MOSEYING ON DOWN
Mayan Riviera Way …
Chilling. Unplugged. Ribbit.
“Cerveza, Ceviche, Churro … Por Favor.”
… Getting My It All The Way On.
Photo by Nubia Navarro (nubikini)
Is The One …
We should give to our self – Square-on-the-Keister … or the other side – anywhere will do.
Whatever you can hit, make it your best shot.
… Don’t Worry, You Can Take It.
It Ain’t Easy Being A Contortionist …
So, you’ll need to practice to be pliable in Mind, Body and Spirit to make it work.
Just don’t get too hung up on self-flagellation and make a mess of things.
… A little of your own Butt-Whipping Goodness is all it takes to get things done around the fleshy Temple you’re Leasing.
If Kicking Butt’s Not Your Thing … Heel’s Up, Buttercup!
Pump a Fist The Air as high as you can.
And, how about a Daily Deuce of Self Love with a Hug & Smile to Self?
… To Let You Know You’re All The Way In This.
Is Not An Option … Or Loittering Around For Someone Else To Do it …
Standing on the Shoulders of Those Brave Hearts Who Did The Heavy Lifting, Toiling For Your Benefit?
Hasn’t worked out quite so well. Who needs that calamity of guilt hanging over them?
… Wishing Thinking does nothing but employ futile fantasy and negate focus on what matters.
You Can Be God’s Happy Little Helper …
“Oh, Yeah, He’s Watching … Waiting …”
By enabling Fate (Ask Him for details on the Get-Back-To-Living-Life Program that works best for you).
… You May Have To Derail Your Actions – Get The Heck Out Of Your Own Way – To Give It A Fighting Chance.
It’s A Neo-Kuchism … I Think (I Made It Up) … Or, Maybe Not …
Giving Apathy A Smackdown so hard it can’t remember its dumb name.
What needs to be done, must be done by You.
… If You Want To Get Someplace Worth Going.
How Ever You Roll … Get Rolling …
Uphill, Downhill, Over Easy … its All The Same.
Whatever the Good Cause
… Make It Your Cause.
The It … All Of It.
The Conduit To Miracles Everyday.
Soul Architect To Your True Purpose.
… Life Justified.
Sharing My Lunch Today …
Eating Clean – Forgiveness, Compassion, Tolerance – served on a Big Plate of Faith.
“Light On The Guilt, Please … I’m Saving Room For Gratitude.”
… My Monday Feast.
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If You Haven’t Already … I’m Asking Nicely …
Now is the perfect time to stop using this insufferably hyperbolic Idiom.
To the habitual user (serial abuser), a kind request – consideration – to please refrain from another impulsive chorus …
… The annoyingly slow-as-molasses, exaggerative annunciation (of its three trite syllables) could use a sabbatical from popular social commentary vernacular. Continue reading “Ah-May-Zing?”
Make It Yours, Too …
If you like It.
Whatever we do about It.
… Play It Kind, Play It Sweet.
What’s It All About?
Forgiveness and Gratitude, make It right.
Thank God Above.
… Tell Him All About It.
It Starts With Good …
We Make It Better.
So, go for It.
… You’ll Find It Inside.
Will Get You Through The Day …
Dark or light.
You needn’t explain It.
… To be It.
So, I’m Taking My Time … The Long Way Home … To Get It Right.
Slowing It down. Thinking about It. Doing It.
How Sweet It Is.
… I’m Loving It.
You Know What It Means …
How It is.
Light up your It.
… It, Not It.
When We Open Our Eyes – With Our Hearts – Faith Delivers ….
“There Are No Surprises, Accidents or Disappointments In True Faith.”
Sure, Awareness Has Got To Do Its Thing, which is where we come in and make some noise.
Perhaps, the Real Miracle is … How We’ve Made It This Far Without A Clue? Continue reading “Miracles. Everyday.”
Simple Prose …
… To Make My Point? Continue reading “72”
I Said To Myself …
In my small, inner voice.
Squabbling back at me.
Accusatorial, like its my fault.
Then I shut up and listened …
… To Love Speak The Truth. Continue reading “Soul Proprietor”
A Personal Day …
Gifted it to Myself.
Is what I did.
“Just Like I Promised, But Almost Never Do.”
I’ve earned it (*).
