The Unexpected Exit Ramps of Life’s GPS.

What do we do when we know we need to make a change in life?

I’ll go ahead and say now that the reason for a change is not always caused by a bad thing. Our reason for change could simply be our realization that one thing is what we want over what we currently have or are on the path to. We may have a good job that we don’t hate, but we want one that we’re happy waking up to each day.

Many say we just need to take it one step at a time, one day at a time. Okay. I suppose they’re right up to a point. But we either have to get to their starting point or decide if we can determine what their point is. Yeah, that sentence confused me too and I’m supposed to know what I’m talking about.

To begin to find a first step we first need to realize a change is needed or required. Sometimes that change isn’t a choice but something thrown in our path. An exit ramp our GPS says we must take to continue our life because our original destination no longer exists.

That realization is a difficult thing to admit to.  Pride? Denial? Hope? Self-pity? Or maybe completely oblivious to what’s happening. Sometimes we can go through them all before hitting the reality wall. And then the hard work begins. Even with the acceptance of our situation, we know we need to figure out what to do next to get healthier.

When I said healthier I wasn’t necessarily meaning physical health. Mental, emotional, social, family, relationship, workplace, and basically anything that’s been a detour, hiccup, problem, or obstacle to happiness in our life. It could be a combination of several of those areas mentioned. Rarely is one area of our lives isolated during a swerve in life.

small, dark, hard corners

press spines into tension rods

will they break or bend

As some of you know I’ve had my share of exit ramps, thus why I found my way to blogging and poetry. But recently exit ramps were popping up on my life GPS.  I’d been off-road these past few years enough to recognize the rough terrain and eventually found my way back. Don’t get me wrong, getting back on life’s highway has taken time, and the pavement isn’t a bit bumpy but I maybe can see fresh pavement ahead. Just because I’ve been on the emotional and mental version of The Baja 1000 doesn’t mean it was any easier to make my way back or want to. It just means I knew I was there sooner than some others might have. I still had to make that decision to turn the truck around and head back to the highway.

Today is my first day of intentionally doing something to make a change in my life for the better in quite a long time. The words ‘Intentional’ and ‘Commit To’ and ‘Work the Problem’ are really annoying. They are so overused, but I do agree with doing something intentionally. If we say we are going to wake up tomorrow and drink decaf coffee instead of caffeinated but we make no preparations to do so, such as having only having caffeinated in the house instead of stocking up on decaf, then what’s likely to happen? We need to think these things through to a logical end.

That’s just one simple example.

Psalm:  “Be still, and know that I am God…”

I note the above verse because it’s one I often think of when my thoughts are in turmoil about something. It came into my life when things were a tornado of panic and difficulty. And it kept popping up all within a few days of each other in different ways from different people and many, many miles apart. Basically, the verse is saying that no matter what is happening on Earth, God has you in His hand and that once you are His you can stare difficulty in the eye and realize that no matter the end result you will ultimately end up in a place so far removed from the idea we have of a perfect that it will blow our minds.

But for me it is a way to close my eyes and just think, the world is bigger than me and I can only do what I can do. And as long as I do that then I’ve done what I can do. I may not be satisfied with it but it is what it is. I can’t worry about all those things that I have no control over even though I wish I could. I can’t bring world peace, end poverty, or world hunger with a snap of my fingers. I can donate, work at a soup kitchen, or do whatever, but I can only do my little part and be okay with that. I can only do my best at a job and the person signing the checks doesn’t like it then maybe I won’t be working for them again. But I did my best.

By doing what I can then I can have a bit of peace.  I can be still and know that God has me and I have done as God would have me do.

Maybe you are not a believer, but you can still use what you’ve read here. I only went into the  Bible verse because it helps me and it might help others. Also, it’s true that you can only do what you can do. And we need to accept that… up to a point. We should never be satisfied in some areas, such as helping the hungry and the poor. But we should be okay with what we’ve done with the idea of trying a little bit more next time. If we aren’t then we may just end up in a situation where we can’t help anyone… not even ourselves.

