Sunday, April 23, 2017

More Random Thoughts on a Sunday Morning From the Bed (and not waking everyone else up)

Been a long time since I went all stream of consciousness with you but it felt right today because I have lots of topics that don't need a lot of words. 

Death is the perfect synonym for the circle of life. You lose someone but reconnect or connect with others. 

Art does indeed imitate life. And vice versa. 

The older one gets, the less patience one has for blatant stupidity and bullshit. 

One beautiful, glorious day can erase 6 other mundane, morose days in the week.  

For the real fan, following your team creates the highest of highs and the lowest of lows...all within one game. 

Can an atheist believe in reincarnation?  I think yes, counselor. 

Managers manage from a short-sighted and small minded perspective. Make the month mentality. Leaders lead from a big picture, outside the box perspective. Make their lifetime mentality. 

Pets are a true panacea for what ails. 

I would pay twice the price of the drink just for a good bartender. 

We are all stumbling around life blindly until we bump into those people that make the difference. Then we can finally see. 

Love the feel of a real page in a real book. Also, love turning that aforementioned page. 

We hold ourselves back for two reasons; fear of the unknown and a perceived lack of safety nets. 

A great hug is priceless. 

Monday, February 6, 2017

The Path of Least Resistance

This is the story of two driveways. 

One was long and steep and led to a beautiful new house. 

The other was short and flat and led to an older abode. 

When compared side by side, it's no contest. You would take the former rather than the latter. No cracks.  No mis-laid pieces of pavement. No parts of your lawn growing through like the expanding growth through the pages of Jumanji. Winner Winner Chicken Dinner. Game over. 

But upon further expection...the latter is what mattered. 

This relatively unsightly pathway was the perfect fit. The ideal prologue to home and epilouge from the rest of the world.  Uneven. Overgrown. Down right old.  And I am not talking about quaint or vintage or even antique. More like rundown, overused and commonplace.  

What gives you ask? How can I possibly come to this conclusion?  Am I mad? 

Not about driveways. 

See, I came to this conclusion while shoveling. 

Piece of white fluffy cake. 

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

A Life in the Day

Recently, I had a day.

A lifetime packed into one 24 hour present.

The love. The pain. The smiles. The tears. It had everything.

It started with a lovely breakfast in bed. Intertwined and passionate.

Then a phone call. I found out a dear friend had passed during the night. Too young. Tragic.

More phone calls with friends to ease the shock and pain. To try and get answers. Why?

Then a contemplative long drive. An opportunity to think about the coming and going of the morn.

The big game with a long time friend.

And of course...a loss in the big game.

A retreat home. Peaceful and quiet.

These specific 1440 minutes carried the weight of a lifetime. These 1440 minutes were a test of perspective. A strange concoction of the pain and joy of life.

I look back on this day and tilt my head in amazement.

One clock filled with minutes and hours.

The roller coaster of life.

Friday, December 2, 2016

Finders keepers. Losers keepers.

Recently I met a person who tragically lost not one, but two loves of his life.  I have only met him a couple of times but I have been told of him much longer. They spoke of how smart he was. They spoke of how intuitive he was. They spoke of how funny he was.  They spoke of how cool he was. They were right.  

One of the first days I met him, a group of us went to the cemetery where both of his wives were buried. It was surreal. He spoke matter of factly but with love. He spoke with a sadness but with contentness. He spoke from the head but with the voice of his heart. 

That day I played the role of the observer. The interloper.  I watched from the sidelines in amazement. 

Most of us spend our lives hoping to bump into that one person who is the life mirror in who we see our best relfection. The lighthouse who we always believe in but don't always see. The song lyric that fits. The perfect movie line. The soulmate. 

He found it twice. And lost them. 

But the finding outweighed the loss.  He made that clear.  

Who knows whether he will find again but it doesn't matter. He found. Not once. But twice. 

Keep trying to find. 

Finders keepers. Forever. 

Sunday, October 9, 2016

Just Ride the Painted Pony

Some people say karma is a bitch.

I say she doesn't even exist.

Call it tit for tat. Call it quid pro quo. Doesn't matter. It's a fallacy.

To think there is a huge game of Battleship going on in the universe where my battleship gets sunk just because yours did, is completely wrong.

See, we want to believe it because then we can rationalize and justify things in our mind. It puts things in a nice little box. It's just not true.

What goes up, must come down
Spinning wheel got to go round
Talkin' 'bout your troubles, it's a cryin' sin
Ride a painted pony, let the spinning wheel spin

Blood, Sweat and Tears got it right. What comes up, must eventually come down. What is down, eventually goes up. If you are putting yourself out there in the world, you are going to experience highs and you are going to experience lows. That's it. There isn't this mysterious vixen named karma controlling things (now if you want to talk juju or mojo, then we can talk).

It's not karma, it's just the spinning wheel.

Saturday, August 13, 2016

Love that place. Or is it you?

Do you have a favorite vacation destination?

A local hole in the wall bar where you can linger for hours?

A coffee shop that is Goldilocks for you? It's just right.

Even a recliner that fits your ass like a glove?

We all have these personal faves that get 5 star ratings from us it the place or is it the company?

Does the place bring out the best of us or does the best of us bring out the place. Chicken or egg?

Recently stopped at what I affectionately call my four-minute offense (topic for another day). Wasn't expecting anything different. Seats are the same. Selection was the same. Same chichi look and feel. Same isn't bad. Same just is. That being said...this night was different.

The cast of characters was outstanding. Even the "special appearances by" category was superb. Made me I love this place because of the place or the people.

The head and heart company wins. Not the bricks and mortar kind.

Landon Pigg, the next one is on me.

Saturday, June 25, 2016

Rinse and Wash. Not Repeat.

Life is a cycle. 

But not the kind you think. 

Rinse. Wash. Repeat.  That's not life. 

It's not that simple. 

Sure, you can see where you are today and see similarities with the past. Resemblances, but not full reality. 

We go through periods of time that define us. We go through periods of time that re-define us as well. 

In our 20's, we plant our flag in the ground.  We start our careers.  We fall in love.  Weddings. Births. New beginnings.  Flying for the first time. Defining. 

In our 30's we become established.  Things settle. A little bit of a routine or flow happens. Comfortable predictability. Steady as she goes. 

Then...the 40's.  Redefinition happens. The proverbial bottle of life gets shaken up.  The things that settled at the bottom of the bottle get mixed in with the rest. Divorces. Deaths. You fly upside down.  

Not sure about the 50's. I'll let you know when I get there. 

It's not a bad thing. It just is. 

Don't worry.  The colors may fade a little.  Some stains may be harder to get out.  But in the end...everything comes out clean. 

Wear it well.