Biological machines we are, us humans. We take for granted ‘things’ working right within this shell, and we have no idea to the extent these things not only work right, but also in a behind-the-scenes orchestrated effort with one another.

Until they don’t.

Existence. When I think deeply about it I am confused as to why anyone would consciously mismanage the most priceless component of our lives. We care about the proper working order of our house and all the components within it. We care about the proper working order of our vehicles and we have them regularly serviced. We care about the proper working order of our internet, our computers, of our banks, of… well, just about everything.

Yet sometimes we use and abuse these things, or substances, or situations, or even other people. And sometimes we do that so effortlessly.

Before the bell rings and all the chaos begins. Before I scoot out the door and join in on the race, I think it’s time to do a daily check on how things are, how things could be. I want to make sure I fit myself for success in all that I do, but first I must see to it that this vessel is in proper working order.

You?

Look this one up and see if the words’ definition describes a character of you, or someone you know. It certainly describes a character trait of many someone’s I know, or encounter on a daily basis. I heard the word yesterday and did not know its meaning so was compelled to look up its definition. Quite awesome I thought, and once I learned of its origin I was able to imagine it in frequent use. I think it’s my adopted word of the week.

I won’t divulge its definition or origin. That is up to you!

Oh my goodness, look what I have in front of me, the entire day! What am I going to do with it? How will I react in all situations? Who will I show care and empathy to? I have eight thousand, six hundred and forty seconds to make a positive impact not only in my life, but in the lives of others! Juicy! That’s a whole seven hundred and twenty minutes worth of glorious time! It all boils down to twelve waking hours. That’s 12 waking hours! Oh man, what will I do with that much time?

Wowza, just look at today!

I don’t expect perfectionism from my students, so why should I expect perfectionism of myself? Each and every day I strive, yes I do. Each and every day, I miss the mark. Darn! It certainly is a difficult pill to swallow.

Haunted.

Maybe if I write about it in various fashion I’ll one day accept the reality that I am not perfect. Perfectionism, a personality trait I got from mom. Thanks mom, but I’m not perfect.

This one took me longer to write than one would think because I wanted to create powerful imagery that parallels my mind. I believe it was worth my time. Just posted under the Musings tab is an essay titled The Most Comfortable Place. Read it, and then feel it.

Just posted in Sky is an image taken yesterday. There is so much more to words and imagery than we give credit.

Just posted under the I Remember tab is an essay titled I Was Waiting for a Miracle. For me, it was a very interesting and cathartic journey in getting from point A to point B. My transformation was powerful, and was in realtime.

I capture and have thousands of these. Like fingerprints, no two are the same. For me, it’s never an easy selection on which Sky image to post because they are all so very spectacular. I’ll analyze and then analyze some more, each time narrowing down my selection, and then still cannot decide. A lot of visual scrutinization takes place until, there it is waiting patiently for me.

Just posted under the Sky tab is one such image.

Some years ago we lived on a street named Lookout Avenue. We never thought twice about the name, it was simply the name of our street. When Drew came to visit at this particular location he, in typical Drew fashion, said “I can’t figure out if the name of your street is meant to be as ‘Lookout into the beautiful scenery’… Or is is meant to be “LOOKOUT!”, as if someone was in peril?

Oh Drew!