The thing is (my opinion on stuff as I think about it, some heavy, some light)

Gary O'

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Oregon
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Y’know?

It’s so so very easy for me to mix it up
Growing up, it was fun
Youth has these challenges
I met most face on

It can follow one thru young adulthood
Boxing is no cure…thought it might be

A verbal skirmish is just a weak compromise
But it’s the same thing, really

Heh, even got paid to do that
Thought I got good at it
Pride is such a disguised enabler

Get old enough, you come to some determinations, some real values, seems

People, any, are of immeasurable value
Maybe they don’t even know it
Don’t matter
I know it

Sometimes I revert to my old ways
It disgusts me
I don’t hate myself for it
I just get sickened, low in spirit, then angry
Butchering wood helps
Then I swear, never again
When ‘again’ happens, I do more swearing, in earnest

I am very sorry to have brought myself so low to have verbally skirmished with anyone here, including Ric…known here as Traveler
Nobody needs that, nobody, not in this day
There’s plenty of travail to circle the globe all by itself without my assistance

This was me




This needs to be me
I like that me;


Those of whom I’ve hurt here, in any way…please forgive me
You don't have to tell me, just do it in yer heart

Tomorrow, I butcher wood



keep a fire
 

Gary O'

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Oregon
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What’s left…. in this life

Whenever it happened, I can’t put a finger on, but, not long back, I came to a conclusion.

I’ll not learn much more in this life.
It’s time to savor what I have learned, and maybe share.

A thirty something lad down the path has a gift.
He’s a mental sponge
Hands that keep pace with is mind
I never had that

Thing is, he’s a bit smug about it
Not obnoxious
But
That smugness is there

I so want to tell him, let him know….use the gift you’ve been given…enjoy it…..but be a bit humble about it.
Don’t conjure humility
Come to know why
It’ll happen

I will share this over coffee with him tomorrow


What he does with it, I hope to see…in this life

 

Aunt Bea

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Near Mount Pilot
What’s left…. in this life

Whenever it happened, I can’t put a finger on, but, not long back, I came to a conclusion.

I’ll not learn much more in this life.
It’s time to savor what I have learned, and maybe share.

A thirty something lad down the path has a gift.
He’s a mental sponge
Hands that keep pace with is mind
I never had that

Thing is, he’s a bit smug about it
Not obnoxious
But
That smugness is there

I so want to tell him, let him know….use the gift you’ve been given…enjoy it…..but be a bit humble about it.
Don’t conjure humility
Come to know why
It’ll happen

I will share this over coffee with him tomorrow


What he does with it, I hope to see…in this life

“There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.” - Ernest Hemingway
 

Gary O'

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Oregon
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♪To All the burls I’ve Loved before ♪


I try to paint a picture of what I think with just words

It’s a fun little challenge for me

However

Of late, strolling thru the woods, I see things

You know, a picture is worth a thousand words (I settle for 10 or 12)

It even happens in town
Like getting my favorite coffee

This is how I feel after that first sip



In the woods, it’s not so obvious, but to me, it’s there

These are things I see while peeing;



Cat’s face squeezing out of a tree


Old man’s face, hung on a tree
maybe WC Fields


Momma bear, touching noses with her cub
(OK, that’s obscure…but…to me….it’s right there)



I know, I know, I’ve been ‘out there’ a bit too long

But, hey, maybe just not long enough
 

Gary O'

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Oregon
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Funny, seems everbody I’ve run in to, that has an upcoming scuffle looming, has an in with a biker gang.
As if all they need to do is drop a dime and here they all come, roaring up, asking where they can beat on someone.
Geez, that gets old

In jail, there’s always mention of an old one armed guy that can roll a cigarette better than factory made.
That guy musta been a career criminal, ‘cause he really got around.
It’s interesting confab, though…the first couple times.

All I do is write about ever day folk, they seem waaaay more interesting than some hoary biker dude, or even a talented transradial amputee.

S’pose I could….but I won’t…ever




Guess that's jus' me

 

Gary O'

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Oregon
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considering......






Doing without

Can’t

Life is too short

Actually, it’s too long if doing without

Not talking ‘things’
No, I’m talking events, happenings

Not going anywhere to some shindig
No, just the daily events that happen right by me, right out the door, or even just in the heart

I’ve taken the opportunity to capture some mighty nice sunrises
Some pics of our natural realm
Loved doing it

Yet, I missed them

Too busy with the camera

Had some mighty glorious events occur today

And I just watched
Didn’t run to the camera, fiddling with settings

Just watched

I’m gonna do more of that

Not gonna do without

Life, long or short... is just too good to miss


 

SeaBreeze

Endlessly Groovin'
Location
USA
I can so relate Gary, spent time over the past years fiddling with my camera when I could have cherished the moment of a grizzly glistening in the sun or other awesome nature views. Now, if it's convenient I'll go for it, if not...I just soak it in. :sentimental:
 

Gary O'

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Oregon
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A thread on friends got me to thinking

I’ve got thousands of acquaintances

They are nice, very nice

A comfort

Nothing heavy, just a luxury, a delight, a sometimes shared commonality
And fill many a void on this often stoic planet

But what is a friend?

