Loving the artistry!
Loving the artistry!
All are tailored and customized for, and by our journey. Frozen in solid motion towards objectives not yet revealed yet willing recipients of both days and nights and the contents therein. We embrace decision and indecision. Some journeys made of chance and those of planning train our eyes on the variability of each movements reward. We chased joy and drama yet when delivered we settled for mundane, reach for different, and scream with passion consuming the surprise of the rare with exhilarating. To free ones mind from expectation is to readily secure a more satisfying moment. To raise the bar for expectation is to release the actions required to obtain the same.
So we set out to simply do, to be, to see, to experience and found all that our souls desired. its in moments like these…..
… that we realize that there is only possibility and all else are lies told to blind the blind to the truth of destinies rewards. But this time we were not to be denied because we surrendered no retreat. In this moment the world became small and obstacles were made minuscule. Journey became our stepping stone… yes, from journey to journey we leaped our way from 🇺🇸 to 🇨🇳 to 🇵🇭 to 🇨🇳 and back to 🇺🇸, leaving well purposed footprints from city to city and from province to province.
Its just the beginning y’all… This guy on my shoulder…
… isn’t representative of good or bad, but of a singular purpose to intently extract with authority each and every reward. We pray that we inspire others to… #getsome, #liveyourlove, #freeyoursoul, #seizeyourjourney, #tacklelife, #unchain, #live
Love you eternally and thanks @MauriceHayes86… Wedid that!!!
You see I’m a rich man… rich on life. I’ve been through enough in life to carefully carve out a firm broad foundation yet haven’t lost my mind. I’ve been praised and cursed, loved and hated, and loved again. Things like betrayal, disappointment, being underestimated, unappreciated, underrated and exaggerated have all visited me. All have their place in my past yet have all emboldened and informed my future. I am a man of passion and decision. Clear and consideration is my focus on my desires. I am one who enjoys the taste of victory but only if fairly secured and only boasts on the inside.
In life I want more than just a taste…. I want a mouthful of sustenance and enduring victory… I want never ending portions of victory’s mana. I want to feel all of my days, moments, and memories. Seizing joy from moments good or bad and enjoying the flavor of true victory is my norm. Unlike some, I’m willing to fight for it and take with intelligent ferocity, peace of mind and prosperity. I am a simple man, but with complex ways and unlimited means and infinite determination.
Ok, that’s it for now… I’m going to sit back now at poolside on the 11 story rooftop of a very pleasant hotel near Manila Airport in the Philippines and enjoy this mango shake, live music, and amazingly refreshing breeze.
Take care for now until my next post.
I’m sure I didn’t dream of this.
I’m sure it wasn’t painted in calm of my dreams.
I’m sure this didn’t make it to any list, spoken, thought of, or written.
I’m sure that God’s hand’s painted this eternities ago just for me.
I’m sure His revealing it right now means something beyond my right now.
I’m sure that He is happy with me.
I’m sure this is the very first time I am thoroughly relaxing and rocking back and forth on hind legs of a small black plastic chair meant for the size of locals in slippers, white t-shirt, and underwear on the 18th floor of a 2 bedroom condo on the very tip of a peninsula on Mactan Islands facing an amazing and ever changing artistic view of changing tide and changing skies.
I’m sure that many, by watching this video will see this for the very first time and may never have this gracious opportunity to see it live and in the making.
I’m sure that the universe purposely opened its right eye, thankfully squinting to gaze at me, as I gased at it as much as I could, with its firefly pupil.
I’m sure I’ll have many more desires and firsts fulfilled and created memories and moments revealed.
I’m sure it’s what I live for.
I’m sure its what I love for…
I’m just sure of it!!!
Love and Let Love, Live and Let Live
– Johnnie Moore
Was a very nice morning in Bogotá today. I promised myself to do 1000 burpees while on this biz trip. I did get started this morning and realized that maybe I bit off more than I can actually chew… lol. Anyway, this morning I did 40 in total and it was taxing. In order to meet my goal I’ll have to do at least 60 more today.
