Discover If You’re Thinking Or On Cruise Control!

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Up against a tree before being UP in the tree!

If you’re crusin’ then you’re loosin’! That’s one way to look at what happens if your grey matter is not fully engaged. So what’s going on up there when you’re just sitting, passively contemplating…nothing in particular? Have you ever noticed how your thoughts resemble popcorn? Thoughts jump randomly from one topic to another with no obvious connection. It may even seem like some sort of serendipitous place to be, as it rarely leads to the negative. How can that be known? Ahh…well personal experience of the writer is a great place to start.

Consider how many things you do on complete auto pilot? Are you thinking about your driving on your way to work, or shopping? How about the way you fry eggs, or toast bread? A good case can be made that the subconscious has taken over when you’re doing those things. That allows your thoughts to actually wander. The question is what happens Continue reading “Discover If You’re Thinking Or On Cruise Control!”

Do You Know Who You Are Or Just Think You Do?

How do you describe yourself? What words come to your mind when you hear that question? Alphabetical listings of  adjectives rush to your rescue as you discover it isn’t as easy as it might seem. Could it be knowing who you are is one of those things in your life that gets taken for granted? Let’s see where this goes.

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Describing who you are and what you do seem to get tangled up for most. There is quite a difference when taken into account what you do for a vocation or career, don’t tell the whole story. Working as an accountant, being an ace with numbers, may describe what you do but doesn’t mention the fact that you are a raving conservative. Maybe a contrast of words but there it is.

Seemingly a recluse at home is the hot shot salesman. Gambling at Las Vegas as an invited guest is the ordinary housewife, risking hundreds of thousands with little to back it up. Who is she? Housewife or gambler? Where might addict or deeply disturbed and dysfunctional fit in?

Tremendous amounts of time and money are spent in the effort to keep who we are well hidden for the most part, while creating this other persona we display on the outside for all to see as the “real” us. Notice the inclusive “us” as there is no hiding the fact as part of the human race “I” must include self.

The only difference is a lifetime has been spent in search of the who and what. Enough issues in younger years surfaced to the degree that facts could hardly be ignored as to not being normal. While others may have just acquiesced to thinking to the contrary in their lives, others were just not satisfied accepting things at face value. After all, were we not part of the “hippie” generation, where authority was questioned along with anything else that seemed to be too controlling?

Certain aspects of this search for the “who” could nearly be classified as obsessive, but only nearly. The testing that has been voluntarily taken, seeming scores of personality and temperament evaluations, page upon page of definitions of who I am that seem more like some strange person I didn’t know.

Swallowed up in all this was the inkling of truth, that this was really me and I had been ignoring all the signs for decades. Now truth was having it’s day but not without resistance. Whoever is the author of “truth will set you free,” conveniently left off that it would be painful in the process.

Now, where does all that leave you? I’m sharing a little of my “who” to give some insight as to how you may be hiding from yours. About this point is where that river so often referred to begins to flow, known as “denial.”

Leading readers exactly where? Why would you want to go down this path to dig in some areas that have been nicely ignored for decades, thank you very much? Other than the fact it is immensely freeing to stop the hiding of the real self, out of fear and possible rejection, it may be difficult to give a genuine reason.

It’s another example of how we have been conditioned all our lives that the “real you” isn’t quite up to par. Look no further than the nearest T.V. to get that message, or the latest photos of those we are led to believe lead lives we hunger and thirst for, seen everywhere on the Internet.

Constant dissatisfaction bombardment may become a new neurosis for the psychiatric shamans to probe into those dark recesses of your overstimulated thought centers.

So consider pausing for a second to go back in your memory, electing a moment in time where life was an absolute “bowl of cherries!” We’ve all had them. Shooting that hole-in-one at the local putt-putt golf course that won the prize. Unforgettable dining at that 5 star restaurant where you experienced food and service like a king or queen.

Dazzling sunsets of that vacation that could not find enough colors in the palette for description, where Piña Coladas were abundant and the beaches truly tropical. Moving into the house of your dreams, pinching yourself to make sure it is not of your imagination, but real.

Now close your eyes, and see all of that event in it’s splendor. Feel it, listen to any voice that may be audible, aromas, the wind, tastes, experience the remembrance of all there is from that moment. Make certain you are looking through your eyes at this event, and not as though you were standing off to the side observing yourself. This is important.

After you have seen yourself in this memory, at the very height of your feelings, open your eyes. Touch your thumb to the second joint on the middle finger of your right hand. That may sound silly, but in doing so you create what is known as an anchor.

