To climb above the haze of thought into clear understanding, to navigate a true course, to take the highest road, to air out my soul, to breathe freely, to soar. This is my essay. all rights reserved by wingman
I am 48 years old and yesterday, for the first time, I did something I never dreamed I would do. I repotted four orchid plants. I have never repotted a flower before. Actually, I don't remember ever repotting any plant of any variety before. It was a chore that needed tending but I actually enjoyed it. But I still like motorcycles and airplanes and loud guitars and guns and don't ever forget it!
posted by wingman at 9:36 PM
I like anything that flies and most other things that move or move me in three dimensions. I like sports that involve the burning of fossil fuels. I don't like sports that involve balls. I enjoy beauty and make attempts to create some. I am deeply moved by subtlety and symbol. But I also like being a tough, outdoors guy. I adore women but don't understand them. I don't throw stuff away, I fix it. I admire simple and strong design but am often seduced by the complex. I'm a renaissance man wanna-be.
3 Comments:
:) Beautiful.
you learn well, grasshopper.
You artsy-musical types are all alike....
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