More wise words from Owen (the Beleaguered Servant)
via It’s Always Them
More wise words from Owen (the Beleaguered Servant)
via It’s Always Them
An interesting, and informative article from Daniel Rattner, via Bridget, The happy Quitter. If you head back to Daniel’s original post there are some interesting pictures of Ilya.
I often babysit the neighbor’s kids or they babysit me -however you want to look at it and there is a lot I learned from watching babies, toddlers and yes, even teenagers.
I wondered if I am the only one who looks at it that way. Does not being a parent make me more of a pushover or perhaps more observant?
Yesterday, I found by accident an article that made me feel good and of course, I have to share my finding with all of you. Here you go:
To start, I’m not a parent. I opted into a commune-style Brooklyn home I found on Craigslist, and I live with a young couple and their two-year-old, Ilya.
I’ve now been living there for one year and I can confidently say it’s one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. Because in my time living with a kid, I’ve come to…
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Fellas, If your wife is a gun gal take heed!
Ladies, hearty laughs are allowed!
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A perfect description of why photography is so important to us. Not a selfie in sight, just a beautiful cross section of John’s life, and reason for being!
My interest in photography started with my first trip across the country. So much was new, so many places and sights I had never seen but for pictures. It was then that I started to understand the power of a photograph. I think back to reading National Geographic as a child and dreaming of all the places I could go, drawn in to the story with the images captured by those who had actually been there. The imagination of a child is a blessing we should nurture in youth, and desperately try to hold on to as adults for it brings forth a passion for all things simple and pure.
Something as simple as sitting in a diner that you have been to many times gives a feeling of comfort, a harmony with your past reflected on the page in color. Each pixel a small part of what your existence…
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Having found a few posts today that I thought I would share, perhaps today is just a day that I am open to being impressed; but impressed I am, not just by this poem, but by a lot of Owen’s work. See what you think, and, maybe, you may wish to read more of his fine work.
John David Ray, who was not born with that name, has a dream, and a great talent.
I would like you to share that because it is very worthwhile.
Do read this, and John’s other posts, I’m sure you will enjoy them.
As your bony fingers close around me
Long and spindly
Death becomes me
Heaven can you see what I see
Hey you pale and sickly child
You’re death and living reconciled
Been walking home a crooked mile
Paying debt to karma
You party for a living
What you take won’t kill you
But careful what you’re giving
There’s no time for hesitating
Pain is ready, pain is waiting
Primed to do it’s educating
Unwanted, uninvited kin
It creeps beneath your crawling skin
It lives without it lives within you
Feel the fever coming
You’re shaking and twitching
You can scratch all over
But that won’t stop you itching
Blame it on your karmic curse
Oh shame upon the universe
It knows its lines
It’s well rehearsed
It sucked you in, it dragged you down
To where there is no hallowed ground
Where holiness is never found
Paying debt to…
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The pet that poops breakfast has to be one of the best advertising slogans ever!
Roosters and chicken running amok are still pretty prevalent on Kauai. This is one of several that walk around our resort everyday, especially by the outdoor bar and grill, waiting for people to finish their meal. And crowing. Loudly. At any time of the day.
From what I know, Hurricane Iniki decimated the island back in 1992 and that’s when the chickens and roosters’ coops and hen houses were destroyed; chickens having been originally brought over for food and roosters for cock fighting. Now they are more feral than domesticated and if you’re not prepared for them running loose, it’s quite a sight and sound! But I also understand they keep the island’s bug population way down. I kind of enjoy them now and even have a rooster Christmas tree ornament from Kauai!
And here’s a little meme from Facebook that fits right in…
Thank you to David for the reminder that I have an excuse to partake of a wee dram tonight (not that an excuse is ever needed). A little reminder of who Rabbie is can be found here.
In this humble Alloway Farmhouse on 25th January 1759 Robert (Rabbie) Burns was born.
In a short life he was a prolific Writer and Poet, work that won him respect and a respect that is still honoured today the 25th January….Burns Night.
Burns Night…the night to respect the National Poet of Scotland, when Haggis, Tatties and Neaps are piped into the room to sound of Bagpipes, the centrepiece of many a Burns Night Dinner.
(C) David Oakes 2018
Sending this seasonal, succinct, second hand sentiment because it is far better than I could have put into words. Happy New Year!
“I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes.
Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re Doing Something.
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For those of you who have never heard of Cameron, have a look at his blog. It’s a story of determination, setbacks, more determination, and success.
Weird being back I must say.
It’s been a long long time.
I’m still yet to tell you all about my walk for charity, show you the pictures and tell you all about my blisters.
But before that, I thought I might just start by saying hello and apologising for not having been around for so long.
I’ve neglected the very people that had given me a welcome for so much of my weight loss adventure, and for that I am truly sorry.
It’s amazing really. To my mind nothing has changed in the past 18 months but that is because I have lived each day and don’t recognise the change, therefore it must be nigh on impossible to quantify the massive changes that have actually taken place.
During my blogging hiatus, I have been drunk and sober, happy and sad, lonely and content, busy and…
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