I just got out of the hospital. I am learning not to advertise much of my life on social media, but we all still need to reach out for help. If any one knows me very good, they know I love watches. Here is a bit of my collection. I love swatches the most, but there is a Gucci in there somewhere.
I live in a bubble at times. We all do. It’s human nature. Reflecting about my time in Hawaii makes me feel free in my spirit and safe. I love tropical climates. I am sure the fact I lived here for several years attributes to these feelings. In the above photo, I enjoyed viewing this man who seemed to feel free getting close to the waves. Water is peaceful even when we know it’s dangerous…
I have done that . Those nights of dancing can be so much fun. I am in control and enjoy myself in the rhythm. Music can control the mind. I wonder how much fun this surfer was experiencing on his longboard as he allowed the waves to control him as he surfed the direction the ocean was taking him.
It’s amazing to me when folks argue that their conscious can not accept faith or theology. The idea of science enters the picture and is integral to mankind , but it can not explain my conscious state nor yours. It just can not know the subjective.
We human persons are more than the sum of our parts. We have spirits that have the ability to think , feel, and can make conscious decisions. Respecting each other’s life decisions may mean we need to climb out of our bubble once in awhile. I know I do. Do you? Living in pain chronically makes me think on spiritual ideals as this post conveys. So much crisis and turmoil fill up our world these days. Sometimes removing our bubble can bring clarity.
The arts mean more to me in my 50’s than any other previous decade of my life thus far. It may have to do with the fact I did not have as much time to appreciate and embrace human creative skills and imagination. I truly believe that the arts are meant to make us better people because of their beautiful and emotional power.
Nestled in the majestic low hills of the mountainous region of Seattle, my true devotion can be felt in the most purest sense of the word. While we all process through life’s many experiences, my personal belief system has matured in my hometown.
Do you remember that first love? Sadly many of us have been burnt in our first ever love experiences. There is no way to define in human standards how love looks from one individual to another.