So I had a nice healthy breakfast and then went for my Coffee at Juan Valdez Cafe across from my hotel.
Then I waited for a wonderful colleague to join me on my walk to the office.
So far so good in 2018… I’m planing to be very productive while here in Bogotá, Colombia.
I’m always looking for a journey… some interesting adventure, some new learnings, or insights. Not always deep, spiritual or philosophical. Sometimes I want to learn silly random stuff. You know like everyday stuff. Stuff like if you sit in upper deck and close to Biz class and if you are charming, you can actually still get served as if you were in Biz class… But I’m not getting to that yet. Below is just a pic of me in the MIA airport on my way to my gate.
Well I made it to FRA safety and man what an non-memorable trip. it appears that after a really tough and long week I was over tired. Yep, even more that I could even imagine. I rarely sleep on planes. But I boarded, got comfy, put on my headphones and some music (August Alsina). I took out my laptop and just so that something was on the TV, I put on a movie. What a waste… I was awaken by the Pilot announcing that we would be landing in 40 minutes… WHOA!!!! Wait, What??? Man I couldn’t believe it. I was completely confused and frustrated. How could this happen. I literally lost approximately 7 hrs or so of my life that I can never, ever get back. This is some BS!!! I mean it was terrible. My laptop was still open, but on the floor laying sideways between my legs, my neck and back felt like I had gotten one of those Indian Stone spine alignments. I mean I think that I have now lived what it would be like to be 130 years old. I stood up slowly and painfully with cracking and popping sounds. All my muscles must have shrunk because none of them wanted to be extended at all. I mean they just objected fiercely delivering pain and sharp pains, oh and yeah, pulsating pain too. So I made my way to the bathroom and thankfully there was no line because my bladder had stretched all the way down my leg in an effort to hold all the processed coffee and water I had drank from hours earlier. I rested my head on top of the ceiling in order to balance and poured at least 30-40 liters into the latrine. Whew… I know I lost about 4-5 kilos in that 1 1/2 minutes. It was a spiritual awakening indeed. Even my would felt better.
So I got off the plane made my way through customs and to the train station and to my platform. Pic below…
I made my way to Siegburg and took a cab to the Kemeha. I had seen the hotel in many of my prior visits to Bonn, but had never been inside. So after checking in and making it up the elevator i was really surprised when I found that everything was red. Yes everything. The carpet, the walls, the doors, the ceiling… I mean everything was red. I was like “Super Cool”. I was axious to see the rooms. The room was very nicely laid out, but nothing specifically special or weird.
I spent a few days in the office with my Boss and Colleagues. It was really nice because we don’t get to see each other face to face often. I took advantage of the 2 days in GHO covering various misc topics and bonding. Lots of emails and lots of work… For some reason I’m always in catch up mode lately. Not sure if this will change., It seems that it’s the new norm. Work load has never been an issue for me in terms of job security. On day 2 I went out to the Mississippi building to have lunch and took a pic of the tower as I passed. No matter how many times I come to DE I always think the tower is pretty cool.
On the way to the CSI building I passed this statue and laughed… Ive seen it before, but since I was in the moment I actually appreciated it. I can think of so many memes for this statue:
Anyway.. this is still kind of cool. Its always interesting how you see things when you actually are in the moment. Gotta do more of that.
I HATE BEER!!!
