Remnants of passion

Lay in nature’s wet embrace

Reflecting an iconic

Manmade wonder

Hinting at legendary

Romance

Sparking fantasies of

Parisian love

As I lay alone in my bed

On the other side of the world

E.A. Fussell

02.19.2020

Shout-out to all the hardworking men and women who have made this country great even when what they were working with may not have been the greatest. If it wasn’t for folks like them, and us, America would never have been as blessed as she has been.

Regardless of what’s happening in the world, or in our own personal lives, hard-workers like us still show up each day and give it our all. We may not stand on the corner and shout-out our beliefs, but it doesn’t mean we don’t have an opinion or that we won’t take a stand when it’s necessary. We’re just too busy with our purpose to get bogged down in the illusion of the latest national crisis painted by a biased and blatantly fake media.

What might happen if we, the hard-workers, forget who we are and start sitting on our butts, buying into the latest popular argument or disaster, getting stuck, afraid, depressed, as we observe the chaos around us instead of moving forward with whatever we have to do that is clearly right in front of us? There would be a true crisis if we decided to listen to the lies of the media mongers.

If the hard-workers like us ever decide to stop working. The wheels of this giant invisible tax producing machine that whirls around us unseen would truly breakdown. And the circus that feeds on it would not even be able to afford a cheap clown.

E.A. Fussell
02.18.2020

Why do Monday’s always feel like we’re facing a giant gator?

Monday Monday
Reminding myself to breathe
Keeping my mood in check
No matter what I see
And every time
That old gator gets too close
I turn around
And bop him on the nose

E.A. Fussell
02.17.2020

Photo by Lee Smith Photography

The universe never asked you to struggle. It is simply answering your mood.

If we change our internal feeling we can change our atmosphere. This only works for ourselves. It may have a positive impact on others, but we can’t hold ourselves back trying to help or change someone else. Each of us has our own path, sometimes we are blessed to share it with loved ones. Sometimes we must walk it alone.

There will always be roses in some form along our path, whether we are together or alone. If we carry the wrong feelings it may look like a bramble bush instead of a rose bush. The right feeling serves as a pair of gloves and a set of garden clippers allowing us to cut thru the chaos straight to the stem and the beauty of the rose.

How quickly we get past our thorns and harvest our roses is up to us.

E.A Fussell
02.17.2020

Sunday’s I take some time

To refresh and renew my mind

In order to survive

When this week’s plans

Buck and turn

And try to toss me

In the dirt

I’ll be ready

Holding on tight

Digging in my heels

To give this week

One hell-of-a-ride

E.A. Fussell

02.16.2020

Photo by Larry Pagett, LP Photography