But first, coffee

With my morning coffee, I sit here, behind this screen, doing something awfully familiar ... wondering! I feel like the greatest of minds wonder, not to say my quality of wonders are even remotely in the same playing field of the greatest, but to wonder is absolutely critical to evolution (in my opinion). In order to learn, one must be curious. In order to receive answers, one must come up with questions. Here are a few of my wonders on this sunny California morning:

I wonder why it takes an unfortunate event or catastrophe to bring us into (clearer) focus with our lives. It's almost like we are unaware that from the moment we are born we are only dying and so is everyone and (nearly) everything around us. Why wait until something we already know could/will happen, to set our intentions/labors/goals back on the "right track?"

I wonder if hypocrites realize their title, not publicly, but privately. In that case, I wonder if anyone realizes their real attributes. I wonder if this wonder is too subjective.

I wonder how much of the unknown I miss out on each day; whether it's because I choose one activity over the other or because I take route A to work as opposed to route B, so on and so forth. What this unknown could consist of is just too fascinating not to wonder about.

I wonder why I'm yet to find something that lasts semi-forever or stays in the same shape, quality, and consistency of its first day. Everyone/thing I've ever met and/or touched has depreciated. At least I've always found a cause why it has. You should know, I don't rule out the smallest of small explanations.

I wonder why not enough people appreciate the mad people in this world. Before I go any further, I will clarify that by "mad" I do not mean to say a category of people who inflict any type of physical pain on any living organisms. Why do we put so much faith in large groups of numbers? Why do we always automatically feel comfortable trusting the majority? In most cases (and in my opinion), I sense the majority is just a good herd of sheep that has been conveniently brain washed by a higher (usually more intelligent) person or situation.

Don't Ask Me About Stolen Rum

 

some GREAT advice



My wish to you ...

A Daughter's Note to her Mother: My wish to my mom on this Mother's Day is that she realize that my love for her wasn't created when she gave me life like most scientists like to suggest, nor was it when she was there for me at every turn .. nope I refuse to believe it was any of that monumental stuff. As far as I'm concerned, all the Hallmark cards have it wrong. My wish to the woman who is responsibe for every breath I take is for her to understand it was that cozy house, the delicious meals, the smirky laughs, warm hugs, nonjudgmental reactions and tough discipline that made me fall in love with her. It's easy to give birth, it's also easy to plot yourself at a person's disposal. The content of a person runs deep in the smallest of reactions and gestures that we often look past, just as often as we probably look past the amount of gratitude we owe our mothers. And, so, with that being said my wish to my mom is that she understands that I not only think of her once a year when May flowers are blooming, but with every little something she does for me, every big day of my life.

We're All Related, Just Not By Blood

Whenever I find a NOUN (person, place or thing) I can relate to, I feel a sense of calm wash over me. In today's case I came tumbling on "UNDER THE COVERS" a blog on tumblr. Please check out her absolutely raw, real, romantic, ruthless, ready for your eyes posts.

http://-piccadilly.tumblr.com/post/4409378014

Oh and here are a few of my favorites



Growth is your Best Friend

Thank you technology. Without you, I wouldn't have been able to see my dear friend's face from approximately 2,790 miles away and without you, I wouldn't have been able to have this wonderful feeling of pure and legitimate content in my heart.

If you're among the population of people who have been blessed and yes, emphasis on BLESSED to have gone through any type of emotional trauma, then by all means read on. If you are of the latter and have been blessed to live a life of Utopian nature, feel free to click the tiny 'x' at the top of the screen and continue on with your rainbow infested life.

Pain victims, take a second to think about the utmost worst time in your life. Think, think, think. Ok, now stop. Here's where you ask yourself if you're still the same person as you were when you were encountered by that situation. If a tiny midget doesn't pop up in your head waving flags with numerous descriptions, facts and statements of why you're no longer that person then you haven't truly given your situation a makeover to become a blessing. It's true that life is what you make of it and everyone has the ability to decide whether they want to be an optimist or a pessimist. Yes, all this is true, but despite these decisions, there are those of us who not only get by with a tough situation, but use it to come out truly a stronger person. Not a stronger person because we allowed time to pass by and the situation to dissolve, but because we picked up the ugly hurt and smacked some beauty on it and made it look better than it ever thought it could. Hmm, chances are I've lost you by now, but my simple point isn't that we turn unfortunate circumstances into blessings, but rather we turn them into blessings that we grow from. Permanent, truthful, real, authentic for the better growth. This is the true definition of a blessing. Not winning the lotto, not getting by life with no scars, but taking those scars and altering yourself to be a greater and grander you who can bring greater and grander things to the people you surround and the society you live in.