This is just one example of how you can take a moment where you may be feeling down, and simply by touching that joint as indicated it will bring back a moment when all was right with the world, helping to replace those less than positive feelings.

Repeat the process several times to make it strong. Then recall it the next day and see if you notice an uplifting sensation. You can also do the same for other moments of similar significance. Point is this is just one of many exercises to retrain your subconscious that controls 95 percent of all your activities.

What does this have to do with knowing who you are? Consider what it means to have 95 percent of your daily activity controlled by your subconscious mind, and then ask yourself if you know who you are! Who’s in control?

You have the power to change many things in your world, but not until you learn how to reprogram your subconscious. Many have tried without having the real understanding of how it’s done. You’ve done the drill, if New Year’s Resolutions come to mind. That’s a small example, but it’s real.

There will be more on this. Feel free to comment on your thoughts. I think I’ll see about reclaiming that slim physique of my younger years!

Can You Relate To Word Madness?

As I began to review blogs, blogging and some blog sites, I realized I don’t really get the intensity behind blogging. It’s almost like a huge regurgitation of words about anything whether it makes sense or not.

Maybe it’s that very freedom to just put up (or throw up) any verbiage that runs out of the cerebral vortex without any care as to who, what, when, why, how or where.

As I consider this a little deeper, it’s like the world has been given the opportunity to take a chance at their moment of fame, and everybody is talking at the same time. Where a website seems organized, blogging seems to be anything but.

It’s sort of like tracing your thoughts. To me it is amazing how two thoughts can be linked together by seemingly unrelated events or circumstances, yet there is always a connector. Vivid or vague, it’s always there.

It’s almost like being lost in a sea of words, thrown about aimlessly by the waves of content from one thought to another and no firm foundation in sight. All I can think of is “WOW!”

As much as I enjoy writing, blogging almost seems like the insanity of words. The vision of a hoard of ants comes to mind, just growing, covering and devouring everything in sight.20150212_104828

Information is like that as I think about it. We have become addicted to information. The last time I checked, all the information in the world duplicated every 18 months. I don’t think it’s even possible to wrap your mind around that.

I wrote an article some time back that projected into the future what will happen with this unstoppable growth and proliferation of information. The focus was on what would happen in developing something new, and how it would become obsolete during the development process because the very knowledge that was being used would change, not in 18 months, or a year, but in a nano-second! See what I mean? Just try to even imagine that.

Then it occurs to me that there are many out there that are compelled to write. Reading of those words may never take place for many, yet posterity records them none the less. Somewhere in a niche’ on the internet those words hold immortal. Discovery may never regard them as a treasure, yet they bear witness of anothers thoughts about a given topic.

Ramblings with no apparent point sometimes surge to the forefront, along with the horrific distortions of truth on any topic. Just as there are posts out there as described, there are likely as many books that would fall into the same category.

Feelings of pleasure accompany this post, even if none other than it’s author find it interesting to contemplate. But here I am, adding my singular, unique, individual ramblings to the morass of undulating verbiage that is no longer invisible in the ether and frequency of our universe. I’m looking for some higher ground so as not to get swallowed up, somewhat fearful that there might not be any.

What About The Carnival Shill vs. The Pied Piper?

While there may seem to be some similarities in comparing these two, it is easy to confuse the difference. Both are quite adept with their various abilities. One is all about deception while the other is equally adept in a different sense.

We see this same scenario played out on a daily basis in cultures and societies around the world. There are different names and faces, but it seems to be true that history repeats itself. The difficulty is many times it comes in disguise and not in your face.

By definition a shill is one who is an accomplice of a hawker, gambler, or swindler who acts as an enthusiastic customer to entice or encourage others that whatever they are promoting is safe.Ride 'Em, Cowboy Indian  (5)

Now let’s compare that to the infamous Pied Piper. Legend has it a city in Germany had an infestation of rats. Along comes a “rat catcher” who happens to play a type of flute. His multicolored dress was referred to as “pied.” So the name “pied piper” or a piper with multicolored dress stuck.

The story continues the Piper offered the mayor of the city removal of the rats for a sum that in it’s time was quite expensive. None the less the mayor agreed and the task was completed. Yet the mayor then reneged on his agreement, paying a paltry sum, also claiming that the Piper likely created the infestation in the first place.

