We’re going on an adventure! We’ll be traveling up north and to the coast. We’ll drive into the mountains and spit out near the ocean. It’ll take a number of hours and that’s fine with us! Gavin is a great 3.5 year-old adventurer. He looks for werewolves and dinosaurs in the forest as we drive.
We’ll be arriving and staying at a remote location where there is very little communication. It’s in these settings that sometimes I am lucky enough to nab beautiful photographs. I’m not a photographer by any stretch of the imagination, but it’s hard not to snap something gorgeous when the terrain surrounding you is stunning and without manipulation.
Wish us luck. Megan, Gavin, and I are on the tail end of a stomach virus. It’s been rough lol, so this ride might prove a bit interesting 🙂
Cheers everyone and please try and have a blast today.
“To thine own self be true.” -Shakespeare.
Timeless humanity and our perception of it. This is what I study. This is what I write. I live with passion. I write with passion. I follow no man.
I invite you to read my writings. Buckle up and enjoy the ride of my expressions via poems, short stories, or my Odd Walking Thoughts. Just remember, I follow no rules when writing and what I write comes from internalized experiences and thoughts tied together with how I perceive humanity to be. And here’s a thought to chew on- be careful of rules placed onto you by others, or you’ll find your writing voice will be among the herd.
Short Stories link below-
Should I switch my fire profile photo for this non-glamorous, unfiltered, photo? I’m sitting on our garage footing with the basement footings below me.
I’d enjoy your input!
“I thought all the time about the doing of it until I did the doing of it and now I have nothing left to think about.” The boy stepped on the ant. There will be more, he thought. The sun was high and very hot. It looked as though it had burned into the most brilliant light that it was no longer the sun, but a version of light that he could walk into. Not a furnace flowering at all. Now that he found a new thought to think about he wanted the ant back because he was feeling the loss of it and realized he had taken it away from seeing the not sun.
1) Write what you want.
2) Write what you want.
3) Write what you want.
I think that covers it. Cheers.
I’m not sure I’d know how to not write. Not any more. My personal Pandora’s box has been opened into the matrix of sharing for better or worse. I’ll continue to plant these words, hoping they might grow.
I don’t know why it took so long to realize how important WordPress is to me. Or why it took so long for me to take it more seriously.
Thank you for reading. I don’t consider any of you followers. Certainly not My followers. Rather, my peers.
Let’s see what this will be in ten years.
To new writers- If you don’t do it, It won’t do it. Your blog won’t grow itself. Think of the Great Hank Aaron and play on.
I want to write a story. A good story. Instead I’m writing this and putting the writing of the good story off until this is done. Whatever this is.
It’s my coffee mugs fault. I almost didn’t use it.
I opened the cupboard, looked at my favorite coffee mug, and the battle began. Use it, or save it for tomorrow? The dishwasher is empty. No chance it’ll be full enough to start. Then again I could wash it by hand. I wash dishes all the time.
I stood looking at the mug. I didn’t expect to see it. I don’t know why not.
It’s blue and white. It’s a winter scene mug. There’s a male snowman and female snow lady holding snow arms with white snow flakes decorated above them.
I love this mug. Hell with it. I’m using it this morning and I’ll write about.
We should use our favorite mug.
Sent from my iPhone
I’m even going to leave that. I’m literally writing this with my thumbs, leaning on the counter, drinking my coffee.
The Irony Of It
Written by -M. Taggart
We love the cruelty of it-
the haggard faces
the bleeding souls
the ones who scream gutlessly
at their avalanche
If you’d like we can grip the iron bar-
having been placed here
My thoughts have no home-
While speaking with God
I ask that they might
written on 8/11/17
With truth blinding, scolding viciously
the circle collapses
and the masses celebrate
weakness claims victory
and while the sun rises
with shredded finger nails
we scrape the dirt viewing ourselves-
our knees bent and bleeding-
our slobbering thoughts wish to begin again