The Well

I went to the wishing well. I tossed in my quarter. But instead of a splashing sound, I heard my quarter hit the rocky ground.

I asked what was the deal.

The wishing well said, "I'm out of water."

I asked if that would diminish the power of my wish.

The wishing well said, "Really?"

Me and the Sun

 

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When I Worked for NASA

Back before the Hubble telescope, Nasa sent me into space with a pad of paper and a pack of oil pastels. They asked me to paint pictures of what I saw. This is an image from the X9Z-1 galaxy of a planet called Bob.

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This is my self-portrait. This is how I look when I'm calm.  

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Wishing

I went to the wishing well and put in a quarter. I didn't say anything.

The wishing well said, "Do you have a wish or not?"

I said that I was feeling confused because when I get what I want, I'm really happy, but that happiness quickly fades and I want something else.

The wishing well said, "Then you just wish for something new."

I said that it seems like an endless cycle.

The wishing well said, "Why do you think I got into this business?"

The Pond

I was walking through the woods when I came up a reflecting pond.

I looked into the pond and saw a horse looking back. I actually turned around and looked behind me, but there was no one.

I looked back to the pond. I admired my brown lustrous coat.

Out for a Walk

I took my dog Rexy out for a walk this evening.

We didn't say anything to each other for quite a while.

Finally my dog Rexy said, "I think of you as my person."

Art Becomes Life

I've been painting so much that I'm now a painting!...I want to connect with someone who can help me sell the art work I've been creating and build a market for it. Does anyone know anyone who knows how to help artists do this and who would take on a relatively unknown (and shy) artist like me?

The Transition

I was woken in the middle of the night by a grinding sound. I sat up and saw Saturday as it was appearing out of the last remains of Friday. I got out my sketch pad and drew this picture.

On the Way to the Moon

This morning I took my rocket ship to the moon.

Halfway there I ran out of gas. I got really upset with myself for not filling up the tank when I left.

That exhausted me so I just sat there in the captain's chair, looking out the window.

I realized this was the first moment I had to myself with nothing to do for quite a while. I thought I could meditate and recharge myself so dumb things like this wouldn't happen again.

But I got uncomfortable with the silence and went online to leave you this post.

The Seminar

I went to the Manifest Your Best Life Now Seminar.

The speaker said, "You need to really, really want what you want in life to manifest your dream life!"

I raised my hand and said that I want things, but I don't really, really want anything.

The speaker said, "What if you tried to really, really want to really, really want something?"

I tried hard for about a minute.

When I was done, the speaker asked how it went.

I said all I got was a headache.

The speaker got excited and said, "Great, don't you really, really want to get rid of your headache?"

I said that I really, really wanted a refund.

The Sauna

This morning I had my weekly Saturday morning sauna with God.

I said to God, "I think too much."

God said, "You always find something to complain about."

I said, "What do you mean?"

God said, "We can't get together without you telling me something that is wrong with your life."

I said, "Well, if you feel that way, why do you hang out with me?"

God said, "I'm entranced by your shiny bald head."

Maxim

You can be right, but it's a tremendous burden and the monthly payments are exhausting.

The Gist

Nothing is a problem until you set it on fire and climb into it.

The Walk

I was driving down the freeway when I stopped in the middle of the road and got out of my car.

People honked and swerved as I walked forward on the lane I had been previously driving on.

I walked for about two hours until I walk-exited the turnoff. I walked another half hour till I got to my home.

I went in and sat down on my couch. My feet hurt, so I rubbed them.

I thought of calling a friend to talk about what I'd done earlier, but realized I'd left my phone in my car.