I haven’t felt much like writing the last few weeks, it is not for the the lack o things to write about - that rarely, if ever happens.
I only have not felt like it.
Here are some thoughts I didn’t feel like writing about.
This is about my Mom’s response to the loss of my departed father’s white gold wedding band, the ring that I used to wear every day until I wore it into the angry ocean. Her response to my obvious sadness and regret was to give me another family heirloom, that I am wearing now. She said the same thing my son Donovan, who was with me on that day of perceived loss, said - It’s just a thing - it’s only a thing. it’s just a ring, only a ring.
Here’s another unfelt like story.
In this business some people call show, it is often said that 90% of being successful is simply showing up. I feel there is whole lot more to it than that. If a storm rolled into your town without dangerous winds - torrential rain - thunder and lightning it wouldn’t be storm - it would only be weather.
I had the picture, I knew the tale, but i didn’t feel like writing. That raincloud of obvious ominousness’s story never got told.
Here is my underpaid, over-qualified, assistant Chris driving me to a pre-determined, undisclosed, forgone conclusion.
That delicious conclusion is as follows...
The eight hours that I spend day in the arms of mr. parkinson’s, dancing the dance of requited agony, are only my job. Those every two hours or so moments of creative torture, courtesy of my own personal satan, are to be considered my job and everyone has to have a job, even if it is one they hate. Believe me, I despise it. On the bright side - I am not alone, since, according to a recent Gallup poll, 70% of all Americans hate their jobs.
Discussing this on our drive led Chris and myself to invetionate my new Official Personal Mini Mission Statement... “parkinson’s - the absolute worst job I have ever had”©
I think I’ll give Chris a larger percentage of my Art and Music sales.
One more thing I didn’t feel like writing about
I, and everyone I come in contact with, live with, play with, love with, live in Gr00vylånd, a subsidiary of AndyVerse GmbH currently headquartered well above the ever-so-real Garden of Many Colors. Gr00vylånd - an enchanted environ of pure imagination , an esoteric realm of positive possibilities - a place where there is but ONE rule - NO SAD...NO SAD...NO SAD... dot dot dot.
Our motto is “If it sounds right it is right”
Our slogan is “dance like the whole world is watching."
Our official greeting is “WOW!
Our Statement - “you can be an ariist even if you can’t draw a horse.”
This is my Gr00vyLånd - this is my home.
The hyper-honest truth is, Gr00vylånd - where I don’t have “parkinson’s - the absolute worst job I’ve ever had”© - Gr00vyLånd, where there is no sad. Precious Gr00vyLånd only exists if and when I write about her. When i stop writing about this creation of mine which I love more than sweetened Condensed Milk, she dies. Unless I transport Gr00vyLånd from my mind and place her squarely into yours... unless I move my imagination, give her words, heart, taste and color and give her to you, my cherished - reader - friend - fellow traveler, she doesn’t rightly exist, she is sour, like lemonade in want of an ingredient to make palatable the bitter taste of the lemons.
Here is something I intensely, passionately feel like writing...
It’s true, the Universe may have handed me lemons in the form of parkinsnon’s, and I have tried to make the best of it but, I am not alone, I have help of an unmeasurable nature - YOU. YOU are the sugar I need and together we make the lemonade...together we live in Gr00vyLånd.
LOVe - andy
just say yes!
meet Andy Ward King, a professional musician and artist until a diagnosis of parkinons dsease at age 49 forced him into an early retirement., he now uses his music, his art along with the whimsical world he has created in this blog as therapy to ( as he puts it ) outsmart his brain and make the daily battles with parkinson’s a little bit easier, to give him that all important reason to get up on the morning, to make his life worth living. Andy has learned how to say NO to gving up \ NO to depression and apathy \ NO to following willingly the road of decline that stretches before him. he learned that to say no to all of these things all one has to do is say yes. Andy has learned to just say YES to life/\\