In reference to a recent wildmedgirl post “Adult Learning,” I mentioned I’d spent some time couch surfing. What I really meant was, I’ve spent some time crashing with family and friends at times when I um…didn’t have a home. The other word for that is homeless. Now, in a sense that was true, especially in the sense outlined in the Lion’s post “Where the Heart Is.” But I wasn’t really homeless. I had my own angels providing shelter with their wings (and wine), and still other magnificent Guardian Angels, who actually put a roof over my head and a pillow under it.
“Uncertainty is one of the essential seasonings of life.” – Thomas Hornbein
For those of you who don’t know who Tom Hornbein is, take a look. Please do so before you continue reading this entry. You need to understand what this man has accomplished in his life – and it’s importance to mankind as a whole – before you can really understand not only the quote above, but what will follow in the rest of this article. Did you look? Good. Now let’s continue.
I’ll preface this article by saying you should head over to The Lion page and read about me before you read this.
I receive pretty much the same response from people when I tell them I’m a fan of professional wrestling. It’s always this look of incredulity and disbelief. That look is often followed by a question along the lines of, “How can you watch something so stupid?” Most people tend to view me as relatively intelligent and deem the WWE to be “below my intelligence.” First of all, I appreciate most people view me as intelligent, but more so, it’s time to dispel the notion that WWE suffers from a lack of intelligence. So without further ado, here are the top 4 reasons I watch WWE:
Following up on the Lion’s post, Where the Heart Is …
For a long while now, my backpack, duffle bag or roller bag felt more like home than the apartment where I paid rent. New trails, new coffee shops, new friends, seeing old friends in new places, trying new foods and wine – that made me feel comfortable, safe and happy. I literally didn’t say no to anything if I wasn’t working or exhausted from working. That didn’t even change when I adopted my dog. But the reason it didn’t change, is that I took him (the dog) with me most places I went. Turns out, Chase really likes the car:
I want to start this off by saying that I like my writings to be conversational. I enjoy writing in a style that is similar to the way I actually speak. I feel this is the most sincere form of writing and the most genuine way to get to know an individual through their writing. What I’m saying is: I want you to know me. Over the course of the blog, I want you to know the Lion.
With that in mind, I’d like to start this blog with a conversation on the topic of “home.” It seems to be a relatively simple concept to a lot of people. But to a lot of people, “home” is synonymous with “house” or “apartment” or “condo” or any other physical dwelling. But those are abodes. Those are residences. Homes are something far greater. They are a sanctuary. For my entire life, my “abode” had been in Colorado. But now, here in Philadelphia of all places, I’ve found my home.