Summer in the South

Summer in the south is hard. High heat. high humidity. Snakes and poison everything are alive and thriving. However, the summer brings thunderstorms. There is nothing better than the wind through the trees and rain falling through the leaves. Thunder as if One Thousand cannons fire a salute, preceded by lightning so sharp you could slice a tomato. Following these storms there is a respite from the heat for a brief moment of comfort. Here is to summer in the south, for all of it’s suffering it gives a gift of natural beauty incomparable to anywhere else in the world.

Dealing with injury

So we are one day past surgery. Pain is manageable. The Dr pushing pain pills. I have chosen to not use them in my life. I have had a bunch of injuries in my life, some severe and some catastrophic. I have been buried, burned, stabbed and shot. I broke my back in 6 places and walked away. I have never taken pain meds. The loss of discernment and cognitive thought are something I am unwilling to deal with. Pain is a function of healing. Pain let’s you know that you are injured and need to slow down to prevent more. It also allows you to feel the healing process. As the pain diminishes you know you are getting better. The drugs hide the pain and give you a sense of relief. While the pain is merely a psychological signal, you can overcome pain by using the same psychological process. Pain is in the mind and the mind can overcome pain. Focus on task to make yourself well and think only positive thoughts. Pain is real but pain is weak and a strong mindset and perseverance will always overcome pain. Yesterday I was in a halo after having surgery on my cervical spine. Today I am in a brace writing a blog. I am fully aware of my surroundings and able to communicate with my caretaker and watching some educational tv. Be safe, be cautious and if necessary be dangerous.

Days of Repair

As I get closer to the surgical procedure to rectify my current physical decline, Gunny and I have taken this weekend to rest and rejuvenate. Gunny from 2 days and a night at daycare, myself from the constant grind of work. My injury has increased my pain, my work my stress. Today while waiting for the comforter to dry Gunny and I spent an hour outside, him laying with a stick to chew and I in the shade listening to the wind through the trees. These days of relaxation and spending time with Gunny have been a respite from the stress of impending surgery and the grind of work. Gunny has again been a faithful companion and has not left my side. Gunny knows, with the omnipotent psyche of dogs, that I am hurt. He while rolling in the grass would stop to make sure I was ok. As we sat in the shade of the forest, each lost in our thoughts, his were on me. Gunny is a good companion and his friendship is resolute. He ask only for a pat on the head, a bowl of food and the time to lay in the grass and chew a stick. For these small demands I am given a companion, who without thought for his well being would sacrifice his for mine. As the wind blows through the trees, the infinity of the world is brought into focus. The immensity of the physical ailment is carried away on the wind, while close by the most noble creature on earth raises his head to listen, smell and scan to ensure my safety. Thanks Gunny for keeping me sane and grounded as we work towards a resolution of my injuries. When God saw man was in need of saving, he first sent the Dog, then his Son.


Today I was discussing online about the current situation in America. As we see the downward spiral from sanity and morality, I see hard times for the delusional followers of the mob. These people who believe in and are dependent on the elected class to provide their every need will soon see the effects of blindly following along. As goods and services spike in cost, and some become unavailable, who will they turn to. The elected representatives care not for your suffering. These people without resources or means will seek their fortune at your expense. As people get hungry they will turn to those with food for support. When they meet resistance, violence will ensue. We need to take a step back and look around our environment. The elect are trying everything they have to silence, shame and disarm the resistance. Why? The reason is to ensure compliance through suffering. As the base of the elect start terrorizing the general population, they want them as meek as sheep at the shearing house. If you fight back, your a racist. If you speak out you are a racist. If you redress your grievances with the elect, yep your are a racist. These people are starving American born babies to provide for the non citizen. I see a future rife with conflict. Rhetoric and physical violence will soon be the norm as neighbor turns on neighbor for the basics of everyday life. Be aware and prepare yourself now. The objective of the current elect is to change America. I fear they have succeeded and the change is for the worse. This will get worse before it gets better. Find some people and bond now as time is slipping away to get ready. Be Safe, Be Aware and take a personal SitRep.

Thoughts and Moments of Clarity

As we move through our day, interacting with people, we realize everything is simple. Each person, separate from the collective radicals, wants the same thing. Most people irregardless of race, age or any of the other dividers the elite claim we prescribe to want the same things. Peace, Love and safety. Peace not in a world sense, but inner peace, having peace within one’s own mind. Love, not necessarily physical, but love from friends, family and neighbors. Acceptance of themselves as themselves. Safety, not just security, but safety in their homes, person and identity. Being allowed to live, work and live free from oppression and compulsory behavior. Safe in being human! As we slide deeper into infinite control of our words, actions and deeds, we face the fact that there will be no peace. We will be berated to comply endlessly removing the peace of living. There will be no love as friends, family and neighbors turn against each other. There will be no safety as the government increases its demands for compliance and starts to enforce control. No safety to be human, no safety in being alive. We must endeavor to ensure our rights of being a human are kept alive and not stripped by the will of the mob. Speak your mind and find peace in thoughts of freedom and moments of clarity.