But I’ve been trying to try different one and specifically in different places. I always try to try a locally made beer that is from the area or region that I am in. I can blame my buddy Amer and Jhon for this one… This thing was so big. I mean who has that kind of room in their belly. I assume that this is where the term “Beer Belly” comes from. But seriously, why is it so necessary to drink so much volume? I just don’t understand it. Well this one was awful as expected, but not as awful as some that I’ve had in the past. I think by far the Red Horse in the Philippines is the the worst. Even beating our King Fisher in India and the 1665 in France. A little known fact… the best tasting beer to me so far is…
Below is the restaurant immediately in the rear of the hotel right on the Rein River. Best Burgers in DE so far! I mean I went their twice just to make sure that it wasn’t just a fluke. Turns out the second burger was just a good as the first. JB Jon also confirmed this as well. Amer doesn’t eat beef but you could tell he was really enjoying the chicken cutlets. This was a really good spot. Very real axing and the weather was kind to us. People walking, running, and biking on the river along with a nice evening with friends enjoying a beer and discussing life, politics, culture, religion, work, family, philosophy, etc… What a time… Gotta find a way to do things like this more often in my life. Seems that lately I’m always so busy that I don’t have time to live in the moment. Well, I’ll make this more of a priority. I’m fact.. anyone in South Florida want to have a beer this weekend? Let me know…
So on my second trip I had mother beer, but a smaller one. You can see it below. It was a mini version of the Goliath beer that I had earlier. Again, more amazing conversations with very cultured and amazing colleagues. I have to admit that i am fortunate.
Back to the Kameha… This was just one of the many little touches that you could find all over the hotel. They really did a nice curb with simplicity and decor. Super nice.
Even the elevator was red… I was on my way to check out of the Kemeha and check into the Hilton for the remainder of my stay. Man I was soooo full…. Full of ideas, energy, and enthusiasm. In the end all we ever want to do is to be successful and for our hard work to be recognized. I had a full day planned. Lunch with Christiane and Adrian and their families and then Dinner with Amer. All turned out really well. It was fantastic to meet their families and their amazing children.
More elevator shenanigans….
For some reason I thought that I would be good to go… I left with only my black pullover only to find that Germany wasn’t going be nice to me. It got very cool. Down to the high 40Fahrenheit and that pullover kept getting thinner and thinner. So we stopped and and sat outside of a restaurant and I had a cappuccino and German fish soup. It was really tasty, but over the top salty. I am a bit salt sensitive, but this would have been salty by anyone’s standards. I killed that soup. It was warm and that’s all that mattered. The cappuccino was mediocre at best but i smashed it too…
It was great just chillin there and people watching. They had alive rock band about 60 yards away that for me sounded like drums, guitar, and yelling. Evren thought eh drummer had rhythm, the people dancing were apparently dancing to something else that they had heard back when they were infants. Amer was great company and a great conversationalist. We chatted about our childhoods and some of the interesting things we had experienced. We then decided that going for Indian food was a good idea.
The food was really good and honestly the best I had in Germany so far. It wasn’t India spicy which disappointed us a bit.What was also interesting was that the natives would ask for Naan as an appetizer and eat it by itself. Well guess what, Amer and I rejected the rice that they brought to the table that we didn’t order and we ate the traditional way. We got our hands dirty and as I said, it was really good. On the way out of the restaurant I took a photo of the guy making naan and also took a video clip. I learned that in order to make Naan you have to have one of these ovens and they are mostly in restaurants and not in homes. In homes they typically make Roti.
Back sat the hotel the following day I ordered the salmon and was really relieved to see green veggies. In Germany it seems that’s most veggies are roots and salad is the Prefered green item that they consume. Lots of sour krout and mashed potatoes… Generally potatoes at least 2-3 times per day seems regular around here. But I was happy to devour the salmon and veggies which was the dish that was most like what I was used to at how one. It was delish!
Was driving and took a picture of this random building. No real comments on this one.
While at Siegburg I took a quick snap of train that had some really cool graffiti on it. I’m always a bit torn about graffiti. I mean even though some are amazing and you can tell that these folks have talent, I ain’t so happy about them tagging random things that aren’t theirs. Anyway… It was really cool to me.
