I love the adventure in traveling and how it realigns your social compass to help point you in the right direction. We are here on Earth to learn from one another not destroy each other. I hope to learn from writers here on Vocal.
Quiet Cup of Coffee
My normal morning routine is to wake up earlier than my wife, dogs, and sometimes visiting grandson to enjoy a quiet cup of coffee while I do some free-writing to help get head working and words down on paper. The following poem was written during one of those early morning free writing sessions.
Promptly and without exception every night at eight, I'll hear the whimper and cries of a 110 pound baby while he looks at me with begging eyes and wagging tail, signaling to me that it's time for the nightly stroll. Chance my rescued Lab-mix dog, will without fail, expect a nightly walk to which his pint-sized Pekingese companion, Gizmo, will be right behind him; being awakened by Chances nightly walk-dance ritual. Gizmo knows as well does Chance that this behavior gets me up, putting my shoes on, and taking them out the door. Little do they know that I have this walk planned as their daily exercise and love doing it at night as it seems to be the best time to clear my mind while my dogs get a little exercise and the chance to take in the neighborhood scents and leave some of their own.
Caught With My Pants Down
What I'm about to share is both extremely gross and utterly embarrassing. My story will end with me in a very vulnerable and compromising position with my pants down caught in an unavoidable epically disgusting act. This is the kind of story that doesn't take too long to get to the point, where I reveal to you my life's most awkwardly awful moment. My admission here will have you both grossed out and feeling absolutely sorry for me in my moment of shame. However, before I can conclude with my dubious episode I have to take you all back to where I contracted the issue which would lead to my disaster in a San Diego Parking lot back in the fall 2006.
A Second Chance
September 2019 our beloved Golden Retriever, Sophie, passed away at 14 years old. We were immeasurably saddened, moving us to tears for quite some time afterwards just thinking about her. In her memory we enshrined her signature red collar with a tag inscribed with the words, "Sophie, She Loved", because that is exactly what she did to everyone; family, friend, or stranger.
Tacos in Tulum
Recently my wife and I ventured to Tulum, Mexico to celebrate my retirement from the United States Navy after 24 years of service as a Deep Sea Diver. With CoViD restrictions lifting and the pandemic seemingly in retreat we also have missed our routine of traveling annually with the lock-downs and strict orders from the Navy not to travel further than 300 miles radius from my command; this was also a trip to stretch our worldly legs again, and rid ourselves of some cabin-fever. Returning to the United States does still require some CoViD testing procedures that can induce stress into what is supposed to be a time for relaxation and no worries; However, that's for a different story all together.
The Event By: Meko Kaprelian He found himself walking La Rambla, the bustle of people and the foreign sounds that bounced off his ears gave him the sense of being small in a large place, but the tree-lined cobblestone boulevard, open only to foot traffic, left him romantically comfortable; all at the same time. It was early July in Barcelona; the warm sunny weather had the streets full of activities and tourists, that stimulated the senses. As he walked the Gothic-inspired city that’s nestled between the majestic Collserola mountains and the sapphire blue waters of the Mediterranean, he felt reassured that the location for “The Event” he had been planning for months couldn’t be more perfect. James on break from his duties as an inspector for a company contracted by the US government to build housing for the military in Djibouti, Africa, arrived in Spain a full day ahead of her, to meet with the planner he’d been working with online to finalize the preparations for “The Event”; following the GPS map on his phone he made his way to the meeting location.
Trip to the Beach
‘A Trip to the Beach’ By: Meko Kaprelian The sun was warm, and the wind whipped up just enough to make it difficult to hear the ocean waves cresting onto the sandy shoreline. All though it was winter in Southern California, it still was a beautiful day to be at the beach. Only a few souls littered the tan strip of sand that was situated between a row of magnificent homes and the sapphire Pacific Ocean. A man fishing from the shore could faintly be seen as What looked like a young family entered the beach along a walkway that was guarded by a high wall covered in beautiful murals of random street art and graffiti. When the man and woman verified the coast was clear they untethered their white Labrador retriever and released hands with the young boy encouraging him to follow the dog down to the small breaking waves in the ocean.
The last year has been challenging for us all. It has been hard to feel normal and with so much contradicting information surrounding the pandemic and politics it can feel almost impossible to know where to look for truthful answers. I think this has left all of us depleted mentally and physically. Until now we used entertainment and social gatherings to help drown out the things in society that tend to get us down; however, now without those things to help us all cope we are left in a state of anomy. We don't know what the normal social order is anymore and for social creatures that is down-right scary. We can see it in how we are all pulling away from each other and loosening the cohesion of our social fabric by retreating further into our ideological camps created in the only social space still widely open; social media.