It's always nice to have that place where you're greeted and recognized. Many of my age and time remember the old show Cheers. We gathered around our TV sets to feel part of that zany bunch of misfits as they weekly gave us a sense of belonging.
I may not see your face, but I hear your words as they take sound off the page, and into my understanding. They form into a voice that carries an intent, a force beyond flat paper. I'm so grateful for technology that can bring together living thoughts and heartbeats of interest and passion, that may never have by other means collided. I'm a fan of thinking, of pressing beyond the surface to find the depth. I'm not afraid of an argument. It does not diminish who we are, or what we believe because we disagree. Have you ever sat at an event in a different row than a friend, and later discover your seat saw angles their seat did not allow, or vice versa. A broader picture is often enjoyed when we let others join in our view. I may only have one color, and can provide clear sharp lines and designs to create a profound sketch. Another may say, hey, I have a color, and sweep with his green across your clear black lines and depth comes to your trees and grass. One by one they come into our lives. Each one with their unique color and shading. Creating and adding to our foundation until a full dimensional view is held. Aww, life unfolding, one color at a time, one meeting of minds at a time, one wrestle of truth to victories end. 
Thanks for coming to my familiar place, for adding your color. I hope you come again.

I have been reviewing old books and sorting through old memories that grew up through the years. Many of my special moments settled among good books, good food, and family. The comforts of life! I hope all had a special Mother's Day, and I hope it went beyond the traditional card and duty to a genuine time of reflecting. I hope we all have those tattered, treasured, moments we shared with our Moms or Grandmothers, or even an Aunt. Moments that embedded strength, joy, or even imagination into our lives.

When was the last time you woke up full of anticipation? Sometimes I let the routine of life snuff out any thoughts of wonder or excitement. I forget to take in my environment, to notice differences as they may appear, a new flower that bloomed, or even a weed that may have popped up in a less traveled corner, that is doning a radiant flower? Tunnel vision begins to narrow all awareness to the direct task at hand. In such a hurry to get to my destination, I never notice the path I take to get there. On the way in I may be projecting thought to what is next to be done, or something I'm out of and must add to my need list. When just about the time I'm approaching my intrance, hand stretched out prepared to open the door, my eyes drop to the ground and I notice an amazing design in the walkway. Was that always there? Surely not. Now entering, a man stands off to the side. I casually ask, "Is the path new?" "Nope," he replies, and off I go. On my way out, feeling satisfied with the completion of my task, I notice again the beautiful path that led into the building. I look around, I had never noticed the well sculptured tree that graced a deep green grass. I saw a young woman seated on a quaint bench reading in the shade. I was so intent on my quest I had missed all the beauty along the way. I passed the woman reading and she looked up with a bright smile. "Is it good," I quizzed. She replied with great enthuesiasm. I looked at my watch. I had time. I sat down and she shared the books plot with excitement, and shared the impact she was finding it had upon her own life story. Her eyes were bright and lively, her demeanor inviting, as we shared a few minutes. I walked away full. I was productive in my task, and engaged in my surroundings. It's a good day!