I made it to the airport via ICE train from Siegburg to Frankfurt, got through security and sat for breakfast. Which was focaccia salami & cheese sandwich, a cappuccino, and some fresh juice. These guys (below) were sitting across from my table and I took this random photo of random people. Now I don’t know these people at all, but here is what my imaginative intuition has ascertained:
The guy on the left facing us is Bert. Bert owns and ice cream shop in holland that’s been suffering a bit due to a milk shortage. His ice cream is supposed to be organic so he cant use the powdered stuff. Sitting next to Bert is his wife Helga who has been really frustrated because her online business sales have been dropping for years. Bert keeps telling her not to worry and to be appreciative but she is really getting perturbed because she doesn’t like that he is always pretending to be happy even though she knows that the bottom is falling out. What Helga doesn’t know is that a the gentlemen in front of her, Isaac who happens to be her childhood friend has already gotten another supplier for the milk for Berts ice cream shop. This is why Bert is so happy. What Bert doesn’t know is that that Helga and Isaac had been intimate when teenagers. Not to worry, there was no actual sex, but certainly some very intimate touching. It was experimental and didn’t actually go beyond the two specific incidents. Once in Ms Claes’ class during a movie about the Spanish Inquisition. It was harmless tit for tat genitalia grabbing and childish giggling. The other time was in the back of Dr Dross’ laundrymat. That one actually involved a tongue kiss because neither had ever kissed before and wanted to at least try it so that when they did kiss someone for the first time, they would be more confident. Helga gaged and threw up so it killed it for both and they still suffer from kissing PTSD. Bert still wonders why his wife only like to peck instead of tongue kiss.
Sitting next to Issac in the black jacket is Turk. He doesn’t like to be called by his real name which is “Deander Ismael Carmichael Kurt”, which if you take the first letter of each name spells….. well you know. So for many years he asked to be called by his last name Kurk, which somehow turned into Turk which again is what everyone calls him now.Turk was fired from a security firm because he left his weapon at the playground of an elementary school. He isn’t sure why they made a big deal because the only weapon they issued him was a night stick or billy club. The specifics aren’t so clear and he wont really share much but what is known is that one kid ended up with a large contusion on his elbow and another had a bruised rib. Its said that one kid tried to act out a recently seen episode of Cops. But we still don’t know. Either way, Turk makes everything into a security topic. Even now he swears he can see behind his back and that he has already sized up everyone wishing a 100 yard radius and he has memorized the names of every restaurant on the way to the gate. No one believes him, but they all nod just to get him to shut up. Turk doesn’t at all like Simone sitting to his right because Simone has an issue. He seriously has an issue. He cannot say anything without announcing himself and speaking in the third person. I know that you might be a bit confused so I will give you an example.
“Simone says that Simone is hungry as hell and wants Simone to get Simone some McDonalds.”
You see.. Thank kind of stuff will make anyone crazy. The other challenge is that Simone really likes Turk. And I don’t mean like as a friend. Simone wants Turk to have his children. Turk often finds Simone staring at him with this weird kind of geeky “I want to ravage you angrily” kind of look. But Turk literally has no idea. Now Isaac knows because he and Simone got drunk one day at mass and Simone spilled the crackers into the Holy water. While apologizing profusely he said the following:
“Simone wants to have Simone to kiss Turk in the mouth”
Isaac pretended not to hear it and they both went to confession for drinking 2 liters of wine that was meant for communion. Seems that God forgives, but the church didn’t allow them in the back anymore.
OK, there is allot more, but I’ll spare you all the details….
Ok… so I was so excited to be boarding the flight and finally making my way back home I had to take another “See ya next time Germany” pic.
So since I had a 9 hr flight ahead of me and I just didn’t feel like working I decided to draft this blog post. I hope that you enjoyed it.
“I’ve traversed light years across mind and thought, through soul’s universe diligently seeking the secrets of purpose. I am wanting for enlightenment beyond the evident. An immersion of determination and ambition fuels my desire for the unseen elements of wisdom, for understanding of the tenth dimension and fulfillment realized. I seek interactions beyond the five senses and an existence that betrays both the physical and scientific. Wondering from soul to soul and from spirit to spirit embracing each purified essence of intention and avidity finding clarity, understanding, and lucidity which deliver my reward of free spirit, capable of only good.”
It’s at times a lonely journey to truly find your way forward, to embrace all that’s good from the past while discarding all things bad. All that is, is already in each of us waiting and wanting to be freed to do and feel good. Oftentimes we look outward for essence when in fact essence fragrantly pulsates through our being. It is this essence that gathers and transforms tears from disappointment into joy filled memories and moments of enlightenment and transcendence. We have to increase our ability to know ourselves and even share our secrets with ourselves confidently and openly. Embracing yourself in the raw and consuming the knowledge that it conveys. Self awareness is the real source of real power, but is still the start of the lonely journey to truly find your way forward.