Until next time,

Peace, be still and do…

Ronovan

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Ron’s Favorite Things!

Subject to change as I come across others.

Favorite Movies

  1. The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975)
  2. Blade Runner (1982)
  3. Ghost in the Shell (1996) (Anime)
  4. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone (2001)
  5. Wonder Woman (2017)

Favorite Books

  1. Maestro, John Gardner
  2. The Cat Who Ate Danish Modern, Lilian Jackson Braun
  3. LOTR, J. R. R. Tolkien
  4. The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald
  5. Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins

Favorite Music

  1. The Beatles
  2. George Michael
  3. Glenn Miller
  4. R.E.M.
  5. Harry Styles

Favorite Food (I’m plant-based now but…)

  1. An authentic Mexican restaurant Taco
  2. Baked Potato topped with olive oil and a pinch of salt (Or anything.)
  3. Chinese rice noodles with garlic and vegetables
  4. Pinto Beans and Cornbread (Life’s blood as a child in the South.)
  5. Soup

Favorite Animals

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  2. Cat
  3. Beluga Whale
  4. Sea Lion
  5. Elephant

Favorite Words

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  2. Ocean
  3. Breeze
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My Silence to not be a Hypocrite Racist.

To Those Of You Who Visit,

(So far today, no one has clicked on the Juneteenth links to discover the history of the day. I am a bit disappointed.)

In the USA yesterday, which was June 19, 2020, there were celebrations, known as Juneteenth, across the country in honor of slavery being abolished in the US.

Juneteenth is the oldest nationally celebrated commemoration of the ending of slavery in the United States.  Dating back to 1865, it was on June 19th that the Union soldiers, led by Major General Gordon Granger, landed at Galveston, Texas with news that the war had ended and that the enslaved were now free. ” – Juneteenth.com

Do visit the site and learn interesting details. I studied Reconstruction history at university and was never made aware of the date or the delay in Texas. But, it was mostly focused on the political and social reconstruction in states the government of the time directed their attention to.

Some of my regular visitors to the blog may have noticed I did not post anything special in honor of this day. This might seem odd, considering my various poetry challenges’ prompt words for the past several weeks have been specifically geared toward the current protest and #BlackLivesMatter movement. My blog is pretty much my only way to physically support any kind of movement. Well, here and my Social Media, from which I do occasionally Tweet African American authors free kindle books I come across AND get myself. I’m not going to promote unless the book has good reviews, otherwise, I think I am, in some ways, being racist.

All of that to say the following. The reason I didn’t post yesterday was that I felt it somewhat hypocritical of me, as a White man, or a person of any skin color than black, to post my support when I have done nothing until recently in support of the cause of equality for all.  To post would, to me, feel as though I were being racist somehow. Almost taking advantage of something that was not mine to bring visitors to my blog.

None of the above paragraph would have been my intent. However, until I have been consistent and intentional in my support of equality for all, I have no right to jump on a wagon that I am not pulling.

Respectfully,

Ronovan – An Awakening White Man

 

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It’s simple.

To My Fellow White Americans,

To the confused, the scared, the misinformed, and the intentionally ignorant, the purpose of the African Americans protesting, is simple. They are not wanting to take over America, take your jobs, your neighborhoods, or your place in society. They want to stand side by side as equals. They want to be treated as the citizens they are. They want to be treated as good as tourists from other countries are treated.

You want to say there are violent people on TV every day on the news that validate the need for harsh policing. You want to say they have the same chance to climb up and out of whatever situation they are born in to as we are.

How can someone pull out of a place when they aren’t given the rungs of the ladder, or better yet, when they don’t have a foundation to put the ladder on in the first place?

