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Blog 480 – 11.29.2016
The Best Of Me

One of my favorite authors, Nicholas Sparks – Probably most noted for his books made into movies, Note In A Bottle, The Notebook, A Walk To Remember (with the lovely Mandy Moore, I am a not so secret fan, oh Mandy if I were only thirty years younger) and many more movies and even more books also wrote a favorite of mine called The Best Of Me. Nicholas Sparks writes love stories that even the more macho men can enjoy. I am not a very macho guy but I have had a macho thought or two especially when I think of pretty girls like Mandy. I guess I’d better get off that subject before she feels compelled to get a restraining order. How cool it would be if she, Sarah Silverman,  Sandra Bullock, Hallie Berry, or one a host of other beautiful celebrities were to read my blog and want to know me.

You see that is why I write, in an effort to give the best of me to any and all who might need to hear a friendly encouraging word. When I was a young man, like most young man, I thought the best of me was my body, my sexual love. I am still a sexy guy but I heard many years ago that the primary sex organ in both men and women is the mind. I believe that, do I ever. If my conservative religious friends got a peek at any of my more erotic writings they would think me more bound to what I consider that mythical eternal burning lake of fire than they already do for my rejection of their particular take on God. I believe in a loving God I like to call the Universe because He/She/It is everywhere, everything, and everyone. Can you dig it? Well, if you can’t that’s okay. Maybe we can just agree to disagree.

I believe I do my best writing and think my biggest and best thoughts when I open my mind up to think with the Universe. And that also my worse writing and smallest least worthy thoughts come from my own ego. I prefer not to fight him any longer but to just let that sleeping dog lie. I spelled that word right for he does lie constantly. He is always accusing my brothers, and trying to preach his gospel of shortage, gloom, doom, and despair. He enjoys making me afraid because he knows like Yoda that fear leads to hate, and that hate leads to the dark side. I thought you Star Wars fans might like that.

The best of me is not my manly physic nor is it my ego but my heart and my mind especially when it beats and thinks with my Divine Source. I like Source even more than The Universe as a name for God but then He/They go by so many names. What did you say your name was?

Your friend and fellow traveler,
Sputnik for short (It means Traveler)
Staying at The Travelers Inn in Mineral Point, WI. Stop by and see me if you’re in the neighborhood especially, if your name is Mandy Moore. Just teasing we could meet for coffee or share a bite to eat at Pointers Cafe or The Red Rooster Cafe on High Street.

David White