Start now…. After all, “What the heck do you have to lose…”
– Johnnie Moore
She sleeps on as many trips as we have taken. It seems that she finds peace in my presence knowing that I am her protector. Soon enough she will be off to University and outside of my purview and close protection, yet I am confident that she is fully equipped with all required for life. She is and continues to be a thirsty sponge taking in all life’s lessons. I’m amazed when she recites the many wisdoms with class and maturity. It is pleasantly surprising and feeds my ego. I am proud… Oh so proud of her.
Go ahead… Rest BabyGirl. Venice awaits us in only a few hours. 😘☺️😌
There is no greater gift than to be where you want to be, doing what you want to do, and with whom you want to do it. At this moment it is sitting on the rooftop of Hotel Farnese in Roma, Italy with my daughter who has recently graduated with honors from high school having a simple breakfast and drafting this blog post while she watches her favorite YouTubers.
I was sharing with my daughter that oftentimes people fail to prioritize experiencing the moment. They simply are not aware that they could or even should be aware of their “now”. There is a healing effect from sincerely beginning self aware. Feeling the realization that you are alive and becoming aware of your breath and heartbeat and sensations of feeling, the air on your skin, and the unique sounds all around you. Becoming aware of your own thoughts so much so that you can actually control them.
Sobering are the moments that you realize that you “are”, that you exist.
I also shared with her that you can then slowly expand your awareness outside of yourself and notice all the life and lives around you both animate and inanimate, for all things expire from their current form or way of being. You see, real life is not experienced in the yesterdays or the tomorrows. It is captured in the now. This is where futures are drafted and memories carved. For those very close to me they often hear that I am keen to experience moments and create memories.
I will be that old cool ass gent sitting someday in a rocking chair (maybe on the Moon or Mars) with grandchildren around laughing and enjoying themselves. And I’ll have this mischievous or even playful grin on my face as I relive, in my mind, some of the very best memories and moments. I’ll watch the birth of my son and hesitantly cut the squishy umbilical cord, hold him in my hands counting fingers and toes and making sure that both of his eyes are looking at me. I’ll relive my daughters first day of school where she joyfully bounced and skipped off to join the other children when I was expecting and even wanting her to throw herself off the ground because she didn’t want to leave us. I’ll remember my dad’s phone call out of the blue sharing how proud he was of my accomplishments and more over the kind of man I had become. I’ll remember the many intimate moments where time screeched to a halt with bursts of motions of love and eye gazes along with intertwined spirits that seemed to defy gravity, space, and time. I’ll remember the love of, and pleasures of those that have transcended into the next life. I’ll remember everything!!! Each and every detail with precision and in full color leaving no detail without distinction. After all, what else can I take with me as I age and hopefully in the beyond.
It’s all about “Memories and Moments”. This is my gift to myself…
– Johnnie Moore
When I was younger I was determined to live what I love. Yes literally… I mean seriously and for real. Curiously enough after several unexpected, unwanted, and painful experiences in my life, it became obvious to me that I wasn’t exactly living what I love. I was finding a way to love what I was living. I was somehow holding back my “greatness journey” while attempting to acquiesce to pressures driving me to deal with external purposes outside of my own. Life changes and people change too. But I’m not so sure that I believe that I’ve been repurposed. My purpose remains consistent and the evolution to alignment perfection to that purpose is encapsulated into my willingness to obey my truths.
You see I’ve come to accept that “Truth” is a personal and impartial form of law. It is an expressed reality unchanged, a rule of existence and a foundational element not yet written in the “periodic table”, but bold and italicized in the “eternal table”. It is a force that directs both action and inaction. It constricts one from self indulgence and prompts one to hold close both things and entities that are based in authenticity. It reaches down into your heart and pulls salty tears forward through your mind as emotions and rains them over shivering cheeks. Truth is a spring of glory that increases heartbeats in moments of acceptance that one is loved. It creates the most beautiful smile wrinkles. Among it’s evidences are the provocative instances of realization and an ever reminding occurrence of passion, compassion, relevance and motives. Truth is strong and incontestable, stands alone and requires no assistance. It is immovable, eternal, and can be wielded as a tool or a weapon.
