I’m posting what I
feel, not to get numbers, but I’m have enough ego to want someone to read what
I am written.
I know with a blog,
you need to produce something people want.
Sometimes a blog is
for information, often it is to inspire, sometimes for entertainment. Some
people blog for self-indulgence. However, I prefer to say it is for
self-expression. I encourage people to do that, to find whatever floats their
boat and do it. That gives life its juice.
I have read that your
demographics are into what you are into, and I would like to supply what you
are looking for, but I must admit it is a shot in the dark. Thus, I must
provide what I’m into and take my chances.
I found out today that
more people watch YouTube than they read blogs, and while I’ve have been
reticent about going on YouTube, now I find I don’t have to put my big fat face
on it. (My face isn’t fat.) I’m thinking of filming forest trails, for I love
the forest, and I live in Oregon, where there are forests to share. While
walking along the forest trail, filming, I could talk about how we attract what
we want, how we can have a happy life, and get what we want out of life. We are
here for a reason, and I see that frustrated and unhappy people abound. We all
need a picker-upper once in a while. Hell– we need it daily.
Having someone admit
it isn’t all a bed of roses is essential too. (I’ll try not to use too many
clichés.) It’s okay to acknowledge where you are. If it’s in the dumps, admit
it and move on from there. Rarely do we jump from absolute misery to absolute
happiness in one quantum leap. We climb up incrementally. Like anger is better
than depression. What comes after anger? Maybe some resolve, some insight. Calm
even. Acknowledge where you are and move from there. The idea is to not allow
the minutia of life to overshadow the grandeur of it. (You see, I talk to
myself as much as to you, for I have noticed that once I express my feelings, I
I want to celebrate
life. Is that what you want?
Upward and onward,
Love from Jo
P.S. I placed wild
turkeys for the picture above, for they have enough smarts to survive, among
coyotes, dogs, raccoons, and whatever else likes turkey for dinner.
A few years ago, we
rented a lovely home on three acres in California. After a time, the owner
moved in chickens and turkeys. They were out of view from the house, and as I
had some experience with chickens I offered–for a reduction in rent, to feed
them for him. It was a great arrangement, and the turkeys were young and thus
became attached to me. They would sing out a chorus of gobbling when I
approached their pen–of course they knew food came with me, but even the owner
said they liked me. The trouble was we also had coyotes that would break in
during the night, I would see the evidence come morning. So, I kept calling the
owner to shore up the fencing. Finally, he got it rather coyote proof.
And then, can you
believe it? I guess turkeys are inquisitive creatures, and would go up to the
fence to meet Mr. Coyote, and zap off with the head.
I tried to tell them,
but would they listen?
I’ll try to steer you