Long Days and Hard Times

Another tough week behind me! Many miles behind a windshield, with moments of labor in between. I have traveled to Northern VA, Eastern NC from my home. Day trips to distant destinations. While tiring, I get to see the effects of the current situation. Supply chain issues are real! Limited stock is everywhere. Simple things you take for granted can’t be found. Necessities are now starting to become scarce as well. Long days afford me the opportunity to see beyond my domain and gain a clarified view of the situation that is developing. If you need it you better get it. A long hard day of labor is even longer if you are hungry. Take a ride outside of your domain and see what is really happening to our Home!

The Frivolity of Youth

I have not blogged in awhile as I have been in a large amount of pain from the frivolity of youth. I had a Motto as a young man: “Better to die knowing than to live wondering!” This was the third party decision maker. When the Devil on the left and commons sense on the right differed in their opinion. This phrase was the tie breaker. Surf a Hurricane? Yep! Race a motorcycle? Yep! These two specifically and numerous other ideas have damaged my spine. Well now I know! Numerous broken vertebrae and many years of hard labor are starting to take the toll. Until last week I had no use of my arm or hand. Numb hand and pain in my back that would lay me down. So now we know. While I have been recuperating; and receiving treatment to mitigate the damage; I had time to think about what life experience has done to my body. There is a chance of paralysis, loss of motor skills in my hand and even death. While these are a grim reminder of the consequences of a life of adventure, they simply reinforce the truthfulness of the tie breaker. By never missing an experience or adventure, I have lived a life of knowing! As death is the only guarantee of living, I have lived a life without fear of death and have no remorse of the places i have been or the effects of the injuries sustained. These last few months have been difficult, but every hard day was a day closer to alleviate the pain and debilitation of a life well lived! Drink one for the frivolity of youth! It made us who we are today!!

Life as a Lesson

I had a motto in my youth. Better to die knowing than live wondering! Many an adventure was accomplished by embracing this idea. Surfed hurricanes, storms on mountains never crossed my mind to quit. As I am older now I still try and embrace the idea that fear is a interest on a debt you may not owe! Tomorrow is MRI day to try and determine the cause of my malady. Pain I have never allowed to slow me down has gripped my body. Made my right hand useless for its intended purpose. It seems unfair as you reach an age of maturity when you have knowledge and experience , your body fails and tries to convince the mind you can’t. Only by continuing to drive forward can you change your mind. Take the adversity of youth, the lack of knowledge and fear, and endeavor to persevere. Use your past experience in life. Fight the limits of whatever adversity besets you and drive forward! We will get tomorrow done and meet with a Doctor. We will dictate what path we will follow and advise the doctor what regimen we will take. Better to die knowing than live wondering! Overcome the obstacles no matter the sacrifice or pain! Use your life as a lesson and example for others! Overcome and continue to live a life worth living!! Never allow your pain to control your living!!

Words and Rhythm

I have a problem. Maybe that is a little harsh, I have an issue. Yeah that’s better! Being of a mind to seek escape in language I was always drawn to music. I sang in a talent show in 1st Grade. Every song I have ever heard is stuck in my head. I can hear the first chords and fall right into the lyrics. Drives my wife crazy on road trips! All musical genres are exposed to this recall. I find joy in the rhythmic rhyme of music’s storytelling. Opera, Rap, Rock and Roll, Metal all trapped in a deep recess of my mind, waiting for the chords to strike. See not a problem, more of an issue! Words and rhythm, freedom of expression and talent! Sing as if no one is watching!!

Freedom In Language

I was born in a swamp. Our home was in a place surrounded by water. Bridges and ditches, swamp and tidal flats surrounded us. I spent a lifetime on the water. We swam in the Ocean and the rivers, we survived from the Blue Crab and the Croaker. It was a good time with family. I was given the gift of reading from my Mother, she read to me everyday from the moment I was born till I started school. I found freedom and adventure in the pages of books. Before I started school, I would sit in my Grandfathers lap and read the newspaper articles to him. He enjoyed it very much. When I was nine years old I met a friend of my family. He worked as a Ocean Geographer for the Navy. He was a very interesting and intelligent man. He was fascinated by my ability to speak so effortlessly as a child. He tasked me with reading my first Novel. Chesapeake by James Michener opened my eyes to the world I lived in. The bays, rivers and wildlife of the Chesapeake lived right outside my door. It opened my eyes to the fact that these islands I lived on were really a prison. As I grew I read about places and people so far away. I began to dream of places I wanted to see. Yet trapped in a world of mediocrity and limited opportunity I saw no escape. Then came the mountains. 12 years old standing on my first peak in the Blue Ridge mountains, I felt free of the salt marsh and swamp. Cold clean air and blue skies as far as you could see. This began my journey. I have been all over America and stood on a lot of mountains. Every time I am there I feel freedom. This freedom was planted in my mind as a boy with a book. The language painted a picture of beauty and freedom. When you reach a place and the words reflect what the eye can see it is an amazing experience. Language is used to promote ideas, inspire dreams. Only through the free expression of language can small children trapped on an island escape and reach the tops of mountains. Let us promote the freedom of language. Let us continue to inspire and free the minds of the wanderer!