This is not a lie. Facts are facts. I’ve worked in the system. Even in good school systems I’ve seen children falling short, not always because of the school, but because of their lives at home. Their lives at home? Lives that are the way they are due to lack of good jobs due to either education, or the perceived lack of African American’s ability to handle certain jobs.

Systemic? Yes. We may not realize it, but it is there if you start reverse engineering it. If you do not see it, then you are blind or do not have life’s engineering degree.

 

Ronovan

Writing from Georgia, the Deep South.

Some recent poetry related to Black Lives Matter: or click here for the category for all of them to scroll through.

Still Not Satisfied

Onward ever Onward

The Darker the Skin

The Illusion

The Future

Bedrock

The DC Men

 

You need to cry…to breathe. Men, I’m talking about us…you women too.

To the artificial us, the expected supposed to be, and to humanity begging to shine through, I give you one piece of advice. Cry. I began this thread of idea to speak to the men of the world and their need to cry, in order for them to release all the pent up fears, angers, humiliations, and confusions, but the audience later broadens to be all inclusive.

Through this release through crying we, as men, might avoid the catastrophes we inevitably create for ourselves. Catastrophes created by fear of failure, anger and humiliation leading to obstinance and inflexibility. Confusion of not knowing what to do with all these feelings we’ve been told and ingrained with not to let show, let alone to allow exist inside of us. Again, the fear of that confusion because if we have these sensitive thoughts, feelings, and reactions then people might think we are more woman than man.

But, as I thought of how men in society should support man to cry, I thought also of how women should let us cry as well. Then I realized that society doesn’t allow women to cry freely without judgement either. Crying is seen as weak. Crying by a man is often thought of as showing their feminine side, as though having a feminine side is a bad thing.

This led me to the thought of why we still refer to behaviors as feminine or masculine.

I believe crying and laughter are the two most powerful healing and coping mechanisms every person has available to them, and it’s free to do either. No prescription necessary or diagnosis required.

Just as men are seen as weak for crying, so to are women. I believe that view along with that about men has led to many wrong decisions in the 20th and 21st centuries that caused great losses. This is not just an opinion I have about the U.S. but one for all countries around the world. Some even worse than America itself.

Many of us have or will experience a life altering trauma. We’re afraid to admit it, afraid to show we are scared or hurting or completely lost. A good first step is to let yourself cry. It works. I speak from experience.

So to humanity, I once again say…cry, and cry often. But also remember to laugh just as much. It’s all about balance in ones life to have a good and healthy life.

Cry like a man?
Cry like a human.
Cry like a babe calling for the need of telling the world it needs relief of something.

Wash away the poisons of loss
of grief
of fear
of anger
of the loneliness of being you.

Cry from no one listening
of no one noticing
you are no longer the you they know or you recognize.

Cry…so you can then breathe…and laugh once again.

Open Your Mind and Run Free.

We spend most, and in some cases all, of our lives wanting to be something else or growing as a person or as a professional. During all of that time we are also learning to do the thing we keep wanting to be. We wait and wait and wait. 10, 20, or even 30 years down the line we sit down and make a list of what we need to do to be what we want to be. Before we finish the list the headache begins as we realize all the boxes we thought we needed to fill-in to move forward with our dream are being checked off as we go and that most of them were filled in years ago.

For some, that is when we get depressed and give up, thinking we have let it wait to late. Then there are those who stop making that list, throw it away (or delete it) and get to work on dream fulfilling.

Take it from the guy that wrote his first stories and book length manuscripts by the age of 25 but didn’t attempt to publish a book until 45, if you are reading this…start that list…stop after requirement number one. Because you already got it. Now you have time to make up. Get running. (Oh, and buy my Historical Fiction novel at Amazon by clicking on that book cover image on the side of my blog. Hey, I gotta try.)

A better you already exists.

NOW is the time to OPEN YOUR MIND

and let it RUN FREE.

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Long and Winding Road a Life Journey.

The smallest of rills

Rage on toward the future

And the beat of hearts.

