Be Like Water, My Friends. 

Be Like Water, My Friends. 

Bruce Lee once was quoted during an interview talking about how water becomes the shape of its surroundings. It is smooth, and refreshing. 

But, I want to caution you against too much of a good thing. Even water, though it be smooth and cool, flowing like a river over time, it can erode even the harshest of rocks. It can turn the sands of time into dust. 

Be like water, my friends, but be careful to not erode the beauty and strong structures placed in your life for protection. 

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3 Days Of Quotes. 

3 Days Of Quotes. 

I was recently nominated by specscladeyes to do a 3 days of quotes. I am also supposed to nominate 3 other bloggers to do the same. However, I don’t know of 3 other bloggers who would definitely follow through with this task, so if you wish to join in the fun, please do so. I nominate all who may read this. 

We all have our own opinions and it is very rare to find two individuals who agree whole-heartedly on every option of every opinion ever formed by either of them. 

You are an original, just like everyone else. That is another quote I find amusing. And they go hand in hand. In my opinion, any way. 

We are all originals and no two people will ever look at anything from the exact same viewpoint ever. In order for that to happen two individuals of exactly the same height would have to stand in exactly the same spot in exactly the same position. Physics is trying to work this out through quantum physics, and yes, some particles have been found to do these traits, but humans cannot. 

We are each individuals with our own experiences and it is very rare that we believe we are wrong. Enter arguments. Enter reasons for battle. And mostly, enter the male ego! I am a male, so I can say that. You may have a different opinion, and you are wrong! HA! 

But seriously, one of the most funny men of comedy said this once and I found it deeply profound, true and most of all, funny. Laugh a little, my friends. Put down the opinions and shake hands, or hug, or just say good job, it’s more hygienic these days. But love each other. We all have opinions and we are never going to agree whole-heartedly on anything in this world until it is proven as fact, like gravity. Drop something from a tall building, it will always fall. We can all be right someday when the world joins together as one humanity. And that will be a glorious day we all agree. 

Let Go!! 

Let Go!! 


So many people only tip toe up to the edge and stop. 

What would happen if we lost sight of the edge? 

Would we lose ourselves and all that we love? 

Or could we possibly find a deeper meaning for ourselves in the unknown? 

The next time you find yourself at the edge, the edge of a crossroads, the edge of a major decision, the edge of your sanity, the edge of an unknown journey, take the leap of faith and go beyond the edge. You may be pleasantly surprised how far you can really go. 

More Inspiration!!!

More Inspiration!!!

I need to write more today, but what??! Where can I get inspiration? A friend who’s writing I quite enjoy, spiritual dragonfly, is doing this writing program a lot like The Daily Post, it’s called The Sandbox Writing Challenge. Seriously, go check out Spiritualdragonfly and then go check out The Sandbox Writing Challenge. 

I looked through the first assignment post and it is an assignment to help you get to know yourself better, what are your seven favorite colors, questions like that. I will be going back to find even more inspiration so my inspiration can flow through to each of you. 

As I was reading through it I began to think of one of my favorite literary films of all time, Dead Poets Society. My favorite scene has to do with the inspiration of a photo of Walt Whitman. Todd Anderson seems lost throughout the film and unsure of what path he should take. Apparently at the end he takes advice from Robert Frost and takes the path least travelled by. 

Anyway, I got to thinking about that film and that scene and I realized there is a great many people aching with desires to come out of each and every one of us! Sure, I am a blogger, but I am a blogger who has a no quit, full force ahead, and take Jesus with you attitude! 

You may be a blogger who takes photographs, or writes poetry, or a blogger with a business mind. Be whomever you are and don’t be afraid to reach down and search for it! Follow the example of this scene from A Dead Poets Society-

And never forget the words of Walt Whitman- 

I sound my barbaric YAWP over the rooftops of the world.

Walt Whitman

Perfect Strangers

Perfect Strangers

Unexpected GuestsYou walk into your home to find a couple you don’t know sitting in your living room, eating a slice of cake. Tell us what happens next.

