The TV shows I watched were Looney Tunes Cartoons, Hanna-Barbera Cartoons, Sesame Street, The Muppet Show, Sid and Marty Croft shows, Fat Albert, The Three Stooges, The Monkees, Brady Bunch, The Partridge Family, All in the Family, Standford and Son, Good Times, What’s Happening, Gilligan’s Island, Happy Days, Laverne and Shirley, The Incredible Hulk and The NFL.
There are many definitions of what a feather symbolizes. Just google it. Protection, good fortune, bad luck, change, life, death, an omen and on and on. There are even in-depth interpretations dependent on the color of a feather.
Many of these interpretations are rooted in cultural beliefs or superstitions and often reflect the human tendency to attach significance to objects or symbols in order to make sense of the world.
The most interesting feather analysis I read was, a feather is symbolic to the journey of life. The shaft of the feather is thick at one end and dissipates at the other, allegorical with death as the thick end is representing the beginning of life.
The barbs attached to the shaft are illustrative to all the experiences we undergo on our journey of life and death. The barbs are longer at the thick end of the shaft and shrink in size as they get closer toward the thinner end of the shaft.
Each barb is a new circumstance or encounter, whether good or bad. It becomes a tale that makes sense as a narrative to use as lessons that can be implemented in a fruitful and colorful way. One can study the feather after hearing this analogy and make their own observations and conclusions.
Next time you stumble upon a feather, you just might be illuminated to your own journey of life.
What I enjoy most about writing is learning more about the topic I’m writing about while becoming better at storytelling.
When I write, I love to use a thesaurus and learn new ways to say the same thing. There are so many tools at our fingertips to take a subject so much farther than one can imagine.
When I write, I like to dig deeper and find gems and sew them together to make a beautiful bracelet with words. Exploring deeply, crafting and weaving together meaningful words of different colors to make a vivid and captivating painting in one’s mind.
Stumbling upon a pathway which can invigorate and take the writing in a different direction not previously thought of. Being open to a universe of thought and becoming a linguist by creating the pieces of the semantic puzzle and skillfully assembling them, piece by piece, to form a coherent and captivating complete masterpiece.
The synapse’s transmission fire with delight as the vocabulary neurons dance the dance of creativity and essence of tones, flushing out the symphony of expression, tingling the reader.
What do I love about where I live? Many things. The weather is almost always beautiful. I can go to the beach and saunter in the pacific ocean in December or to the mountains and walk in the snow after a rainy week.
I can drive east two hours to the high temperature desert and can be back home the same day minutes away from the cool air of the beach.
I can ride my motorcycle all year long.
When it rains, which isn’t very often, it’s incredible.
And I love that I live in a very culturally diverse environment. It’s never boring.
Goals are a convoluted, intricate aspiration. They always can seem within reach but then some event or situation pops up, breaking the magnifying glass alluding to that perspective and suddenly the goals look to be far away.
The objective of goals being achieved is comparable to a staircase of steps ascending upwards toward the sun. Some broken and others not, some steps may be slippery and others missing. One must stay adaptable and meticulous when climbing towards their goals, learning from each step, representing growth. It could take years, even decades for most, depending on the goal. Frustration is part of the journey and one must be ready to embrace it all. Keep stepping.
If one doesn’t have a support network, then scheduling one’s time becomes instrumental to staying on track while having to provide for themselves or those dependent on them.
There are immediate goals and long term goals divided into the most important or ambitious objectives and priorities. Enjoy the journey and avoid the excessive distractions.
And remember to never forfeit your integrity for a short cut. Then you may detect the bridge is out, finding your situation irreversible and incapable of turning back.
I plan my goals with personal and mental growth, perseverance, and continuous progress while keeping up the positive attitude and determination!
Today started typical, got up, made coffee, had pastry with my coffee, read a new book, made lunch, got ready for work and headed there on my motorcycle.
As I was heading to work, a truck crossed my lane to turn down a side street and me and my motorcycle crashed into the front passenger’s quarter. My left forearm hit the windshield and spiderwebbed it as I flew over the front of the truck.
It happened so fast. I was laying on my back looking up at the sky. I was alive. People gathered around to help and call a rescue. My right leg from the knee down was in extreme pain.
The fire truck showed up first and the guys were great. The police arrived and they were also great. Then the rescue and paramedics came and took good care of me. I was given something for my pain.
I was taken to the hospital and went through what every trauma patient goes through. Seemed like thirty people had their hands on me. From cutting off my clothing to moving me and asking questions.
I was then rolled into the hallway and taken for a battery of scans, X-ray’s and tests. My knee which took the worst of it was very swollen and the pain felt like it was about to pop. Anytime they moved the gurney, the pain would intensify to a point that was unbearable.
The pain was the most intense I have ever felt. I’m writing this to try and take my mind off it, while I wait for some pain relief.
I understand that in today’s opioid climate, they want to wait to give the pain medication needed because the pharmaceutical companies feed the businesses of addiction. But my pain was real and fierce. Hopefully, it’s not as intense later.
After ten hours in the ER, I got a burger and went home.
So to answer the question, was today typical?, I would have to say no.
The most essential and paramount responsibility in our civilization is Parenthood. Anybody can create a child and it seems that shouldn’t be. This is the pinnacle in moving society forward.
Too many people create children and don’t take responsibility for raising them properly and teaching them discipline, responsibility, right from wrong, good and bad, empathy, compassion and how to listen and behave.
Enlighten them to not all is equal in life and shouldn’t be. Educate them how to use their personal strengths to accomplish their aspirations. Not be swayed by greed and ego. When they stumble or fail to learn from it encourage them to not allow it to slow them from moving forward. Learn from it. Don’t look for excuses.
And most of all, how to pass this wisdom on to their children.
Children are an extremely important gift… for the future. Treat them right and enjoy them.
Everything. Yes as we get older the body doesn’t perform as it once did but the mind should be sharper.
The most important thing is we learn from experience. Yes there are those who don’t and never will but they are the exception to the rule.
Ageism is a real thing in the USA.
As a young man, I always found myself enjoying the time with older people. I would gravitate toward them. They would talk so much about their lives and experiences. You never walked away not implementing some of what they spoke out into your life. Even if it was, what not to do.
As we get older, we truly stop caring about what others think of us and the way we live our life. It doesn’t matter.
As we see older members of our family and friends pass, we start to take hold of time. Time becomes more precious.
As we get older, we start to take hold of the little joys in life over the material propaganda. We have eaten enough strawberries to really savor the sweet ones.
The future is a second from now. Guaranteed to none, nonetheless I am excited to breathe another breathe, to blink another blink, to walk another step.
To enjoy my children and their laughter. To be able to continue to watch them grow into respectable and responsible people with integrity, humility and a sense of humor.
To see another sunrise and sunset. To ride my motorcycle once again on the pacific coast highway, observing all the beautiful scenery around me on a beautiful day.
To awaken and see my American Akita coming over to my bed to say good morning and whimper in happiness as I acknowledge him with a scratch.
To hear my parents voices on the phone another time and make them laugh with life’s bizarre narrative and they tell me how proud they are of me.
To pick up my musical instruments, play music and sing, transporting myself to another dimension.
To be able to continue to communicate and laugh and try to make the world around me a better place.
To taste, smell and experience all the different ingredients that life has to offer. Everything else is gravy