All are welcome here

I live only about 15 miles from the San Ysidro port of entry from Mexico into the U.S. I can actually see the hills of Tijuana from the window of my bedroom.

San Ysidro is said to be the busiest U.S. border crossing. This international connection between two North American countries enriches our lives greatly here in San Diego. Culturally and economically both San Diego and Tijuana, as well as both countries, prosper from our connection and relationship.

Migration through this port of entry is yet another benefit to all of us living and working in this region. Immigration is simply the backbone of the birth and growth of the United States. Cities like San Diego and Tijuana function in unison each benefitting the other. Immigrants support these regions and beyond into the heartland of our country.

All are welcome. Bring with you your culture. Bring with you your strong work ethic. Bring with you your desire for a better life. Bring with you your desire to belong. Bring with you your language, character, love and laughter.

I want you here with us. I am not the only one.

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Turtles all the way down

Challenge religion, broaden horizons, keep an open mind, believe in love.

Sturgill Simpson – Turtles all the way down-

I’ve seen Jesus play with flames in a lake of fire that I was standing in
Met the devil in Seattle and spent 9 months inside the lion’s den
Met Buddha yet another time and he showed me a glowing light within
But I swear that God is there every time I glare in the eyes of my best friend
Says my son it’s all been done and someday your gonna wake up old and gray
So go and try to have some fun showing warmth to everyone
You meet and greet and cheat along the way
There’s a gateway in our mind that leads somewhere out there beyond this plane
Where reptile aliens made of light cut you open and pull out all your pain
Tell me how you make illegal something that we all make in our brain
Some say you might go crazy but then again it might make you go sane
Every time I take a look inside inside that old and fabled book
I’m blinded and reminded of the pain caused by some old man in the sky
Marijuana, LSD, Psilocybin, and DMT
They all changed the way I see
But love’s the only thing that ever saved my life
So don’t waste your mind on nursery rhymes
Or fairy tales of blood and wine
It’s turtles all the way down the line
So to each their own til’ we go home
To other realms our souls must roam
To and through the myth that we all call space and time

The Beginning

I start today like I start every day and that is with a choice:

Should I play the same record over and over or should I change my world?

Growth comes through change.

Today is the beginning of the rest of my life. All I have to do to change the world is to start by changing my mind.

 

“The Beginning”

This is the beginning of the record you like
Over and over, over and over!
This is the beginning of the record you like
Over and over, over and over!Breaking up, fading out,
Holding on until tomorrow!
Shake it off, turn around,
Won’t be long, till is a brand new day!

[Chorus:]
This is the beginning, the beginning!
This is the beginning of the rest of your life!
This is the beginning, the beginning!
This is the beginning of the rest of your life!

You better get it – get it (get – get) get it – get it – right – right
That was then, this is now.
Here we go starting over

That was then, this is now,
Here we go starting over!
You decide, change your mind,
Miracles happen every day!

[Chorus:]
This is the beginning, the beginning!
This is the beginning of the rest of your life!
This is the beginning, the beginning!
This is the beginning of the rest of your life!

You better get it – get it (get – get) get it – get it – right – right
That was then, this is now.
Here we go starting over

Change the world, change your mind,
We defy space and time!
Change the world, change your mind,
We defy space and time!
Change the world, change your mind,
We defy space and time!

[Chorus:]
This is the beginning, the beginning!
This is the beginning of the rest of your life!
This is the beginning, the beginning!
This is the beginning of the rest of your life

 

Veterans Day 2018

The Music used in the attached video is from my childhood. I remember it playing at the swim club during summer as well as emanating from behind my older brother’s closed bedroom door. I always loved this tune.

My childhood was innocent. I thought people always landed on the moon. I come to find out later that the moonlanding I watched was the first ever. I thought Seasame Street and color televisions had always exhisted. Turns out that season of Seasame Street I was watching in 1969 was the very first season, and that color TV we had was the first my parents had ever owned.

I hated war. Vietnam reinforced that fact. The TV showed horrible scenes. I didn’t understand why people had to do such destructive things. It was wrong. I knew it was. Innocence tainted.

