is a belief that one must “protect the family finances.”
Internal thoughts have a way of surfacing, lingering, and then diving to the nadar of my existence, only to break through my encephalon, carrying crayons. I must have a window to spend time staring out of. It creates a division of mental gymnastics, pulling thread through my thoughts and gluing glitter across the nature on the other side of the pain. Continue reading “The Family Finances”
center |ˈsentər| (Brit. centre
1 [ no obj. ] (center around/on or center something around/on) have or cause to have something as (a major concern or theme): the case centers around the couple’s adopted children | the plot centers on two young men | [ with obj. ] : he is centering his discussion on an analysis of patterns of mortality.
• (be centered in) (of an activity) occur mainly in or around (a specified place): the mercantile association was centered in northern Germany.
2 [ with obj. ] place in the middle: to center the needle, turn the knob.
• Football pass the ball back from the ground to another player to begin a down; snap.
I just finished watching the documentary of Joan Didion’s life ~ The Center Will Not Hold. Continue reading “The Center”
Being young in years is medicine to those that are young in years.
We had gone back to the Island, after a year of travel. First we had gone to Houston. A word of warning, don’t bother to bring marijuana with you, to Texas. It’s cheap and plentiful. Second, take some with you to California. It was hard to come by and outrageously expensive. But we know that things have changed and I would have no idea concerning cost or availability of any drug. But back then, it was a different story.
Continue reading “When He Was 25”
The only pictures I have are in my head.
I was hanging out at Jax Beach.I remember where I was on my birthday, because I had the thought, more than once; 25 is a quarter of a century. And like only the young can do; I believed that to be a long time.
I was thin, with long, wavy hair. I was on a spree of sorts. T was the drug of the day. Continue reading “When I was 25”
Out of the pot and into the fire!
Life can be confusing. I re-play the tapes and ask myself, have I done the right thing? In the end, I let it go. The questions with no definitive answers, become a dark, cavernous maze. It’s a waste of time. Or is it? How do we learn, if we don’t question? Continue reading “Is it the way in ~ or the way out?”