The Piper swears revenge, which is supposedly carried out by using his flute on another occasion to lure all the children away from the village, never to be seen again.
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This story seems to have modern day implications. Major differences are the choice of instrument and dress. Who might the Piper be? One who is offering to do the seeming impossible task for what may be a fair recompense, and could be seen as a representative of the public.

The “Mayor” could only refer to one in political power, who first agrees to resolve a very difficult situation in the best interest of the public, only to renege on the agreed terms, exposing the public to an even graver danger.

Does this sound like anything going on at present, or that has been going on since time began? The story of the Pied Piper may be all fiction, but there is nearly always an element of truth. History does an incomplete job of fully documenting the true events, but there does seem to be some references to the day all the children left in the town chronicles, although no proof is ever provided.

The struggle for power that does not result in an outright war, is very much like this story. In the end all are losers. No amount of power creates a lasting peace or happiness, as there will always be the attempts to right the wrongs that so often accompany the rise to that power.

History has shown that no power endures forever, and generally implodes. Was the Pied Piper right in exacting his revenge? What did the Mayor accomplish in refusing to uphold his word? Did any proof exist of wrongdoing by the Piper?

Here is the age old accusation being cast about with no evidence, or in other words a lie. How many times have we seen this played out today? What damage will be done and who will pay the price?

Just as in the story, it is the public that always pays the price! Did the Mayor pay a price for his actions? Since there is no recorded indication or information to that end, it can be assumed he did not. Had the public tarred and feather him, running him out of their fair town, that might have made news. None such exists.

A whole generation of children gone. Since this supposedly took place in the year 1284, and the only reference was a depiction in a church window that was destroyed in 1660, there seem to be no reliable records. Is it simply one of those legends that contain just enough truth to be believable?

When compared to more current events during the last 100 years, there are many similarities, which I will leave to the imagination of you readers to ferret out. One that might create some interest is the historical facts behind the cause of WWI.

So who is the Shill, and the title of Pied Piper might by applied to whom today? I think I’m going to check my wardrobe for multicolored clothes…just in case.

Is Bacon The Culprit Or A Hero’s Food?

Porkers get a bad rap. It’s just that simple. Since they are bottom feeders and will eat anything, and I do mean anything, it seems that we fail to recognize how many other foods we eat that consume similar things.

Not to loose my train of thought here, as this is about pork, and even more specific, bacon! Over the years some of my friends in real life have made their preference known for bacon. There have been a number of combinations never heard of, or copious amounts presented at one time for single consumption.

In the past I have been known to come up with some pretty strange combinations for sandwiches, thanks to Dagwood in the comic strip, Dagwood and Blondie by Chic Young. The combinations of his sandwiches were epic, and challenged anyone to try and copy.

Over the years I believe, across the country, there have been attempts both on purpose, and accidental. On some of the food programs I recall one in particular that travel the states to those areas famous for a particular type of sandwich, such as the Philly Cheese Steak among others.

Now to be sure, I don’t recall one that boasted of a predominance of bacon, but there may have been one and I just missed that episode. That would be a shame as i may have learned some new concoction with bacon.

Creativeness with my sandwiches is about the only area of food where there is much in the way of strange, or not so strange, combinations. It seems my advancing years have created some desire to get a little more daring on just what my stomach can take. A good example would be the habit of adding “ahi” or a hot sauce to my food, which has never been my custom until recently. Now it’s not terribly hot, just enough to perk up the taste buds and give the food a little kick.

Nope, I haven’t forgotten the subject of this story, just getting warmed up. Oh, no pun intended but it’s a good one anyway.

Now bacon in Ecuador is not a lot different from what we’re used to in the good ole USA. It looks and is packaged a little differently, or not at all. Rarely is it bought for consumption outside of being added to other foods, almost like a garnish. I’m not at all sure Ecuadorians eat bacon sandwiches of any kind.

So the bacon is on display in the meat cases of the deli in the supermarkets, sliced and ready to sell. It fries up amazingly well in the microwave, once you get the hang of it. I got the hand of it pretty quick, and it comes out nice and crispy. I love the crunch when I bite into it with fried or scrambled eggs, maybe on toast with some ahi, a piece of hard cheese, why I’ve even been known to add a touch of jam!

In all honesty, on the occasion when i have spied something on face book that someone else has tried in terms of sandwich combinations with bacon, when it gets out there a bit I’m tempted to try. Sometimes yes, others no.

Coming to a conclusion has to finally include one of my favorite tried recently, and one that is sure to be repeated. Here are the players in this episode.