As often happens, I arrive home before my wife. My disability requires that I don’t work extra long hours, so I often have much more time at home than my wife. As I enter the house, from a short shift at my job and running a few errands around town, I roll through our front door to see a man and a woman sitting calmly, feet planted firmly on the carpet, their shoes places nearly by the door in front of my niece’s kitchenette. Both of them have their hands placed gently on their knees hands facing down, all fingers visible as if to say, ‘we come in peace’. They are both dressed nicely, like a ‘Men In Black’ style, but something seems more ‘Matrix’ to me about this scene. I really hope they don’t erase more of my mind than time already has, but I am ready to follow the white rabbit down the rabbit hole. 

‘Holy Canoli!!!!’ I exclaim as their presence surprises me. ‘Who are you and what do you want? And where did you get chocolate cake???!!’ I shout in a concerned and upset tone. ‘We needed time away from our kids and you and your bride are awesome people! We brought the cake from Walmart. Their bakery lady makes awesome cake! You know, the lady with the fiery red hair?’ 

‘Well, I hate to disappoint you both,’ I say, ‘but, my wife doesn’t even get off work for a few more hours and we are between grocery trips right now, so I can offer you soup, eggs, milk, bread, or an Icee Pop, or water. We were not expecting guests at 2pm in the afternoon, and usually, most couples leave their KIDS with us! Where are the kids?’ I ask. 

‘We left them at home.’ The man says. The woman still has yet to say a word. ‘So, you needed to get away from the kids, abandoned them in your own home, and just randomly chose THIS HOUSE to crash in???!!’ I am getting kind of upset at this time and I lose my temper, ‘HOW IN GODS GREEN EARTH DID YOU GET INTO MY HOUSE????!!!’ All I get for a response is, ‘we have our ways.’ Very secretive couple here and I still have no clue who they really are!! 

The woman finally speaks, ‘Rolling Blogger, we haven’t been at all honest with you.’ She continues, ‘we don’t have any children and we are not here to get away from them. We love all children and see them as gifts from God. We cherish them. All future children depend upon you! No, the reason we are here is the writing. Your writing!’

 ‘My writing?’ I ask, concern growing in my voice again as we live in a time of censorship and stealing of ideas. ‘It’s MY writing! Not yours! What do you want with my writing?’ She is obviously the diplomatic one in this couple, she gently touches my hands and looks into my eyes and softly says, ‘your writing on Rolling Blogger has begun to change the world in ways you will not fully understand for quite some time. Shakespeare, Hemingway, Thoreau, Faulkner, George Orwell and so many more we haven’t time to mention– amateurs compared to your gift!’  

I find it interesting that she stopped with Orwell and used his first AND LAST name!! Why had she done that? This was truly like a scene out of 1984, Big Brother has been watching!! ‘Ok. You have stroked my ego and built me up enough! I am no writer compared to these great story-tellers, poets and wooers of women! What do you want?’ 

The man chimes in again, they obviously have their roles down in this conversation as if they know how it will play out, ‘We are from fifteen years in the future and we have seen what you become! And it all begins with your book, My Role Within My Roll.’ I interupt the man, ‘How did you know about that?! I am nowhere near done! I haven’t even thought of that book in over a year since I started Rolling Blogger and my writing has been noticed all over the world!’ ‘We know,’ says the man. ‘that’s why we are here. We want to buy Rolling Blogger from you. You will still have creative mastery over the blog, but we have a team in place that will write for it. You will still receive any and all payments and royalties from its success, but WE NEED THAT BOOK!! Society is dependent upon its completion and soon! You will be handsomely compensated for your time.’ 

I accept a check for $500,000 and turn over the writing of Rolling Blogger to this team from the future. The date was December 15, 2015. Within 8 months of their visit I complete the manuscript and turn it into a publisher that has been on board since the visit of the couple. It is published in late 2016 and rises to unbelievable popularity. I am handed the reigns of Rolling Blogger once again and I can now call myself a well accomplished world renouned writer!!! And this is how it all began, a simple visit from two strangers. 



I am a night owl, an insomniac. I admit, my wife caught me earlier tonight catching a nap in the living room of our home. And now, I am awake and she has gone to sleep in our room. 

