Computers and our dependence

I’m fairly certain that when computers were invented, no one could possibly have forseen how valuable and so widely used they would become. If memory serves me correctly, the first computer used punch cards.  Of course there were failures along the way.  The first real working computer was invented by Alan Turing.  I recently watched a compelling movie called the Imitation Game and Benedict Cumberbach played the lead role. The movie outlines his vision, incredible fortitude and brilliance and highlights the tortures  and struggles he faced because of his chosen life style.  His design changed history and the world and is the bases for all computers today.

Personally, I’ve used  several different computers including a Tandy, a Commodore, complete with monochrome monitor and several others.  I remember reading and creating code from a magazine that enabled a car to move across the screen, or made fireworks pop and sing and I even designed cities as pictures, the backdrop a setting sun.

With each new upgrade, came more to learn, more parts, but greater freedom.

Today, the list is astounding and we are able to choose a desktop, which I prefer, a lap top, a tablet or who could have imagined the smartphone packing as much gig and ram as my lap top with far reaching on the go freedom.  Astounding, profound and exciting.

I know I’m delighted with the age of the computer and it’s continued growth.  It gives me an immediate eye on the world.  I’m able to reach out and “touch somebody” literally, with words, thoughts, pictures.  Equally delightful is the ability to share thoughts and ideas from around the world.  I spend hours perusing garden sites, photography, how to videos which weren’t available and which speed up the learning curve and more importantly, other like minded individuals such as you, yes you, the reader of this blog.

The vision  and brilliance to conceptualize an idea and make it real is continually exciting and breathtaking.  While we have become dependent at work and at home on computers which provide knowledge, entertainment, outlook, news and a variety topics, I believe it’s a good thing.





A quick but heartfelt thank you to Sheryl for explaining how to add the widget.  Woot!

I wanted to add a pic of the “award” if you will, having reached 500 views but don’t know how to do that.

That aside, I wish to thank everyone that has followed my iittybitty blog.  When I wrote my first blog, about blogging, I spelled out how I felt, and I can’t find it to post it here or I certainly would.  I was truly scared.  What could should I write about.  What would be of interest to anyone else?

I am truly touched at heart that so many of you take the time  to look in on my “prose”.  I certainly enjoy yours.  I visit as many as possible and unfortunately am not sure where to respond.  Sometimes I find a link and it’s to the actual blog you’ve posted, other times, there’s no way to reach you to express my delight.

So collectively, I wish to thank you all for your delightful, interesting , funny and thought provoking blogs which I enjoy immensely.  Since everyone has a different outlook on the world, and a different take on any given word, each word chosen takes on a life of it’s own, and a meaning of importance to the writer, often incredible in diversity.  It is eye opening, and often fun.  So I thank you all for taking the time, and your willingness to share.



The storm unleashed dark clouds and blackened sky

Fierce is it’s exhibition, do we stay or run away

Suddenly entranced by it’s power now unleashed

Mighty winds and broiling clouds bearing down from north-east

We are held spell bound as we witnessed the glory

Waves crashing upon the shore restless full of fury

Sounds of thunder and lightening rend the air

We watch in awe, we stand, we stare

How fierce how powerful how unexpected

Arms open wide, face to the sky we welcome unaffected

The rain that falls to land with delightful fierceness

The storm has some how managed to release us

Free from burdens too long carried

We return from whence we came unhurried







Writer's Struggles

Isn’t it wonderful when the the ideas words or content for your novel flow?  You find yourself moving from word to phrase to sentences then paragraphs and finally chapters as ideas flow freely.  Your nearly euphoric with delight.  Suddenly without warning,  you come to a grinding halt and stumble and momentarily falter.  You’ve hit a crossroad; a pivotal moment in your story.  It’s huge, important, monumental and will shape the remainder of your novel and the fate of your characters.

Which path do you take?  Each scenario offers a varying alternative that could lead to on one hand, a happy or sad outcome. You wonder, ponder determining if it best serves the story line to leave the final outcome unanswered and your beloved reader to formulate a suitable ending of their own. Instead, you might hint or suggest a possible result or consequence. Most satisfying of all, an unexpected twist that delivers your reader into a shocking and surprising possibility impossible to foresee.

