Serendipity. She’s like a dear friend whom you assumed had forgotten you. In her mind, you’re but a fondness of memories, somewhat clouded by neglected anticipation and stoic regret. You’re a collection of unnamed influences on subconscious waves who happen to show themselves at the most aspicious times and help define a moment in a painted display of color that denotes your touch of eloquence. As if she just happened to, by dumb luck, breeze through your life’s path. Only I don’t think Serendipity just happens at all. No, she’s persuaded into action and planned for. She is spoken into existence. She is hoped for. Loved into being.

God, Karma, Sisters of Fate, Jesus Christ, Whatever Name you choose to attach to this phenomenon to attempt to define Serendipity, your efforts prove fruitless – She cannot be defined. You know her touch intimately however. She was there when you awoke in this life. She is at the heart of positivity and love. She rejects haughty aggression and flees the possible negative.

And I thought that she had left me for good, by the wayside without a hope. Until You came along and I saw your smile. I heard your laugh – the song from a familiar heart. I see it in your eyes.

Luck or God or Fate – whatever the name, she’s always been there and hopefully will be again. In that smile or that laugh or those eyes. I miss you, Misty.

 

It’s What You’ve Done to Me!

So, I have been a slacker! Haven’t blogged in a bit, as you know. I’ve been . . . well, I’ve been falling in love. And it is without a doubt the purest, sweetest, most exhilarating event that’s happened in many years. Really, ever. My last love relationship, eh, maybe she loved me. Maybe not. Doesn’t matter a bit to me now.

But, for my new love, a poem. Here goes one that’s titled “It’s What You’ve Done to Me

Lockstep with you, we walk the miles of our hearts,
You focus on my strength, I focus on your smile,
Dissecting our lives into wondrous parts,

Bound to each other’s laughs and fate, hearts bound all the while,

Because when destinies and fortunes intertwine,
And the Gods smile on you and me,

What’s mine is yours, what’s yours is mine,
And together we’ll always be.

The end! And of course I have either some setting wrong or WP is effed up again because the line breaks are wrong. It’s supposed to be two stanzas.

Anyway, just wanted to breeze through and drop a line. Take care, people! And my sincerest hope is either you’ve found what I have, or you do soon. Walk in light and take care!

Walk Circumspectly

Cultural differences. They are as infinite as the amount of nations on the earth. When it comes to culture, some things one might not even think of in one culture may be strictly taboo in another.

For instance, in India it is uncouth to show the soles of your feet. The feet are considered dirty and are to be kept hidden and on the ground. This is according to a few different websites on culture so I may have that off the mark a bit. But that’s the idea.

Also, apparently, in some cultures (this may just be in any culture and a part of female human nature), it is a slippery slope to compliment a woman. Especially when the compliment an obvious given. I recently was conversing with someone a world away culturally from my own. I complimented her from a picture of her I’d seen. This obviously didn’t go over well because she has not responded since. I’m not sure why. Maybe it was how I complimented her, or to the degree of my compliment.

At any rate, cultural difference is an oddity to me. May be because of the supposed melting pot of America that I live in. Heck, some cultures start wars over differences. “You show me your foot? I’ll show you my shovel with which I’ll dig your grave, you nerf herder!” Now, with the Star Wars herding reference, you can see how my sarcasm is a bit over the top.

All I’m saying, the next time you’re talking with someone from another land, take a small modicum of time maybe to find beforehand what makes them tick. And what ticks them off! You may get further without a resulting international incident.

Take care. And until my next installment . . .

New Contest Entry Site

In my quest to enter as many writing contests as possible, I found a site to do just this – Fan Story. For $9.99 you can join the site and enter as many of there contests you want, at two entries per day!

I wrote a story for one of the contests this morning and would like to share the story with you. It’s titled The Caterpillar. Here goes:

The caterpillar. This little fellow, for all purposes, pushes the boundaries of nature. They are larval forms of moths and butterflies, for those of you that don’t know. They are by far the most destructive bad asses of the natural world. They can consume so much — leaves of various plants — that were one caterpillar to hit on a tea leaf farm, it would consume so much caffeine, by default, that it would not only go clinically insane but could hike Appalachia in a week. Okay, now, that may be an imaginative stretch, but you get the idea. These wooly buggers can take down a thatch of bushes as a team and cap off some honeysuckles for dessert with no problems.

Now, I’ve never been a caterpillar, though a couple times tripping on LSD, I may have thought I was. But as an oddity of nature (in my mind anyway), maybe it is that the caterpillar has a choice — cocoon up and become a beautiful butterfly or stay on the ground feeding like a gluttonous hog. I wrote a poem about such an event many years ago called Harvest. It goes like this:

In a life’s harvest,
A caterpillar becomes
A butterfly maybe
Of its own accord.
Dispelling tangible fear
And apathetic complacency,
It wins its freedom.

Maybe this is its legacy, or one it would want to leave behind for the next generation. Maybe the caterpillar, like many forms of life, not only has a plan imprinted in its brain by God, but also maybe the caterpillar intuits life through each chewing step by some simplistic brand of emotion. Maybe it knows it will fly one day. Maybe it has its own doubts and that keeps the caterpillar grounded. Maybe flight isn’t a given.

