In Search of Something Simple: Just Everyday Perfection


    I met a friend and so they say it wasn’t only the beauty marks, kind heart, or reflections of perfection but instead, or rather, maybe moreover, it was the compatible everyday humanity.  We both were failures and this we knew, too well. But into this failed state together was introduced a bit of everyday humanity.
    Now, you might say I am talking nonsense, but I take your point, so let me get to it. We were not souls enraptured above our bodies but two lost souls sharing a map. Kindred spirits learning to find hope and search for each day with love. 
    The falling apart of society is not only a loss in the sphere of identity but in how we can make each other whole, complete humans. How we can exist together not only as that which indicates we are something different, but also, with the other, something that is complete. These are not realities that indicate a simple solution and all is well; rather, these comments indicate a potential starting point. A place to meet, come together, and with each other try and be something moreover.  
    And here is part of the complexity: it is the shriveling into the self. The pushing and pulling apart of one another. The dreadful shaking of soul that not only destroys another but also oneself. Love thy neighbor as thyself is not a simple saying baked in the fabric of history’s cultural cliché; rather, these words when echoed into daily life like a prism refract heaven into earth and help one see, more often than not, we are one another. Not as a philosophic talking point debating the identity of the individual but as a beaming reality that love can meet failure and, in that moment, find something that each we need. Those simple moments we help each other find our everyday humanity.

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The Rusty Sage Brush is a blog that attempts to take life and experience it like a child full wonder, questions, curiosity and play (with a special emphasis on play): a metaphorical dancing in the rain. To this end there will be words and at times, even, sentences. These objects will be organized into stories, poems, lists, and essays.

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Currently, the voices are limited and do not have any critical, creative, or useful writing skills, but as this is being published on the internet the writer does feel a little overqualified. The person behind this blog is named James. He lives to write, chase sunsets, listen to the stories around him, fix old cars that nobody else wants, bake bread, and tell jokes that cause mass suffering but for those few seconds each day when he can be serious what he really wants is to help people find meaning, learn to play and approach each day with love.

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As of this time there is no determined schedule. But I do hope you enjoy the random postings I do make as I develop a more steady schedule.

Why:

The Rusty Sage Brush wants to be the metaphorical little boy stamping in a mud puddle introducing play into world. So, quite simply, because my shoes are not muddy enough yet and no one has said I have to go inside yet.

I hope you enjoy.

James

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