tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552170607010033527.post9070163112618817153..comments2023-03-22T02:43:14.121-07:00Comments on Plumbed Down: Turning the Tide in Our Favor. Plumbeddownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05922056608873107130noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552170607010033527.post-79668839536375681232013-09-10T18:16:35.809-07:002013-09-10T18:16:35.809-07:00I'm a believer that life can always get worse ...I'm a believer that life can always get worse because it reminds me that in reality, it is not so bad. Many people don't get it though. <br /><br />It will be interesting to see what happens over the next couple of months with Syria and other things taking place. I have come to except what might be the inevitable and started to plan accordingly. While at the same time, keeping things going as normal.<br /><br />I think a lot of times that people don't realize they aren't seeing friends and family. For me it sucks as I am working two full time jobs and I am strangely getting used to it. Though, I will see how that goes this winter when it gets in the way of my passion for snow sports.<br /><br />Buck up bud. Just remember who you are and that ultimately we can't change much of the world. Just the few people around us in hopes to set off a chain of events. You gotta learn to lean with it. Sometimes you just need to let yourself break though. Just go meditate, get away from it all and re locate what you have lost of yourself. agnarchy.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14046852000034640662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552170607010033527.post-90182502033884764092013-09-10T17:54:08.246-07:002013-09-10T17:54:08.246-07:00Thanks Dad. (Wow, both Mom and Dad on the same bl...Thanks Dad. (Wow, both Mom and Dad on the same blog?). I get the feeling I need to go out and visit you guys now (my moral compasses?). Plumbeddownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05922056608873107130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552170607010033527.post-34429347071355906662013-09-10T17:52:26.424-07:002013-09-10T17:52:26.424-07:00Thanks for reading and commenting Janet. I apprec...Thanks for reading and commenting Janet. I appreciate your loyalty. Plumbeddownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05922056608873107130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552170607010033527.post-64146457133576187422013-09-10T17:52:02.358-07:002013-09-10T17:52:02.358-07:00Thanks Julie. You'll be fine, it takes some ti...Thanks Julie. You'll be fine, it takes some time to get rid of sea legs when you re-land on America. Plumbeddownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05922056608873107130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552170607010033527.post-62057328654574569912013-09-10T17:49:14.434-07:002013-09-10T17:49:14.434-07:00Thanks. I'm not lifeguard, but I've helped...Thanks. I'm not lifeguard, but I've helped struggling swimmers out before. Plumbeddownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05922056608873107130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552170607010033527.post-39245816491829841352013-09-10T08:55:04.348-07:002013-09-10T08:55:04.348-07:00Chris, I think you hit a chord in the hectic rhyth...Chris, I think you hit a chord in the hectic rhythm of many of our lives these days. In a time when we [westerners] are so consumed with our individual potentials, trying to become totally self reliant and barely finding the time for friends. You hit the pause/reset button in your blog. Most of us forget we have that button in our emotional lives, and by the time our eyes skim across the pause or reset, it may be too late to preserve some of the most important aspects of being alive. We may have already lost contact with the friends and loved ones who give us our compass. A timely blog.<br /><br />Dad (Mike Plumb)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552170607010033527.post-9892634555921618342013-09-10T05:56:44.540-07:002013-09-10T05:56:44.540-07:00Again and again, I really like reading your perspe...Again and again, I really like reading your perspectives. <br /><br />JanetUnknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12473352691870084510noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552170607010033527.post-87896671384112617322013-09-09T07:39:57.922-07:002013-09-09T07:39:57.922-07:00By the way, I love the new look for your blog.By the way, I love the new look for your blog.Julie Merrinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16535352710739104399noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552170607010033527.post-23605790243904093802013-09-09T07:39:05.032-07:002013-09-09T07:39:05.032-07:00It's been awhile since I've found time to ...It's been awhile since I've found time to visit your blog. I'm glad I caught this one. I certainly understand what you are saying about shifting tides, as I am going through that in my own life. Like you, I have to choose not to panic, but to trust that I will be led to solid ground again.Julie Merrinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16535352710739104399noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552170607010033527.post-21210402145897757542013-09-09T05:31:16.659-07:002013-09-09T05:31:16.659-07:00This was a great piece Chris. Keep your chin up. ...This was a great piece Chris. Keep your chin up. There's lots of us flopping around in the water with you. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14892957099696412869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552170607010033527.post-16757447216936951722013-09-08T22:20:05.102-07:002013-09-08T22:20:05.102-07:00Thanks Natalie, I don't often feel my true wri...Thanks Natalie, I don't often feel my true writing mojo very often anymore, but this one felt...easy. <br /><br />I hope your end of the world will settle. I have a feeling your going to ride a wave all the way to somewhere awesome. Just a weird feeling I have. Plumbeddownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05922056608873107130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552170607010033527.post-26849515464774092332013-09-08T22:15:23.923-07:002013-09-08T22:15:23.923-07:00Yeah, thanks Mom, and good verse. And sorry for n...Yeah, thanks Mom, and good verse. And sorry for not giving you credit for your painting; it was a late addition, and I was tired. <br /><br />You can see more at Margaretplumb.com Plumbeddownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05922056608873107130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552170607010033527.post-437522206437310852013-09-08T15:30:20.138-07:002013-09-08T15:30:20.138-07:00I really love this post. I love the way you start ...I really love this post. I love the way you start off with the story about your brother, and how you bring in the shifting tides. It's true - there's a lot of uneasiness lately. I definitely feel like there's big change going on (at least in my small corner of the universe), so I related with the whole premise as well. I miss the security of youth, too, although I had much more anxiety back then. I was just an anxious child.<br />The key to surviving sneaker waves and getting pulled under - don't panic. ;)Natalie DeYounghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16906680301422288990noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552170607010033527.post-18954212512983097562013-09-06T23:02:23.034-07:002013-09-06T23:02:23.034-07:00Chris, good blog... Negativity, frustration and su...Chris, good blog... Negativity, frustration and super-sensitivity are roiling waters --and the 24-7 "news" shows whipping up the masses don't help, either. It tempts me to just go outside and paint. Head in the sand? Or just reality of a different kind? A quote I want to live by: "...you’ll do best by filling your minds and meditating on things true, noble, reputable, authentic, compelling, gracious—the best, not the worst; the beautiful, not the ugly; things to praise, not things to curse..." Philippians 4:8,9 <br /><br />(btw, thanks for using my painting) <br /> Margaret Plumbhttp://www.margaretplumb.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552170607010033527.post-52183698845094235852013-09-06T19:30:48.597-07:002013-09-06T19:30:48.597-07:00Thank you. Sometimes I worry that I've lost m...Thank you. Sometimes I worry that I've lost my tone on this blog. I need to remind myself to go back to writing fiction at times, as non-fiction topics can really pull my voice in the essay type direction. <br />Plumbeddownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05922056608873107130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552170607010033527.post-52299920230717116842013-09-06T18:38:33.698-07:002013-09-06T18:38:33.698-07:00I miss those days. Sometimes, when I hang out with...I miss those days. Sometimes, when I hang out with my brother who is barely clinging to his thirties, we both start acting like little immature middle-schoolers. He's my best friend. Always has been. Whenever either of the two of us were going through something as young adults, we gave each other "poundings." It's a masculine way of dealing with emotions/anxiety/ stress/depression or whatever it was that was creeping into our psyche. When we sensed the other was getting too insular and girly, we would just linebacker dive at each other and start a vicious tirade of back punches, arm-bars, and unsophisticated wrestling moves. Unlike some brothers, this was not a violent act. In fact, these "poundings" helped me get through some very difficult times. It was great therapy; I've thought about marketing it: "How Spinal Punches and Body Smashes Can Pull You Through Anything." Something tells me this would be a tough sell to the female audience. <br /><br />It's perfect diction and tone in this that tells me, I need to buy stock in whatever publishing company signs you.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12473352691870084510noreply@blogger.com