HeyJaredCameron M. Bailey
One man's wanderings through the universe of words. Sewing them together, one after the other, in an attempt to make sense of this world we share.
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The Muse (opens the original)
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I can’t claim to be a student of ancient religion or mythology. I’m not. But I’ve always found the idea of the Muses to be fascinating. Goddesses who inspire artists, musicians, even writers like me. Goddesses who encourage and assist in the creation of the work.The actual number of Muses seems to have been of some debate in the ancient world. But, perhaps nine was most commonly accepted. Each of these daughter’s of Zeus had their own names, associated symbolism, area of responsibility within th
Parks Are Cool (opens the original)
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I don’t like taxes. I’m pretty sure that the overwhelming majority of all tax dollars, local, state, and federal are wasted. The whole thing is just a worthless drag on our economy, punishing citizens, for extremely limited benefit.But, I pay my taxes. I don’t like it, but I do it. Just like most everyone else.<a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" href="https://images.unsplash.com/photo-1636038197596-28e7dce070e2?crop=entropy&cs=tinysrgb&fit=max&fm=jpg&ixid=M3wzMDAzMzh8MHwxfHNlYXJjaHw1Mnx
Therapy? (opens the original)
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The word ‘neurodivergent’ sure seems to have become popular in recent years. It seems that we’ve gone from a time when young adults wanted to appear ‘normal’ (whatever that might mean) to a time when lots and lots of young adults are running around, declaring themselves ‘neurodivergent.’ Most always, undoubtedly, having self-diagnosed their imaginary condition.Me? I’ve always just figured that I’m a bit odd. I never saw that as a bad thing. We are all created to be unique beings. Indeed everyone
Garish Or Muted? (opens the original)
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On my most recent camping trip a lady approached me to tell me that she “loved the color of my tent” it is so “bright and cheery.” That was cool, I like having an opportunity to say a few words about my antique forest home on wheels. I responded by telling her that it’s 70 years old. (67 actually, but close enough.)But I didn’t tell her that I wouldn’t have chosen the color myself. The thing is bright yellow.<a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" href="https://images.unsplash.com/photo-166
Goin’ Soft (opens the original)
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As a young man I may have gone to my nearest serious mountaineering store in Wenatchee. The store that I can no longer remember the name of. Or I may have visited REI in Seattle. Maybe I would have placed an order with Campmor. And I would have purchased a 100% cotton bandana.I would have looked at that thing and decided that it was a most excellent piece of gear. I could use it as a napkin. I could wipe the sweat off my forehead with it. I could use it to wash dishes. I could use it as a towel
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