After all obstacles are overcome, the moment is upon us, will our hero/heroine be victorious?  Will we deliver our reader from a vortex of emotion which can only be satisfied by a single outcome? Or will they wonder as our quest goes unanswered and our protagonist suffers the unending torment of a partial answer while a piece of the puzzle remains unfinished thereby settling uneasily in the corner of their mind and which will certainly require the advent of a return to the subject and answers found.




While mentally pondering over this topic, I immediately thought of corruption, debased behaviour and depravity.  Instantly a picture of Hannibal Leckter sprung to my mind .  Second was serial killers, equally infamous are the Hillside Killer, Bundy, Jeffrey Dahmer to name but a few of many.  We could add Leopold II of Belgium, Hitler, Josef Stalin all equally corrupt led by vice.  These “individuals” shall we say are on the far end of the spectrum and are the epitomy of vice and depravity.

Was it due to mental issues, were they born that way, did circumstances create the monster?  Was a switch missing or off inside their brain to allow vices to escalate into horror?  What deep psychological  deficiency led to their vices?  In some of the instances I sited, Im not sure even vice covers the actions of these people.

Historically, gambling is considered a vice, overindulgence of any kind, and the list goes on. Some lines blur between addiction and vice.  There is a distinction between insanity and vice, but which came first?  Corruption is a vice and includes a long list of political corporate and personal cases.

I imagine then that a vice could be defined as that which is so vile, so morally bankrupt that it contaminates the being of an individual. As a society we outline that which we consider a vice, based on the accepted and unacceptable norm.  So whether their despicable actions are contained under that heading, they are deplorable and their actions vile.

I’m looking forward to your thoughts on “vice”.




A Predictable Future?

For some reason my mind was wandering and it struck me as somewhat prophetic that much of what we now take for granted, or at least use on a daily bases, originally came from the  minds of past movies,  perhaps better stated, novelists and writers of movies, particularly Sci-fi movies.

Take Stanley Kurbrick’s groundbreaking film 2001 A Space Odyssey for example which clearly predicted the tablet computer.  If not in reality, then the devices depicted bear an uncanny resemblance to the tablets we use today.  Apple’s iPad made it’s debut in 2010 which is roughly nine years after the setting making Kubruck’s film pretty accurate in it’s depiction of the time period these devices would appear.

Interestingly many issues society faces were confronted and questions raised and solutions found in Star Trek.  Diversity in appearance, culture, race, age and even robots were accepted.

As astounding are the technologies mentioned in Star Trek such as 3-D printers and the hand held communicators.  Martin Cooper, the inventor of the first cell phone, cited  Star Trek and the hand held communicators as  his inspiration for his invention.

I have to give a nod to one of my favourite movies, Short Circuit made in 1986, in which a robot becomes self aware after being struck by lightening.  While watching a news clip recently regarding advances in robotics, I was immediately reminded of this movie.  Johnny Five was created by the military for military applications not unlike current robots used by the military for reconnaissance and attack purposes.  The best known are by far, the unmanned aerial vehicles the U.S. and other militaries worldwide use.  Interestingly they use the continuous track-based design that mimics or at least looks very similar to Johnny Five’s.

It could be argued that many inventions came from the minds of movie writers. Some individual somewhere, saw the potential and created a specific application we now use.  What will the future hold, I wonder?







“Jack of all trades, the master of none.”

There are experts in every field imaginable whether it’s science, philosophy, medicine, business or art.  The obvious question is, what and who determines what an “expert” is.   Is it years of study, degrees, knowledge, experience, discovery?

While experts on any given subject in any country or within one country alone formulate divergent answers, it can be confusing.  Who is correct?  Which is the right answer since the results on many topics can offer dozens of possible answers.

It seems the more answers we find, the more confusing life becomes.  It seems we must become our own expert to ascertain the answers we seek.



