It was overlooked but still I feel insecurity creeping in. I fought a battle with myself and won on numerous occasions. While I harmed the very being of my own identity, I realized, my story isn't pretty but it is inspiring. To fight the urgency of a decay unlike cancer but still on the inside, this decay that is from the brain and endorphins. There is a battle wound melded into my soul that shines through the lightened streaks on my arms and legs. Continue reading...

I would like to hear feedback and comments on my E-book, CHILDREN OF THE NEW SUN. It has generated much controversy and interest since its publication two months ago.

Scars heal bruises fade It is only the heat of the moment that with in us stays we think and debate then we strike and abate

Tears of sorrow Tears of pain Tears of loss Tears that never wane Screaming pleading Begging for it's return Feeling only the flames of rejection

some places don’t ask you to fit in. they just make room for you. you feel it in the small moments, the soft crunch of gravel, the glow of a porch light, the way the air settles around you like it remembers your name. belonging isn’t loud here. it’s gentle. it’s steady. it’s the feeling of finally exhaling because you’re standing somewhere that knows you.

This poem is written from loving someone to the point where you can't even stand them but you don't want to be alone and you don't know why you're just hurting and sad but you realize you don't love them you just don't want to be alone.

never ignores wise words, they are the daily journals written everyday with pure discipline not some motivational hypes

AI is cold. It is mechanical but not precise. It is based on logic without consent. It is based on data without the emotional pull of a true artist. There is no "mistake" in human art. It is perfectly imperfect... Continue Reading.

Winds whisper and whine Rivers flow with the ease of time These are the sounds of the echos The echos that play over and over in my mind I see the fields as they sway in the breeze I hear the horses hooves As they gallop past the trees

In 1816, much of the Northern Hemisphere experienced unusual cold and crop failure during what became known as the Year Without a Summer. The cause was the massive 1815 eruption of Mount Tambora in Indonesia, which released ash and sulfur into the atmosphere, blocking sunlight and lowering global temperatures. Snow and frost struck parts of United States and Europe during summer months, leading to food shortages and economic hardship. The strange weather even influenced culture, as indoor confinement near Lake Geneva inspired Mary Shelley to begin writing Frankenstein. The event revealed how a single natural disaster could disrupt climate and society worldwide.

Fishing! Not everyone likes it nowadays. Which is entirely understandable, given our efforts in conservation and protection of waterways and wetlands. Hey, I'm an environmentalist myself. I get it, but back then in the 80's I was young and living in the country, there wasn't much else to do and we all had so much fun doing it. We were careful and nice enough kids that we took care and put all the fish back and didn't leave any trash ever. I mean, never-ever! I had a couple of experiences on my own that left me all a-tingle. Let's get into it and let's go fishing!

Understanding Reality in a new way by treating entropy as a field, not just a statistical or probabilistic measure of disorder

I have been publishing daily for the last few months, but life caught up, and I took a few days off. I’ve been known to push through this kind of state and keep going, despite not having anything useful to say, just to maintain momentum, but decided not to this time.

Danny has made it to Duhamel's property. He's here for one reason: to find the item Old and Ugly is so hell-bent on hiding. He's got a pretty good idea what it is, but still wants to see it to be sure. Horrified, he finds what he's looking for, then everything goes south in a hurry and keeps getting worse...

A Theological Reflection on Grief, Formation and the Dignity We Lose Together When the Center is Pushed Out and Extremes Take Center Stage.

some places don’t just hold your footsteps. they hold the parts of you that don’t make a sound. these little gravel roads have been keeping those pieces of me for years. gathering them the way fallen leaves gather along the edges, slow and gentle and without asking for anything back.

On 09/09/09, I stepped off a plane into the heavy heat of Managua, unaware my old life was ending. Divorced, drifting, and quietly addicted, I had been bouncing between apartments along Jacksonville’s beaches when an appraisal job introduced me to Frank, a Nicaraguan with deep political ties. After one exploratory surf trip with friends, I saw opportunity beyond the crowded southern Pacific and returned alone to build what would become GreenSurf. Staying in a worn-down quinta, sober and hyper-observant, I began constructing a surf camp business while absorbing a world of diplomats, lumberyards, and Spanish conversations I barely understood. The reset had begun.

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Most stories begin with a moment. Mine began with a fall — into addiction, into secrets, into a world run by ghosts and men who never say what they mean. One domino fell, then another — through orphanages, crack epidemics, CIA backchannels, surf camps, corruption, betrayals, machetes, and jail cells. But at the end of it all, this isn’t just a crime saga or political thriller. It’s a love story. An orphaned Florida surfer collided with Cold War shadows in Nicaragua — and found redemption not in power or money, but in the heart of a woman trained to survive horrors of her own. Because sometimes the final revolution isn’t revenge. It’s forgiveness.

In 1932, Australia launched a military operation against thousands of emus that were damaging farmland in Western Australia. World War I veterans turned farmers had requested government assistance as migrating birds trampled crops and fencing. Soldiers armed with machine guns attempted to control the population in what became known as the Emu War. However, the emus proved surprisingly resilient, moving in small groups and outrunning gunfire. Despite firing thousands of rounds, the soldiers struggled to make a significant impact. The mission was eventually abandoned, and the event became a humorous but memorable chapter in Australian history.