Get fully transparent? Share everything in my head? Share everything that I’ve done? Share with whom? Share the probably totally unrealistic dreams I have for the future? Share the pain I’m in? Share the fear that you won’t like me when I share my fears? Share the flaws in my character? Share the fact that … Continue reading
Category Archives: Outablue Solutions
Crazy Jogger
Driving along in a daydream, I just saw a man standing on the side of the road in the middle of the storm with his thumb in the air pleading to hitch a ride. About that time, a car pulls to a dead stop in front of the hitchhiker and the driver gets out bemoaning … Continue reading
Crossing
The first step into theSpace is to take the first step. It is profound logic such as this that makes the crossing seem so difficult to bridge. Where are we going after we cross? What if we’re going someplace we don’t wish to go? Perhaps, things will improve on their own if we just stay … Continue reading
River Cruise
The reflecting light on the water mirrors back a picturesque exclamation mark! The river is taking us to real live spaces that before seemed only mythical. Wow! Oh my! Awesome! Stuck in neutral imagination for the longest time, how wonderful to finally be on the cruise with a breeze pressing us forward! RoadtripN theSpace! We’re … Continue reading
First Aerial View
Finally, we’ve made it! The first day of our next orbiting new year. The rocket man has left the launchpad. Check up above and catch the beautiful little down glance found cruising our way across the Parisian owderblue. Aerials of theSpace are pretty special. Aerial is like the follow ship version of viral. It’s like … Continue reading
Avalanche of Boots
As we look to put a final wrap on this old year, we are finding ourselves nearing the conclusion of our search for a truly effective peaceful demonstration aimed as a protest of authoritative powers which are being misused under the guise of law. Somewhat surprising, we’re drawing to a rather anti-climatic ending as we … Continue reading