Stay or Change

a splendid adventure

curveballs.

The white and red stitched round blazing through diamond dust headed right for its leather home.

Curveballs start off at one height, one velocity, one direction. You see it, prepare for it, make adjustments to your position to make contact with it, and then it does what every good curveball does. It drops.

The thing about curveballs is you don’t know it’s a curveball till it’s, well, curved. Changed its direction, dropped a few inches, thrown you off your game. At that point there’s nothing you can do to change its direction or make it do what it seemed like it was doing before.

Once the curveball has revealed itself to be the curveball you were not expecting, you have a choice.
You can keep your position and go out swinging, maybe get lucky and tip it off.
Or, you can change positions, drop your chin, and go in…

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Summer Pleasures

spanishwoods

photo by Wolfgang Stearns photo by Wolfgang Stearns

afternoon storms
ice cream outside
the sound of children playing
all things green
bird calls in the morning
sunrise at 5:15 am
sunset at 9:30 pm
the smell of cut grass
coffee on the balcony
boats sailing on the river
sleeping with the windows open
misty morning fog

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Seven Decades and Counting

“There is a high possibility that you won’t be able to do at 70 what you were doing at 40 that you won’t be physically capable of performing the same tasks with the same ease and velocity.” Originally published by Anna Catherine: Blog Down and Out in the 21st

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The Small Things in Life

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My time of the year, rainy season!! Living in a tropical country means adjusting to having only two seasons, dry and wet. For me the rainy season is the most enjoyable time of the year. The weather is cooler, always a slight cooling breeze during the day and night. Like most of the homes in Nicaragua mine has an old-fashioned tin roof, which to me is the best sleep aid ever during rainy season. When I was a kid growing up I spent a lot of time on the farm of my mother’s parents. The farm was up in the Blue Ridge Mountains, specifically not far from a little place called Burke’s Fork, Va. It too had a tin roof, and my sleeping quarters was the loft room, which was small, but still roomy directly under that old tin roof by only a few feet. When it was raining hard it was a bit loud on the ears, but when it was a slow, gentle rain it was the most relaxing, soothing sound in the world. Even though it has been about 60 years since those days, I still experience those same feeling of being at peace with the world, and myself,  when I am laying down listening to the rain pattering on my roof.

My point here is everyone should slow down their life, take a long look at yourself asking “What are the small things that would make life better for me?” Is it a tin roof beating to a gentle rain? We all go through life wanting to be successful, get ahead in our professions, and take care of our loved ones. While traveling that road of life we tend to forget to also take care of our self! We forget those small things we felt, enjoyed and experienced when we were kids because now we are adults with responsibilities. I suggest to you that take a few minutes of honest self-evaluation, then you will remember, and maybe find a few new, small things that would make life much more enjoyable. Something like my old tin roof…..

john T’s words of wisdom….Learned the hard way, but no less enjoyable at this time