his tea went cold

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the sun came up on a beautiful summer morning

he watched the spectacle from his bedroom

his wife slept soundly

she wore an eye pillow to prevent light waking her

he got up, moving slowly to not disturb her

hot tea was his priority

taking his tea out to the deck so he could look over the water

ospreys were flying in the bay

watching the ospreys nest building

laying twigs on a platform in the bay

the couple worked in relays

relentlessly adding more to the nest

some of the twigs fell into the water

they were undeterred

they kept building in relays

flying back to a tree on the waterline

landing on a fixed branch

then taking off and ripping it off the tree

sometimes the branches were really big

the bird could hardly fly with it

but they kept on going

the instinct to reproduce is intense

they wanted to make a nest

they wanted to raise babies

his thoughts wandered

he went back inside the bedroom

gently arousing his wife with a kiss

“it’s too early in the morning” she screamed

she rolled over and buried her face in the covers

he went back outside to watch the nest building

his tea was cold

the ospreys continued to nest-build

he threw away the cold tea

made another hot cup

went inside to watch sports on TV

he put the TV on max volume

soon after she started to text

“turn it down”

he turned off the TV

went for a walk

He met a beautiful lady walking

they got talking about ospreys

he never returned home

the ospreys raised a family

His tea never went cold again

Just another day

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Another sunrise 

Just another day

People waking

Bleary-eyed

Rushing to work

Oblivious of nature 

Consumed by consumerism 

Blinded by television 

Deafened by commercials

Accepting corporate lobotomy 

Chasing the next dollar

There are some who:

Stop to look

Ponder in awe

Savor the moment

Appreciate the beauty 

Feel the love

Embrace the joy

Experience simple pleasures

Listen to music

Appreciate art

Make intelligent conversations 

Share genuine feelings 

Nibble real chocolate 

Sip fine wines

Give strong hugs

Love their friends

Know what matters

Volunteer their time

Care for nature

Talk to animals

Leave a legacy 

Phobias

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Fear is a basic human emotion. It can be instinctive like not wanting to be part of the food chain in the jungle or more societal as in the fear of being rejected by a group or an individual.  We love to put labels on everything which has led to a wide range of fears being called phobias.  Here are the most common phobias:

Arachnophobia – Fear of spiders

Ophidiophopbia –  Fear of snakes

Acrophobia – Fear of heights

Some unusual ones:

Xanthophobia –   Fear of the color yellow

Turophobia – Fear of cheese

Coulrophobia –  Fear of clowns

Does this mean that people who are afraid of yellow dressed clowns eating cheese are suffering from Xanthoturocoulrophobia?

Let’s assume you have a very unusual phobia like the fear of being given the wrong change in a store on Thursdays when its raining. Your Doctor tells you that there is no name for your phobia but to come back in two weeks while he applies for phobia registration.  

However, you really  want to share your phobia with friends or new people you meet at a cocktail party. It’s pretty cool to say you have changowetthursphobia but less exciting to say there is no name for it.   You are probably wise to avoid meeting anybody until you get your phobia name from your doctor.

It could start a whole new way of finding your ideal partner- 

speedphobia dating, matchphobia.com and newphobiabeginnings.  

If it’s raining on a wet Thursday, just remember to give the exact amount of money for your in-store purchases.

temporary custodians

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Kids are very perceptive

They pick up on things

Even when you try and shield them from harm

I remember being in New York on 9/11

My kids were at school in Manhattan 

They were teenagers and well informed

It was easy to tell them what was happening

They saw TV images of the towers collapsing

After multiple showings I unplugged the TV

There was no need for them to see it over and over

We discussed what was going on

That was the easy part of parenting

But then came the difficult questions

Why did people deliberately crash planes into buildings

Its hard to answer the why when you do not know yourself

I feel for those with young children today

Trying to make them feel safe

After seeing such graphic violent scenes

From the Capital on Jan 6th

They will naturally want to know why

Any well thought out but slightly lame answer 

Will prompt them to ask why again

After three or four whys from them

You will run out of facts to share

Opinions will start to come out

Sharing your opinions shapes the way your kids see the world

They are the citizens of the future

We are simply temporary custodians

Our job is to not to screw it all up for them

the ultimate snowbird

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summer has peaked

mornings are crisp

heavy dew lingers

waiting to be burned off

but the sun is hungover

from intense summer partying

he sleeps in longer now

rising late from the ocean with a weary yawn

creeping further south each day

making a smaller arc across the sky

depositing less daily energy on these lands

than he did the day before

he is the ultimate snowbird

heading south for the winter

in a few short months

we shall follow him 

another wave crashed in

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she watched the wave crash onto the beach

