I scarcely can contain myself …. I am startled deep within… and puzzled how this began but to suggest change that turns things upside down….. seems acutely logical to me to entertain if that….  what then to offer different choices and different paths are offerings that can be noble and true …. But failing to…

I bury my past loves in unmarked graves hoping I can forget where they lay…. Often they visit unannounced and each of them say,  in a manner that reminds me of the storms I have made ” How good you were at trying to pretend that your heart was ours ….  When we never got…

Yet to meet the man or madam that at various times in their lives had not been infected with the mental illness of….. Longing for things they had not….. and careless with the things they have…. A situation and mindset that cannot go unaddressed for very long without the consequences of that ungratefulness and lack…

To be on the presence of one that listens as though your words could be the last ones uttered…,is an opportunity not to be taken lightly…. For through those ears are transferred the wisdom of the ages and what is spoken is often divine…. Do not let it go unnoticed or unappreciated.., oboe the hobo…

Place but little respect for carefully shed tears…. For what they hold is far from sincere…. It is the uncontrolled sobbing that gets one near….. the truth ….. never offered by carefully shed tears oboe the hobo 🦍

I suppose it’s not a new commodity……. those vying for an opportunity to capitalize on the uncertainty of the “Economics of Death” There are monies to be wrought by judging correctly when the person in need …… checks out of the “Hotel California” and heads to the Netherlands…… of which many brochures and tour packages…

If you want what we have It is available to you…. keep your traditions and your religion too But if your intentions are to be apart and not assimilate and fit in …… stay where you are and work on the things that are your reasons to leave Our country will open its heart ….…

I seem to laugh quite frequently….. as I persevere in “Rediscovering Me”….. You find it amusing ,come sit and talk with me and in due time you will discover like me…. parts that have been misplaced…. that surface as we retrace the trajectory of our lives.., In conversation with you and your current concerns…. stirs…

Recovery Prayer: One cannot count the cost of what was lost….. Therefore multiply what remains….by giving….. ttucro/ aka Oboe the Hobo

Interesting though frustrating it seems to me that the issues you face are easy to see yet in my own countenance it is often a mystery what to do with the issues that baffle me – you say you appreciate my point of view and it has opened borders that had been previously closed to…