Sensational Talent

I’m an avid watcher of The Voice, worldwide.  I have also watched since inception, America’s Got Talent and Britain’s Got Talent.  Why?  Because of the sensational and diversified talent offered.  Many are unknown, having tried valiantly to break into the music world.  Other talents such as Magic Acts, Comedy, Instrumental Talents come to present their routines.

I’m constantly astounded by the amount of talent the world has to offer.  In my personal opinion, many, though unheard of are incredible!  What makes each so special and so unique is their take on the compilation and presentation of any given song, for example.

I will attempt to add links to a couple of singers that were incredible and a couple of Comedy Acts and Magic Acts as well so you have an opportunity enjoy what I have witnessed.

First is Alisan Porter, Mitchell Brunings, Darcy Oakes, Ricky K,  Philip Green, Paul Zerdin.

I mention their names  because I was unaware it forwards to another contestant.  Those are the people I suggested anyway, not that there aren’t dozens more I could suggest and enjoyed immensely.

I hope these few examples delight and please you as much as they did me.


Liebster Award

I wish to thank Unmotivated Enthusiast for nominating me.  I’m honoured and delighted.

11 Random Facts About Me

l.  I have a delightful very intelligent cat I call Porsche (he races with stealth)

2. I’m pretty sure my middle name is cream cheese-aholic

3. Due to an accident, I’ve lost a considerable amount of my vision which cannot be repaired lest i lose both eyes

4. Once a photographer, I received by-lines for my work

5. I recently moved after 30 years to a new location

6. I really used to enjoy camping

7. Most of what I’ve learned is self taught from photography to drawing, painting, crochet and knitting.

8. I absolutely love humour and jokes even though I never remember them, except for the punchline.

9. I’m short, but good things come in small packages, ask anyone

10. I look forward to  The Daily Promp and can’t wait to read what others have written and add a tidbit of my own

11. I am the original “chatty cathy” if you doubt me, ask anyone crazy enough to chat with me, mwhahaha

Now for the 11 Random Questions

1 What is your passion?

Wow difficult off the hop!  I have had difficulty narrowing that down because I am passionate about many things but I’d have to say writing.

2. Why did you start blogging?

I enjoy writing and my son suggested giving it a try.  I didn’t even know they existed, how to begin or what to say.  I’m not adept at getting around the internet, so all I can say, is I wrote a blog about blogging and you’ll have to go to my blog to find it.

3.If I could change one thing about myself, what would it be?

I would have taken my health a lot more seriously much earlier on.

4.Is there a moment in your life you wish you could go back to, just to enjoy it again?  If so, what is it?

I would go back to the moment I discovered the ocean, breathing in the delightful salty sea air and basking in the sun as the waves lapped the shore.

5.Are  you planning on publishing a book in the future,  If so, what would it be about?

In actuality I already have published a book, it’s entitled “Prisoner on Holiday” and it’s a mystery.

6. Do you believe in love at first sight?

I’m not sure it is “love at first sight” but I do believe an immediate attraction on another level can be felt that draws you to another and I don’t mean lust.

7.Is there something your afraid of that is quite unusual?

No, I don’t have any unusual fears.

8.What country are you from?

I live in Canada,  on an island in British Columbia.

9.How many languages do you speak?

Unfortunately, only one as I’ve forgotten my French and Sign Language and Spanish.

10.What is one of your most embarrassing moments in life?

I don’t recall any embarrassing moment, just humiliated beyond words moments, which I will not be sharing. lol

11.Are you happy?

The first half of my life was horrific, the 2nd half  was spectacular due to the arrival of my children.  They have added an invaluable and unequaled richness and we share a warm close relationship.   Unbelievably so, unexpectedly so.  Delightfully so. I am incredibly happy!

I am nominating and contacting the following people I have been following.  Their styles may differ, but their message is always interesting and clear.

I nominate AprilEsutton, The Story Reading Ape, Swaugh212, Marilyn Armstrong,Gbolabo Adetunj.  Unfortunately I’m not adept enough at finding emails and cannot add them.  However I replied to each as I am able to inform them about their nomination.

