But Y'all Don't Hear Me....

But Y'all Don't Hear Me....

It's been quite some time since made an entry into my blog. To be honest I just wasn't feeling it. I had nothing really creative to say and the only things I could think of were negative or thoughts revolving around the faux news from that mess we call the media (I'm talking about you Fox News, CNN, and MSNBC) regarding the election. Instead of just talking to be heard or to hear myself, I decided to be prudent and not say anything until I felt I had anything of value to put out there.

America Wants Things The Way They Are...

America Wants Things The Way They Are...

We hear it all the time, everytime something negative happens in society and minorities, along with the poor and downtrodden riot, we hear "Why do they have to destroy things? Why can't they protest peacefully? Don't they realize that their message and pleas are being lost amongst all the violence and destruction?" As if people weren't peacefully expressing their disdain and their issues before the riot began. Now we have a man, Colin Kaepernick, who is potentially sacrificing his pro football career and endorsements doing just that, protesting peacefully, and people still have an issue with it.

Sometimes Opportunity Knocks, But You Have To Let It Keep Knocking...

Sometimes Opportunity Knocks, But You Have To Let It Keep Knocking...

Sometimes opportunity comes knocking, and sometimes we create them.  When it comes to our professions or the opportunities in life, many of us like to calculate them.  We constantly work and make decisions or choices that we think will set us up or spring board us to that next promotion or job down the line that will give us that satisfaction of achievement and see that next big pay check.

To Live And Ride...

To Live And Ride...

The storm must have passed and been over for a while now and he had no idea how long he had been laying in the road.  He woke up feeling a slight chill and feeling soaked.  He must have just laid there and slept for a while.  He opened his eyes, looked around for a bit and surveyed the area.  He saw leaves, debris and things of that nature lying around but other than that he didn't see anything else except for his bike.  

Ride On In The Storm....

Ride On In The Storm....

He sat for hours observing the blue jay, relaxing in the breeze and taking in the sun learning all he could from the bird before deciding that he needed to get back on the saddle and peddle out of town.  He took a look at his map, after putting away his pad and pencil and began to map out his route and destination. It was becoming fun to him, calculating the time and distance he would be traveling even though he had no obligation to either.  

Rallying Cry...

Rallying Cry...

This past week marked the 2016 Republican National Convention and boy let me tell you, what a unbelievable show it was.  An unbelievble show of a dangerous, racist, nationalist sentiment that has always been in America, but picked this stage to make a grand appearance on a national stage. The vitriol that spewed from the mouths of former New York Mayor Rudy Guiliani and Sheriff David Clarke is just a bit of the disgusting legacy that America has decided to put on full view for the world to see.

(Being) Apart of the Journey....(cont.)

(Being) Apart of the Journey....(cont.)

It's been a few hours since he's had his encounter with the strange begger who wound up teaching him a valuable lesson.  He's been pedaling around and exploring this new town that he's in, oddly gazing at the pavement as he rides.  He notices all the cracks, rocks, and in some places broken glass that he has to avoid for fear of getting a flat tire.  He thinks to himself how much more he enjoys riding on newly laid concrete and road as it provides for a much smoother and faster ride.

Perilous Times....

Perilous Times....

As much as I don't want to beat a dead horse or repeat myself, I almost feel like there's nothing else that I can or feel like writing about except for what's been going on in America this past week.  I want to continue my story about my wayward traveler, and I will at some point, but the fact of the matter is that this week's events have taken a lot out of me as far as my creative palette is concerned.  I wanted to paint this week and couldn't even find the desire to get out the canvas and paint.