What is a true friend?

How many have I really got of those?

Guess I’ve been just as guilty as anyone, the way I flagrantly use that term


Came to this;

A friend is already a true friend
They become friends thru fire and ice, so ‘true’ becomes a given,
just an extra word for what already is

I’d rather shovel shit in a ditch with a friend than dine on fine food in the finest of eateries with anyone else

Why? You ask

Because anyone else will be a tad uncomfortable and too conscious of self, and even you,
wherever you may be

…and will never opt to be in that ditch


Whereas a friend will shovel right alongside
Oh, he may flick a bit on you, and remark that you obviously can’t shovel shit with a shit shovel, but there he’ll be, laughing as hard as you, reveling in what others cannot imagine

Because a friend will be there, has been there, will continue to be….there, no matter where

A friend is of more value than fine gold
More a rare amalgam of steel and grit, as one only becomes a friend from trials by fire
Not just show

As far as how many?

One can have too many, it seems

Not everbody can be ‘there’
It’d get crowded



I have one



It’s plenty


Just reread his email he sent yesterday




Made me smile

 

gumbud

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australia
............and I thought YOU said you had to get on with finishing your book.............is all that goin in it?? ha ha ha !! from a friend!!!
 

Gary O'

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Oregon
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............and I thought YOU said you had to get on with finishing your book.............is all that goin in it?? ha ha ha !! from a friend!!!
a version of it will be there (gotta consider the defamation thing)...... my 'friend'

That book has become a multi-headed monster

At some point I gotta let it go and call it done

I'm sending portions here and there to publishers to see if I can get a rise
 

Gary O'

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Oregon
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A little story



There was a girl

A blind girl

Her blindness caused her to hate most everything and everyone

Except her boyfriend

He asked her to marry him

She said she would, but couldn’t bring herself to that

Because of her blindness

Not long after, someone donated a pair of eyes to her

She could see!

The first thing she did, was rush to her boyfriend

And, looked in his face

His eyes were closed

She hadn’t realized he too was blind

He asked her again to marry him

She just couldn’t

His blindness reminded her too much of her past malady

They went their separate ways

Later in life, she found out it was his eyes that were donated



I have learned that folks, all folks, are lessons, living lessons

We oftentimes learn those lessons

But only when we see through their eyes
 

terry123

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Houston, Tx.
Gary, I don't think you have to be physically in a church to appreciate God's creations or have a conversation with him. I grew up in a small Southern town where the Church was almost in our backyard and the parsonage was next door. I realized as a young girl that there were people in the church every Sunday that did not practice what was preached after they left the doors. Me too Maggie!! Nothing wrong with church and I love the Episcopal faith. When I was a child my mother took us to different churches until she settled on the Southern Baptist folks. She was upset when I preferred the Episcopal faith and my sister the Catholic faith. She was happy with hers and I am happy with mine. Still have close friends of all faiths and feel blessed to have them. We respect each others beliefs and don't think any one of them is better than the others. When I visit my sister in La. I go with them to their Catholic church and love it. She does the same when here with me. When my mom was alive we went with her to her church and loved the fellowship she had with her group. I don't go as much now as I used to but still follow the lessons etc online as St Thomas has online services when physically I don't go. To each his own.
 

Gary O'

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Oregon
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Dammit
I've got this flash temper
The last few years I've pretty much had it under control

But it raises it's ugly head from time to time

Lately it's pretty sequestered to blatant ignorance

Not just ignorance

But when one gets a sneering challenge of credence from what you state, and it's completely based on ignorance...it irks the hell outa me

I don't feel any better after writing this

I think I'll lift some weights

brain-pain.jpg
 

Gary O'

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Oregon
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Ever weep?

I've been rather stoic most my life

There's been times I wanted to cry...jus' couldn't muster up anything

I think I've missed out

Not terribly long ago I had a good one

Felt good

Seems it's much like washing a load of clothes
The rinse cycle, rinsing out all the dreck outa one's soul

Happy tears too

Kinda gives one a mental/spiritual freshness

Think I saw Dad go thru this
He never cried any, ever...until his 80s

Can't wait 'til the spin cycle
 


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