Have you ever wondered why so many people blog? I ponder the world of blogging daily as I answer emails and comments and the online world intrigues me. Why do we participate in this activity. What is it about publishing posts and interacting with others virtually that is so appealing?
As I sat this morning staring at the ocean and drinking my coffee I can’t help but wonder if it is some combination of safety, release and escape.
By safety I am referencing how difficult it is these days to truly know you can trust people in the real world. I could be wrong, but in this age it is becoming increasingly more difficult to know if people can be trusted.
By release I mean having the freedom to purge the soul with complete freedom; free of the chains of reservation.
And, lastly, by escape I am referring to getting away from the “real” world and entering the virtual world of blogging. The blogosphere seems to be much more accepting of different, flawed, wounded, injured, etc. than the offline world.
Personally, I like having the freedom to purge my brain and controlling exactly what I say exactly how I want to say it. I don’t get this freedom in the real world where I constantly think before I speak, hesitate and hedge my thoughts.
The Horse Guards. The Blues and Royals. The Changing of the Horse Guards. Buckingham Palace. Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II. That’s a fair bit of history and heritage right there, just in those words.
My Great Uncle, my Grandfather, and my Uncle were all in the Guards. My Uncle rode in the Trooping of the Color for many years. When I was about eight years old I was taken to see the Trooping. It is a lengthy spectacular and I was getting a bit weary but then my Aunt pointed out my Uncle Tim riding , in full regalia, behind the Queen. Well! I was pretty impressed.
My photos in response to the Word Press Photo Challenge for this week , Heritage, are of the Horse Guards, lined up at the Changing of the Horse Guard. The first photo is a close up of the boot, spurs, the trumpet and …
I like getting something new every now-and-again; it’s exciting. There is something about getting that package delivered to the house and unpacking it to see the surprise. I don’t buy a lot of things, but when I do I am like a kid waiting for Christmas morning.
I believe it’s the simple things in life that make living more enjoyable. And it is the simple things that many take for granted. I try to be aware of these small moments and breath them in; savor them if you will.
Some of my favorite small moments are the silence of the world early in the morning. The sound of water running. Laying in the grass and watching the clouds. Noticing how blue the sky can be on certain days. That moment at the beach when my feet touch the sand for the first time in months. The refreshing feeling of taking a cool shower in the summer when the heat spikes past 95.
If you blink you might miss some of these moments so be sure to practice awareness and give yourself time to experience them. What are some of your favorite small moments?
I love to make plans. Plans keep me sane. I also fully appreciate that even the best made plans, as Robert Burns once said, go oft awry. But as I head toward a competition I rely on making plans. I worked with sport psychologist Dirk Stroda during the winter competition season in Florida and he gave me a very workable outline for the weeks approaching competitions, starting 4 weeks before the competition. So with a competition May 26-28 how am I doing?
Week 4: Checking and asking questions. Is all my equipment in good shape ? Do I need to get anything repaired? How are my show clothes, tailcoat, breeches, shirts, stock ties, show boots? Is there anything I forgot at the last show for myself or for Biasini that I need to remember this time?
So, did I do all that last week? No, I did not. I was…
While out on a bike ride this morning on the American River Biketrail, I caught a group of middle-schoolers sporting their life-jackets. Seeing this made me very happy as they began their walk toward the water.
Bonus points for the bicyclist sitting with his bandaged knee, who apparently experienced a little Danger! of this own! He is wearing a bike helmet so in case he did fall from his bike, a skinned knee might be the worst of it!
As I was riding, and not to appear like a stalker, I came upon the kids knee-deep in the water searching for tadpoles and other water-life.
After 20+ years of being involved in swimming and aquatics, nothing makes me happier than witnessing this act of safety and a great leisure education lesson.
We continue to celebrate National Water Safety Month to bring awareness to the dangers of playing in and around…
The horse between discs is outside the Museum of London in London, England. The artist is Christopher Le Brun , the statue is bronze and made in 2001. The imagery of horses and discs is common in the work of Le Brun. It suggests travel and passing from one place to another. Here is what the artist has to say about it.
“When you talk about horses and riders in my work it is important to me that they are not seen as real. I think of it as an entrance or a key to places that I want to enter. It is as if “the horse” enables the journey rather than provides the final subject.”
What is interesting to me is that for those of us who are riders of horses ,we know that it is not only the physical journey they take us on. It is also a…
I have seen a common theme behind the fear of pursuit; having had multiple conversations revolving around the idea of complacency all because failure grips us. But every bloom begins from a root and I believe many of us struggle with a broken one. We (I) am very much a reactionist. I look for approval in others- the smile after a joke, the concern from an idea, the confusion from an action. Craving and thriving off the reactions of those around me. It can be my motivation just as much as my crutch.
There was this particular day; a peculiar moment; without any substantial loss or gain at hand, that had my chest filling with air at max capacity. I couldn’t breathe or focus on the situation because the idea of letting this person down overwhelmed my entire being. For whatever reason this day I realized how often my heart…
I love waxwing birds… They are among my favorite feathered friends, and I am lucky because we have a lot of them in my neighbourhood, even if I live in a big city.
I prefer their name in French, though. Jaseur de bohème, litterally “Bohemian chatter”. More poetic than “waxwing”.
I like the little things, because they look like flying water paintings.
Today, I was watching the usual flock (well, actually just guessing here, because they pretty much all look the same). Waxwing birds love the little fruit shown on the above picture. At work, we have two trees that become, during Springtime, all-you-can-eat restaurants for my pretty waxwings. Just without the bill!
My eyes were going from one bird to another, just enjoying their ballet from branch to branch, when something tickled my crazy brains.
The said little fruit are not so little, if you’re thinking waxwing-wise (which you…
Originally posted on Second Wind Leisure Perspectives: After a long, gray winter, I finally clawed my way out of the seasonal depression I experienced. With it, came anxiety like I have never experienced before. The sun came out, the flowers…
In these days of dangerous lies called alternative facts and facts touted by our leaders as fake news, the celebration of Earth Day has never seemed more important. All over the nation today, people in cities big and small gathered to defend science and scientific research. Scientific knowledge and education is important to keep our water and air clean, our food healthy and safe, and keep our young people educated instead of indoctrinated in ignorance.
The organizations that sponsored our event.
In one important sense, the Trump presidency is the best thing that could happen to our country, because it’s forcing people to wake up and finally take a stand for the things that really matter. I doubt there would be this level of activity had Hillary won the election. People would remain stuck in their apathy and cynicism.
It’s encouraging that so many cities had such a big…