Hello friends. Here is a thought--reality is just the bubble we choose to exist in at the moment. ~b
Hello friends. I know I am spoiled, I admit it to all of you. I spent many years on the road all over the US. I had to take care of myself for all those years. Since I left the road and am home every night, my life has changed. My wife and kids do a lot for me now. I bring home the bacon, but my family prepares it, cook it up in the pan, and serves it! LOL. I'm just playing around.
This world is so full of bad news and darkness. I just like to recognize the good things of this life and appreciate the joy found in corners. I hope you will look for the happiness in your home, wherever it can be found. ~b
Hello friends. It is becoming that time of year where many of us go on vacations. The tourist towns will open their doors of welcome. I have been to many tourist towns in my life and it is always enjoyable. It is fun to walk down the streets of an old timey looking community. It is nice to get lost in the nostalgia of these towns—looking in the shops and all the activities a tourist does.
Often when visiting these retro towns I wonder: how neat it would be to live in a tourist community. When the tourists come it would be enjoyable to get caught up in the happiness every day that tourists project. Perhaps if I were independently wealthy that idea would be great but, I suppose in the real world—tourist fantasy is only to be real for only a visit. ~b
Hello friends. There is a bridge that only a few people can see—it kind of shimmers in and our of view for it's protection. I have been walking on this bridge all day. The rain has been falling for hours. I do enjoy walking in the rain. When I came to this bridge, the sign said Bridge to Nowhere. I couldn't believe a bridge could go to nowhere so, I started walking. I don't know how long I have been walking, days, weeks, or months? So far, the bridge continues.
Surely this bridge must pass through populated areas, right? I think this bridge must pass through time and space, which is the only explanation I have. I have been walking alone today. I read the names that are carved in the wood from people who have been this way before me. I wonder how far these people went. I haven't seen so much as a seagull today. Oh look, I see a flock of seagulls in the sky that just appeared. There must be magical qualities to this bridge. I suppose I could think it, and it will appear. That actually explains a lot you see--my mind has been a thousand miles away, I have been thinking over my life; the highs and the lows.
As I have been walking and thinking, the images are so real to me, as if I was reliving those experiences. Full color images, sounds and smells. This bridge is like no other, this bridge must connect all things from the dimensions of life.
I enjoy my solitary journey. I live within the world of my mind. My world has no boundaries or dead ends. If it appears to be a dead end or boundary, I look through the appearance and proceed. I am free to roam the expanse of my mind. I shall continue walking on this enchanted bridge for now, an ice cream cone appeared in my hand what a wonderful fairy tale. ~b
Hello friends. Sometimes stories flow from my mind and other times there is a blank void. I figure my mind is full because when stories flow it is like a file dump and when my mind is blank—that is because my mind crashed from over stimulation. Sometimes I can weave stories all night but working for a living shuts down that option. Kids could probably stay up all night and function the next day. Speaking of kids …
… kids of all ages do give me joy when I see their eyes light up when a story is told. The energy kids have and the endless wonderment they experience warms my heart. Once a kid decompresses from the electronic overload in their lives—that is where the joy is. Their joy becomes mine through the simple things of life.
Sweet dreams when your head hits the pillow tonight. ~b
I am 45 years old, married, and have 4 children. I dream as a child and think as an adult. I try to enjoy every day along this journey.