If we don’t hop out of the nest, how do we know what’s out there waiting for us?
Get up. Get out. Discover. Fly!
If we don’t hop out of the nest, how do we know what’s out there waiting for us?
Get up. Get out. Discover. Fly!
Let’s all make Mother Earth proud and get out and March!
Fearsome is ready.
Or given the march…
Whatever Fearsome decides to wear doesn’t matter because Science is real. Even according to a certain book with parables from some 2000 years ago, humans are directed to be a Shepard, good Shepards, of the home given us. We must take care our blessings and not exploit those blessings. We all live here. We all must share. Let us be good stewards of the gifts we have received that we may share them with each other and most of all …those yet to come.
Stand up, speak out, do good and do right.
Happy 420 y’all!
420? Light up time. Mary Jane. Cannabis. Marijuana.
Now I ain’t smoke no Mary Jane in well over 5 years. When I got meeself sober, I got sober. I wasn’t really into the gonja later in my years of partaking mind altering substances any way. I preferred the booze. I did smoke pleanty of weed though. First time I smoked was at age 13 at a Doobie Brothers concert. I shit you not. In my twenties I smoked most every day. Only in the evenings though as I had work to get done during the days. Later on in my forties I lost interest in the stuff as it pretty much only made me paranoid by that point, so it lost its lure.
Nowadays it’s being legalized left and right. My home state just legalized it in November. I actually voted to legalize it even though I’m a sober dude. My view is that marijuana being illegal only creates more crime, unnecessary crime. Legalize it, regulate it and tax it.
Now about that first Doobie and those incredible artist who I remember from that very first concert….
Needless to say this is a much tamer crowd than that night of my puberty. However the talent of the artists shines through in this live version of a Doobie Brothers classic.
Smoke ’em if you got ’em!
Spring is in full sprung right in my very own back yard!
This tree is native to Mexico and is very drought tolerant making it an excellent landscape tree for Southern California. It has a contorted sculptural growth habit giving it visual interest in the dormant season then bursts into blossom while still leafless giving it the common name of Naked Coral Tree. All other Coral Trees bloom in full foliage.
The hummingbirds are quite territorial and often have spats on and around this particular tree at this time of year. There were several creating chaos with me as I tried to snap a photo. They apparently love it’s nectar as they can often be seen inserting their beaks into the long tubular flowers. This tree blooms from late February into early May, at which time foliage will rapidly replace the flowers almost overnight.
Spring is renewal. Spring is life. Spring is resurrection. Spring is growth. Spring is a new beginning. Spring is fresh. Spring is exciting. Spring is gratifying. Spring is a blessing. Spring is hope.
What spring do you see outside your window at this very moment?
One of the rarest occurances in baseball hitting for the cycle. Hitting for the cycle is simply one player hitting a single, a double, a triple and a home run all in one game. Hitting for the cycle has only occurred 307 times in the history of Major Legue baseball since the first recorded in 1882. A feat more rare than a cycle is a no hitter. A no hitter is a pitcher completing a full 9 innings without the opposing team achieving a single hit which has only occurred 289 times in MLB history. The perfect game (no hitter ever even reaches a base) has only been achieved 23 times in MLB history with the rarest occurance being hitting for the cycle in perfect order only happening 14 times.
This happened Tuesday:
Wil Myers landed The Padres their second cycle in Padres history. He hit a single, a double, a home run and finally, at his 8th inning fourth at bat, a triple. The triple is that hardest one out of the four to get.
I love baseball. I love the ability for a player to have a fresh start each and every time a bat is picked up.
The cycle is quite the achievement. Think about it. In most games a player only gets 4 at bats or 5 tops. Many games a player will have not even achieve one hit in a game much less four. Consider that in 140 years of Major Legue baseball more than 210,000 games have been played with at least 9 hitters (more than 1,890,00 total) getting an average of 4 at bats…that’s more than 7,560,000 at bats.
Congratulations Wil Myers on cycle #308.
Baseball truly is a field of dreams. One must dream the dream first and then it will come. It will.
There is no mistake that Dolly is one of my many angels.
I’ve known this since that time I first ever remember hearing her voice come from the lone single rear speaker of that AM radio in the back of my mother’s white 1967 Buick as dad drove us through darkness along the back roads of Tennessee. That night we were en-route to visit mom’s family out in cotton country along the mighty Mississippi.
Dolly was singing her ‘Jolene’ that long dark night. I can remember the warmth, care and love in her voice as if it were yesterday. I’ve loved her ever since. I know to my core she loves me too. That’s just Dolly. She is pure love.
