Guts and Passion

Where has the passion gone? This question tumbled through my mind like a dried out tumbleweed blown by the desert winds. My mind has become a dry place, and I had to dust off the cobwebs gathering in the corner.Why does this happen from time to time? I’m sailing along life’s highway at a good clip, and I hit a brick wall at ninety miles an hour.

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Covid,Panic and Toilet Paper

The world we knew has dissolved into a chaotic mess. Nothing is the same. Toilet paper and hand sanitizer are a rare species these days. It feels like your going on safari to shop for groceries.

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Fear is a liar

It was windy. We rolled into a camp spot in the Lincoln National Forest that had tall pines and a mountain top view. It was raining; the wind was bending those big trees every which way. I got a small fire going, but our gut kept telling us this was not the spot for us.

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Trashed

    I’m not mincing words when I say its madness how some people do not seem to care or take notice. I see it everywhere I go and especially when I am out in nature. Our parks, hiking trails, and national forests, along our rivers and lakes, have way too much trash everywhere.

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Drama

Is it a show? No.
Is it a play or a show on television? No.
Not in the context I’m writing about. It could be that if I were thinking of a TV series or going to the theater to watch a play.
What I’m writing about will get your blood boiling, especially if you’re a parent. Well, it could have the same effect if you have experienced it in the workforce, but I am leaning more towards the parenting type of DRAMA.

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Christmas Eve stirrings

 Twas the night before Christmas and all through our house, things are being stirred, cookies, candy, and a meat dish from Argentina. The sun is shining, no snow in sight, if I’m not mistaken, Tennessee might be confusing its weather pattern with Florida, at 67* it feels like March instead of December.

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Thanksgiving and all the trimmings

Thanksgiving means so much to everybody. The gathering around kitchen tables laden with food. The air crackling with conversations of yesteryear, how aunt Mabel burned the turkey to a crisp, and that time Christmas ham came to the rescue.

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When silence is Golden

Silence is golden in the early morning hour, just before the sun peaks its first rays over the eastern horizon. No one stirs, and I am sitting on the front stoop of my house sipping on a steamy cup of coffee. The steam rises in the crisp autumn air and disappears somewhere above my head.

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Gratitude

We have all heard the saying “An attitude of gratitude” being grateful is harder than being pissed off at things. Why is that? I ask myself that question multiple times. Are we just wired that way or is something more sinister afoot?

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Who are you?

 Who are you? Who are you really, at the core of your heart?
 This is the question that will bring out the glazed eyes and the drool for most. They don’t know or they are afraid to find out. Walking around with a mask is much easier, safer, less messy perhaps.

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