Writing Reality

      As I awaited having my first cup of coffee doing chores—I wondered why or what it was that made me, even to this day of having the urge to save the world... so to speak.     The last two nights before bed I watched nature shows. That’s unusual for me.  It’s usually one night of nature and a science show spread out once a week. My usual was anything with law, anything heroic, historical figures, strategies were my preference—I'd begun to prefer series type shows.     Reading books, I gravitate towards autobiographical, historical people, events and how they climbed out of the event(s). Finally, this morning I asked myself, 'What have I been looking for?' What is it in heroism that I feel near to? Or that I feel is necessary—Heroism, or rescuing, being the rescuer. What is that about? Why do I still feel the urge since I could ever remember?      I thought that it could be the feel good feeling. It...

The Other Day... I was foodshopping. As I went to check out, I met a new cashier. Oh, by the way, how I meet new cashiers is that I rotate where I shop. It's not necessarily for lower prices. Its actually to save on time and gas dollars. I'd been doing this mindful shopping since I could drive in 1980, even though my mother wanted me to get my license the year before as I could have. I just didn't want to rush the responsibility of driving too soon. It was as well as I was aware of pollution and the usage of fossil fuels. So, the other day as I'd finished up shopping I headed to the cashier who'd not had anyone in line. All other cashiers were busy. She, Roxy as was on her name tag. Her set up was next to the customer service desk.  Roxy appeared old-fashioned in the sense you could tell that she took pride in her appearance by her makeup. It was what I'd witnessed as a child in the 1960s.  Roxy appeared near my age. Yet I realized she may be about 8-10 years my...

As I ran yesterday, I wondered what all the reasons were that I’d gone into the Marines. Also, at nearly the same time, I reckoned with what I’d witnessed in the animal kingdom from some nature shows, as well in my own backyard. Questions have been: why do we want what someone else has, if we have enough? It is important to have a defense mechanism in place; however, when is conquering enough? At this point, we should be at peace. There should be more peace. Out of gratefulness, we should be helping others. I went into the Marines to defend peace. Peace for those living in our country. Too, for those outside our country who want the basics, such as food, shelter, freedom and education, which lead to health. A healthy society is a happy society. Yet, at this juncture we have people wanting more. More is never enough. I’m witnessing those in our country who are demanding longevity but have not been willing to take care of the necessities that they’d been blessed with upon birth. I was le...

The criminal in the white house... our White House. You know We the People? If you hadn't noticed we're getting the shaft by the criminal in our White House. He's now hit a records long domestic deployment of military presence in a city in our country, and it ain't right. There's no reason to waste such resources in our nation's Capitol. Yet, congress and our other branches of power are allowing this. I remember my father-in-law and I having a conversation about his trip to Israel decades ago. He said, "Jody, its amazing. You're in Jerusalem and there are military personnel some armed with machine guns, seemingly everywhere. Its great that we don't live like that here."  He a World War II veteran stated such. I can only imagine what Herbie would think now. My husband had said, "You always had great talks with my dad." Yeah, Herbie and I had some indepth discussions. There was much to learn from him too. Herbie/Dad would have a line...

After nearly ten hours of sleep last night. I wondered what I'd get done today. And how my run would feel, more or less painful with my now knowing my running form had changed since my husband passed. My form weakened and got sloppier. I didn't think this would happen to me. I kept looking at the wear on the bottom of my running shoes. Yet, I accepted the unusual wear occurring at the heels of the shoes which years ago was never prevalent.  Then I noticed that once again the wear on my running shoes changed recently. I oscillated between three different types/pairs of running shoes over the past 10 days. My quads got sore, tired. Yet my legs felt different. I realized my old form from years prior was coming back. I had wondered why I couldn't get past a recent injury, no matter the hour I put in every day doing yoga, stretching and foam rolling before running. I knew the hours upon hours of writing every day would cause mental fatigue, thus it could effect my physical fati...

Yeah, I was tired this  morning... I've lived with pain throughout my life. I've ignored much of it. At least, that's what I'd stated to an Army Ranger years ago. He'd saw me fight with my coach one day in 2013. I was taking punches and kicks to the head, arms, body and legs from him. And still I pursued. At times cursing. It sucks when a guy who's been doing this fighting for nearly five decades lands his thick well-conditioned shin, just right on your bursa. It sends shock waves of pain through your body and gets you yelling, "Son of a Bitch!" Yet you pursue as you desire to go in for the kill, yet its training. By the way, you can't kill the coach. Because then, who else is going to know things about you in order to tell you what's left in your tank? I saw the Ranger turn to a guy as my coach now had gone across the open gym awaiting my response. Thinking the kick crippled me enough temporarily to stop me. No, now I was just more focused. As...