(For my Haiku Challenge this week.)

The Long and Winding Road being the number one hit during my birthday week in 1970 seems appropriate for many reasons, one being I love The Beatles.

But the most appropriate things are how many times I moved as a kid and the twists and turns of my life. The moves were at least 10 but there were possibly more prior to the age of five. I think there was a Carolina in there somewhere.

There are events in my past that kids shouldn’t experience. Decisions as a adult to question. But in the end you don’t want to change anything because it brings you to where you are. Changes are ahead and more winding roads, but copious amounts of sunshine and good vibrations abound.

The last number one hit for the Beatles, The Long and Winding Road was written by Paul McCartney, but as always any song written by either McCartney or John Lennon were credited to the both of them. The album, Let It Be was finished about a year before release, according to an interview with McCartney, then John Lennon called in American producer Phil Spector to tidy up some of the tracks.  Long time Beatles producer George Martin had already finished the album, but with Spector coming in, he didn’t get any of the producer credit. He is quoted as saying, “I produced the original, and what you should do is have a credit saying ‘Produced by George Martin, over-produced by Phil Spector.[1] Martin emphasized the vast difference between the normal Beatles song style as opposed to the over-produced style of Spector.

An aside here. If you watch the John & Yoko Above Us Only Sky documentary, currently on Netflix, which includes a modern day Julian Lennon as well as footage of young Julian at their country home, Tittenhurst Park, covers the making of the album Imagine. I recommend watching as you see inside what was making Lennon tick during that time as well as revealing some of his relationship with McCartney that fans have probably misunderstood. The main reason to watch is to see how Lennon seemed to almost be devoted (not quite the right word) to Spector and jump to work when the producer said time to work. It was very telling of where John Lennon had ended up as someone who depended on Yoko (who was clearly shown not to be the evil divide she was presented to be in the press) and Spector in making decisions. It’s no surprise as his career as a Beatle had been managed in almost every way.

Martin’s words about Spector’s overproducing were seemingly confirmed by McCartney’s vocal displeasure, “The album was finished a year ago, but a few months ago American record producer Phil Spector was called in by Lennon to tidy up some of the tracks. But a few weeks ago, I was sent a re-mixed version of my song ‘The Long and Winding Road’ with harps, horns, and orchestra, and a women’s choir added. No one had asked me what I thought. I couldn’t believe it.” [2] In the Wings version in 1976, (live concert video by clicking the the bold blue text) McCartney used muted horns in place of the strings in the concert tour and album Wings over America.

What’s your Birth Week Song? Click HERE to find out and maybe share in the comments. Does it fit your life at all?


Here, There, and Everywhere: The 100 Best Beatles Songs

1 Lewis, Michael; Spignesi, Stephen J. (2004) Here, There, and Everywhere: The 100 Best Beatles Songs(also known as 100 Best Beatles Songs: A Passionate Fan’s Guide) Black Dog & Leventhal. p. 42 (May 1, 2004)   ISBN 1579123694

2 Bell, Robin (2005). The History of British Rock and Roll: The Psychedelic Years 1967 – 1969 Publisher: Robin Bell (June 20, 2017) ASIN: B073HFRT1N

The joyful thaw.

Sometimes I cry, but not because I’m sad.

It’s because when I met you my heart was frozen.

You’re the one who warmed me through and through.

You brought this strange thing called love into my world.

And tears of joy, that come from the melting ice.

Voting the RIGHT way.

Well, here we are in the United States looking at a Presidential election, once again, of who is the lesser evil. There is never that perfect candidate for any public office. If someone came along that fit exactly what I was looking for, I would question their honesty.

I imagine most people who have read my blog long enough know I am conservative. I put that as a lower case ‘c’ because I am very close to the line in many ways. No one party has all the right answers just as no one party has all the wrong ones. I believe people have a lot of rights and choices to make and I also believe for a great many of those choices the government should not be involved in nor should ever have been involved in.

