


by Ray Potes

It’s happening. I’m moving back to my home town of San Diego. It’s like a movie, like I went searching for paradise for a couple decades only to realize it has been here all along. Duh, dude.











Feeling like posting celly pics in color and everything else in bw, let’s see how long this lasts.
Appreciationers.
Style matters. Appreciationess. Appreciationistic.
Appreciationable. Appreciationment. Appreciationify.
Appreciationism. Appreciationship. Appreciationesque.
Appreciationous. Appreciationical. Appreciationize.
Appreciationance. Appreciationage. Appreciationing.
All is well, be well. All is easy, be easy. It is looking like we can no longer worry about other people, places, or things. Our worrying about problems only delivers more problems.
All we can do is adjust our vibration in order to deliver more vibration at all times to all people, all places, and all things. Be the light, be the well, be the easy to whoever, wherever, and whenever it is needed.
Seekers,
In rest, summons it.
In relaxation, allow it.
In reset, arrival.
Yesterday’s post reminded me of another conversation with another friend. I said that so far this year I have been purposefully selfish with my time, lots of stuff I wanna work on and finish. I said that I have been turning down invites. She said that I have JOMO, “Joy Of Missing Out.”
She’s right, I do have it. And I love it. I can’t wait to be invited to something and not show up. Just kidding, but some social obligations are getting veto-ed much quicker than before that’s for sure.
Either by old age or by pandemic, we have been forced to sort out what’s important. I appreciate it.