Living what I love is impossible without awareness and acceptance of my truths. This is a statement of fact and one of the many stepping stones to transcendence.
Stay tuned more to come…
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It’s true that honey attracts more than vinegar, it’s also true that if the carrot is ineffective a stick will likely deliver results…
Key point is the sweet fragrance of the honey tantalizes the tastebuds and increases desire to be in close proximity. Then should the carrot not incentivize desired outcomes the stick is the fall back.
Either way achieving the goal is destined. I’m in it to win it! All the way in and all the way to the finish line. Who’s with me?
Apparently this thing called ‘Passion‘ seems to be a hot topic for most and is, in many cases overused. For me, ‘passion’ is defined as the one thing that enjoys your very best and rewards you the most. It fills you up from the inside out and is seemingly reflexive and serves you as your safe place. It’s the thing that comes easy, but you feel compelled to operate with pride. It is your thirst quencher and your warm soup on a cold day. Passions are oftentimes selfless, delivered as an outward expressions, and formed with action or activity. It is an action that fulfills a deep point of desire that begs your attention and finds its way to identify as a priority in your life.
When excersizing in your passion its likened to
the ease of flowing down a smooth river,
like awakening comfortably from a great nights sleep,
like your sexiest outfit and a hot date,
like your favorite evening comfort beverage,
like watching a baby completely immersed in unprovoked laughter,
– ok you got the point.
In order to find your passion you need to be open enough to try new things and to look within for evidence of inner joy and a resounding sense of accomplishment. When you are in your zone, it just feels good. Its comfortable and empowering. I’ve also learned that the people closest to you can in many cases see the signs and if asked can provide confirmation of what you would likely already know. Your passion is already within range. It is sometimes hidden clear view amongst the clustered array of “to-do’s”.
Critically your passion is and always will also be seeking you and will flash its presence from time to time pleading for your recognition and attention. It shows itself as the thing that you want to do first or save for last. Even the effort required when it comes to your passion, rewards you and seldom would you not want to share its sucesses.
Finding your passion can be simple or as complicated as you want to make it. In the end, my perspective is that you simply need to claim that which you already know. Even if it is somewhat broad in nature… Allow your passion to develop. In the meantime do the stuff that you love and the things that make you smile.
While waiting for my daughters Optometrist to finish some updates in his computer I asked him about this topic and he shared his story with me on how he found his passion. It was a very interesting story indeed… However in the end he simply said “You gotta be damn lucky”! Now I certainly believe that there is some element of luck involved, however by far the ability to feel your joyful place while pursuing life and then to make the tough decision…
Making the tough decision to walk away from people, places, and things that are in direct conflict with allowing you to pursue your passion is paramount. Draw the line in the sand and make it clear to all that your passion is you and you are your passion. Yes, its this kind of candor, determination, and discipline that will allow you to find your place in your greatness. You can be your beam of light in a dark place carrying yourself through things impossible. Then you can find balance where work is play and play is play. There will be joy in all that you do. Keep in mind though that there will always be a need to fend off tormentors, detractors, and distractors. But, if you remain focused peace and fulfillment will serve you the very best dishes and feed your soul.
I hope your enjoyed and welcome all comments…
(I asked for topics a few weeks back so that I can get back on track with my blog and this topic was one given by Jessy Guevara. Thanks for the topic Jessy!)
I found a place in existence that rests between here and there.
It’s a subtle place dusted and painted with grey, orange, and blue.
Its a place that is ever present,
But can only be seen at a distance, clearly visibly but yet intangible.
It pleases me and provides release and reflection.
It holds my souls eye captive and my imagination hostage.
I’m transformed by its willingness to invade my appreciation.