Thank you so much Unmotivated Enthusiast for the nomination.  I enjoy reading your written word and look forward to reading more of your work.

PS  I would have re-nominated you btw.

Questions for my nominees.

  1. If you’ve written a novel, how long did it take?
  2. Who is your inspiration in life?
  3. What has been the most difficult struggle to overcome?
  4. What is the happiest moment of your life thus far?
  5. What humourous moment filled you with delight you enjoy to this day?
  6. Are you a pet lover?
  7. What other passions do you enjoy?
  8. If you were to write a novel and haven’t yet, what would it be about?
  9. How did you get into blogging?
  10. Do you travel?
  11. What is the most satisfying accomplishment of your life thus far?










I only play one online game  Admittedly I haven’t been able to play in awhile.I love this game.  You sail the ocean literally around the world.  You can join in sea battles or level your character and chat with everyone playing.  You can join a guild and play with others and it is a “free” game.  Lately it’s become more of a pay to play game.

It was obvious that there were those that were cheating. It was frustrating and discouraging.  Interestingly a discussion ensued about what a cheat could do.  I calmly and simply replied, “If you have to cheat, your not a gamer.  Because a gamer, reads up on the game, learns the intricacies and plays the game with skill.  There are many here who play with finesse.”

I’ve noticed as others play a multitude of games, it has become the “norm”.  Many cheat, create cheats, change code, whatever it takes to win.  It ruins the fun for everyone involved.  It is so terribly sad they are afraid to be real, to experience loss, and learn what true sportsmanship feels like.  A gracious winner and loser they are not.  To me, if you cheat, you lack courage, furthermore, you’ll never learn simply because you took the easy way out so you can’t lose. Some cheat and mistakenly think, I got away with it, no one noticed.  Embolden, they move on and upward, increasing the stakes.

It doesn’t stop there.   Many cheat on the job, in relationships, and their families.  They are in my opinion cheating themselves most of all.  Cheating robs you of pride, self respect and dignity.  They lose the respect trust and closeness possible with others if once they had it, and once lost, it’s can be extremely difficult to regain, can take a lifetime to repair and never to the same extent as previously enjoyed.







Some of the most obvious mistakes have created the most monumental discoveries.  The slinky, silly putty and potato chips. More importantly, Penicillin created by mistake!  Did these inventors hang their head in shame?  Obviously not, a great use came out of the mistake.  When Mark Twain was asked who is the greatest inventor?  His reply was “accident”.

Those examples put making a “mistake” into perspective.  A mistake should not give cause to blame, ostracize or shame. Instead it should be revered as growth, spontaneity, and decision making.

Sometimes it can be amusing.  Have you watched a child asked to choose between two gummy bears?  They’ve tasted neither but must choose, and they shake and hover because it could be a mistake.  The treat is tantalizing and they choose and live with the decision. Sometimes that decision may involve disappointment.  What of teenagers nearly paralyzed with indecision;  which clothes to wear to an event, if they make a mistake they might be laughed at or made to feel foolish or stand out awkwardly. They feel they only have one chance to get it right! They can’t make a mistake or . . .

Is it because at some point, someone has made an issue of making a mistake?  “You’d better not make a mistake!”  That would only be true if pulling the red wire not the blue wire meant instant death.

Making a mistake can create strength of character and opportunity for growth.   If it’s a simple mistake, we can repair it, especially if it pertains to others.  It’s a lesson learned and often not repeated.

Sometimes I think the fear of making a mistake is our desire to avoid looking foolish to others.  Perhaps we have made a wretched mistake in the past and felt the repercussions.  Possibly we were traumatized by the mistake someone else made and it affected us as individuals in a major way.

Since we are all perfectly imperfect, making choices and decisions will inevitably involve some mistakes. It’s a given, a certainty that no matter how old you are, until your last breath, you will be required to make decisions and that can and will inevitably involve mistakes.  Hopefully, we will understand, repair learn grow and move on in the knowledge that a mistake is not the end, but the beginning.