My uncle was in Vietnam. My father and another uncle served in the Korean era. My father’s uncles served in WWII and his father’s uncles in WWI. War stole innocence. War destroyed lives.

My brothers and I avoided the service. No war drafted us nor demanded our service.

Even though I hate war, I respect and I wish to honor those who serve. The serve their country. They serve their family, community, neighbors and each other. They didn’t start nor cause any war. Those who serve do so for a common good of service to something greater than themselves.

I am deeply grateful.

If you served, either in war or hopefully in peace, I thank you.

2557 Days

Seven years ago today I got sober.

My seven year chip

Thats 2557 days of uninterrupted reality.

I stay sober 1 day at a time. May tomorrow be just another one of those days.

You see I don’t drink like regular people. If I take a drink I have no idea where I will end up. Once one drink is in me, I go to the bitter end of fucked up drunkeness.

Therefore I choose to not drink at all. Life is better for me that way. Not everyone is like me, but I am.

Open Doors

”Listing Opportunity” the e-mail is titled

Another marketing spam my mind reacts

A closer observation before deletion reveals sincerity

The e-mail is opened and legit

In my work the listing is key

The key  to my future income and financial security

A response is sent with hope awakened

Anticipation mounts as an appointment to meet is made

Comparble homes are noted and pricing is set

Presentation prepared I properly dress

Upon arrival I stand before a home I might sell

A face of an owner waves me to the side door

Introductions made then a tour ensues

A large flowing floor-plan, a modern kitchen, luxurious baths

Views over the valley and to the ocean in the west

Expansive entertaining patio featuring gardens of beauty, privacy and tranquil

One million seven hundred ninety five thousand the asking price will be

Oh wait there’s another agent or two to interview

Feeling confident I am with the bond we made

Put off another day with more questions asked

Reassurances received from compliments conveyed

Seems they are busy and haven’t finalized decision

Another question, another compliment, yet a few more days

Tomorrow they will confirm with me my listing to be

The Dear John e-mail comes and my hopes fade

Two weeks of hope that my next paycheck will be are lost in a moment

That door open, that door closed

Another door will open as they always do

Which door will let me in I never know

Learning to accept and remain at peace is my goal

Gratitude that doors do open, enriches my soul

Someone to emulate

A good leader is someone who inspires, is honest & humble, has integrity, leads by example, uplifts and serves for betterment of community/humanity. In other words a good leader is someone with good character.

While reading the Washington post this morning I ran across this article about one of our best. It’s worth sharing.

WaPo article Sunday August 19, 2018 on Jimmy Carter

Jimmy Carter, thank you for your integrity, leadership and inspiration.

Constraint

Once upon a schoolday an English teacher said

“Poetry is an art, an art to be read”

She talked and talked more and more to convey her definition

All I heard were rules to achieve complicated rendition

Assignments were made to put pen to paper

With constraints on my mind every verse was a scraper

Today my expressions flow freely from my finger tips

I find writing is almost as easy as if it were crossing my lips

Rules have a place to make a Society most suitable

But freedom from limits allows articulation to become transmutable

Life’s second poem

A poet I’ve never been

Verse I’ve never written

Words I’ve never bent

Feelings never expressed

Meanings never explored

Yet my mind searches

Yet my mind wonders

Without training could I be?

Could I be?

Could I express feeling

Could I bend word, search meaning

Might I create

I might just communicate

 

Crestfallen

It had been a while

A while since we first met

The fun, smiles, laughter, excitement

Convivial companionship

The message came through

Yes, yes I remember!

A plan to meet

Anticipation builds, memories swirl

The time comes, the time passes

No message, no word

Connection missed

Was it a dream?

 

Welcome here

Have a beard? Welcome here.

Don’t have a beard? Welcome here.

Black? Brown? White? Colorful? Colorless? Any spectrum? Welcome here.

Religious? Non-believer? God? Buddha? Allah? Flying Spaghetti Monster? Satan? No one? Higher Power? Universe? Welcome here.

Citizen? Alien? Traveler? Migrant? Resident? Refugee? Welcome here.

Politcal? Apolitical? Independent? Party Affiliated? Non-Affiliated? Welcome here.

Female? Transgender? Male? Undecided? Welcome here.