End Unnecessarily Entitled Self-Validation Preoccupation. Continue reading “Mick Easy”
Divine Truth …
Gifted in our Hearts.
“Love Is The DNA Of Our Soul.”
What We Do Is Love.
All We Are. Continue reading “Love Needs Love”
Can we simultaneously Be Fabulous and Live In Faith?
There’s got to be a better way for Ego and Spirituality to cohabitate amicably.
So, is Fabulous compatible with True Faith?
Let’s See. Continue reading “Fabulous & Faith?”
We’re At An Irreconcilable Impasse …
Mirrors and me.
We disagree on everything.
From Daily Grooming to What Looks Best and What Doesn’t …
“Does My Head Look Bigger Than My Butt In These Jeans?”
I’d Cured My Worst Adolescent Habit …
… of Procrastination and pitching Lame Excuses.
It happened thanks to one man.
A man named Ralph.
Back in 1977. Continue reading “Teacher’s Pet”
Is Insatiable …
When it comes to ingesting All The Wrong Stuff.
I let myself off the hook at the slightest flirtation with decadence.
Enabling temptation with weakness as I inevitably fall prey to desire. Continue reading “Sweet Temptations”
Is What I Heard Him Say …
Delivered in a dialect void of thought, reason and purpose.
I doubt Hope was anywhere to be found … and Forgiveness as foreign as Love … in his hub of a miserable life.
Brandishing Hate – at will – fermented by misdirected rage was all he could offer leaning through the open window of his pick up truck. Continue reading “Play Nice”
It – All Of It – Just Isn’t Working …
The It … being … Me.
“I Couldn’t Be Trusted With The Old Truth And The New Test.”
You’d think it would be a small task for mortals. Continue reading “I’m It”
What The Hell Is Wrong With Me?
Don’t answer … yet.
I’ve hit an immoveable wall within.
Stumbling. Mumbling. Bumbling. Continue reading “Diary Of A Cryptic Fool”
The Lovely Dump Above Is Where I Was Baptized.
According to my mother.
A Roman Catholic priest from St. Helen’s Parish performed the ritual at home and not at the church because I was too sick.
I’m not convinced this wasn’t an exorcism. Continue reading “Prima Casa”
My Fiftieth Post …
Nah, just a chunky, unavoidable number.
But, it’s real and noteworthy enough – in my humble opine – not to go unnoticed. Continue reading “Small Deal”
Does The Polarity Of Emotions – Forget Anger … It’s Not Your Friend And Doesn’t Deserve Any Attention – Bring You To Tears?
Perhaps, they should.
Where’d We Be Without Either? Continue reading “Have You Laughed And Cried Today?”
Whatever It Is …
Could be almost anything.
More than One may be too much.
Good Things included. Continue reading “One”
Forty-One Years …
Since the decision I made in my early teens
“Changed My Life Forever As A Man.”
In ways I never knew possible.
Inexplainable now. Continue reading “Brother, My Brothers”
There It Is …
Hiding in plain sight where its always been.
Peel away Ego’s mask and all Good is exposed.
Ready to be unlocked. Continue reading “The True Version Of Self”
I’ll Say ‘Yes’ To Almost Anything.
Q. How’d you like to mow my lawn, Mick?
A. I love the smell of fresh cut grass …
Q. Help me move this weekend, Mick?
A. Thought you’d never ask … Continue reading “Yes Man”
Training. Working Out.
Doing something more than nothing.
Sweating, again, and doesn’t it feel good?
At a local gym.
My thoughts emptied.
My heart stilled.
I Got To Thinking About Happy.
Not the Gluten-Free, Ketogenic diversion we could truly care less about.
We Love Our Happy simple, comforting and content by familiarity. Continue reading “Rocked My World To A Happy Place”
Just Like That, Huh …
Everything you do is done.
Finito. Non Più.
All you’ve accomplished.
The dude over there.
“Grinning … in My mirror. Wearing … My new shoes. Eating … My breakfast oats.”
Silly Bastard. Continue reading “Ode To Self”
I’ve Ever Given Myself …
With a modest caveat.
Yes, there is a fateful conclusion – mortality – we must all answer.
In the interim of Life, we needn’t sell our Soul – or anything else – to darkness for one fatal leap into the mystical Fountain of Youth.
Or, oblige temptation of false Ego as an enabler to vanity. Continue reading “Never Grow Old”
I’m Doing Three … Taking A Long Five Count.
