I’m not sure where to begin, but begin I must if a blog is to be written.
When was the last time you spent a quiet moment just doing nothing – just sitting and looking at the sea, or watching the wind blowing the tree limbs, or waves rippling on a pond, a flickering candle or children playing in the park? Ralph Marston This is my most recent mindset, rather my thought …
I’m lost again, and I’m tired of saying it. Seems to be my lot in life, certainly of late anyway. Something is missing, a piece of me, what could it be? It feels like it could be the ME in me. My soul or it’s cousin. The symptoms are there. I have low energy, very …
Here we go, a beer under my belt and I blather on All about Nothing. And nothing it is, I’m in Milestone’s and the junk on the TV blows me away. But I’m not here to critique the television content, instead I came to have another beer and attempt to write. Once again I’ve journaled …
I’m at a loss, again. Lost in life, no words come nor the energy to pull them forth. I feel depressed! Whether, or not, it’s the Weather I think it’s the weather. I hope it’s the weather anyway. SADS is still with me perhaps and it may be time to pull out ‘the light’. The …
Bad mood Thursday, I’m feeling particularly crusty today. Depression or SADs? I felt ok earlier, just tired, and cold. I think I’m coming down with something. I hope it’s not the dreaded ‘man flu’ that was rampant in the news the other day. Likely what put me over the edge was what generally does, the …
Just write they said, the words will come. Likely this is the same start to a post as one other I did a couple years ago. I may, or may not, look. Ok, OCD tendencies made ME look, here is the post….. Somehow my excursion out and about is not fitting in with the scheme …
While I have nothing for sale it seemed as if the title “Black Friday” was appropriate. Today is Friday and my mood is black. It began a couple days ago and I’d hoped to write before then however life, as it often does, got in the way. This afternoon I made the time. I came …
Once again I’m forced into recognizing my foibles, and likely foible is to tame a word. It refers to the emotional baggage I carry and feel unable to divest myself of. The baggage, the stress, of group gatherings. The Why I’m commenting on my disinclination to want or need personal get-togethers, family gatherings in particular. …
It’s our last day here, ‘here’ being Shuswap Provincial Park. I arose to a beautiful sunny day, took care of some business and made my morning coffee. Instant in this case as I’m out of ground. I gathered my stuff and stepped outside with my fresh cup of Joe. What did I encounter when I …