I’ve been in love with gardens forever, often captivated by the beauty found within. My hitherto balcony didn’t allow for such an indulgence, able to grow a few potted plants that brought a modicum of delight was all I could manage.  One day, about a year ago, I joined two gardening groups available on line.  They accepted me and my resultant delight and pleasure indescribable.

The generosity of all involved touching, amazing, unequivocal.  Their love of earth, gardens and flowers unending. Even more astounding than the gardens themselves, was the photographic ability of many.  Daily I witness generosity of spirit as they willingly share the beauty they have created and which surrounds them. Through photographs I witness the changes and growth from groundbreaking to completion humbly sharing in their accomplishment.

Many years ago, I gazed upon a picture of a rose completely enchanted. I stood before this wonder and stared. A picture I had taken myself in my desire to capture it’s lush beauty, it’s essence. The rose was so richly velvet, it’s colour so vibrant it didn’t seem real or possible.  Had the picture been enhanced somehow?  No, my eyes witnessed it’s birth and development, it’s growth from bud to blossom.

We witness many incredible moments in the passage of time,  committing them to memory.  This is but one of many I personally enjoyed.





“You can’t see the forest for the trees!”  “It’s as plain as the nose on your face!”

Haven’t we all encountered situations that weren’t all that obvious?  The answers we sought might have been “obvious” to everyone else, but certainly weren’t to us.  We pondered, thought, questioned,lamented often aggrieved we couldn’t or hadn’t reached a conclusion which seemed so apparent to everyone else.

It’s as obvious as the nose on your face

I know what I would do if I were in your place

Then tell me what am I missing

It is completely astoundingly aggravating

The solution that i seek

Out of reach and oblique

Please tell me what I should do

Which way to turn to get through

The journey to discovery

Although part of the recovery

Never simple easy or comfortable

I want the answer without preamble

Alone and quiet without an audience

You will find that which is obvious








I held out a handful of coins, a mixture of dimes, quarters and silver dollars (yes we have those in Canada, again) to a little one.  Without hesitation she chose the dimes.  When I asked why she chose those over the others, her reply was “because they are tiny”. Children will always choose miniature over all else.  They love miniature tea sets, miniature soldiers and tiny pieces that fit into other pieces, you step on, it’s murphy’s law, I swear.  Tots will play for hours if you’d let them with mini boats and rubber duckies.

As adults we are drawn to miniature horses or miniature roses, Russian Nesting Dolls and lately miniature dwellings to name but a few.  Miniature Golf has great appeal as we wander around a miniature golf course attempting to knock our golf ball through that miniature hole!  Argh!  What of golfers who chase after that miniature ball with accompanying camera crews attempting to capture it on film?

The list is not miniature!  We could fill pages on miniature items that fascinate us and capture our attention.

I had thought of the cliche  “stop making mountains out of molehills” and would have run with that, or possibly “good things come in small packages” even Disney’s famous “It’s a small world after all”. Much could be made of any of these as topics.

Since I wasn’t sure whether to go cute, funny or philosophical this is my contribution to today’s topic.  Enjoy.











I could have been a professional student. So much do I love learning.  Every year I watch the school curriculum dwindle with more cuts.  I saw it when I was young.  My mother had a grade six education, in a one room school house.  Yet what she learned was equivalent to a university education, comparatively.

Then my turn came and with friends much older than I who explained what they were learning, I was filled with excitement, anticipation and yearning unending.  Couldn’t wait!  I’d be there soon.  Alas most of what we had discussed was cut.

It became obvious that if I wanted to learn, it was incumbent upon me as an individual to pursue the process.  In reality learning never stops and applies to every facet of life.  Whether it’s educational, or life learning, the opportunity is available until the day we die.  Do we embrace it, or deny it?  Do we grab it and hold on excited at the possibilities and prospects learning offers us?  Comprehending the vastness of our universe we choose one of many paths available. Whatever your passion is, open that door first, learn all there is to learn for life is indeed short.  No time to waste.

