I love silence …
As… The ingredients
give birth to
And it to purpose
in turn giving birth to action…
which yields an eternal measure of satisfaction …
This is dripping with Mother Nature.
This picture sums up the week I spent on the Big Island.
Awe inspiring; breathtaking, invigorating and reflective are some of the adjectives that come to mind.
In retrospect, I was lost but was able to find myself here, but up to this point I was shamefully oblivious to the fact that I’ve been wasting my time. As Hawaii was quick to show herself as an environment that is purely conducive to a being the writer that I’ve been suppressing for longer than I care to admit.
Sometimes it takes a proverbial kick in the pants to reorient yourself back to the things that are truly important, being cognizant of what gives you JOY, rather than doing something that takes JOY from you.
Realizing that I was wasting my time was one thing, but knowing the necessary steps to employ in regaining the steering wheel of my life was another…
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Unfortunately, I am not as young as I used to be, but I am as young as I often lie about being.
With that being said, I have no qualms about getting older as it is better than the alternative, of slow decomposition or inhabiting a decorative urn in the form of ashes.
With each passing day of accumulated wisdom, I have come to the realization that this uber-connected world that I make my living in is an extremely toxic environment, I find myself needing deeper excursions into the loving embrace of Mother Nature for the purpose of loosening the tentacles that dull the sense of inner peace that I feel when I’m with her.
I have always had this amorous relationship with water… The sound, the scent of it seemingly washes away whatever is burdening me and often it becomes an act of sheer willpower to peel myself away.
Mother Nature undoubtedly is a drug, but unlike all drugs… Can you overdose off of solace? If so, I wouldn’t mind being the first.
How often do we permit ourselves that time that we truly need to wrap ourselves around this journey we often mislabel as life?
Our time on this planet is temporary, but our ability to leave something lasting; something eternal that precedes our time here is often lost on many of us. During this journey of mine I have born witness to many efforts to reorient myself towards this realization, only to fall short of the goal.
Over the past couple of years, I have discovered a respite, a fountain of sorts that enables me to shed the plaque that I often pick up during my “journey”. I have learned that water is not only good for flushing toxins out of the body, it also has those very same properties to flush those same toxins out of your mind…
I have written previously about this connection, this magnetism that I have…
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When life ceases to make sense and routines threaten to drive a wedge between me and sanity, there are few courses of action.
When I was young, the frustrations of what I felt was out of my realm of control would often lead to tears of frustration and anger. As an adult, I’ve learned to embrace my journey with life and time, sometimes doing it begrudgingly. I’ve learned that “control” is the biggest fallacy known to man.
Control is a cruel illusion, the only thing that we have control over is how we accept the obstacles that are strewn in our path. The other element that we solely have control is enjoying this journey of life and time that we have been provided, as it is a fleeting and fragile thing. I’ve found that freeing myself from the pollution of routine that is the hustle and bustle of our daily…
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One could be lulled by the beauty in this picture, but Herring Run in Baltimore, Md has been designated by The Maryland Department of the Environment has as an impaired tributary, due to the elevated amounts of fecal coliform bacteria found in it.