The Art of The Hand

6 THINGS THAT REQUIRE ZERO TALENT

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A Treat, a Venture

I want to take a read. A read where someone has been shot and he’s clutching the wound on his stomach while driving, and it’s raining and he’s groaning but you know he isn’t going to die just yet because he’s Russian. He’s the bad guy and he will only die if he’s looking into the eye of an American superhero; the American who will grin at him while he bleeds and he will hiss something defiant in Russian before he dies with a Cold War reminiscent sneer. A book that is simply a dark, wicked, twisted iceberg.

I am ready for the book where when there is a sudden knock at the door you look up and listen if the knock came from your door. Or a book with a woman who peels apples with a penknife wearing only blue underwear. And have pink nipples. She wears the…

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Born to Love😢

She breathes love as the wind moves the clouds above fields rich in their emerald lushness. She feels it radiate in her heart and shine out through her eyes so full of hope because she loves with the force of a thousand armies yet with the softness of momma’s arms. Yet it seems that no matter how sweet her kisses are, or how pure her heart, she is just never the first choice.

She doesn’t just love — she is love.

It’s not that she always questions her worth, baut it just seems that no one else can read the language of her heart, no matter how many times she bares it. She thinks that once it may happen—that someone would stand up and say that he chooses her above all others—but then reality would creep in like the black smoke churning from a midwinter’s fire, and she’d be left alone and shaken to her core once again. Continue reading “Born to Love😢”

Satisfaction

Go as far as you can see; when you get there, you will be able to see further.

Thomas Carlyle

Dee – Wade Adventures

This time the lightning shows a boat in the churning bay. Perhaps not a big boat, perhaps not a boat at all. A glimpse is as much as the night allows.

It keeps Dee at her bedroom window, hand cupped to face, and a robust and a level-headed young woman watching frantic white waves careering ashore, and waiting to be scared. She has done this as a child, nearing thirty she is equally enthralled. Wade, though, curled up on his half of the bed, is stirred when the tumult begins but descends into sleep. She is a light sleeper and he is not, one of many contrasts discovered during their months of living together.

Storms thrills her and the history of this coast is told in storms. They have redefined the bay, shaped villages, and people’s lives. One great storm plucked a hamlet from its rock and pulverized a harbor. Another cast up a pebble ridge and abandoned a seaside village inland. Lifeboats and freighters have been lost to these furies. Continue reading “Dee – Wade Adventures”

The Wild Goose – Anxiety

Life and Laces

The irony of your reality is that you think you are living your dream and forging your own path to a destination that is constantly ever changing. A place you are not sure it exists but you feel, and are so convinced that you’ll recognized it when you arrived. A place you would discover so much, create a place for yourself, develops true friendships and relationships…… but there’s still so much of you that feel epically lost, the human equivalent of pocket change discarded in the universes’ cosmic couch and cushions. And here is anxiety, holding up a mirror to all of this when what you need most, desperately, is a signpost. Something to tell you that your true home is just around the bend.

In avid to find your way out, weighing various options different, you met a friend, one imported from home, exploring yet another gob-smackingly gorgeous location…

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The Lawyer

Yesterday I saw her again at the coffee shop. She sat alone. Her notebook on the table and a novel in hand. She sat there waiting for her coffee as I later came to realize. She was lost in her reading that she didn’t see her coffee being served by the waitress.

I sat adjacent to her table and ordered my coffee. As I waited, I looked across at her and realized that she had stopped reading and had closed her book and was now on her notebook as she sipped her coffee. I looked at how she concentrated on her writing – her passion, her energy. It was like everything she knew depended on it. She later took a break and was now studying the room. Our eyes met. For a split second, none of us really said anything or moved, just staring at each other and then I smiled at her – she smiled back. Continue reading “The Lawyer”

Consistency – A Confidant to Success

Life and Laces

“When you look at people who are successful, you will find that they aren’t the people who are motivated, but have consistency in their motivation.”

Consistency is a gem in the equation of greatness -the ability to stand firm in conformity to your persuasion in order to maintain accuracy towards achieving desired standards of outcomes.

Consistency is a work ethic whose responsibility is to ensure the achievement of a level of performance that does not vary greatly in quality over time.

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