“...how do you feel about squirrel and dumplings?” 


~Pat Sajak~


Contextually speaking, if we cherry pick our words to best suit their intended purpose, we can imply whatever the fuck we choose to.  



“...chicken shawarma deserves to be recognized”

Unsettled to the notion of sitting idly by, I dig for whatever exist within me, that I have yet to uncover. This replenishment program forces me to reach beyond today, while sifting through each moment as if it could become unexpectedly meaningful. The most gratifying aspect of any life is simply living it. There has to be a better future ahead, we already know this shit we’re doing now is not sustainable for another two hundred years. 


   “...My name is 'Roger the Shrubber”

 “...My name is 'Roger the Shrubber”

The Voice is on, and I find myself captivated by these stories within this process of the contest. There are people behind the lives displayed on the show. Swinging around your emotions the way they do, only to be rejected at some point. The essence of vulnerability.



  “...farm livin is the life for me” 

I had written this brilliant paragraph in this exact same space previously, only to have it come up missing from a shitty internet connection that didn’t actually save it before closing out the app.  



   “...hummus knows the way”

I’ve let this script run over its timeline, and now have several days worth of notations here. There’s no actual schedule for anything showing up here anyway. This has to ebb and flow with the proverbial tide. There are plenty of occasions where something swells up within, begging to be written down, and I look up to find I’m nowhere near any means of transcribing my thoughts. Such is life? 🙄 





   “...guest shots from friends river cruise”


Today is the first tornado weather of the year for our area. Natural forces can be incredibly powerful and devastating at times. Predictably unpredictable, these tightly wrapped extreme rotations of air masses drop down out of the clouds to wreak their havoc on the surrounding areas. 




   “...building responsible adults”


This post has become so random at this point, I couldn’t help but to throw that last one in there😎  

Life is busy in all the right ways. Allergies in full bloom with the arrival of spring foliage. The dogwood trees are finally bearing their flowers, and everything with leaves are transforming from their winter listlessness to the splendor of the green beauty we enjoy the majority of the year.  



   “...meatballs from heaven”



My goal for today (it’s already Saturday, I started this piece on Tuesday) is to shake off the physical/mental distractions stemming from my allergies and focus on focusing again. Awareness of all that you can keep a thoughtful eye on combined with distraction free focus on points of emphasis within your life. Floundering around absent of purposeful direction is not a good fit for me. Identification of the correlation between health, body, mind, and spirit leads me to want a better quality of daily existence. Overall quality of life is more tied to this daily experience than the peaks and valleys prevalent in the social fabric surrounding me today. Media from all sources, over expresses the extremities of life, thus giving many people the false sense that their life may be lacking somehow. Ignoring the urge to compare one life to another, or focusing too much attention toward what’s missing. Avoiding distractions from the beauty each and every moment offers. Accepting how life fits within our perceptions is the key.