Tempests Follow

 ​​I had to apologize to my Father yesterday, he passed away in 2000. I had just had coffee with a friend, and we discussed everything under the sun and then some. As I left I felt a strong sense of remorse, I stopped and looked up and said my piece. I don't know why either was my last thought... I have always had heroes, and even though I was too young to understand, I knew from the start that my Dad was one of them. He was a soldier and a war hero, along with all the rest of them from my childhood and younger years. The white hatted Cowboys and the colorful supermen and women. Bionic or biological, tough or just pushed too far, there were always heroes to be found. A sense of belief if not in the character, a belief in the principles are found and admired. In that framing, a belief also came that I could aspire to be anything... and that I could succeed. The heroes and beliefs I formed through those years would not leave me, rather though they would be tempered with time.

Hopefully soon I can get to cleaning and stirring this thing up some more. Editing pieces and getting more content typed in, I still have a stack of old stuff to add. :)

 Sometimes getting caught up in the moments of your life will paint it with colors that just don't apply to the real pigments of it. The too much of one shade or another creeps in on the carefully blended ones and it leaves a less than appealing shade. In the last few years the painting is happening around the clock and the real colors of life have taken their place and there is no more painting over them. While these colors and shades have been around all along, they have recently began to bleed out, in some cases quite literally. The atmosphere of a country at a focal point, its people ready for change, and equally ready their own personal manifest destinies. You could claim a massive lack of understanding from all corners, ignorance, and divisiveness. You could claim cronyism and unfair advantages, cheating and illegal activities, it's the government, it's those people, it's business...Whatever the basis for the blame or the belief, understanding or lack thereof, t

The human universe is vast and varied, and every now and then I like to use my unique neuron firings to try to examine this story of us. Apologies for its length, the thought was easier to see than the explanation of the thought. Rituals, traditions, there is a definite large scale change happening to our collective consciousness and I am not sure if we can always recognize that. To do so would mean to step outside of our little spheres and look at the entirety for the patterns. We are always told not to forget history or we are doomed to repeat it. The curious thing is though we seldom rewrite that history with what we know now. The classic human reaction is to lock in those events and thoughts of that time and there it is, that's our memory of it, or our belief. Throughout life we collect a good sized pile or two of these memories and beliefs, these automatic reactions more than anything else. Most of what we learn and accept in society today has come about out of a ritual pr