Gettin' Fresh with thoughts

Which way is which?

Mon, 11 Jul 2011 22:18:00 -0400

Couldn’t help but think of a good friend of mine who’s abroad this summer. We talk occasionally, catch up on things and make fun of each other. But, in between all of the catch up, we manage to get deep every once-in-a-while. Our topic of late has been “life plans.”

It’s funny, I’ve never really had a plan. To tell you the truth, I still don’t. Now, for most people this is unnerving, an unfathomable crossroads people hope to never encounter. I don’t mind it. Life has a way of figuring itself out. I mean, hell, it has so far.

Regardless of my lack of planning, I still can’t deny the moments when my nonchalant attitude becomes vulnerable. For instance, weddings. I’ve seen so many people get hitched, watched so many cake facials and cut enough rug to “Proud Mary” that I’ve most likely left holes in the floor. However, as I get older, I notice the people on the alter are getting younger (or are my same age).

Now, don’t be fooled into thinking I’m wanting to tie the know — no, no — that is still sometime down the road. But, it makes me wonder about permanent situations. I’ve always been the type who just gets up and goes, you know? A backpack full of clothes, toothbrush, pen and paper, some headphones and I’m out the door runnin’.

Just makes me wonder if I’ll ever lose that part of me. Or if I’ll have to give it up.

My good friend likes to blog about food. There’s so much complexity in the description, yet it’s also so simple. I imagine that’s how my life plan will be.

Complexly Simple.

"Planning is the fatal blow to any journey. Tourists plan. And, even worse, they plan in groups...."

Sun, 10 Jul 2011 20:37:27 -0400

“Planning is the fatal blow to any journey. Tourists plan. And, even worse, they plan in groups. Lunch here, shopping there, snapshots in front of the statue, and then back on the bus. It’s rare a tourist even remembers anything about where they have been, except for the oddest of details. How much a beer was, how lovely the maid was, or what a strange language those people spoke. But a traveler just goes, with no plan and with as little baggage as possible. And at some point, the journey itself becomes the destination.”

- Bill Carter Fools Rush In

Don’t let no grass grown, beneath yo feet.

Sun, 10 Jul 2011 20:37:13 -0400

Don’t let no grass grown, beneath yo feet.

Makin' Sense

Sun, 10 Jul 2011 13:24:35 -0400

It doesn’t take much to get the gears in one’s head turning.

A look. A smell. A touch. Anything.

However, it seems that over time this simple truth has been forgotten, pushed aside in the daily hustle and bustle of life. Sad when you think about it, really. All of the chances people have to stop and experience something, perhaps a once-and-a-lifetime, are merely distant “could’ve been” memories.

Yesterday, during some point in the evening, I found myself listening to Buddy Guy’s latest album. Watching the sunset on Weeks Bay, taking a pull from my chilled glass of Maker’s, I couldn’t help but embrace one of those moments I would’ve most likely dismissed.

“Mama said, ‘Son, some day you’ll learn this lesson: Hard times don’t last, each day is a blessin’.” — Buddy Guy Everybody’s Got to Go

If I had a dollar for all of the times I’ve said, “Today was horrible,” I’d most likely be sitting on a small fortune. I say this regretfully, for I would rather be a poor man whose lips seldomly speak the phrase above.

Unfortunately, this isn’t this case. People always seem to focus on parts of the day, separating the good from the bad, and whichever category is filled more heavily typically dictates how that day will be classified.

It’s a shame.

Well, Mr. Guy, I heard what your mom told you yesterday. Heard it loud and clear. Reminded me about all of the things my brain doesn’t process as often, on an account of them seeming to be so insignificant. When in fact, those are probably the treasures to everyday.

I see ‘em now. I feel ya. Preciate it.