Often people complain about school and learning, but the more you know, the more you know.  Learning offers us the wisdom to make well informed decisions.  The more informed we are the easier life becomes.  Our perspective is broader we are able to see life through a Hubble telescope as opposed to binoculars.

If your one of the lucky ones, you learn this lesson early in life and your born with the hunger for learning.



My thoughts on Fifty!

Fifty an age among many, that hopefully will come and go.

Where reason and wisdom reside and maturity shall flow?

Oh right, Fifty Shades of Grey, I’ve heard about that

The silver luster in my hair now covered by a slouch hat!

Song and ballads and poems galore

Bout couples gliding across the dance floor

Eloquent and graceful together they float

As I settle down on the sofa in pj’s and old housecoat

Ah yes, the golden years, touted as being all that

Silly me juggling cane and coffee like an acrobat

Still isn’t age just mind over matter

And if you don’t mind it doesn’t matter

Oh great words of wisdom from me how amusing

Cause quite frankly, between you and me, I got nothing!




The choice was simple!  He must act.  Must slap down the cruel ignorant hateful man poking fun at all he did not understand.  He did not understand me so I had become the butt of his ill tempered jokes, his obvious jabs and unkind even cruel words.  The latest in a long string of men that had fallen before me.

Pulling himself up tall and straight he realized this was the moment, pure and simple. Still he held back realizing the risk.  He was jeopardizing his family.  He quaked, he could lose his job.  He could be ostracized.

Although he was not a popular man, his boss’s reach was long and powerful. What should he do?  What could he do?  What must he do?  He felt as though he were being ripped in two.  His family and livelihood stood on one side, his dignity and self respect on the other.  Still he must take a stand in the face of adversity and rejection for the situation was intolerable.

Turning he looked over his shoulder and interrupting his latest sojourn into yet another diatribe, said, “You, sir, are an ass!”

Turning to face him directly he continued all the suppressed anger vividly clear upon his enraged countenance.  “Do not poke fun at me!  I will no longer sit quietly through your pathetic jokes and misguided humour.  I am a man as qualified and capable as you!”

His boss stood and stared. Time stood still as the full realization of what he’d done set in.  He squared his shoulders and waited.

Suddenly a loud barking laugh erupted.  His boss was shaking with mirth.  He stepped forward and walked toward the distraught and furious man, “Damn that’s what I was looking for!  Someone with guts and fortitude able to look me in the eye and call it like it is.”

Stunned he  stared.  He had not expected this. He dare not show relief, he must not sag, for the moment was won, but the game was far from over.







I wanted to write something completely profound or hilariously funny on being a “youth”. Alas the thoughts would not come. Instead I wrote a poem mindful of youthful intent.  We would try anything new.  The world was our oyster and nothing could harm us, we were invincible.

Oh how I long for the days of youth

As new worlds were introduced

Unguarded simple and fun

No such thing as can’t be done

Awaking ready for new adventure

Delightful heady robust and free

Nothing could dampen our glee

Through a window to the past

I now look and am aghast

How in the blink of an eye

Life has whizzed on by

As recalling fond memories

Fills me with aching reverie

No my youth was not misspent

Nor was it irrelevant

Unfettered youthful joy

No one can destroy





Perception is everything. We trust our eyes to tell us the story.

We determine a person’s honesty and how trustworthy they may by what we discern upon looking into their eyes. We watch others reactions in order to perceive their motives and feelings and our eyes give us clues to an individual’s mood.  And truly it happens literally in the blink of an eye.

How often we are touched and sincerely moved, completely undone when peering into the eyes of a loved one we find tenderness reflected there. A moment of panic or doubt consumes us as we share something valuable and close to our hearts with another and we are suddenly calmed, their approval and acceptance untold, wordless, but completely understood.

How wrenching it can be when we peer intently at another and find the depths of pain or sadness reflected there, well hidden, but for their eyes which tell us a deeper unspoken story.

Eyes have specific appeal.  We write romantic sonnets poetry and stories about eyes.

