Lord help me…

All kinds of feelings and emotions… y’all pray for me! Riding with BabyGirl back to University in her new car. She got her operators yesterday. 😳🤪😳🤪

So yeah… I’m super nervous and super protective.

Christmas In January

Christmas in January is when BabyGirl comes home from University and a grown ass man wakes up, anxiously open his bedroom door and sprint in his socks across tile slipping along the way to barge into her bedroom, dive in her bed next to her and give her the longest, tightest, good morning hug EVER!!!

Yeah… that’s my current situation and I love it. Gonna head out to day for some FDQT (Father-Daughter Quality Time) and all kinds of silliness and shenanigans. There will likely be a lot more hugs throughout the day and several forehead kisses. Just so you know it’s been said that a forehead kiss is the highest form of adoration. It means that I care for you and will always be there for you.

So what’s first on the agenda for the day…. Einstein Bagels!!! One of our hot spots when we hang out. And then is on to the next adventure of the day. More to come y’all, stay tuned!!!

WAKE UP BBG!!!

My BabyGirl…

My Baby Girl ready for her very first day in school 13 very short years ago…

The most beautiful of creation indeed! Tears… lots of tears. She will be going off to University in just a few days. How will I be able to breathe?

A Gift to Myself

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

“Sweet-Manaetuh Pies”

So yesterday afternoon I walked BabyGirl through making homemade from scratch Sweet Potato Pies (Sweet-Manaetuh Pies as I call them)… 

This is the way my Grandma Nita showed me years ago. I’ve now passed this down to both my children. There isn’t an exact recipie though so don’t even ask…


Oh my Oh my, soooooo good! 

Her… 

Her….

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

Inspirationaly Conflicted

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? 

Hmmm…