I think candidates would be surprised at the support they would receive if they said exactly what they believed. I have voted by party in the past few elections because no one jumped out as a candidate I could get behind. The only one I’ve really liked always ends up having to drop out.

When faced with an election of voting for the lesser of evils . . . what do you do? Do you vote for an evil? Some may think my using the word evil is a bit strong, but if you sit down and look at what is good and what is bad, oops, some don’t like the word ‘bad’ either. There are bad things in the world. People do bad things. In a society in which certain things are taught as good or bad and the person chooses the bad, then they are doing bad.

By voting for the bad/evil, you are saying it’s okay to have an evil rule over you. People use the argument that they would rather have the more honest of the evils.

10 “Whoever can be trusted with very little can also be trusted with much, and whoever is dishonest with very little will also be dishonest with much. 11 So if you have not been trustworthy in handling worldly wealth, who will trust you with true riches? 12 And if you have not been trustworthy with someone else’s property, who will give you property of your own? (Luke 16)

Trump or Clinton, who will it be? Neither is a good fit. Both have major problems. Some wonder how Trump is doing so well. It’s because he is being blunt and saying what so many people think. Of course he then says what a lot of people don’t think as well. If anyone needs a teleprompter, it’s Trump. The citizens if the United States are tired of politicians who do nothing and go by party politics. That’s where Trump is succeeding. He is not a politician and he is making sense.

I am not a Trump guy. That makes the coming election very difficult for me. I am not a Trump guy and definitely not a Clinton guy. Do I vote for the lesser of evils or do a write in?

16 There are six things the Lord hates, seven that are detestable to him: 17 haughty eyes, a lying tongue, hands that shed innocent blood, 18 a heart that devises wicked schemes, feet that are quick to rush into evil, 19 a false witness who pours out lies and a person who stirs up conflict in the community. (Proverbs 6)

Some say writing in a candidate is throwing away your vote. I say by voting for exactly the best fit in all your categories, you are voting as you should. I didn’t vote for Trump in the primaries. He is not the person I selected to be my candidate for President. I did not for the electors of my state, thus, they do not represent my vote when they go to the convention to select the Republican candidate.

One thing that is influencing my vote is the number of celebrities that say if Trump becomes President they will leave the United States. Now there is a reason to vote Trump. I have a lot of thinking to do.


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Need your help for some research. Survey.

I need your help. I have several different books in the works. One each in different genres. The help I need is you telling me what you, as a reader of my site, knowing what I do, having read my various pieces here, knowing who and what I am, what would you like to see in a book from me?

By filling out the form below, you will help me a great deal. I won’t be using this information for any other purpose than to help me determine what my readers want.

I’m hoping to receive enough feedback that I get a good idea of what my readers want.

Don’t worry, I’m not planning to customize a book for readers. That’s being a phony. I just have several books, perhaps a dozen, I can choose to focus on. I thought it would help me decide what to do next.

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Vacation Recovery Begins Now.

This past weekend and early part of the week was an impromptu vacation for me. It was the first time in 8 years I had been more than an hour and a half from my home.

I intentionally left my laptop and tablet behind. In their place I had a pad of paper and a pen. My phone was the only electronics I had on me and it was used to take some photos…

Beach Aquarium…and phone my parents upon arrival at the hotel. The hotel was great. I think it could’ve slept 10 adults or 5 of me. A Jacuzzi everywhere you looked on the ground floor around the pools. 6 pools, most of those were heated. Full kitchen. The last hotel at the end of the beach before residential areas, across from a golf course, and a yacht club, made for a very nice, quiet time. All at a very great price.

