I'm suffocating inside. I so want to be outside, but instead must spend my day placating the wants and desires of others.

There is this uneasiness that perhaps could be explained away as Spring Fever, but I sense there is a lot more to it than that. I feel an inbalance of huge proportions is culminating and there's not much anyone can do to stop it.

With responsiblity, comes obligation. Perhaps if I can keep some semblance of myself alive, I won't feel so betrayed by my own ambitions. I know writing is the answer to this dilema, but time is the enemy here. Daydreams will placate my uneasiness and I will seek refuge in them today.

This may just be the big let down from my adventures last week. My inner child wants to come out and play and has found that the playground is closed for general admission.

Oh how I long for the sweet smell of Wisteria and the nectar of Honeysuckle!




 

According to established religion and a cross-current of theologians, today honors Christs' sacrifice for the redemption of mankind and the forgiveness of sin. The ramifications of that thought have me considering what life on Earth would be like today had Christ not done this thing on our behalf. Was His offering acceptable? Was it enough?

Whether you conform to the standards of established theologians or live as a faithful follower of Christ marching to your own internal drum, no one can deny the infinite virtue sustained by His Divine Presence.




 

I am in a bit of a reflective mood, so have decided to examine this rippling metaphor again.

Today I realized just how a ripple I started could create some serious waves for others. I'm considering erecting a breakwall for damange control. Somehow I felt the need to study a ripple's dynamics in relation to our affect on others. This image does it visual significance. Now transfer that affect to your actions, inactions and reactions in daily life and you begin to conceptulize how much of an affect each of us has on the next.

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RubyRed


 

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I’ve Been Rippled

Just got off the third plane in five days. This one delivered me safely home. Pardon my plagiarism Dorothy, “There Is no place like Home.”

The first leg of my trip delivered me to the Orlando Airport on a spring break weekend. A lot of lost people out there. Going with Matt and Blake to Universal Studios found us time traveling to the land of mummies, going through tornadoes and earthquakes, zapping aliens with MIB, avoiding shark attacks, watching the California Governor save the future John Conner and ended with a quick trip back to the future.

Barely made my flight home today- reached the gate with three minutes to spare. Thanks to a certain taxi driver, whom I hope will one day learn the Atlanta road system. When he asked me how to get to the Atlanta airport I knew I was in trouble. But once again, Trey put up with my tantrums, came to my rescue and gave the unenlightened foreigner driving directions via our cell phones.


My visit with Trey was short, but oh so sweet. It will have to hold for a while. We’re trying to deal with a few things like distance, family and careers, but the big issues are in check. Our residual affects are kicking in already to preserve some wonderful new memories.

 

According to the not-so-subtle reminders from Writing.Com, I've not been real good at journaling this week. No real excuse except for the fact I'm leaving for vacation today after work.

Getting ready for this event is stressful since I'm a homebody at heart and would probably be just as happy sending everyone on ahead without me. But too many are depending on me for their good time. Not because I have any entertainment value to them (ok, maybe a little), but because I bridge the generation gap between four generations that are going to converge on the Orlando area this week. I won't be there the entire week, so coordinating the arrivals and departures of everyone is equivalent to stratigic military maneavors. Although most of us are flying in and out at various times, I will have to drive for about 4 hours Sunday to pick up a very special package - my grandson, Blake, who lives in Fort Lauderdale. He lives with his mom there and we all miss him dearly. That part of the trip makes me smile. Just seeing him again after two years is worth all the effort.

The second leg of my trip delivers me into the arms of Trey, and that will be my Disneyworld!

RubyRed


 

Okay, so the Ides of March are upon us.

My oldest son was a victim, and decided to spread his unhappiness to anyone in his path. People at work were vague and aloof. And the end of the day left Trey's life in near chaos with regard to his future plans and immediate survival.

Thirty days til Uncle Sam gets richer. I haven't filed my own taxes in over 25 years, but think I'll give it a try. How hard can it be? One W-2, one house, one dependent. I guess I'll be finding out soon enough.

No writing ideas tonight. Maybe a little music will coax the muse.
 

Well so much for daily goals. Life felt the need to remind me who's really in charge here. Guess what gets dropped first. That would be...WRITING. Maybe if I sleep one less hour, or skip my shower tomorrow, I can carve out a slice of my day for writing. Gotta try.

Still, the ripples that came in waves were all good things and for that I am so grateful. Nanan is alive today because of a good ripple created by a kind soul.

Looking forward to my mini-vacation, part 1 and 2 next week. I haven't had one in seven years - not really. Hope I figure out how to relax before I get there.

Well, if I can't write, I can at least recommend some good reading. Here are a few of my Writing.com favorites.

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ID: 855144   (Rated: 13+) Essay on Self-Reliance  When do we learn that self-reliance does not always work? by Sandstone

ID: 883487   (Rated: E) Living Dreams  It's all about the fabric of life, into which we are all woven. by Matt Z.

RubyRed

Write from your heart.....but first, listen to your soul

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