I can feel its serenity as a continuous stream of peace and tranquility.
It touches me from afar in the most intimate of ways.
Its strength immerses itself into the depths of my heart and mind,
And I graciously and willingly grant permission.
This place ever so gracefully changes before my eyes,
As a continuous stream of wonder serenity and joy.
I willingly yield my worries to it and hasten to deliver my stress at its alter.
I dare not look away!
Being captivated and captured over and over by both the detail, abstract, and cadence,
Its searches my soul making and planting eternal promises that delight me.
This place screams at me with its soft voice shoving my will into places of joy.
I am enticed by its depth and kind offering of all things good.
Now suspended and entranced, hope and desire fills all vacant places in my soul.
Thank you, thank you, thank you!
Join me when you can, I’ll be here for a while…
You have to appreciate real friendship. Check out this clip…
Baby Girl and Am-Am… I love them so much!
So normally I do not post about professional sports on this blog but on this rare occasion I will… I am a suffering Dolphin fan and have been since the beginning of time itself. Yes, all the way back from the Big Bang or Creation (which ever you choose to believe). And as a suffering fan each and every year we seem to get excited about a the prospects of our team only to be disappointed once the season starts. Well this year is no different. I still find myself on the edge of my seat each game, praying and trying to will a Fins victory.
I was asked today why I don’t just pick another team? I looked at this person as I have in the past in amazement that they would even consider this an option at all. I’m actually shocked that is even in the deck of cards as an option to be played. Like many suffering DolFans we simply cannot fathom the thought of jumping ship. Now yes, there are a rare few that don’t have green and orange coursing through their veins, but they aren’t real fans anyway (sell outs). Today I wore my colors because I screamed at the TV on Sunday and the Fins heard me. After a complete shut out for 3 quarters, the Fins found a way to pull off two TD’s in the final five minutes of the final quarter to take the lead and win. Yay Fins!!!
Now there is no deep meaning that I plan to extract or some novel phylisophical revelation ready to drop and shatter your concept of reality. No, there is only that I, a suffering DolFan is feeling pretty good our comeback win and a 5 game winning streak. So there, I said it!
Lets go Dolphins!!!
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Her presence invokes all that’s good in me, therefore I am bound to set a ripe example.
Her existence makes me smile in the most torrent of situations.
When my focus is coupled with moods intense, Her embrace ushers calm.
I treasure Her like sight.
Because of Her, my vision is purpose and clear with certainty.
My reasoning is filtered pure by Her passion and compassion for the good in life.
I will deny Her no good thing.
I Love Her…
Not allot of words require….
I LOVE MY DAD (POPS)!!!
At times one needs to release desire without restriction in order to…
At times conquest is therapeutic and in the end you can mount up and say to yourself, “yeah, I did that”!
As soon as I think that I have me figured out, I show myself yet another part of me and realize that my journey is still in its infancy. I’m not always easy to understand although most believe they know me. I often wonder who I am to others. How do they see me? What would it be like to see me through their eyes? What if I could just snap a pic and capture me in a single frame? Could I then see sit down and study each pixel looking for signs and scenes, now and thens, strengths and weaknesses, lights and darks, rises and falls, losses and victories, love and disdain, pain and joy, illness and healing, failure and recovery, friend and foe, etc…
I took a pic and realized that I’m going to need many more lifetimes to truly see and understand me. So, what do you see❓
Sometimes you just gotta do what you’ve gotta do! For me it’s taking a few days of my personal leave to focus on administrative deliverables. Folks always think they want to grow and to succeed. They feel in their hearts that they should be in a position of influence and authority. Oftentimes this is only words that seem to sink into the abiss of inaction. This is what my first day of vacation looks like…
For those who have achieved any level of success, you already know all too well that you have to be prepared to “invest” what and when many simply aren’t willing to invest. You see, spending time and investing time aren’t the same thing. One is gone and often doesn’t have a tangeable or risidual benefit (spending time). When you “invest” time, it’s done with care and consideration always weighing the risks against the potential earnings.