the rolling surf pounded the wet sand

exploding in a spray of white foam

energized water from the wave surged forward

running up the sloping beach

defying gravity until it ran out of steam

reluctantly sliding back down

swallowed up by the angry sea

the beach barely had time to take a breath

before the next wave crashed in

she let her thoughts wander between waves

thinking back to all the bad things she had done

another wave crashed in

regrets for all the poor decisions she had made

another wave crashed in

remorse for all the heartbreaking she had caused

another wave crashed in

wishing she had never rejected the one who really loved her

another wave crashed in

realizing that the affair was the biggest mistake of her life

another wave crashed in

her illicit lover had dumped her

another wave crashed in

she was totally alone now

another wave crashed in

she accepted her punishment

another wave crashed in

sentenced to eternal waves of sorrow

another wave crashed in

A guide to being honorable in the chaos of today’s world

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Have a strong sense of values

stand up for what is right and clearly identify when something is wrong

be authentic and lead by example

don’t get involved in unscrupulous activities

Help other people

if you feel safe, stop for those in need at the side of the road, don’t wait to be asked

be compassionate to those who ask for help

volunteer for a cause 

be a good listener

be charitable

don’t expect something in return

Keep your promises

always deliver and do it well

Earn it

work hard for your paycheck

don’t expect to get something for free

be respectful to others at ALL times 

Be honest

always tell the truth when asked

be tactful when the truth will hurt others

Be a mentor

show others the right path to take

be available to answer their questions

    give encouragement when due

Nobody is perfect

try to improve on your own flaws 

don’t always point the finger at everybody else’s flaws

Do not humiliate others

resist the temptation to mock those who are embarrassed

Be a good loser

shake hands with the person who beats you at sport, in a sale or a competition

be sincere in your congratulations

kayaker with a purpose

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Kayak glides gracefully

Over still waters

Wandering and exploring

Blending into nature

Stealthy expert paddling 

Making no sounds

Swan like grace

Ballerina on water

Still morning beauty

Birdsongs fill air

Kayaker pushes on

Perfect paddling rhythm

Animals are spellbound

Kayaker looks innocuous

Overgrown river bank

Deer cautiously drinking

Kayaker stops paddling

Lifts a bow

Arrow rapidly fired

Deer takes hit

Deer takes flight 

Kayaker walks inland

Following blood trail

Drags deer back

Package from kayak

Inflated in seconds

Deer on raft

Towed behind kayak

Blood stains river

Hunter paddles home

Peaceful scenes over

Kayaking ballerina killer

Fights in the pantry over me

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I have never had to diet that much in my lifetime

up to the age of forty, my weight was constant

despite whatever I ate or drank

I developed a love for bread and potatoes

it was a lot of fun for a while

until my weight started to creep up slowly

I took up running to burn off some extra calories

and I briefly cut out bread and potatoes to get my weight back down

then it stayed constant for a long time

well more or less constant

I would always come back from vacations a few pounds heavier

a week of light eating got it back down to ‘normal’

my love affair with bread and potatoes resumed

around the age of fifty, I developed severe knee pain

my doctor told me to give up running completely

so I bought a bike and hit the road

I was soon cycling 100 miles a week

I was burning off a lot of calories from intense cycling

so much that I could eat and drink anything I wanted without weight gain

bread and potatoes became my lovers of choice

I sustained this lifestyle for more than a decade 

my bread and potatoes love fair continued 

until I got Covid with follow-on complications

never-ending cycles of colds, sinus infections, and bronchitis ensued

I had no energy and impaired breathing for over three months

I fell back on my comfort food of bread and potatoes

they told me not to worry and just eat more of them

it was so bad that I was unable to get on my bike

without regular exercising and my weight crept up 

the bread and potatoes consoled me daily

eventually, I got well enough to start cycling again

it took a few months to get back into my cycling routine

I was not happy with my heavier weight

and my cycling performance was well below par

I had a long and serious chat with the bread and potatoes

they were not happy about breaking up our relationship

they cried and cried as I left them unconsumed on my plate

I got hooked on weight loss and my cycling performance improved

I set myself a goal to drop below my pre-covid weight

but my body refused to cooperate and I hit a plateau

the bread and potatoes kept calling me from the pantry

I was somehow able to resist their efforts to lure me back into their arms

it took a sustained effort of dieting and exercise to crawl off that weight plateau

the bread and potatoes keep winking at me

but the celery and peppers are my new lovers

I imagine they have fights over me in the pantry