Dolly Parton, Peace Train.
Retaliatory bombing is not good…
Hate cannot destroy hate, only love can do that.
War is not the answer…
Darkness cannot end darkness only light can do that.
I believe in peace. I believe in love. I believe in better. I believe in diplomacy. I believe in discussion. I believe in enlightenment. I believe in education. I believe in understanding. I believe in working together.
In times like these it never hurts to let your voice be heard for what you believe in.
Contact your senators HERE.
Find your congressional representative by clicking THIS.
Your governor can be found at this LINK.
One call or e-mail may not seem like much. One call, one e-mail and one vote is all that is needed to make a difference, to tip the balance, to instill motivation, to change the outcome.
Silence is Complicit.
Woke up with a bit o’ Evelyn thumping in me head.
So this happened…
I’m passing through TSA, something I do about once a month, and I’m stopped and asked “Sir, is your Beard for religious reasons?” It’s very early in the morning and I am am in a hurry and my focus is getting through to grab a snack in the United Club Lounge prior to lining up at the gate. What the TSA agent said to me in my Known Traveler TSA Pre-Check express line didn’t register at the moment and I quickly blurted out “No, it is not” to which the agent replied “Ok” and let me pass on through.
It wasn’t until much later when I replayed the exchange in my mind that I realized what had actually happened. What if my answer was yes? I mean Fearsome is a rather large fellow. He stands out, really stands out. And so what if Fearsome is a Beard of religious reasons? He is an American citizen and last I checked these United States are a land with freedom of, and from, religion. Was I being profiled for having a Beard and possibly for having a religion? Is it a TSA agent’s business why Fearsome adorns my face or what religion I do, or do not, follow?
Quiet Beard Fearsome is of recent. I’ve been busy (no excuse) and haven’t allowed Fearsome any time to think. He’s a bit miffed at me.
Tuesday we flew to the east coast in order to attend one of my Real Estate seminars in Richmond Virginia. Friday we rented a Hyudia Elantra and drove ourselves through blinding rain to the old home stomping grounds of Roanoke.
Aboard the friendly skies of United to Richmond via Newark the handy dandy iPad Pro entertainment system treated us to two notable flicks. The first feature is a classic that I had missed along the way. Pedro Almodovar’s Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown …
What took me so long to see this film? Needless to say Fearsome loved it! I’m going to follow up by purchasing it. Entertaining, campy, hilarious, fast paced, twisted, visually gratifying and memorable are just a few of the adjectives that pop into my head. It is highly recommended by both of us and therefore gets two mustache tips up.
Tip: if renting from iTunes it will default to the dubbed version. The dubbing is terrible. It at least allows one to hear the priceless lines in ones own native English… if English is ones native tongue. After which both of us highly reccomend re-watching with its original Spanish soundtrack which one can choose in the iTunes menu and also choose the subtitles in several convenient languages. Fabulous! Period.
Feature number two? You ask? A heartwarming documentary by the name of Chicken People.
Quirky, funny, interesting, endearing and enlightening come to mind. The human experience is an facinating adventure. Learning about interests other than my own through such an entertaining film as this little gem is a treasure. I simply adore being eccentric and therefore love other’s eccentricities.
You guessed it right if you predicted another two mustache tips up on this highly reccomended flick.
Yesterday sucked ’cause I made a mistake. My mistake was I didn’t count my blessings. I couldn’t see the forest for the damn trees.
Today will be different. It starts with choice. It starts with attitude. It starts with perspective. I get to choose my perspective and my attitude.
Today I choose to see the forest. May your day be the best as well.
Living it gets busy. Living it is interesting. Living it is stressful. Living it is joyous. Living it is beauty. Living it is ugly. Living it is bliss. Living it is amazing. Living it is a gift. Living it is work. Living it is love. Living it is a protest. Living it shares. Living it takes. Living it gives. Living it is tiresome. Living it invigorates. Living it supports. Living it teaches. Living it disappoints. Living it excites. Living it is understanding. Living it is respect.
We can make life what we want. The only thing in life we can truly change is how we see things, how we react and how we choose to run with it.
I choose beauty. I choose love.
Do you see the serpent?
In the many travels I’ve been blessed with in this lifetime, I’ve visited Chichen Itza twice. The first time was back in the days when one could climb the pyramid, which I did. The second trip into that dense jungle was on a spring equinox during which I observed the brief appearance of the serpent. The serpent only appears twice a year to mark each equinox which signals either planting or harvest. Like most civilizations, both are celebrations for the Maya.