ResortWith that knowledge now in your hands, you may understand that I am a bit behind on some commitments. Maybe not behind according to agreements, but according to my own personal preference. Blogging will be sparse the coming week until I…

  • Read at least one book for Review. (I have several)
  • Proofread and edit a book for a friend of a friend.
  • Proofread and edit at least three articles for a friends business site.
  • Write a short story for a contest. (I’ve only entered one short story contest before and won it, by luck. Maybe this will happen again.)
  • And there is something else that I am forgetting but that nagging feeling at the back of my skull tells me it’s out there waiting to make its presence known.

I’ll be back in the saddle fully soon. Enjoy the challenges and the entries in the comments of each one. If you haven’t been visiting the short stories for the Friday Fiction challenges you are missing out.

Much Respect,

Ronovan

PS-You know I have a book. You know you can click the image in the side bar to go get it. The reviews have been great. 9 five stars and 2 four stars so far. I’ll take that for any book I write ever.

Stressed out

A good post to live by.

MEANINGS AND MUSINGS

Well I have been a little, and though my intellect, my mind tells me to chill, sometimes the emotions and the body react. I hope I am not alone when I say it is so easy, rather unthinkingly to take the stressed out emotions out on someone else.

That can happen, don’t flay yourself over it. I now watch this with a certain curiosity of ‘why’ and ‘how’. The intention is to pay attention to the triggers, to catch them before the emotions erupt, before relationships become strained, friendships threatened. And sometimes it may be simpler to identify our body’s reaction before recognizing our emotions, like the tense shoulders, the trembling heart, the shaking hands, the jiggling feet… so many of our emotions manifesting in our body if only we would ‘listen’. What does your body do when there is sadness, anger, fear… Perhaps the next time you feel compelled…

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When I was in Prison.

Hugh's Weekly Photo ChallengeI don’t normally do Photography challenges. When I saw Hugh’s prompt this week I could not resist, and I waited until Thursday for it to be a throwback moment as well. Here I am, my yearbook photo from the University of Georgia. Stripes? If you have to ask where the stripes from Hugh’s prompt are in this photo then you are color blind and very fortunate. I still have this shirt 20+ years later.

Ronovan at University

 

 

“One of us has Breast Cancer” by @cfullerton3

Sharing a real story the way only my friend author Claire Fullerton could.

Many of you have been visited by Claire and if you haven’t you will. And if you think the name sounds familiar, it should. She’d probably truly go Southern on me and like, shoot me if she knew I put her picture and one of her book covers on here, but I thought that might remind some of you about her. She was my number 1 Contemporary Read of 2015. I loved her book so much I made her become my friend.

Dancing to an Irish Reel by Claire Fullerton

 

 

 

 

Make certain to click through, visit Claire’s personal blog, and support her post.

This is one worth supporting.

She uses her talents as a Southern style writer, and talks about her finding out one of the ladies in her her lifelong group of friends has breast cancer.

This is not a sad story in anyway. It’s about friends and their breast cancer survivor.

Claire Fullerton Author

I am one of the many women who have been touched by breast cancer through the diagnosis of a dear friend. In this case, by my childhood friend in Memphis, whose name is Tama. I wrote a 1st person narrative about what it means to support a friend going through breast cancer treatment, and it appears on Shirley Kiger Connolly’s blog on breast cancer ( she, herself, is a survivor.) The piece appears after Shirley’s own post. I thought I’d share this with you all.

Cancer is too real to be ignored

 
I am a breast cancer survivor. It’s been eighteen years since the day of that discovery when I found myself having to take it all in, then to find myself in the midst of a number of surgeries, radiation treatments,a prolonged chemotherapy  regime, hair loss, nausea, and a plethora of diagnostic tests and biopsies to follow with…

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Merry Christmas!

Santa Ronovan Writes

Can you tell me what this is? Son needs help with Project.

Steven S. Walksy of Simplicity Lane found it!!!!!