Sexual? Asexual? Fetishist? Puritan? Curious? Hetero? Homo? Bi? Welcome here.

Lonely? Popular? Outcast? Poor? Rich? Disadvantaged? Advantaged? Welcome here.

Need help? Welcome here.

Helpful? Welcome here.

Tired? Welcome here.

Giving? Servant? Selfless? Welcome here.

Respectful? Welcome here.

Over commitment

I have stretched myself thin.

We moved my mother across country into our house with us three weeks ago. I then traveled to Florida to work on rental properties there. We moved my in-laws from Fresno into a condo we own just minutes from us yesterday. We just renovated that condo and also a town house we own for my Sister-in-law to move into. My work is very busy. We are submitting for permits to build onto our house. Mom has doctor appointments, the dogs have vet appointments, I have doctor appointments, I have a rash, both our godsons are graduating…

Are you getting the picture?

To top it all off I gave up what I I enjoy (blogging and reading blogs regularly) for a news obsession since the 2016 presidential election.

Me-thinks I need to pause, re-evaluate and reset my path for maximum enjoyment of the blessings that life has given me.

I will start by writing this post and by sharing this video by two of my favorite inspirational bearded kilt wearing coaches.

This Kilted Coaches Video reminds me to ask, act and focus toward things I wish to have and not toward those I do not.

I also wish to express my gratitude to you, my readers and fellow bloggers, for sticking with me even though I’ve drifted. I also want to thank you for helping shepard me back to blogging. Don’t hesitate to give me a nudge if I stray. 😉

Half Full

I’m a half full kinda guy.

Whats your leaning? Glass half full? Glass half empty?

Yesterday I was listening to an interview of Shawn Achor when I heard him say that it doesn’t really matter which angle you have on the subject, just as long as you know how to get what you need to fill your glass.

Chew on that one for a minute.

Cher has always been able to fill my glass.

Childhood defined

Growing up in the 1960’s & 70’s childhood is easily defined by top 40 hits we listened to on our AM transistor radios.

Often just the first few bars of a tune from the period I can tell you who I was with, where I was and even familiar scents of the season in the air.

In the spring of 1974, two years after my elementary school was integrated, I can remember Cheryl getting me into a Soul Train line during recess just outside of the cafeteria as we danced through the line to this familiar, and now cherished, tune. Springtime brought with it the familiar fragrances of newly cut grass mixed with the scent of the freshly fried foods emitting from the cafeteria.

Integrated schools? Yes I am a child of segregation. My hometown had white and black schools until 1972. I was young and I thought it wonderful to have my new friends. Friends who were excited to join us, had rhythm and loved to dance. We had a ball with these new friends.

To this day I still don’t truly understand why segregation happened and why integration was  so resisted. I’m grateful that during my young life that progressive values toward better living, acceptance and understanding cane to fruition. It’s our job to keep marching forward no matter what obstacles lie in our way.

Life’s changes

It’s 6:20 A.M. in San Diego. We, Fearsome and myself, just boarded United Flight 307 to Chicago. Our final destination is my hometown, Roanoke Va.

Life in our (The Better Half, Fearsome, 7 dogs and myself) San Diego home of more than 25 years will change dramatically at the end of this next week. We will be flying my mother back with me to her new home which is our home.

I’ll spend the week keeping Fearsome out of the moving boxes and suitcases as we pack up the final items left in my family home. Mom has lived in that house since 1957. Dad passed about 2.5 years ago and my oldest brother followed him a year later. The era of our core family in that house has passed and Mom is totally cool with that. It’s time for a new family to give it new life and it is time for Mom to head west to her final horizon.

Emotions will ebb and flow this week. Memories both happy and sad will surface. Laughter, tears, love, hope and gratitude will be shared.

Loss of voice

Distraction, stress, work, travel, change and worry get in my way of late. Get in my way of thought, expression, creativity and writing. Sometimes it’s hard to clear my head, focus and write. Therefore my posts of late have suffered and are frankly lacking. My reading, interaction and commenting of fellow bloggers is even more lacking.

But I must post. I must post even if it’s just a picture. I must I must I must.

Thanks for sticking with me. This too shall pass. Until then step 1.