Category Archives: Rambling Ruminations

Coffee mug.

I haven’t written in quite some time, and there’s still that trip to Norway about which I haven’t garnered enough energy to write… so just to warm up my writer’s mind once again, I decided to write about the first thing that randomly came into my line of vision just to once again move my fingers and type out some words. Continue reading

You Are More Than You Know.

Skeletor knows his shit

I was once asked a weird question about “the Taoist look” regarding hair. He mentioned that his work wants him to keep his hair short and his face shaven, so he asked me if there’s any way that he can prove that having long hair and a beard is a “very Taoist thing,” so he wouldn’t have to groom himself to his company’s regulations.

Are there any Taoist “stylishness regulations?” I mean, would failure to maintain a beard be grounds for immediate separation from the Tao? Where in the Uniform Code of Taoist Justice (UCTJ) does it say this? What about shoes, will I have to get rid of my Crocs?! Are my glasses Taoisty enough?!?! Continue reading

Throwback Thursday to 1979

I was strange from the start.


Bored at a restaurant…

…so I doodled on a placemat.

Rest Easy, Grandma.

I just learned that my paternal grandmother passed away the other day. She was my last surviving grandparent on either side. I never really knew her. The only time I spent any quality time with her was back when I was five years old. All I remember was that she and my grandfather stayed with us for a short time back then. She cooked, cleaned, and took pleasure in shouting at my mother. Oh, and she’d give herself one of those “towel baths” in her room with the door open, which was kind of gross. I’ve long forgiven her for that. But still the nightmares come.

LOL… sorry.
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“I wanted more than life could ever grant me.” ~ Today, by The Smashing Pumpkins

Today is the greatest day for me. I’m going to heal. Continue reading

Brazil and My Life-Changing Question

Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, 2007

By the end of 2006, I was spiritually at one of my all-time lows. I repeatedly questioned my own existence in this world in a very “George Bailey” sort of way (James Stewart’s character in the 1946 film “It’s A Wonderful Life”), that maybe the world would be best without me. To be honest, I used to think about that pretty regularly for several years. But this time around, I had a son on the way so I snapped out of it quickly, especially after our trip to Brazil in 2007. Continue reading