Yeast free whole wheat bread toasted and slathered with butter.
At least 6 slices of the best crispy bacon.
Peanut butter
Banana
Avocado
Chocolate shavings
Horseradish
Sweet n sour pickles
Slice of tomato
Lettuce

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I got this one in my mouth just fine!

Now no matter what you might conclude, that is a tasty sandwich, WHEN I can get it all in my mouth for a bite at one time! And as I recall this was also the dilemma of Dagwood. There may be greater challenges in life, this one just happens to be tasty. Taste buds unite in favor of such adventures, or at least they seem to on my tongue!

Have to keep these cravings under control. Think I’ll go have some cashews and peanuts with my Merlot!

Are They Crazy Ideas Or Genius?

No one has asked me where I get inspiration to write, or how do I come up with ideas. So I asked myself and got some interesting answers. Now before this gets completely out of hand, a writer asking such questions is not at all weird or unusual. Talking to ourselves is different from those who also answer.

For me it has to be a vivid imagination. I remember Zig Ziglar commenting in one of his books about the greatest nation in the world. It’s the one named Imagi Nation. That immediately resonated with me simply because I got it.

“Crazy ideas! Don’t you just love them?” A line from the movie,  Under The Tuscan Sun, fits right in there, because so many of those ideas spawn from what appear at first to be dis-jointed thoughts. In fact imagination can likely be defined in many ways. One such summed it up in this way. “New ideas, or images or concepts of external objects not present to the senses.”

Not present to the senses. Out of my mind seems to apply, or not consciously entertaining thoughts in a given category. Unconsciously thinking, sure seems like a contradiction of terms, yet to me that seems very natural. How else could you account for ideas that seem to emerge out of nowhere?

To me the so called subconscious mind is like that. It’s sort of out there in that place called nowhere. See, here I go off on a tangent, fully prepared to discuss the merits of nowhere and how invisible thoughts emanate secretly from that noplace. Now my spell checker put a red line under that word as not existing, but I contend that spell checker needs to get an education.

Is it still difficult to imagine where I come up with things to write about? My greatest desire is to pass along this ability to others who desire to write, but find it next to impossible to come up with the “what” to write.

Fiction is not my thing, or at least I have never really entertained any serious thoughts about it. Still, I do have several “Christmas Chronicles” spread out over a period of roughly ten years. Based on the “Night Before Christmas” story, the idea was to create memories using our sons various events throughout the year and weave them into the story in poetry form, ending with a delivery to the birth of Jesus.

So I guess I can’t really say fiction is not my thing. Better said it is not a conscious thing. It seems to come when my fingers get on the keyboard with no particular thought in mind. It comes from “noplace!” Sorta like these words that somehow get the letters mixed up that are different than what my fingers typed. If I type from it seems to change invisibly to form. I may have a dyslexic keyboard. Hmm…that could be an interesting story.

The mind is a terrible thing to waste, and mine doesn’t stand a chance of that happening. What really is somewhat amusing, is most think it resides inside a skull. All that mushy stuff that works together to make my eyes blink or my lungs breathe. Nope, not the mind.

I contend the mind is simply the brain’s ability to connect to countless thoughts held in the limitless space between quarks. No not quacks such as in ducks, but quarks such as what atoms are made of, or at least what the neutrons and protons that make the atoms.

It’s an infinitesimal space that can contain an equally infinitesimal number of thoughts, that never cease to exist. So how do I know? Well this may be my fiction at work, there may be some truth, or a combination thereof. I do believe that is a relatively simple definition of fiction. Often more truth than fiction as a matter of fact.

So how is this doing so far in convincing you, the reader, that ideas for writing just pretty much can come out of thin air? Just for me? Not a chance. Then maybe it’s like speaking before a group of people. Still one of the biggest fears for the greater majority of people. I’m not one of ‘em! Anyone who knows me will vouch for that in a heartbeat.

The truth is it is a learned behavior, just as going to noplace to discover those crazy ideas that become genius. It takes the “want to” for that to happen. I like what Lisa Nichols says in a recent interview. When asked about her fear to write her first books, she says it this way.

“I hold fear in one hand, and all my commitment, passion and determination in the other.” She led out with the one while holding back with the other. Fear was held in check, while she moved forward with her passion.

I saw it as holding back the fear, while releasing the passion, commitment, desire, determination and belief to move forward. Even an addict can reach the point where the fear of facing the pain of their addiction, becomes less than the fear of staying where they are. So it is for writers.

