iROBOaT

  Friday Night Revelations In my career, you work on the weekends and I prefer nights. I've watched for decades the crowds be as predictable as a TV Guide- see ancient text, not tonight. Tonight, I partied like I was 19 again( or at least like I was 99), not in reckless abandon or youthful indiscretion, but with a vibrant energy that harkens back to those carefree days. The music flowed through me, the laughter echoed, and I found myself at the center of a constellation of captivating souls. It's been a profoundly introspective and positive couple of weeks, filled with contemplation and a sense of magical alignment. This inner harmony translated into an outward radiance, drawing in the right kind of attention that fuels the soul and sparks a genuine connection. There's a playful duality to my interactions these days. I can objectively acknowledge my strengths, even playfully wield them for an internal chuckle or two. Yet, this self-awareness is interwoven with an abunda...

In a time when so much of our environment has been reshaped by human hands, it is easy to forget the enduring majesty and power of the natural world. Yet for those who take the time to venture beyond the confines of our built-up cities and suburbs, the raw beauty and balance of untouched nature remains a humbling and awe-inspiring sight. Whether it is the serene silence of an ancient forest, the thunderous crashing of ocean waves against rocky cliffs, or the endless sweep of rolling grasslands painted in vibrant hues, these pristine landscapes possess a timeless quality that speaks to the very soul. They are a reminder that beneath the veneer of our modern civilization, there exists a force greater than ourselves - an intricate web of ecosystems that have thrived long before the arrival of humans, and will continue to do so long after we are gone. When immersed in such settings, one cannot help but feel a profound sense of connection, not just to the land itself, but to all of creation...

I t's funny how life unfolds. My ex-wife recently pointed out the stark contrast between my various dwelling places over the years: from the tropical paradise of Hawaii to the urban jungle of NYC, with a stint in Kansas City thrown in for good measure. And now, here I am, in Victoria, Texas. Or more accurately, in the surrounding county, embracing the rural life I've always craved. It's true, my journey has been a geographical tapestry, a testament to my restless spirit and desire for diverse experiences. But ultimately, I've found myself drawn to the tranquility and simplicity of the countryside. Living in an RV down by the river, surrounded by nature's embrace – this was a vision I held onto for years, a dream that has finally materialized. The irony, of course, is that while I manifested this idyllic existence, I may have overlooked certain practicalities. The lack of job opportunities in my immediate vicinity necessitates a commute to the "big city...

I t's strange to think that seven and a half years have passed since I last inhabited the headspace that birthed this blog. That's a significant chunk of time, practically a lifetime compressed into less than a decade. Coincidentally, it's also the exact duration of my Hawaiian adventure. While the specifics of that era remain hazy, I do recall one constant: my feline companion. He was there, a furry witness to my creative endeavors and existential ponderings. Beyond that, the memories are shrouded in a mist of forgotten moments. Yet, what I've learned in the intervening years is far more profound than any specific recollection. It's the realization that the true essence of existence lies in the intangible – the magic, the soul, the synchronous wavelengths, the love, the light, the shadow, and the symphony of frequencies that nourish my being. These are the pillars of reality. Everything else – the societal constructs, the ingrained beliefs, the "knowledg...

It's fascinating how a simple computer crash can lead to unexpected discoveries. In my case, it was a journey into the depths of forgotten Google accounts, a testament to my past habit of creating a unique account for every device I owned. Amidst this digital graveyard, a relic from my past resurfaced - a blog named iROBOaT, established in February 2018. The name, a playful twist on "Michael, row the boat ashore" (for those curious, Michael is my given name), reflects a period of heightened creativity. While my primary blog at the time was dedicated to music exploration, iROBOaT remained a relatively untouched canvas, adorned only with a clip from the iconic film "Mommy Dearest" and a brief video capturing my cat's backyard adventures. This accidental rediscovery has ignited a renewed sense of purpose for iROBOaT. Consider this a digital renaissance, a fresh start. Moving forward, this platform will serve as a repository for reflections, experiences, and...