 Elijah McCoy's Lubricator Cup for Steam Engines

http://www.fofweb.com/History/HistRefMain.asp?iPin=afph0270&SID=3&DatabaseName=African-American+History+Online&InputText=%22Elijah+McCoy%22&SearchStyle=&dTitle=Elijah+McCoy%27s+Lubricator+Cup+for+Steam+Engines&TabRecordType=All+Records&BioCountPass=10&SubCountPass=3&DocCountPass=0&ImgCountPass=3&MapCountPass=1&FedCountPass=&MedCountPass=4&NewsCountPass=0&RecPosition=1&AmericanData=&WomenData=&AFHCData=Set&IndianData=&WorldData=&AncientData=&GovernmentData=&iRecordType=Image

I would need a link if possible. Thanks in advance to anyone that can help!

Who can I be without my ISP?

Log: Blog *Pot 558
Today I discovered ISP Central is full of idiots intelligent beings. Previous broadcasted message stated all of region with problems. Now being sent a new communication device for computer system. ISP Central stated I did not have IP service while I was in search engine looking for another ISP in region. Unfortunately they have monopoly a wonderful service that means we need no other provider.
Due to last communication, ISP Central has proven they are indeed idiots most intelligent beings. No IP while in the middle of using IP?
Consumed coffee today. Large cup, half coffee, half sugar. It is fortunate ISP Central are idiots intelligent beings and psychic. My lack of ability to force opinions on various subjects at this moment may be wise. The ability to speak with speed has increased by 100 times. Clarity of thought by 1000 times. Ability to sensor has decreased by infinity. Society, politicians, and stupid parenting has been saved by caffeine and sugar overdose. I don’t drink caffeine. It’s been a trip. Locals have had an ear full. Your loss is their misery.
Other than the above, today has been like many other days, but only more and less so. More writing on two different novels. Less blogging about nonsense. Going through withdrawals from missing blog hotties that visit my location. Hove is Hottie central as you all know. Muse about the meaning of that one if you will. Tongue in cheekie I am today. I’ll leave that last sentence as is. I’m feeling playful. Darn it Jim, I’m a Writer not a Priest. Darn it all, I’m a layman, not a pastor. Yeah, going to go with that one too. You’re welcome.
Will update as able to. Haiku Review Communication will be in best form possible. Perhaps not as entertaining as I hope the last one was. Although have not received many LOL communications from victims participants.
Space Ranger Ronovan Out.

Space Ranger RonovanWhat Pirate Captain Rasmus Bergman of the Pirate Tales series of books would look like in black and white and if he was Space Ranger Ronovan.

Communication has been reviewed by Interplanetary Safety Protectorate (ISP) for your protection and modified were deemed appropriate for clarity and fact.

*(Pol-One full Planetary Rotation.)

Mark W.

Keep On by @katcarpita of Dandelion Fuzz

A great post that encompasses a lot but in so short a space. You just never know what your doing and for whom you’re doing it for.

Dandelion Fuzz

mlk perserverance 10.14.15

The past few weeks I have drifted and I have been pushed farther away from my blogging world that I am comfortable. I felt the distance growing as days turned into weeks and it was all I could do to eek out a post or two. I was behind in reading all of my favorite blogs. Photographs taken for upcoming photo challenges sat unused in their folders on my desktop. Post ideas fell by the wayside. I was not happy with the direction things were heading but I felt helpless.

I can give you all the excuses- I was preparing my house for my oldest son along with his family to move in indefinitely. I was needed to watch the baby. I had to attend my other two kids’ college family weekends. I had meetings. My best friend moved within days of my oldest son moving in. The list goes…

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HAS REALITY DAWNED FOR YOU?

Today may be a message you want to skip here on Ronovan Writes. It won’t be a pretty message. This is almost a rant but not really. It’s more of a self-realization and determination I’ve discovered as I witness actions in others. Now, don’t think that any of this is judging or anything like that. I’m speaking to this based on a personal level. But it’s something that almost hit me between the eyes with a clarity I’ve never seen before about the subject.