And, I’ve never done it before.
First timer for Big Self Love. Continue reading “Slow Clap For Self Love”
The Circumstances Of My Stupidity Couldn’t Have Been Any Different.
It happened twice.
Neither time was fun and the outcome the same. Continue reading “A Prelude To Fate Revisited”
We Just Going To ‘Chill It All The Way Back’ … And Enjoy The Glorious View From Our Lofty Perch Atop The Shrine Of Contentment On Delusion Mountain?
Are we satisfied in doing our insignificant part – the essential minimum to ease our guilty conscience – knowing we can and should do more?
Doesn’t sound like us, does it? Continue reading “What If The World Was A Better Place”
To Be Love.
To Be Loved. Continue reading “What We Do With Love”
Perspective In Life Takes Time Invested In Truth, Awareness And Positive Reflection.
In our blind, gluttonous rush to succeed and conquer all at any cost – to achieve and be everything we’ve ever dreamt of – we wear ourselves down to the barest thread of humanity.
Until we stress out, become ill, and collapse.
We’re left cannibalizing our Soul for another sliver of Spiritual Sustenance. Continue reading “Peddle Slower”
When It Comes To Lying.
Horrible at it.
It hasn’t been for the lack of trying.
I’ve labored through infinite hours of practice.
Until my lips hurt. Continue reading “Truth Inspired”
I Called A Man Whom I’d Never Met.
This wasn’t entirely random.
He’s the legitimate son of my father.
The Father Who Wasn’t.
Which makes me The Bastard Who Is.
Sitting In The Same Dental Chair Ten Days Later …
I was told,
“You may experience some discomfort.”
He Believes In Serendipity And The Notion Of Romance To Be True …
“Hope Springs Eternal On The Eve Of Saint Valentine’s Day.”
Day of Lovers.
Día de los Enamorados.
Magical in any language.
Continue reading “Diatribe Of A Lapsed Romantic: A Contemplative Heart Confesses”
Well, Consider This …
Here I am, plotting my journey on the Lonely Road To Perdition.
Minding my own business about as best as I can.
Now, Imagine Me …
Continue reading “An Anxious Man, Interrupted”
It Takes All The Blame On This One.
Humility and Modesty are the true barometers of Spiritual Strength.
“Of the infinite misjudgements, tribulations and poor decisions I’ve curated in my adolescence, ushered through early adulthood and lingered on into middle-age, trumping up my confidence on a fatalistic foundation of bravado and conceit, was the most perilous work of an Ego Gone Bad.”
An excerpt from ‘Swayed’ – Copyright © 2014 by Michael A. Kuch
Going Back To Sugars.
The moment Ray Delano opened his big mouth Hank’s plans went straight to shit. Strip clubs weren’t his thing. Not anymore.
Ray showed up at Hank’s place Friday night, dragging a bubble gum pink Samsonite behind him like it was a rotting cadaver on wheels.
Hank figured it was about Tess, Ray’s wife.
It was always about Tess. Continue reading “Bubble Gum Pink”
Now What Am I Supposed To Do For An Encore?
The eternally, hopeful optimist in me figures I’m about halfway there.
The troubled pessimist?
On A Dental Implant.
For just under $3,200.
Plus additional costs (*).
An excerpt from ‘The Rose Consolation’ – Copyright © 2017 by Michael A. Kuch
Liar, Cheat and Thief.
If consolation for criminal ineptitude offers immunity from further judgement, I’m not very good at any of these.
A trite claim, I suppose, doesn’t make me any less culpable for what I’ve done. Continue reading “Uncle Bart”
Together Or Apart …
You – Me – All of Us.
How In Tarnation Do You Expect Others Will?
Let me explain:
“Seriosity – yes, its a real word (not a silly, fabricated ‘Kuchism’ … I wish) derived from post-classical Latin ‘Seriositas’ – has its place.”
Ok, now I get it. Continue reading “The Tao of Self-Deprecating Humor”
An excerpt from ‘Café Baci’ – Copyright © 2011 by Michael Kuch
A lady always flushes twice and never looks.
She placed the lid down on the toilet seat to remind Jack.
Gentlemanly etiquette was a desirable trait in cohabitating mates.