Could be that such a decision to be totally vulnerable is the risk the caterpillar takes to jump into his momentous flying self. One quote from an author calling herself simply The Hippie, a thought on caterpillars, shows this risk. The quote from her memoir titled Snowflake Obsidian: Memoir of a Cutter, “The caterpillar turns to liquid before turning into a butterfly. Liquid. Thus, washing away any speck of his caterpillar self as he lies completely vulnerable to his environment in his chrysalis shell. One good solid gust of wind and the caterpillar’s boned.”

I like this quote because it calls on a biblical idea relating to “unforeseen occurrence”, which is touched on in the book of Ecclesiastes. Solomon wrote “I returned to see under the sun that the swift do not have the race, nor the mighty ones the battle, nor do the wise also have the food, nor do the understanding ones also have the riches, nor do even those having knowledge have the favor. Because time and unforeseen occurrence befall them all.” The idea that unforeseen occurrence happens lends to the fact that maybe not all are bound for greatness. Not all are meant to fly. I don’t think this means that some things are out of God’s hands, however. Another verse in the same book of Ecclesiastes says, “To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven”.

I can only conclude this writing by saying this statement: whether you choose to always remain a caterpillar or choose to fly on butterfly wings, do what you want to do. Not out of fear or complacency, but out of love. The love to be, to journey, to live a full life! If your journey ever leaves the ground, make certain it’s because you wanted to fly.

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That’s the story. Thanks for letting me share and for taking time out of your hectic Saturday schedule to read this!

As always, take care and walk in the loving light.

V Day, V Day, You and Me Day

Hello, y’all. Happy Valentine’s Day to you and your sweet honey sugar pie boo-boo kins! I mean that in the most heart-felt and sarcastically sweet way I know how. For real, if you have a true love, hold them tight and let them know how much they are loved. It’s really all we have, all we are, all that’s important, all that matters.

Not only is it Valentine’s Day, it is V Day. No, not the Victory Day when the Allies won WWII. But that’s a good thing, no less. No, I mean, V Day – a global movement to end violence against women.

Also, in six days, my birthday will crop up like a choking weed in a field of sunflowers! Yes, I will be __-seven years old and I’m not really looking forward to it. Although, they say men are like fine wine and get better with age. No matter how true that may be, we also get achier with age! Just so you know. When your partner wakes up and walks through the house cussing, they’re probably not cussing you. Chances are, they’re cussing their knees or back or shoulders from the morning aches!

A lot of men, I’m afraid, just don’t understand women. On a day like today, many men miss the mark almost completely, I think. So, for all men, I will tell you the secret to women. What do they want? What is it women really want? They want security. I know this for a fact. When I was in the mall the other day, I approached a lovely young woman and she immediately began to yell, “Security! Security!” Okay, that may a bad example.

At any rate, for my birthday, I request that the only present I want is that you give your time, money, or thought and prayers to a good charity like this one I’ve linked or to Breast Cancer Awareness.

I’m happy to report that my mother had her mammogram done last Monday and is now a full year cancer-free!

On that note, take care, y’all and walk in the light of Love and Kindness.

https://www.vday.org/

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New Year – New . . . You?

The new year is upon us. 2019! The Year of the Pig. Whaaaaat? Already? Not so long ago I was spending my days chasing the never-ending inevitable let-down – cocaine. But things change.

So, I resolve, after a long battle with my conscience, the cops, God, and a near death experience, to maintain my road of sobriety. Not only this, but also to maintain goodwill, good nature, and good composure in my interactions with strangers on the internet. This, I vow and resolve.

Happy New Year, one and all!

So, what are your new year’s resolutions?

The Dreaded Holidays

Well, the holidays are upon us. From myself to all of you, I hope you have a beautiful Christmas with fruition of all your wishes and a wonderful new year!

I could descend into the muck of dissension happening in Washington that will affect millions of families when government employees aren’t being paid through the holidays. Over the border wall which has been said by many in both parties – republican and democrat – that this structure won’t even make America’s border any safer whatsoever. I could, but I won’t. There’s much too much negative noise in the world already and this just isn’t the season. So much more important ideas and topics to focus on.

And, no matter who you pray to, or where we’re all going to end up one day, whether you believe in an immortal soul or not, this season is, more than anything, about hope. With that, I hope for you the best the season has to offer – family and friends, peace and love.

I’ll leave you with a cartoon I did years ago. I debated publishing it in this post but it will at least give you a chuckle.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to each and everyone of you!

Santa and the Three Wise Men

Hijacked – Latest Episode

I do hope my Mid-east friends and followers aren’t offended by Russ’s latest black-and-white adventure. I basically am trying to depict the power of one man wielding a straw. It is simply a cartoon but one, hopefully, that doesn’t shine a bad light on or propel generalizations of a sect of people. It’s meant for entertainment only.

Now that disclaimer’s out of the way, here’s the latest episode of Russ titled “Hijacked”.