Well, today is Thanksgiving, and I have some rare alone time in which I can sit and think. Of course, I've spent much of today thinking about all the things that I'm fortunate to have, including all of the intangibles that one might expect when discussing such things. There was lots of talk on that topic earlier when I was visiting with my wife's family, so of course, many things come to mind. I'm healthy, run my own business (that I love), and have a house and two cars. Oh, and a scooter that I could drive if I needed to. I have a pretty cool wife who is finding herself and has yet to kill me in my sleep, and a son who brings such joy to my heart...most of the time. I have just enough money to get noodles now and then. And two absolutely ridiculous pugs. (Boba loves everyone, BeBe seems to just love me.) I have friends for whom I would lay down my life, as they've been there for me every single time I've needed them. You know who you are. And I'm thankful for the last few years that have ranged from wonderful to extremely challenging. Every step of the way has been a learning opportunity, whether the day was fabulous or just a big kick in the nuts...either way I'm grateful for it all.
That being said, I watched a mock-umentary on mermaids today. It was obviously fiction, but it tweaked my imagination and sent me Googling. The show was on Animal Planet and apparently got enough buzz when it came out that the NOAA actually issued a statement regarding the non-existence of mermaids, saying that there is no definitive evidence of their existence. Just centuries of stories.
Do I think they exist? I don't know. I'm not an oceanographer, nor a historian. But my belief (and since this is my blog, I can write about those anytime I want) is that we haven't discovered EVERYTHING about this world of ours. New scientific discoveries are coming to light every day. Things we once thought completely and utterly impossible are commonplace now, and we are constantly learning more and more about our planet.
The ocean is vast. VAST. We can't even begin to search its deepest reaches, all of its darkened places. Considering that we only just discovered two new species of whales in the last decade (yes, whales...giant marine creatures), could it be possible that a race of mermaids might be out there somewhere, intelligent enough or possessed of peculiar abilities that allow them to evade discovery for so long? Hmmmmm. Even a slim chance is still a chance.
I've always believed in possibilities. I like to think that magic is out there...life is far too amazing, too astonishing at times, to be completely mundane. I wonder if the day will come when suddenly some scientist says, 'Holy crap, the Faerie really do exist!' I'd like to see that day, I really would. And if I should ever stumble across a mermaid, faerie, or elf, I'll count myself extremely, crazily fortunate.
By the way, I saw that I had 3 page views yesterday. Who reads my nonsense?? I'm quite curious, so if you're reading my blog, drop me a line or a comment or something. I mean...you don't HAVE to...but I'd like to say thanks for reading my rantings. I kind of appreciate it.
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Just musing.
It's rare that I post here anymore. I generally post things as they happen on my facebook page, pics and comments, the usual, and so I've let this blog sit, unused, for months at a time. I do miss writing, though. It's fun, and helps me impose order on the whirlwind of thoughts that's whooshing through my head at any given time.
I'm 43 now. Wow. When I say that, my thoughts automatically turn towards my physical capabilities and how they compare to what I was what I might have been 20 years ago. I'm fairly pleased, but certainly not satisfied. Aside from that, I think about the fact that I'm inching up on a time when I'll have fewer days ahead of me than behind me. I have no idea when that might be, honestly. My dad lived to be 81 before he finally found a cancer that he couldn't manhandle, so if I were going to only live that long, I'm already on the downhill side. That's a sobering thought, even if I consider that because my lifestyle and habits differ from his, I'll probably hang on a bit longer. I always say that I'm on the 120 year plan because I've just got that much stuff to do.
I think back on the steps I've taken in my life up to this point, the people I've known, things I've done, the places I've been (though I don't travel much), and I think about having an empty slate ahead of me that might be at least as big as the one that holds all of my previous experience. That's one big-ass slate. I've got tons of chalk here, lots of different colors. I've got a stool so that I can reach the highest, far corners of it, and fill that slate with, well, whatever I want. To be honest, the thought of such a vast, pristine board can be a little bit intimidating. But in my finer moments, OH! how wonderful that can be, too!
What do I want that board to look like when I expire? When I look back at the things I've put on that board, what do I want to see? I just had my birthday, and thoughts like this usually come around this time, and I've had many folks ask me if somethings wrong, or am I ok...yes, I am ok. I'm just thinking, and that frown is my thinking face.
Life goes on whether I figure it out or not...it's just up to me to either reach out and make something happen or just drift along, doing the same old-same old.
I must say that I feel something coming. I'm no Sage, or wizard, and I don't pretend to see any future ahead except for goals that I set and pursue, but like the pressure in the air before a storm, I feel a change on the wind. That pressure isn't a bad thing, as storms aren't necessarily bad things at all...a wise teacher once told me that a thing is neither bad nor good, it simply IS. We attach meaning to such things based on our own experience. Well, whatever may be ahead, I think it'll end up a good thing. I plan to make it so, whatever it is. There are a million ways to live a life, and I can only live mine as best I can. So that's what I'll do. And in the end, I'm pretty sure I'll have a pretty interesting slate to look at.
I'm 43 now. Wow. When I say that, my thoughts automatically turn towards my physical capabilities and how they compare to what I was what I might have been 20 years ago. I'm fairly pleased, but certainly not satisfied. Aside from that, I think about the fact that I'm inching up on a time when I'll have fewer days ahead of me than behind me. I have no idea when that might be, honestly. My dad lived to be 81 before he finally found a cancer that he couldn't manhandle, so if I were going to only live that long, I'm already on the downhill side. That's a sobering thought, even if I consider that because my lifestyle and habits differ from his, I'll probably hang on a bit longer. I always say that I'm on the 120 year plan because I've just got that much stuff to do.
I think back on the steps I've taken in my life up to this point, the people I've known, things I've done, the places I've been (though I don't travel much), and I think about having an empty slate ahead of me that might be at least as big as the one that holds all of my previous experience. That's one big-ass slate. I've got tons of chalk here, lots of different colors. I've got a stool so that I can reach the highest, far corners of it, and fill that slate with, well, whatever I want. To be honest, the thought of such a vast, pristine board can be a little bit intimidating. But in my finer moments, OH! how wonderful that can be, too!
What do I want that board to look like when I expire? When I look back at the things I've put on that board, what do I want to see? I just had my birthday, and thoughts like this usually come around this time, and I've had many folks ask me if somethings wrong, or am I ok...yes, I am ok. I'm just thinking, and that frown is my thinking face.
Life goes on whether I figure it out or not...it's just up to me to either reach out and make something happen or just drift along, doing the same old-same old.
I must say that I feel something coming. I'm no Sage, or wizard, and I don't pretend to see any future ahead except for goals that I set and pursue, but like the pressure in the air before a storm, I feel a change on the wind. That pressure isn't a bad thing, as storms aren't necessarily bad things at all...a wise teacher once told me that a thing is neither bad nor good, it simply IS. We attach meaning to such things based on our own experience. Well, whatever may be ahead, I think it'll end up a good thing. I plan to make it so, whatever it is. There are a million ways to live a life, and I can only live mine as best I can. So that's what I'll do. And in the end, I'm pretty sure I'll have a pretty interesting slate to look at.
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