"I would definitely prefer something different than the scenario that is in place at this time. It's uncomfortable to me as an American citizen to have to feel that I'm doing something wrong." - Vermont Dairy Farmer
"I would definitely prefer something different than the scenario that is in place at this time. It's uncomfortable to me as an American citizen to have to feel that I'm doing something wrong." - Vermont Dairy Farmer
“There is no trail. The desert has no path. Or rather, there’s a trail here and there. You can walk…you can just walk around a mountain. Yeah, you can walk in circles. You think you’re walking in the right direction but sometimes you walk in circles.” - Vermont Dairy Farmer
“Don't expect any state troopers or plow drivers to be radioing in an "urgent code brown" from Interstate 89.”
Explosions would light up the night sky above the bright lights of the stadium. I would crawl through my window onto the gently-sloped roof ledge and feel the colored bursts at my level. They were in the distance but you could still hear the cheers.
“I don't know who named Chula Vista, but they probably had a sense of humor.”
Rainbows often inch across the room, shining from the crystal hanging in the window. Today, a bright one moved across my chessboard. I moved quickly to set up the pieces before the clouds and trees extinguished the vibrant rainbow. It was my move and I was on the clock.
“A little past Montpelier, I saw the covered wagon on my left but I kept driving. My mind screamed at me to stop, still I kept driving. I had an interview to get to and I had a bit to go. My mind rationed more clearly the further I drove, "When's the last time you saw a covered wagon on the side of the road?"“
Your discontentment is in direct proportion to your refusal to live out your dreams of purpose. The life you want will then always be on the peripherals of your experience, just outside of your realization.
The excitement reverberates throughout the entire crowd in steady waves of bright color synced to the rhythmic groaning and grinding of float wheels.
Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, while still surrounded by office buildings and mountains, are shrines that stop the world and let you off for a while.
We’d run back through the quarterdeck taking all that sand with us back to our rooms. What fun we had. Meanwhile, my wife and daughters watched ‘locked and loaded’ armored vehicles roll by their bedroom windows a thousand miles away from me. They were also on a military base behind locked gates and doors.
You bend time. Whole faith and infinite patience hastens the effects. Miracles are observed here. You will expect them and so will others.
Warning shots are no longer just across our bow. They are striking targets accurately and devastatingly. We must take complete responsibility for our perception and treatment of women. They cannot be ignored and they will not cease fire until we understand one all-encompassing truth. A truth that hasn't been as self-evident as we thought.
After the rain this morning, this was hanging above me on the porch swing. Each drop is connected to the rest and they all reflect the same thing.
We were still wide awake at four in the morning. We pulled back the room curtains and saw a fish market already awake, too. We got dressed and crossed the river on foot to see what they’d caught.
We were leaving Bath, Maine towards our new homeport in my birthplace, San Diego, CA. I was moving back after 25 years away.
