583. December 28, 2011….A gift baskets filled with nails….somebody’s gonna like it….

"Well Said" ©2011, Robert Redus

“Let’s hope you feel better now.” – Jack Kevorkian

we’ve all dreamed of being in that perfect place…the one we…”Belong” in…I too have dreamed that dream…sort of making knots without ever actually tying them with my hands…intertwining me with the situation…or other people…or scenarios…and the nice thing is…it always looks fantastic…you know the glossy magazine sort of look…full heads of hair…the ocean view just… “Over There”…and it looks like none of us work…or have really any place to be other than right there….but me…just like every movie I’ve ever seen…at the end…I always ask the same old question…. “What happens next?”….

Anybody who has a last name that ends in “IAN” or “YAN” is of Armenian descent….they belong to a group of people who not only share the same name ending but perhaps many other things…just like with extremely little exception…two blue-eyed parents can only produce blue eyed children…and two red-headed parents…can ONLY produce redheads…

people belong for many reasons some based on experience….others on choice while still others by no choice of their own….at all…the truth is the group is a great place to be as long as it is serving both you and the group…once either one loses the serving aspect of the relationship…you can quickly become a Captain Bligh character in your own personal Mutiny on the Bounty…and perhaps set adrift with a bit smaller group…who also share the same liabilities and attributes you too have…

the idea of belonging is a great idea…when it’s true…and how we have decided to define that truth to ourselves…so filling out the application for membership to belong…becomes an endeavor of desire rather than filling a hole with something…and if ….really anything would do…maybe it’s time to check the desire -vs- the need….

the Tao talks often of the void being the value…the nothingness…creates the everything…the large can only exist because of the small…the interior of a coffee cup is no doubt the void the valuable part of the cup…but without the exterior the interior fails to exist…so the valuable is the invaluable as is the invaluable the valuable…

I guess what seems often as the “perfect place”….may well be in opposition of that perfect place…but is as close to that perfect place as possible…

here are some photographs I took yesterday during a mile and a half walk…some of it belongs…while some of it does not….yet all of it does and doesn’t belong….

Thanks Jack…I do feel better now….