Traveling....

Traveling is an adventure. Everyone is busy on their own adventures, while you travel on your own. So many different personalities, stories, and backgrounds all jammed together in tight spaces to get somewhere. For anyone else this is wonderful time to kick back, not talk, and maybe get some of the sleep they missed out on the night before, but for me?Well its a chance to gather "intel." not in the spy movie types, but where i can sit in my seat and just immerse myself in the atmosphere. For instance there there were 3 guys that sat behind me on the Sitka to Seattle flight. They had just come in from a fairly long fishing trip in Sitka, and no offense meant, but the smell of fish guts and slime seemed to linger still around their non-shaven appearances and may still cling to their chairs on that specific airline…….They were a very boisterous trio, and though they desperately wanted to separate to the other side of the isle, they were a tight packed group who's laughter seemed to cascade over the chairs.They played poker and B.S for the whole 1hr and 40 minute trip and as they played, they talked. They told story after story of their fishing exploits and the "exaggerated" dream fish that they supposedly caught. They delved into home life only once or twice where the eager listener, (me) learned that all 3 were married. One of the guys went so far as to tell his fellows, that his wife kept calling and calling because she was so upset that he hadn't called. Though anyone can tell that comments were laced with a fairly strong devotion as he kept emphasizing that she probably missed him too much…….The others 2 said very little about their wives but hinted that their wives "missed" them too.. We started our descent over the outskirt islands near seattle and it was like my neighbors tongue was suddenly unraveled….He began to tell me his life story in fragmented paragraphs. He leaned over me to look out the window and pointed out a small island below. then he took a deep breathe and i knew i was in for a tale. He began by telling all about him and wife and when they first moved to the picturesque little town that could only be reached by an old wood ferry. He told about their little house that looked over the road and was the pillar of the community, or part of it anyway :) He gabbed about his 2 kids, that went to the high school in the slightly larger town on the other side of the island and that were now grown trying to be doctors or something with enough money to pay the bills well. This little old man, that smelled of fish,who's bright orange shirt and worn denim coveralls had seen better days, opened up and told me everything in the 20 minutes before touchdown. I have to admit when i had first spotted him coming down the isle i crossed my fingers and begged that he was sitting anywhere else but isle 22b, but by the end God had given me a lesson in not judging a book by its cover. The plane landed and we went our separate ways. We nodded and wished the other well. Yet something had changed, we went back to being 2 random people that talked on an airplane, different roads to take, different lives, different stories but for a moment in time our paths crossed and I walked away the better for it :)

IM back!

I'm back! Its been awhile, but I will attempt to do this thing again... attempt being the key word.... 
As a way to get back into the swing of things I'm going to post a few things that i've written recently and the honest among you should tell me what you think. :P

AHHHHHHHH

Why is that sometimes you say things to help others and in the process you hurt yourself? why is it? That no matter how much your heart may hurt, you refuse to make things strange and say something. They talk about moving on and all i can think about is the past.

The urge to Scream

Today i had to urge to do one thing; scream. I dont know why but it just seemed to build up within me all day until at around 10:00 tonight i finally let go. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

now i feel so much better!

Ironic and Unrelated Items of Discussion

The ever curse of the writer....the lack of something to write about. We are able to be type-writers. We can write about the same thing all the time, but once in awhile we hit the wall on that subject. That is the point of the deepest agony. We have come to the end of the road on that subject and must once again search for the next idea that will last us. This search is the reason that some never write at all. The search is painful and long, and the idea that you will never find another one haunts your every waking hours. Yet the truth remains you cannot continue "beating the same dead horse." So the search commences and the stories lay waiting...

A bit of the Life

When a man is in doubt about this or that in his writing, it will often guide him if he asks himself how it will tell a hundred years hence. Samuel Butler

Today was another day that i could have lived with out a few things in it. As a day it started okay. I got a cup of coffee and got to walk to work with my earphones blowing enthusiasm into my mind and a smile onto my face. Praising God and feeling a tiny part of His great joy in my heart. The wind and the rain swirled and my fingers changed to a purple hew but nothing could touch me. got to work and immersed my self in the tasks at hand.Everything went great.

The very end of my day was the downer. things happen and people react. What do you say to them? the only people you can control is yourself. One must also remember that you and you alone can affect how much damage something can truly do to you. Remember that. People aren't perfect. You aren't perfect. I'm definitely not perfect! But thats okay! Say it with me. " Thats okay!" Remember that. Sometimes people have to help you figure out what flaws you have. Its not comfortable its not nice all the time but in all cases you may learn something. Once you have learned something, never let yourself mope. Do something about it and then find a funny movie or something that makes you laugh and then realize you are okay!!!

This is something i know personally. I know how it hurts and i know how badly you can let it hurt if you do not protect yourself. With God all things are possible, so protect and learn to enjoy every day no matter what. Thats my life and my advice...

Here We Go

The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible. ~Vladimir Nabakov

Write down the thoughts of the moment. Those that come unsought for are commonly the most valuable. ~Francis Bacon

Famous quotes. The easy way to begin something that you are not sure of how to write. They are the bits of wisdom that moves along the fingers that have stalled on top of a pile of emotions and scrambled letters that are eager to escape. For they must escape or the truth and the whole truth will burst forth like fountain to engulf you. These bits of wisdom draw forth the fountain slowly, so no one is overpowered, yet piece by piece the puzzle of thoughts form together the story of a life. So in the end the only reason we have great pieces of literature is because we have been "transformed by the renewing of our minds." ( Bible)