Day 161 and 162

A taste for the Atlantic The weather has finally turned beautiful once more.  Blue skies with mild temperatures that make one desire an iced tea and a comfortable hammock for a nice long nap.  We made the most of it and took the children to the beach for a little fun in the sun.  I was quite keen on the idea of trying out our newly acquired body boards, so we set out for the beach with both vehicles loaded to the brim.  The beach was teaming with folks.  Both clothed and somewhat less than clothed if you know what I mean.  ...

Day 158 through 160

Pre-history circa 1970 something. Well, it has been a few days again since my last post.  It seems to be the way of things these days and I can’t see it changing in the foreseeable future.  The never ending quest for internet connectivity is a hurdle we can’t seem to jump, and our busy schedule as tour guide keeps me away from mon ordinatuer portable.  That being said, there seems to be a pause in activity this evening, so I am going to seize the moment and write a few words.  In the past several days we have spent a fair bit...

Day 155, 156 and 157

Rain on my parade . . . learning to live with life’s BIG decisions Like a scene out of a movie, I have written these lines only to erase them and start again.  I have done this over a dozen times and still can’t seem to collect myself.  As a sweet diversion from the philosophical musings that have kept me prisoner over the past few weeks, I am going to keep this one on the lighter side with a simple description of our life over the past couple of days.  With family in town it is easy to fill your head with doubts and thoughts of...

Day 154

The square peg and the round hole:  a lesson in perspective. In life, perspective is everything.  Painting has taught me that.  So what is perspective?  It has a few meanings, however, in its simplest form it refers to one’s point of view.  In art, that is limited more to the visual spectrum, while in life it carries with it a broader meaning.  How we view things is quite colored by our experiences and prejudices.  We often times miss the big picture for all the details that we must attend to in life.  If...

Day 150 through 153

Three Little Words . . . I HATE YOU. Strange things, words are.  They are more dangerous than any weapon known to man.  They don’t have the capacity to take a life, but can make a man wish he was dead.  At the same time, they can just as easily heal all wounds.  Sometimes it is the simplest of phrase that cuts the deepest or a two word kindness that warms the soul.  Every language is full of them you see.  Subtle, yet powerful, phrases that carry with them the weight of the world.  We are all well familiar with...

Day 149

The Artist and The Alchemist:  Waking from a 30+ year slumber to find that All Things Converge into One. When does one call themselves an “artist”.  Is it when someone pays him for his works or is it that moment that he realized that this is what he is meant to do with his life regardless of payment?  I know now that I AM an “artist”.  Not in the narrow sense of painting or writing, but in global “meaning of life” way that having a religious awaking helps you finally realize.  That is correct, I said “religious awakening”. ...

Day 147 through 148

Back on Track with Random Thoughts Today’s entry will be a mélange of random occurances from life over the last week or two.  No big watershed events, just little unexpected pearls that life occasionally throws your way.  The first topic worth discussing are some of the exciting excentricies of our new home.  The most notable for me, being a man of tallish stature is the rather low doorway that leads from the living area to a back hallway.  This is of no concern to anyone else in our household as they all measure well under...

Day ? through ?

Love, Loss, and One Man’s Never-ending Search for Inspiration from the Dark Side of the Moon. I haven’t a clue what day it is, and to be honest, I am not sure it really matters.  We are slowly coming out of a prolonged period of radio darkness so to speak.  We have been without meaningful internet service for the better part of a week or so now and I am beginning to feel the effects.  I have been quite busy, so it has kept my mind off of my tremendous need for the therapy that this project provides.  Despite my wife’s heretofore...