We enjoy the beauty of our surroundings, pictures, or art.  Yet oddly enough we close our eyes when listening as a beautiful poem is read aloud, or picture a loved one while reading something particularly profound in a letter they wrote, or even when listening to music as it conjures up pictures in our mind.  Pictures we created with our eyes and wish now to recall.




The moons many phases bring delight

Especially when shining big and bright

Casting an ephemeral glow upon our world

While we dance and sing songs undisturbed

The moon’s shimmering glow

O’er the landscape we all know.

Or resting still beside the shore

Alone or with someone we adore

We sit and gaze so enchanted are we

Our head rested upon bent knee

Our gaze steady fixed and intent

Nothing here to lament












Some believe in ghosts and feel

They exist undoubtedly  real

Though felt they remain unseen unheard

The line between becomes so blurred

Indeed we all have ghosts that haunt

Past experiences that us taunt

Although they remain peripheral

Their power o’er us monumentally real

Do they guide and help us heal

The unseen scars of  tortured past

Until we have peace at long last





We are such amusing and downright funny creatures.  Have you noticed that?  Sometimes it’s hilariously funny.  We will attempt to carry all the groceries to the house in one go and inevitably drop something and we kick it to the door instead. Thinking all the while,  “I got this!”

We pick up several small items, but drop them again and again and again, redoubling our efforts in our attempt to pick up every last piece of whatever, in one go. “I got this, I got this!”

What of the macho man who can carry the king sized mattress all by himself and struggles against all odds, to maneuver the unwieldy thing up that long twisting flight of stairs to the bedroom and falls flat on top of it, job well done!  “I got this, I got this!”

No matter how difficult the struggle involved once begun, it must be won!  Determination sets in and now by god we ARE gong to do it. In every instance, we congratulate ourselves and feel accomplished, then silly when we realize we really should have asked for help, or made that second trip because it would have been far easier.

Indeed, I use these examples to highlight how funny and silly we all can be when we attempt to “carry” any load by ourselves when help is at hand.






Isn’t “confused” really about not understanding why something is as it is?  I remember the first time “confusion” hit me.  I had never been so confused in my life and I was embarrassed to admit it, I seriously didn’t want anyone to know that I was in this state.  I’d never had a problem with decision making, right or wrong, I chose a path.

I couldn’t see the forest for the trees, my head was in a fog,  a swirling vortex pulling me back and forth, and until I made this one seriously important decision that would ultimately change my life’s course, I felt paralyzed.  Round and round it went, whether I was consciously aware of the thought, it was there, lurking, waiting, hovering.

I eventually made the life changing decision, and understood that confusion was a puffy cloud surrounding protecting me until I was able to figure out what I needed to do, wanted to do, what was right for everyone concerned.  Suddenly the day shone brightly, the cloud was gone, and I moved on.

Now when I find I am confused by something, I simply stop and ask myself, why?  What is so confusing about this given situation?  Once I have that answer, I’m able to work my way quickly through.  Simply my thought on “confused”.




Many situations may seem uncompromisingly complicated, until we unravel them.

Every complicated situation has a beginning and an end.  Some are of our own making and in our own mind, and we suddenly find the answer and wonder why we thought “it” was so complicated in the first place.

A child comes to you with knotted hair, an elastic entwined, and you settle down and carefully untangle the webs nest gently moving the offending piece of elastic until the knot is gone and the hair becomes tangle free.

Complicated is a puzzle.  We start somewhere, anywhere, and work our way back and forth until we find a beginning and an end result that makes sense. Suddenly, whatever confounded us, is no longer complicated.

The universe is complicated spectacularly brilliantly.  Scientists have thought pondered examined and puzzled on it’s make up eventually finding startling results that create answers and often even more questions.  Still the quest goes on.

Relationships get complicated when we don’t understand another persons point of view or stand on a topic or situation of extreme value to  us.  Suddenly it’s complicated. Why don’t they understand? Emotions get in the way walls go up suddenly we aren’t speaking freely any more fearing perhaps a confrontation or negative response.  The result, “it’s complicated.”

In reality, complications are either solved and answers found to our satisfaction, or we are in a position to understand it or we stop moving freely.