Trying To Make Sense Of It All

   When you sit on the pier at the crack of dawn, it gives you plenty of uninterrupted time to ponder things.  Once again, the eastern sky did not disappoint.  Even though the cloud coverage was scanty (before the storms set in for the day), the beauty was there...so was the peace.  That serenity is the main reason for my early rising.  Today, however, the thoughts were scattered about in turmoil.  Overnight, the alarms on my phone kept erupting like a volcano.  Two murders had occurred and the killer was on the run.  A young lady and the policeman coming to her rescue were both senselessly gunned down.  My brain cannot wrap itself around such violence...such stupidity....such hatred.  What has become of the world?  Where has commonsense gone?  Where has decency gone?  

  As I sat there exhausted from the constant blaring alarms and the heartache of what had occurred, I felt highly grateful for my upbringing.   We were taught right.  We were raised to respect life in all forms.  We were taught to be kind, generous and loving.  We were taught to be hardworking.  If we wanted something, we worked to get it.  Nowadays, it appears that these values are nowhere to be found.  The whole world has gone to pot and the powers that be are doing nil to correct it.  In fact, they seem to be encouraging it.  Sad...very, very sad.  Think I will sit and stare at the sunrise a bit longer.  Too bad I cannot share the tranquility with  the world...but it is probably in too much of a rage to even see it.

Twists and Turns

   If there is any one thing that stands out about living on the Bayou, it is the fact that you can be totally alone and not be lonely.  Many folks ask me how I am not bored being here by myself for so much of the time.  Well, there is too much to do to be bored.  In fact, I would be bored living like other people do.  If my day was spent indoors, in front of a TV or merely doing the same thing every day, my brain would explode!  I am wired to keep busy even when not feeling well.  With the health problems that settled in this past July, my methods of doing things has changed greatly but the chores still get done...life goes on...just differently.

  Early mornings are my favorite time to be out and about.  A certain peace can be found on the Bayou that is nowhere else on this old planet.  Of course, that peace has to be found within before the Bayou can work its magic.  When life offers up a bit of turmoil and the world spins around like a tempest in a teapot, the Bayou brings it all into perspective.  The twists and turns of life spill out somewhere just like the winding streams of the Bayou spill out into the Bay.  If you do not wish to be tossed out into the mass chaos, then stick to the calm waterways.  

  The winding of the Bayou was clear as I stepped outside the other morning.  The sunrise was spotlighting the twists and turns as it glinted off the rivulets of water and mudflats.  I knew it was to be a magical day...I just knew it.  The Bayou does not lie.  Not a boring day here...ever!

Battlefields of Thoughts....Strange

  Have you ever just let your imagination wander where it wants?  I let mine fly about the universe and back just so I am not bored.  I think this is probably a personal tics as a eccentric sort of person.  Yes, I have been labeled as eccentric and that is ok considering what folks could call me.  I suppose that I am a bit unconventional in some ways and so the imagination usually wins out when I am the least bit bored with a day. Let it fly!  It takes a grand imagination to get those creative juices flowing.

  I was flipping through some of my older photographs this afternoon when I came across one that sort of stuck out like a sore thumb.  No, it was not a bad picture by far...it was just different.  My camera sees a lot of horizons as sunrise and sunset settings seem to be ideal for meditation.  These are my quiet times so it is only fitting preserve the views.  The photograph in question is of a sunrise of a couple of months ago.  It was only today, however, that I found the picture intriguing.  In my brain, the wheels started to turn and soon the seemingly serene setting turned to one of turmoil.  The horizon was now a battlefield of good and evil.  Why?  I have no clue but it appeared that the clouds were at odds with one another and an epic clash was taking place.  Dark grey clouds barely rumbled across the pine trees while tall brilliant orange columns lunged towards each other in conflict.  The weather was at war with itself. Dragons in battle. Hmmm...what a strange thought.

  I am not sure just why my thoughts turned to skirmishing weather fronts but it did make for an interesting few minutes.  The horizon gives me a never-ending, ever-changing bit of scenery.  It is the perfect backdrop for any number of creative projects.  Lets just hope none come to being a battlefield for my thoughts.