We are fans of Essential Oils and we have found that Lavendar helped me fall asleep for a while, but then my old habits kicked in again. I stay awake for at least a couple hours after my bride has drifted off to dreamland where I hope she finds peace and happiness. Me? I am awake blogging my thoughts with the air purifier whirring gently in the living room. 

Tonight on my mind is gentle lullabies. I have a few ways of staying awake, but to fall asleep, nothing beats soothing music. These are some of my favorites–

1. Common Threads by Bobby McFerrin.

2. Return To Pooh Corner by Kenny Loggins.

3. Somewhere Over The Rainbow by Israel kamakawiwo’ole.

4. The Rainbow Connection by Kenny Loggins.

5. Lullabye (Goodnight my angel) by Billy Joel.

6. Come What May from Moulin Rouge.

7. Your Song from Moulin Rouge.

8. When We’re Together by Mark Harris.

9. The Marriage Prayer by John Waller.

10. Homesick by MercyMe.

11. Word Of God Speak by MercyMe.

12. Heart Of Worship by Matt Redman.

13. Listen To Our Hearts by Steven Curtis Chapman and Geoff Moore.

14. Air On The G Sting by Johann S. Bach.

15. Four Seasons (Winter) by Vivaldi.

16. Mozart And Memories by Trans Siberian Orchestra.

17. Beethoven’s Last Night Full Narration by TSO.

Well, this is by no means a full list, but you have well over three hours of music on this list if you listen to it fully. Sweet dreams and may your dreams one day become reality that will chase your nightmares away. 

Taking The School Out Of Schools.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The New School.”

Schools today find it necessary to impart competition upon young minds. Do it better, faster, and stronger than the competition.

They have done away with music and the arts and replaced it with Common Core. What they fail to realize is that when talking about people there is no such thing as a common core. That would have to go.

We are all created so diversely that any real ‘schooling’ is difficult at best to impart upon young minds. We here in The United States are hardly united upon this topic.

If I was granted the opportunity to create a school from the ground up I would not build a building. We have this preconceived notion that schooling must take place in a location with teachers, rooms, computers and desks. Why? Why can’t children be taught business? Why can’t they be taught a variety of things that will cause them to seek out constructive things they may not even know they enjoy? 

I spent 12 years of my life wasting time in a variety of buildings from 8am until 3:30pm and for what? To drop out of college three times before I realized I actually like learning! I actually like thinking. I like dissecting things and thinking of new ways to solve problems. Our children are not taught that. 

I was taught complete these math problems and timed test and get them all right and you will get a prize. Read a certain number of books and we will give you a pizza! Know what that is? STUPID!!! Reward thinking does not cause learning! It causes children to do anything to get ahead. 

And it is the same with punishment. I once had a teacher who asked me to write a sentence 200 or something times at home that night because of something I did wrong. I went home, I typed the sentence out once on the computer and copied it 200 times and printed out the pages. What was that? Stupid and a waste of time! This same teacher duct taped a kid to his chair when he got up for recess a few seconds before the bell. In today’s society we would call that abuse! 

The risk/reward method of thinking in school is so archaic that I can’t even wrap my head around it. We need to stimulate the youth to want to make a difference. How do we do that? Create imagination. I would create opportunities. 

When I was a kid I never got to play sports in school because I was in a wheelchair. I became a band a choir geek. We took trips to local retirement centers to play or sing for the shut-ins. I would still employ this method today. Kids need to be made aware that there is a whole community no matter where they are and they have to make a difference in it. Not only was I allowed to make a difference in my community, but through band and choir I got to take trips! Washington D.C., New York City, Orlando, Florida. I have seen them all. 

I would still use convential methods in my school too, but they would be encompassed by imaginative thoughts. Anything can bring inspiration. We need to stop taking away all the children’s inspiration and creating carbon copies. We are not meant to be just another brick in the wall. 

To any children reading this I tell you branch out! You were never meant to be a churned out carbon copy that just goes into society to make money for someone else. You were created to create, inspire, grow, adapt, learn and make the world a better place! That would be the motto of my school.