You run like a River....

Hello fellow?Linkedin'ers! ?

{Is that even a possible term to coin?, ha!}

Okay, it's a tad somewhere between the mercurial waters of Night and Day as I pen this missive, unable to sleep tonight, which is nothing new in my insomniac world. So as I am prepping the kitchen here for some post-midnight blueberry?pancakes and margaritas, I thought I'd pen this missive. ?Forgive my ramblings and transgressions, as I'll do my best to forgive yours... and I'll make a plate of delicious pancakes for you, New England maple syrup and all should you decide to swing by. ?( ;

While this enduring and timeless insightful line comes from?one of my all time favorite poems ever, the Desiderata:?

"Go placidly amid the noise and haste,?and remember what peace?there may be in silence"

... sometimes, it's medicinal?to just turn up the volume, like all the way, like?you just can't crank it high enough in your life!

Be it as if you're in your car, windows all rolled down, a zephyr?sliding?in sideways, and in your head you're right there on stage with your favorite band or singer, side by side, belting it out. ?Oh, you're so out of tune!, ha!, but who cares?, for that's not the point! ?You've just entered your own personal church! ?Ain't nobody here to judge your singing!, and you've got the Celestial?Chorus as your background singers to boot. ?Nice!

You're in the moment, losing yourself in the music and yet finding yourself enlivened and elevated, twisting and turning, tuning and whack-thwacking left and right, rockin' something out on your stereo. ?"Yeah, I own this stage!", as you tell yourself internally at the intersection, waiting for the light to turn green. ?But your exquisite soul has already?reached the?"Green Light" of?what matters. ?And all the passersbys on the road are just skirting skating sliding just a little tad away from you, terrified and yet simultaneously intrigued. ?And local law enforcement?is not ready to bring you in for, if nothing else, they don't want to hear you singing in the lock?cell all night long. ?

Well, maybe that's just my own personal experience. ?( ;?

Or maybe you're just cruising slow and causal like, just existing silently in your own head, tracking, thwacking and trekking off to work. Maybe you're off to the gym or church or a nearby gas station, or maybe you're meeting up with your Crew to kick it for a tad or your posse to have a relaxing and fun "Girls' night out", whatever!, or you're just running some random, normal errands, like picking up a bag of groceries, like some necessary?items for the?fridge and grill, or other items just on a whim. ?Merchandizing and marketing does that; by design, it's meant to change your mind. Or rather perhaps, you're just anywhere in your precious life, and for no particular matter, you're just singing rappin' swaying pumpin' and moving upon the dance floor of Life Herself for the sheer joy of simply being alive. ??

Sometimes you just?cannot capriciously?crank crush?charm?curse cruze the noise inside your heart loud?enough!? Like you're standing upon your own personal stage, with all the crowd and all of their hands raised and thumping, jumping, pumpin', and going wildly left here and crazy right there, aware of your own slip sliding surroundings, but searching you are indeed, searching yes for that harmony and melodiousness line, reaching for the nearest microphone and all the soul-filled signal?processors, amplifiers and oh yeah, let's toss in some loudspeakers to enclose the audience, all so that you can find to a way to leave the stadium room with a deafening, defying, and redefining noise that redefines the ground that they all stand upon.?

I get that vernacular.? That's my kind of language?Kiddo!? You're speaking there with my own tongue...

Seems like I am always crossing some unnameable and unannounced bridge in this particular version of time's Book of Humanity.? Trying and striving, throbbing and starving, to grab another hand to just walk out of the Darkness of this Forest here and into whatever Light may lay upon the other side...?

Sure, some days the Light sails?gently into my bedroom. ?Greets me ever so warmly. Soft lights of radiating rays lifting me up, touches from Above from that Celestial?star above us all that we affectionately call our "Sun", as if we could ever claim ownership over the Ethereal.? And some days, that Light is a far cry from anything North or South of my proximity, like it's a million miles from my doorstep. ?

I am sure that somewhere up there, far beyond my comprehension and?pay grade, They are fondly and tenderly?laughing at our mundane, unfurnished and raw attempts to stake a claim in this land of the Universe, all of which is ultimately?beyond our understanding.?

Forgive my broken French, but La ou je me sentais si faible autrefois, You're Presence?and Light donne I'impression?de tranerser?de encoure?une autre journee.? Aide-moi a deveneir?un homme meilleur!

In other words, and in any language, thank you Lord and thank you!

Thank you to the Host of Heaven and to each of you for being exactly what only you can do: ?Just Be You!?

I've spent so much of my life trying, attempting, striving to understand one another, to communicate effectively and reach some type of common ground. ?And despite all my efforts and attempts, while I have learned enough to fill volumes of shelves, I learn something new everyday... and I hope that never changes. ?In all of my?journeys, I've learned?that Life is all about two essential elements: ?

Timing and Communication. ?

Sometimes in life, you have the words but the timing isn't right. ?Other times, the time is right but you just cannot find the words. ?Happens all the time. ?But, but, but, if you can combine the right and honest words and match the timing too, well, welcome to the Good Stuff. Guitar riffs come together!, Grandma's cookin' comes back to your table!, all the traffic lights are green and all the so called World Leaders are connecting in an honest way, et cetera, et cetera. Suddenly all of your previous struggles no longer register upon your radar, indeed, they are lost in the rearview mirror. ?All the world is now reborn!

Intimately?confessing here, all of my pursuits towards understanding Humanity have led me to some interesting moments, ahem, to say it lightly.? And my journeys throughout this mysterious magical mercurial world of ours have led me to both glorious and devastating?moments. ?

So what am I babbling about?

Innumerable?people launch into "Social Media'' daily, be it whatever platform of choice, and in this case, it's LinkedIn if you're reading this missive. ?A platform here that allows us to share and connect. ?But the truth is, we are always on a "social platform" of some form, regardless of your actual environment or element of choice to?connect. ?

Life Herself is one enormous, awesomely temperamental social platform.

Erratically?fickle and quicksilver by design, yes She is. An ever evolving protean and kaleidoscopic world that this has all become. ??

Ain't it great!, evolution, ha.

To step forward confidently?knowing that with every movement and motion and maneuver?you make, whether you are aware of the Truth yet or not, you are wholeheartedly stirring tides and making waves, causing the seas to rise and the mountains to tremble turn thrash thrush away down. ?

Wow! ?Indeed, I say about you, "wow!"

So amazin' are you!, and in the greatest and sweetest of ways. ?

And in case you haven't heard this lately, never doubt, not once or ever, that all of the Storybook of Humanity is a much?better read and infinitely so because?you are here. ?

All of my words fail me here to express that while I may not know you personally, albeit the Celestial might, know that I believe incontrovertibly?that this world is a far better place to walk through because you are here.?

Period.

Guess I am just trying to say thank you for being here down on terra firma and being exactly who you are. ?

I am just a simple boy from Ohio trying to get back to my own rhythm?of consciousness. ?I hope all the shorelines that you seek are within your reach, that Life is trending and swaying in the directions your beautiful heart seeks, and that those shores that you desire to crash upon happen to be worthy?of the uniqueness and exquisiteness of your incalculable valuable soul.

So glad you're here. ?