I don’t go out of my way to write in capital letters. If the computer does it I’ll be okay with it. But if not I’m not going to slow down to hit the shift key. I wonder if it’s a financial reason? Less ink to print a document without capital letters.
I will start a paragraph with an indentation though. It helps break up a thought for the reader. Also, the amount of paper saved for half a word I can live with.
I’m connecting words for a few reasons right now. The main reason, I like people. I like to engage with humanity. Also, I’m noticing more and more people visiting my website. And out of respect for their effort and curiosity I’d like to make it worth their search and click.
It’s Friday November 21, 14. I just went for a dip in the pacific ocean. At the foot of Law Street in pacific beach. I have jumped in the ocean at this spot three days in a row. it’s magic to me. The water isn’t even cold. It feels refreshing on my sore back. I need to stretch more. We all do. But this swim was special. Special because I met someone on the way to the water. There is a slight hill to reach the sand. At the bottom of the hill was a man organizing his bike trailer. The bike looked good. This was not an old operation.
“Getting ready for an adventure?” I asked.
I’m not afraid of talking to strangers. You never know where you are going to find the answer.
This guy was tall like me. It was his birthday. He was 49. He had been evicted yesterday. The adventure was beginning today. He had slept on the beach last night.
“Nothing wrong with that. You got to wake up on the beach.”
Everything I said to this man was positive. Nothing he said didn’t have my response being anything other than how lucky he was to be beginning this adventure. I meant everything I said. He woke up. He was ahead of the game.
“I’m just not sure how this trailer is going to hold up. I have a lot of stuff.”
I told him that as his journey continues he will dump the shit he doesn’t need. We leave this world the same way we came in. With nothing. If you lighten the load along the way it makes the exit that much easier.
He wondered if he could still find a woman now that he is homeless.
I told him he wasn’t homeless. Look around. This world is your home. You just have to find a girl that wants to go on an adventure.
At the end of our talk he was suddenly excited about his adventure. His name was Chris. He just turned 49. I walked away. After about twenty steps I returned.
“One more thing,” I said.
“Are you going to tell me not to talk to strangers?”
“No. talk to strangers. Talk to everyone. You never know where you are going to find the answer.”
And then I told him the story of my father. Bamboo Ben. And his morning trudges on that same beach. The story of RIA. It’s air backwards. It’s the last thing we let go of when we die, and the first thing we take in when we’re born. I told him as his journey progresses there will be times when you feel down and alone. When that time comes, wherever you are, just take a deep breath and reach your arms for the heavens and let out a “rousing ria.” Open fingers. Never negative.
Remember, we are all on a journey. Some people are on bikes, some people are driving a 2003 honda civic hybrid. I then went for a swim in the pacific ocean. When I looked back Chris was gone. His adventure had begun. Happy Birthday. Stay hydrated.