words offer hope

hope fills dreams

dreams pacify spirits

spirits soothes hearts

hearts weigh life

life spins cycles

and so on... 




   “...charcuterie board”



 “...Sunday, Bloody Sunday.



The very best we are is when we meet life on our terms. The great compromise lies in the reality that the universe only occasionally aligns with what we want, the rest of the time we are called to adapt. It’s acceptance of this dynamic where peace flourishes. That sense of contentment is often referred to as happiness. Words are the tools for expressing this existence, and sewing together a story representing our place within this ultimate spectrum is the reality of living. Many things can alter how we feel, but nothing can define who we are except the capacity to express that story. 


  “Doing the Right Thing...” 


Hidden within every decision we make exists the best choice. It’s not always  Right or Wrong , but far too often it’s simply a measure of the best of what’s right, or the worst of what’s wrong. Most of the time the consequences of this decision don’t represent immediate benefits or peril. The fact that very little appears to be on the line for a particular everyday decision feeds complacency in the identification of what’s truly critical and what’s not. It’s the aggregate of thousands of apparently sanguine decisions for which we arrive at shocked and astounded. 



   “...Flounder Cocktail”



   “...purple hull peas & fresh bacon”



Living a full life requires awareness of ones existence. Joy doesn’t wear a sign for our convenience. Happiness is an unmarked path, not the destination at its end. The cycle of complacency steers our focus away from our ability to be present and aware. What lives outside this very moment only pales to the prevalence of now. Stop living off of rumors of what if, and take your shot at seeing the universe around you. It’s oh so temporary in context to its vast total. The only true understanding you’ll ever know is the one you build with your reality...




  “we feel, yet we don’t understand why...” 



The story of life is widely misrepresented by the myths and legends permeating our short period of existence with the capacity to express what that means. A hundred years of progress feels like all of time memorial. A generation connects with what they view as their privilege, and dismisses the acknowledgement of the past as the precursor to today. The challenges of tomorrow lie dormant in the vision of today. We fail to imagine what lives in the future, if we bask within the jaded accomplishments of the past. You can’t see tomorrow, if you don’t recognize today...



   “...we live as though”




The future of life for this planet comes with the acknowledgement of its ties to the abundance of the universe absent from the exploitation of the precious scarcity we focus on. Carbon and water provide the life we know, with all of its written history. Nuclear fusion is the gateway to life’s extension beyond our moral inabilities with practices such as greed and power. Reckless profitability has corrupted our ability to perceive the best path for sustainability of everything. Instead we promote justice and a symbolic righteousness for building fear is much easier than creating understanding. 


     “...birthday cake”

   “...birthday cake”



Ever think about why numbing the mind is so popular? Life is so fucking everything except easy, that we are consumed in subjugating its presence with a more appealing alternative to the reality we have to face. This has been building from the dawn of the written word, and the stories that lead to the advent of concepts such as religion. We are drawn to the type of fantasy that relieves the anxiety of the finality of life, and the unknown of anything beyond death. Every layer of technological advancement, jacks the boundaries for our capacity to create this fantasy alternative. Today, the ability to create content is exponential to just a half a century ago. Smartphones possess the ability to produce, edit, and distribute feature length and quality shows. The youth of the modern world spend countless hours, starting at insanely early ages, engaged in the art of distraction. What happens to the state of the future self, if so much is available to ignore the calling from within? Will we just pretend to live underneath this shell of a reality, painted with the imaginary details of a relevant distraction...

What is falling to the way side in all of this is the relative social concept of how we became the dominant species of this planet. Our ability to communicate face to face in small communal groups, linked to one another by social strands into cities and regions. Not the isolationist shitstorm sweeping across the alt-right, but the anthropological connections forming us into bands of 125 or so members. This social capacity of our ancestors, propelled us out of the forrest and into the city. Maybe all of this is simply the evolution of our kind into the next development of this social trajectory. I totally get the convenience of the long distance access to the instant thoughts of others around the planet, hell most of those reading this are folks from all over, that I have no personal connection to. Yet, I don't circumvent the actual face to face relationships of my local friends with this platform of communication. There's an evolutionary purpose behind the 42 facial muscles and their ability to convey our thoughts and intentions. 

Oh, by the way, tomorrow is Valentine's Day...