She stepped to the bidet, straddled the top, letting the water warm before tending to the feminine essentials with a rinse to the bottom, and patted herself dry with a towel. Continue reading “Claire, Darling”
My Dearest Moka Express.
Is it me?
An insufferable, hopeless romantic.
Some would argue convincingly …
… Man crushing so shamelessly, the way I do.
Continue reading “La Bella Macchinetta”
This Farce Is Edited For Brevity And Believability
Delivered with mortal fear of paying Divine Restitution for rarely using my brain and common sense to get me this far along …
Its a small mercy there’s a Statute of Limitations on prosecuting stupidity.
So, when exactly did it expire?
Okay, scratch that idea … Continue reading “The 7 Dumbest Things I’ve Ever Done & A Few I’m Likely To Repeat”
An excerpt from ‘Swayed’ – Copyright © 2014 by Michael A. Kuch
On the leather chair wedged behind his desk.
Panting like a punch drunk boxer with one wild haymaker left in him before sleeping it off on the canvas. Continue reading “Leo “Big Filthy” Sugarman”
Started With An Invitation To Self Awareness.
Kind of like a Eureka moment.
Only way bigger.
Life miraculously switched on.
An excerpt from ‘The Last Meh of Chick Valentine’ – Copyright © 2017 by Michael Kuch
Thinned into a small queue waiting to pay their checks.
A quartet of dink-faced hipsters, freshly smug and failing reverence, postured around the front door, snot deep in their smart phones to notice Chick Valentine as he slipped past. Continue reading “Hey, Rube”
odern Prehistoric Family.
My Kin, y’all.
Hearty Prairie folks.
Revered Ancestral Order of The Big Body Appendages And Other Unknowable Family Oddities.
Continue reading “Meet The Boyko’s: Bo-ye!”
What’re you Adorable Little Doubters thinking?
Let’s start with the facts – obvious, fabricated or otherwise – liberated for sensational effect, a requisite for scripting this gem of undeniable irrelevance.
It’s been bugging my ass – right, my puns are always intentional, off-mark and ill-executed – for almost 30 years.
Often enough I’d come to believe it didn’t take much in life to be happy.
I wasn’t wrong. Continue reading ““Happy As A Pig In Sh!t””
When You Commit To Financially Supporting A Charity Or A Cause Of Your Choice.
… Or chafes my undercarriage so excruciatingly raw, as the Soul-extracting ordeal of renewing government-issue ID.
Arguably, surpassed only by the irreverent Ontario Motor Vehicle Licensing Offices for grandiose ineptitude, time-whoring stalls, and their inimitable mantra of: Continue reading “My Passport Renewal Ordeal: A Plea of Clemency to Neuter Redundancy”
Him and I.
Couple of Chatty Cathy’s yapping it up …
Its a magnificent melon – Melone magnifico – unlike any other.
Baseball caps – like facial hair, nipple piercing, and tattoos – may be affable accessories on some guys. Continue reading “Why I Don’t Wear A Baseball Cap”
Under meticulous scrutiny.
In the brilliant, unforgiving lighting of my bathroom mirror.
My body burning to ashes.
I’m good with dying. Continue reading “I’m Warming Up To The Idea Of Cremation”
My former Gastroenterologist told me.
It’s a shame, really.
He was a funny guy. Continue reading “The Joy of Colonoscopy Prepping – Volume 4.0”
For The First Half-Century Of My Time Wasted On This Planet
I sought acceptance within my tribe. Continue reading “The Scourge of Selfies: Defacing Vanity By Digital Botox”
Four, if we’re counting Nurse Smiley.
Two were pretty little needles. Continue reading “I Was Poked By Three”
My French-speaking G.I. Joe.
Jacques – his adopted name – talked a lot of trash for a guy barely one foot tall.
He spoke in cryptic, fractional sentences, in a beautiful language I couldn’t understand. Continue reading “My Beloved French Tutor Eulogized: La Légende de G.I. Jacques”
I First Potchke’d Around With
Shameless, Hyperbolic, Egocentric, Self-Promotion – Blogging – A Decade Ago.
A recent Global Poll reported nearly 7.6 billion people have never heard of me.
A big, unflattering number – depends on one’s perspective – expected to reach 10 billion by 2050.
Ten zeroes, folks!
How’s that for potential? Continue reading “(Not) My First Blog (or Rodeo)”