Joy vs. Happy
Here’s an interesting take on being happy versus experiencing joy. I have found, through a million mistakes and various experiences, that I now truly experience joy every single day. It’s all around us, in so many ways. Joy vs. Happy
Honestly Living
As I have mentioned before, I have come across a TV show that I just can’t get enough of. I have found, and thoroughly enjoy, The Last Alaskans. One review I read on this show used a word to describe this show, that I would also use, intoxicating. Completely intoxicating.
The show is now in its’ second season and I can still honestly say, I can sit down and feel myself relax when I hear the opening music to the show, Heimo Korth narrates the opening behind the pictures, and I wait to see what these characters will reveal this week. The blend of music, amazing scenes, the reverence of the participants to their way of life, the hard work seen, and unseen, the stories, their histories, it’s so real. There is no flash. There is real life. It’s so compelling.
In Plain Sight
The Last Alaskans –
I probably watch more TV than I would admit to. Primarily I watch my beloved Red Sox, and then shows on history, wildlife, survival, and a few DIY types now and again. Recently, as I have written here, I have found, and thoroughly enjoy, The Last Alaskans. One review I read on this show used a word to describe this show, that I would also use, intoxicating.
My schedule keeps me quite busy and I don’t always find myself settled in front of the TV on Sunday nights. Thankfully I can record the show and watch it when my schedule allows. Honestly, I can sit down and feel myself relax when I hear the opening music to the show, and I wait to see what these characters will reveal this week.In Plain Sight
My little girl
Words, they come with time, I pray between
Too much I remember from the places I’ve seen
Silence fills the space, light is driven from this place
A picture painted by the shadows in her face
It Was Me, I Lost God
Have you ever found yourself looking around in the darkness of your somehow closed mind, and wondered how in the world you arrived at this place? If you were to trace your steps, reflecting on… It Was Me, I Lost God
Imagine all the seconds
They say that the mind is a powerful thing, and I suppose it must be. We have countless thoughts between the tick and tock, or is it just me? Imagine all the seconds we… Imagine all the seconds
Face Value
Remember when face value was what you saw, and what you saw was real?
Freedom of the Truth
I know we talked, I remember our conversation. I was certain of our focus, our cerebral participation. The truths we discussed didn’t vanish when the silence began. But rather they need to be with us,… Freedom of the Truth