We are all alone at some point. We feel as though no one loves us and we wonder HAS REALITY DAWNED FOR YOU?why it is even worth attempting love. I’ve been there. My journals are filled with it. FILLED! I know the heavy feeling of the body when you are so low and your heart literally aches. If you’ve never felt heart ache, you’ve never been truly and desperately in need of love or been so broken because of it. Your body, your chest, your heart feels as though it is being squeezed and trying to expand out of your chest at the same time.

A mournful soul wailing in the night from some distant bedroom behind darkened windows takes on a meaning to you when reading it in a book like never before. Tears come to your eyes and you feel as though you’ve read the most beautiful thing in life.

And every moment you feel alone. There is no love for you. There is no caring, no warmth. No tender and loving touch.

The next morning you get up and hurriedly get yourself ready for the day, so you can then get your children ready for school.

You barely make it through your day, putting on fake smiles and pretend laughs only to arrive home to begin your ritual of loneliness again, once the children have gone to do their own things in their rooms.

This goes on for years. And then one day a reality dawns.

Now for me a reality dawned.

I am fortunate in many ways. You all know of my boy “B”. But you also know of my blog, my writing, my LitWorldInterviews site, and even my debut novel coming out. I have great friends that came together in my time of need for a laptop to keep my sanity and my lifeline going to all of you.

The dawning to me didn’t occur until now. It didn’t have to. It just happened. Maybe you’ve picked up on what the dawning is.

But for others they don’t realize what they have. People go through those feelings described above every day, wanting someone. For some they have children and never give a thought that they are loved, they have those people to love them, to have fun with, to enjoy life with.

People foolishly fall victim to the idea of must having a romantic partner in life to be complete. None of us are promised a partner. We have our lives, our abilities, and our imaginations.

To be happy in regards to companionship we have those around us; our family, our friends, and if we are in a situation of no longer having a partner or in that all too commonality of emotionally detached partner, then we may have children. Love those children and enjoy them. Do not be selfish and deny them your 100% enjoyment.

We don’t realize how aware children are these days. They notice everything because they are shown everything in so many forms. They know what facial expressions, body language, and even excuses really mean.

We can do a great deal of damage to our children by living and dwelling in a personal emotional space of constant want. We are the role models for our children, or we hope we are. Look at who and what you are, the space your mind is in and ask yourself if you want your child to be like that?

Yes, I know there are some with true concerns that need help, professional help, but I think most of you realize I am speaking about the rest of us who can overcome these moments and situations on our own.

You don’t need a romantic partner. That’s a myth. A very nice myth. A romance that happens is something for people who are in them. That does not mean they are in a situation that is better than a person who is not in a romance. You could probably ask a lot of people who are single again and they will tell you that they enjoy the single life a lot more. Some might say romance is better.

Love your kids, your friends, and your family. Don’t worry about romance. If it is meant to be and it happens, then that is a situation you will discover you either enjoy or not. A romance is a lot of work in order to make it a strong and lasting one. Even those that seem perfect to everyone else, they need a lot of behind the scenes work.

If you are someone waiting on someone else, even a specific someone, and that someone doesn’t seem to be waiting for you . . . think hard about enjoying what you do have. Sometimes what you have is the most precious thing you could ever have. Learn to smile and to love in you.


Ron_LWIRonovan is an author, and blogger who shares his life as an amnesiac and Chronic Pain sufferer through his blog RonovanWrites.WordPress.com. His love of poetry, authors and community through his online world has lead to a growing Weekly Haiku Challenge and the creation of a site dedicated to book reviews, interviews and author resources known as LitWorldInterviews.WordPress.com.

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The Three Ladies In My Life by @RobertHughes05

Here is my #ThankfulThursdays post and why I help on Hugh’s blog at times. Sure, if you look a the photo of him from days gone by we look almost like we could be brothers, but it’s the heart of this man that makes people thankful to know him.

This post explains why Hugh was absent for a time.