AN ONION SANDWICH- DEALING WITH THE DIET OF LIFE.

I don't have a taste for onions at all. YUCK! In the early years of my life my taste buds were jumping and I would eat just about anything. Then I met Mr. Onion. Momma tried her best to convince me that onions tasted good but she never won that argument. I hate them to this day. I remember hearing one story of a passenger on the Carnival Cruise ship who said they were forced to eat onion sandwiches to survive during their crisis as seas. If it came down to life or death, I would choose onion breath over having no breath at all. It got me to thinking about my own survival and how I deal with the problems of life.

I PRAY AND PEEL

LIVING IN THE iWORLD.

Apple had a multinational movement back in the late 90's that came out with a line of consumer electronics and software that would forever change our lives. A hungry market was poised to devour every Apple product that was placed on their plate. First on the menu was the production of the iMac in 1998. Then came an entire host of individualistic products like the iPod, iLife, iSight, iWork, iPad, iBook, iTunes and the forever popular iPhone. Apple’s philosophy was simple in that the plan for success was built around catering to the wants and desires of the individual. Since the late 90’s these products with the small “i” have made a very big difference in how we work and live in the world. In fact, I am writing this post by way of an iMac and on Friday I will be taking my first bite into the biggest apple of them all, the iPhone. Apple is an example of a remarkable vision by one man and there has been much speculation on what the letter "i" really means. Some say it means internet,individual,intelligent or integrated. I say it stands for "inspiration." This is one case where the letter "i" has really changed the world for the better. Thank you Steve Jobs.

THE BIG WHITE DOG.

 POLAR AND HIS FAMILY

As many of you know I have a Great Pyrenees named Polar and my wife recently shared a story on Facebook about how our big fur ball of love reminded us of the Lord's love and sacrifice for us. On the Saturday morning before Easter my wife rescued Polar from an eight foot thorn branch that was attached to his back.(Polar's hair and thorns below) Imagine having to carry that around for a while. Because of this wonderful story it made sense to share with you one of my first writings. I hope you enjoy it.

A SONDAY SONRISE

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HEAVENLY HEIGHTS

SONDAY WE WILL RISE TO HEAVENLY HEIGHTS

THE SON WILL COME TO WAKE US

ON SONDAY, THIS HIS TIME TO SHINE

SONDAY WE IN JOY WILL CELEBRATE 

TO SING GLORY- SUN WATER SKY EARTH
 CHILDREN LIFT HIM HIGH, THEIR PRAISE TO LEVITATE

HE DOESN'T SEE YOUR STAINS.

MY SELF-WORTH CANNOT BE TAKEN AT FACE VALUE

Who I am today is a reflection of how I was raised and how my childhood experiences taught me to take delight in the different flaws that make people who they are. We are all swimming in a mud hole of stains, splashing around in abnormal patterns that morph us into magical works of strange but attractive beings. Do we sometimes have trouble getting bogged down in the mire of misperception?

PEACE SLAYS THE DIRTY BIRD

THE PATH OF PEACE

(the white poodle in the back with the red glasses is chillin)

When you're scooting along the highway and you turn down a rocky road, I hope this post will encourage you to flip to the positive and travel back down the path of peace. Thanks to Linda for allowing me to snap this quick pic for the post. She is a member of SCOOTNASHVILLE.COM. This is her slick scooter called the Auto Moto. Isn't the future of driving mind blowing?

POUR ME A CUP

IGNITE YOUR THIRST

Mixing up different fruits and juices is a new interest of mine. I like trying to invent a new taste that moves me to an even greater fruity sensation.  I ask myself, “What could I possibly blend together that would create the perfect drink?” I  may never find it, but at least I can keep trying. Pushing my creative juices to the limit quenches my thirst even more. I thirst for creativity from every angle of my life and I try to look at things from a different perspective. I don’t even consider the way I think to be outside the box because I avoid trying to place my thoughts anywhere near a box. It has something to do with feeling trapped I guess. To have my mind hemmed up by a chamber of claustrophobic limitations scares me more than just a little. I choose to move my being beyond the box of conformity.