These are strategic decisions and not whimsical. They are based on foresight and forethought, imbedded in experience, and emerged in purpose. For me, there are still yet soooooooo much to accomplish and I’m still passionately eager to cease opportunities to build my dynasty….
I love fried rice…
Plain rice is ok and there are times when it’s all you have. But I love rice with a little pizzas! So here you have brown and black rice seasoned well with fresh herbs, garlic, some habanero peppers (I like it spicy), and spices tossed with fresh shredded carrots, green onions, chopped sweet onions, fresh garlic, along with green, orange, and red bell peppers. Mmmmmmm…. So delish!
But you know such is my life… It’s full of diversities, complexities, simplicities, and a multitude of differences. It’s colorful and I love color. It’s good to my palet and flavorfully impacts all my senses. My life isn’t just a meal it’s an entire experiences shaped in the ambiance of tolerance, friendship, and love. You see it’s a good life because it’s purposely designed to be so by my every , thought, desire, and most importantly, my decisions. I wanna taste this life in all its wonderous change and experience. I’m purposed to uncover all the possible joys to be taken, eaten, and enjoyed as nourishment for my growth.
Guess what, I wanna take all of you along with me… Wanna go? Wanna indulge? Wanna taste, touch, smell, and see? I promise that you won’t be disappointed and dull moments will be rare.
Meet me at the top of the rainbow… I’ll be there lightly packed and ready to depart.
So was gonna write something super clever, but for her no words can be adequately descriptive. So basically today I stopped by to drop off a few things and she was in super great spirits with her super cute yellow dress. What you cant see is the super cute yellow flower bow holding her pony tail.
Mama, I love you soooo much!! You’ve done so much, live through so much, helped so many, prayed continuously, supported without ceasing, challenged us allot, listened with attentive ears, and did I mention that you love so many.
You are the most amazing woman I know… Muah!
What a beautiful time… It’s the morning of day 3 with BBG and we are having a blast. So much done and so much yet to do. Many memories & moments created and to be created. It’s a nice day. Sitting on the rear of the ship looking at that big blue, the bubble trails and wake left from a path still being carved. Fellow cruisers eating breakfast and chatting about times then, now and tomorrow. She sits with her back to the sun a big brimmed hat blocking the sun while focusing intently on the task at hand. She is transferring very vital photos from her iPhone to her laptop, grouping the photos by event. She is stunning. A gift from my loins to myself. Ok, yes, God had something to do with it as well…. (Chuckle)
Back to the big blue…. It’s vastness creates a kind of volnerability and realization of scale that provokes thought into the spiritual. It raises my minds eye to a sharp razor edged pinpoint aimed at a clashing of both thought and reality. These worlds are seldom this close much less intermingled like cold fresh soft ice cream swirls… It’s reality itself is melting into a new form of reality. It’s a artwork now framed, it’s a gymnast sticking a landing after the most complex routine, it’s the big fish that didn’t get away and you got it all on your GoPro, it’s the birth of a spiritual child.
I am amazed and humbled, empowered and dazzled. I think I’m living… Really living. Not the day to day routine. Not the morning regiment to prepare for a day’s work, not the regular and predictable greetings among work colleagues or the traffic on the way to work, not the clock countdown awaiting the end of a shift or the rediculous commute home, not the eventual hugs and greetings from awaiting family, nor the preparation for dinner, the evening cadence, or late conversation while preparing for yet another night’s sleep. No, this is different. This is an awakening that only the divine revalation of self existence and the meaningful realization of how meaningless and meaningful we all are in the grand scheme of things. This is a mouth and nostril full of salty ocean water, it’s banging your knee while sliding your chair under an office table, it’s catching yourself by snatching your head up while falling asleep in church. This is the feeling in your stomach when looking over the edge of a tall building. This makes your heart race, your mind aware, your eyes stretch, pupils focuss, hair raise on your arms, and heightens all senses for what’s next.
Having gone through this wormhole from the mondain into the radical causes a sense of enlightened and heightened purpose… What should be next and what am I to do about it? Why do I feel so responsible?