The pyramid, officially known as the Temple of Kukulcan, is a wonder of construction, precision and magnificence. One can precisely tell the time and day of the year simply by the position of the sun and the shadows upon it.
I love Mexico.
Decency: noun /di-sen-si/ behavior that is good, moral and acceptable in society.
I believe in living a good, decent and moral life. I believe in leaving behind better than I found when I leave, not only any place I go but also this life and this planet when I leave. I believe in doing good. I believe in truth, honesty and integrity. I believe in respect. I believe in kindness. I believe in sharing. I believe in caring. I believe in humility. I believe in love. I believe in helping. I believe ecology. I believe in character. I believe in education. I believe in equality. I believe in humanity. I believe in oneness. I believe in decency.
What do you believe in?
This is getting old, really old.
Get a little better, get a little worse, get a little better, get a little worse. Fuck this hurts!
Look here… I prefer life on the sunny side. I am very blessed with every aspect of my life. Blessed I’m telling you. I focus on the blessings. I feel gratitude. More and more wonderful things come my way. The more I focus on good, the more good I get.
Why the hell do I want to write this down? Why do I admit pain?
Once in a while we all must take a moment, acknowledge the less than perfect aspects and then get on with moving on.
My shoulders both hurt dammit. Both.
The left post surgical is getting better little by little and is mostly just sore with challenging movements it hasn’t yet mastered since surgery. Expected slow post surgical recovery sensations.
The right, and formerly good, shoulder is driving me batshit crazy. Damn it hurts. The impingement burns and feels like a ripped open gaping wound. Reaching for anything is agony and don’t even think about turning it.
When both shoulders act out at the same time it can be defeating, debilitating.
Today is not a good day…however…I will focus on healing and tomorrow being better. I will get better in time. This, too, shall pass. I’m a healthy guy. I’m blessed with good health insurance. I’m blessed with a positive outlook. I’m blessed with love and support. I’m blessed with the ability to recover from life’s little bumps. This is just a little bump.
Setbacks? They are just setups for life’s greatest comebacks!
Watch out life, here I come!
I go to meetings. I rather enjoy my meetings and am quite active in my 12 step program. My sobriety is very important to me, for it not only saved my life but also gave me back my life.
I hear a lot of good wisdom in meetings. Yesterday I heard this prayer, a prayer that I feel is worth sharing.
“Dear God, may others treat me tomorrow as I treat others today. Amen.”
A prayer I pray at this very moment. A prayer I may choose to pray daily.
This Beard doesn’t quite believe that a bearded dude in a robe, possibly named Moses or somethingarother, went up some mountain only to return with stone tablets etched with commandments from a deity. Possible? Most likely not. But possibly plausible? Well yes anything is possible in the realm of the universe, stranger things have happened. But we aren’t here to debate whether this feat actually happened.
Anyahoo… them thar commandments themselves are, mostly, pretty good little suggestions for living a rather peaceful life. I mean who really has peace after committing murder?
It sure is is nice, too, when the persons who most often espouse these commandment thingys in others faces actually follow them in their own lives. I mean honestly, pun intended, if one is going to tell me to follow such suggestions, shouldn’t one be applying them in ones own life first? Morality is something one should practice before one preaches …is it not?
Then there is number 9. Number 9 is a good one. Number 9 states “Thou shall not bear false witness”.
For certain individuals who may be confused let me explain what those words mean in simpler terms: Don’t Lie.
Cake … Short Skirt, Long Jacket
May we appreciate our similarities while respecting our differences.
We each have our own take.
Be kind. Understand. Accept. Appreciate. Love.
I am learning that restraint is a virtue. I don’t always remember it is, but through repetition and practice I’m getting better.
Some synonyms of restraint are: moderation, prudence, self-control, judiciousness and discipline. I find these all to be good character qualities.
Today I contemplate restraint of pen and tongue. Today I practice pause, thought and choice. I must remember words are things. Words have power. Words should be chosen carefully.
Today I find that a familiar tune from the past is ringing in my ears. A year ago who would have ever thunk that this fabulous Jimmy Somerville diddy would suddenly become relevant.
Well Juanita it has.
This musical inspiration has suddenly become relevant again. It is a tune of inspiration out of oppression. Thus we are getting it down from the shelf, dusting it off and shaking our cute little tushy about the house. We are warming ourself up to get up, get out and stand up. Stand up for honest human values.
You go Jimmy. Get us up, get us going!
Don’t ever let us forget.
Read My Lips
Jimmy Somerville 1990
When one of us is oppressed we are all oppressed.
We’ve stood up for what was right before …and Juanita we ain’t forgot how!
Enough is enough is enough is enough.