I saw a post recently of someone who described themselves as a “closet writer.” That resonated with me simply because if my writing has stayed hidden in files on my hard drive, what’s the difference. They may as well be hidden away in a dark file cabinet, or a dark closet.

It was reading a book by Jeff Goins, then another by Bryan Hutchinson, both who struggled with the idea of being writers until the moment came when they could no longer deny it. 
Some things will lie dormant for indefinite periods of time, eventually rising to the surface to no longer be rejected.

It appears this is what has finally happened to me, just as it did to both of them. Jeff and Bryan are published writers, with thousands of books sold. My two little eBooks may have garnered 50 sold over the course of three years. There’s a good reason for that which has nothing to do with the content. Finding a good book has as much to do with promotion as any other one thing. The best book in the world will never be read, if people can’t find it.

Like thousands of others I thought if I wrote it and put it on Amazon/Kindle, why it was there for the whole world to see. That’s true, along with how many millions of others? The ones that get noticed are those with a promo team behind them that starts months in advance of publication promoting the book. Lesson learned.

So for you reading this be aware there is a new voice emerging that intends to be heard. Only because there are those with a need, maybe even a desperate one, to be encouraged that they too have a voice that needs to be heard. Is that you?

You Did What?

Mom and the four boys folding socks.

“Did you run short of undershorts this week?”

“I wasn’t counting, but come to think of it yes.”

An uncomfortable silence followed that response.

“Any idea why?” was the reply.

“Not a clue.”

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Is There An Art To Writing Or Just A Heart?

20150212_104833For years I have been writing for me. In part because I never felt like cowing down to the “rules” so many insisted on when opportunities were available for online publications and such. Change is great in some things, and to be sure all things change and we with them whether we realize it or are completely unaware. Conscious knowledge of those events are normally a better bet than not.

Surprises are a different sort of change, which can be pleasant or otherwise, usually with less warning than the inevitable directional detours on new avenues and exchanges under construction.

When rules get involved, it seems as though the unspoken message, as it applies to writing, says I/we are not capable of creating something worthy to be read by the general public. Blogging has become extremely popular for just such a reason.

During the last few weeks a personal campaign has been started to just write. At the same time writing summits, books by published authors such as Guy Kawasaki, Nancy Hendrickson, Lisa Nichols, along with others, to gain perspective on whether or not I have anything to offer.

My heart first and foremost is to encourage others that have a desire to write but don’t believe they have anything to offer. How this is going to be accomplished is uncertain, other than to be willing to share how this has been a desire of mine, and how it has been fulfilled with the willingness to share the ups and downs, the trials and errors, along with the experience of two eBooks published that have basically gone nowhere.

I know I have something of value to share, especially that of encouragement. This will be even more piercing as the next book will be the one that finally makes it out there where hundreds, even thousands of people can’t wait to buy it.

June 18, 2016, is the date, and September 18th 2016 is when this next book will be out there. That is the intent and now it is in writing. Goals have never been something I have subscribed to. There was something about them, that never seemed genuine to me. Solving challenges is a different story. That seems to be what I rise up to. Give me a problem to solve and let’s see what happens.

Knowing what I have experienced with my writing, and that there are others like me who have felt the frustration of being made to feel that their writing was not good enough, will have the opportunity to see that the rules of editors determining what the populace wants to read just don’t apply anymore.

The theme for writers today is just write! Speak with your voice and not one determined by someone besides you. Our voice is genuine, original, has meaning, honesty, truth, with no manipulation by another. Readers will sense that and reward us with purchases that signal their approval. Their reviews solidify the acceptance that it’s a fact. We are writers with something of value to share.

I Know A Secret! #everydayinspiration Day 3

crazy-me2I have a secret
And you want to know
Just what it is
But I’ve been told

A secret is only such
Until it leaves my mouth
And once it does
The secrets out

Then it’s no fun
As the tale is known
Whether true or false
The damage is done

It could be
About Mrs. Martin’s cat
The crook in it’s tail
How you suppose it got that

Or the painted sign
On Radder’s barn
Was about tobacco
Now it’s about yarn

No one knows
Just what it can be
My lips are sealed
It stays with me

A bribe you say
The amount is what
My secret for that
Is that all you’ve got

No chance say I
To little for much
My secret is safe
Here in my clutch

Besides you see
That would never work
It’s priceless to me
To tell would hurt

It may not be me
So you must see
For a secret to be
Silence is a must
So says he

The mystery grows
What is this story
Suspicion is great
It never gets boring

Gossip is flowing
About this and that
All matter of tales
But not a shred of fact

