Escaping Vanity

   Taking the time to do for others will surround you with the human spirit. Both from the crowd and metaphysically. I’ve referred to it as photosynthesis for the soul. Be that exterior recognition or self-awareness, the spirit charges up.         Taking on burden. Carrying the cross of another. Sacrificing for the greater cause. However, this works several ways. Moments in time which are spiritually guided toward the downfall of others. Actions which will be interpreted many ways, no matter how popular any one side may be.         Staying up into the late hours having moments you love is rewarding. But, can only keep one going for so long. Like wearing down the auxiliary battery, sleep is inevitable. That’s where the body finds a turbo charge. Do you stay up and enjoy those fleeting chances to make memories?         Some may say, “I’ll sleep when I am dead.” Fact is no ...

          Does it hurt to ask? With the wrong elements come the wrong reaction. Check your chemistry. Atmosphere is of importance. How much? That amount is for you to decide. We have a periodic table, but then we’ve got umbrellas. How much do you let the atmosphere and elements affect you? The importance, the limit each of these things play into your decisions differs with every individual. The expectation or credit assigned to ever aspect.            There are certainly penalties if you bask. The term glory hounds; aren’t these finders and seekers. However, the extended victory celebration comes with the possibility of penalty. There is an expectation of sportsmanship. I remember my father being riled up when any other ACC football team would face Miami (Florida). The showboat style was part of their flare. However, the reward of stopping them or raining out any potential parade? Individu...

Thursday and Friday were spent traveling. Some of the photographs are below. I packed my "writing" bag with a few things, charged my camera up, then took off for Reeds. Perhaps when I feel satisfied with putting together the continental family history I will aspire to extend my hobby to Europe. Michael Craver, the original settler in America As a coincidence I was carrying a book I purchased for my father. I took to the asphalt and headed back towards Northern Davidson. TO my surprise I could not sneak in and simply leave the book. Dad was by the end of, his rather long, driveway. So, I parked with the car running and got out to help him work. We were maintaining the foliage and shrubbery on both sides of the road. How could I turn down a home cooked dinner. I didn't snap any photos of the corn, but it was delicious just the same. Country style steak and we had a great time talking. Then we went back out to work some more. Watering other bushes. Remember these...

Today I visited the Clemmons branch. When I presented a stack of bills in denomination from one to one-hundred totaling $1700, I was asked for my ID.  I've made it a habit, for security purposes not to ever carry a variety of things simultaneously... Never more than one: -Social Security Card -Birth Certificate -Driver's License -Any credit or debit card Now it was unclear, but seemed to be communicated to me that depositing checks was alright without an ID. Of course, I know I can just snap photos and deposit them with my smartphone. This just increases the scope of inconsistency. So, I returned to my car. Now, I have never needed my ID before. Tellers informed me of this change in policy. Yet, I can deposit cash into the ATM a short distance away without an ID. Though I can call the 1-800 number and use my security questions to have them read back any and all banking information to me. You know, the sort of Routing and Account numbers I can use to draft anything to anyo...

Part of a text I sent my mother... Love is a cobblestone road. A beautiful path. Picturesque. But, you could take any piece of it and hurl it as a weapon .

Finding the difference in memorizing a routine with safety against the passion for creativity. My love for surprise and originality can go beyond the limits of good taste because I don't have a box. No hypothetical or established measure that outline going too far. There is a love to be loved. Ingredients for my romance that are great places to start mixing. Instead of limiting my vision to seeing limits and tendencies in her, instead I see potential. Starting points to expand. Concocting ways to be unforgettable. Days with blue skies I want her to clearly see how she shines like a diamond. Rainy days are times to echo my support and hear her dreams. The sun comes around again to energize all that we worked for. I believe these are the reasons that I stand out. A generation of so-called thinkers, and do it yourself people searching for instructional videos. Someone else's recipe will not taste the same for you. Use what you're working with in coordination with a creative...

When the rain unleashes itself, cuts the puppet strings and smothers everything below... Biting the hand that feeds, Storms recur as the world turns. But, the monstrosities of modern day come from our influence. Industry is the performance enhancing supplement man gives to the forces of nature. Formerly, we'd talk of these events only by exaggeration. Then we've changed the world and made the tall tales possible. Cyclones and washouts destroying the civilization that added the strength. Forcing new industrious projects to replace debris. Perhaps as the old is washed away the new will cleanse destructive technologies into brighter options. Things we'd never swap out. Yet, nature does it for us. We have the chance as we rebuild to implement subtle options. Erecting fresh starts with fewer side effects. Nature providing labor, insured to finance the future we choose. So, will the direction take us to spin a vicious cycle? Perhaps we straighten ourselves and our path to a...