Tempests Follow

"All ready as it's going to be dear!" Berta announced as she walked in. Lori had tried to take notes of some kind about some thoughts, yet all she had written were a few one liners. Looking up and smiling at the woman she was lightly ripped but in a state of euphoria for some reason. Just the perfect balance of tired and influences. Berta looked down at her and hoped she could make it up to the apartment. So this is the one huh? she thought silently once more, she shook off the saddening emotion that set in and smiled back at Lori. "Now tell me about this story you are stuck on?" She inquired as it being the first next thing she could think of. "Women, " Lori said almost like a drunken sailor complaining about his wives. "The habits that have been a part of their lives, and what that means as they age..." "A sort of, if you do this, it's a good thing, or this and it is a bad thing. The secrets that successful women incorporate into t...

There is one line from the old movies and literature that stands out at times. This brave new world has been used countless times in many stories. It is more than a pity that that same line cannot be used to describe our story, our times. There will always be a lack of context as passions and self-righteousness rule our beliefs, our intelligence and our moral comapasses. There will always be this side and that side and all of those in between. To speak of anything today is to open a can of Pandora's worms and the connectivity of actions, laws, ideals, beliefs, educations and experiences. The Einstein in us knows that to adapt to change is a sign of intelligence, the only thing is, the change is happening at a rate either too much or too minute for us to adapt to it. Very few will see the shade of blue fading, or the sights changing around them anymore with all of the bells and whistles going off. Lost in all the noise though is change, real and undeniable change that happens wh...

 Acceptance and Tolerance I know some of you have been following my story for some time, others not so much and others really don’t care. Whatever you have gleaned from my pieces on my recovery, the one thing that cannot be mistaken is the novelty of my first five years. It is within that novelty, and that constant reaching and trying that has left me here. Smothered with perceived acceptance and tolerance, little understanding and utter silence. I walked into my first meeting with a cane and three herniated disks in my back, a broken bone in my pelvis and sciatica that would drop the biggest tough guy. Not only did I have my alcoholism to get a handle on, but I had to jump through the hoops of a pain management clinic I am still with today, and a number of other issues. Now I can’t say my troubles are more or greater in difficulty than others, I am just saying that there is a novelty of it, one that has been missed and misplaced for a long time. I have brought this up bec...