Neighbors point fingers
First here then there
Still there are others
Pulling their hair

Tempers are flaring
But no one knows why
How could a secret
Create such a time

Some who are guilty
Of heaven knows what
Are certain this secret
Has discovered their lot

Desperate they are
To do drastic deeds
Who can imagine
Where all this leads

The secret keeper
Is beginning to feel
No secret should be
Such a big deal

Still mum is the word
Not even a hint
As to what it’s about
Or who it might tint

For all are quite certain
It must be about them
Seems secrets have the power
To touch every sin

What a surprise to know
When the truth is old
It was just so bold
This secret you see
Was nothing to be told

It must be a joke
All this stress for naught
No secret at all
We really got caught

But wait they all say
Could this be a trick
To make us all think
This was really just sick

It seems like it’s time
To put a stop to all this
Things are heating up
It could be a mess

No one believes
The secrets a lie
It may be
They have something to hide

The stress is exhausting
To continue this charade
What’s funnier still
Is the mess this made

What are they thinking
What terrible things
Have been done in secret
Now may have wings

Or so they think
Why else all the fuss
Such efforts to discover
This secret they must

Oh woe is me
With realization to come
This really was
Just to have some fun

What happened instead
Was facing inner truth
Funny how guilt
Can reveal real proof

There is no more
So what’s this for
Time to open the door
The secret’s a farce
As I roll on the floor

When Is Writing Not Writing?

A deadline for an article for a magazine is fast approaching and your 500 word piece is not finished. Worse yet, it’s on a topic that you’re really stuck on.

An editor has really trashed your piece, in your opinion, and changed it into something barely recognizable, and now it’s in print.

A client asked you do to a piece about their homesteading adventure, making sure to include points they had included, and it has to read like they wrote it.

Where is the freedom to write from the heart when you encounter projects like this? Being induced to write in a particular voice or format that is not natural does not seem like writing to me. Of course, who said I was the ultimate authority? In this case just speaking from my heart.

The times I have looked at the “rules” for submitting a piece to a particular magazine or request by a client, immediately put the wall up. As soon as some limitation is in place, originality goes out the window. I have a voice, and simply am unable to imagine not writing freely, without constraints. I’ve done the other and it was an effort, and not a labor of love. There were a lot of words typed out following predetermined formats. No thanks. Not again.

I love to read, and have had the privilege to read some of the classics, many works of fiction, along with those some call “self help” books. Hemingway, Zane Grey, Pearl Buck, James Michener, Isaac Asimov, Napoleon Hill, to name just a few of more than 500 titles by these and others in my digital library. The small books that hold giant truths by the likes of James Allen. Others somewhat obscure, full of mystery by Wallace Wattles. They all have something to say.

Some hide behind pseudonyms and pen names, for reasons I’m not entirely sure of, but all have subjects dear to their hearts they want to share with the world. Whether stories of life, incredible challenges, side-splitting humor, or looks into the far future. Accounts produced from minds looking for that freedom to express, expand, motivate and illuminate.

While writing to satisfy others is still called writing, somehow for me this would be the same as a 9 to 5 job compared to the freedom of roaming the expanse of a vast mountain range. One sees walls while another sees all the senses can capture. I’m not sure how that can compare, yet for some perhaps it does.

I love to include photos and even videos with my writing. Facts seem to bear out that images are still worth at least 1000 words. That may be a good experiment, to choose a picture and then see if I can come up with that many.

Then there are the poems to narrate with a musical background. While it may not be a song per se, depending on how you hear it could make the difference. Musical writing, not songs but poems with multiple rhythms.

Here I must confess being influenced by a very popular poet of the ‘60s, by name of Rod McKuen. His works with Anita Kerr and the San Sebastian Strings produced The Earth, The Sky and The Sea albums. Awesome examples of poetry put to music. Since that time I have wanted to do something similar, and have managed to record three so far.20150212_104833

Digital applications today make it possible to do right from home. In case you’ve missed those, here are the links. Clouds, Let’s Go Flying!, and Echo’s In The Present. I make no claims to be a Rod McKuen, it’s just my first attempt at something I felt then, and now, a beautiful way to do poetry.

We still marvel at the power of words to move us in ways delightful, surprising, emotional and joyful. An intimate sharing of my heart, hopefully to touch yours uniquely.