Sandy Antics, Photo by BradensEye featuring kinfolk hilarity

Lighten upward in lieu of bummer burnout. The ever-wittiest comedy of errors is when we’re missing any of it from our days. Life should be your newfangled favored sitcom if you’re handling it with the best of buffoonery. Even while shenanigans of your kids plagiarizing papers mix the fear of faltering grades with your scotch and DJ hot tub hours, there’s room to make delight with bubbly fart jokes. People populated with the pizazz of plentiful funny bones are more likely armed with decongestant capacities. They’re equipped with intrepid silliness that strips overt suction of seriousness. Often we simply need…


Take That Fat!, Photo by BradensEye featuring a favorite doctor’s office

Fixing our frames of mind is an omnificent overdose. Shall no one ever shrink you to shame your superpowers. You ought to note that you are endlessly as momentous as the first shooting star your eyes can’t erase. It’s such a dame of sky darlings, training your thoughts to believe in the supernal salve from which you’re meant to lustrously shine. The worst felonies among our planet are caused by the harmful emissions coming from humanity’s scrutiny. A laundry list of judgments about what we ‘must’ look like or be are born, bred, and born again. While often unfathomable defilements…


Icing Of a Fresh Slice, Photo by BradensEye

The value of goodwill isn’t merely a sympathy case. Our brutish instincts are always searching to be settled. Becoming a veteran at vibing what is best for you is the basic lesson plan of life. Doing it so much so that you’re attracting positivity as if it’s bait is the key to a hip rapport that allows you to coast through anything your existential expedition may have in store for you. Taking our temperatures to the extent that we’re resonating with the heat versus burning up is the accurate dissection of rigorously defining our individual plus collective rights and wrongs…


Vibing Aliveness, Photo by BradensEye featuring @fluffy_luxury_ in honor of his delivery celebration date!

Breaking news ~ It’s your life on your terms, state of mind. Children are the cornerstone of connectivity to our enlightenment. They remind and represent that dandy developing era of ages wherein we’re eventually seeking to not be so sought for overripe nurturing. Why clicking to every consent of grownups often wears an unfashionable stench or hue. When entitlement becomes our talisman for a period (which many a parental wishes they could evade). We’re merely looking to rise on our own clocks, instead of your sun’s horizontal mambo. I think that everyone is born with innate intelligence. Only to be…


Requiem for Remy, Photo by BradensEye

Bonds are the brackets that button up our broken bits. Sometimes it feels like we choose the critters we let into our worlds. Other serendipities of the most special communion appear to have been struck through an unwritten cosmic contract with none other than spirit itself. They typically enter through a singular person’s portal of “ahh-ha, there you are for me!” All the while, a setup for sparking sentimentality sweetness amongst an owner’s community of humans onward to all sorts of strangers equally. As well, bearing boots of blessed skills for grazing conversations, silken to scruffy snuggles, frisky semantics, or…


AWEful Editing, Photo by BradensEye featuring Maui’s Sacred Garden

Every day is Earth Day. I was born the same 1970 year as the environmentally infamous observance of this wildly wondrous spinny world we get to live upon. Therein, I like to think that I was brought here as part of a special collective destined to worship all things Motherly Earthen. Idolizing the vehicle that literally keeps you grounded offers one the chance for fresh options with winged leaps over or across waterfalls, through trees, rushing or lazing about rivers, and satisfies those who’re sun-thirsty, hooked on salt-devouring and sea-creatures ought to be more easily respected salute. The very atmosphere…


Willpower, Photo by BradensEye

Growth is an audacious ambition ploy. Etched within our innards is the will to flourish. Yet, prospering isn’t some neatly packaged outfit we can get expedited to us overnight by Amazon. Nor can it be purchased at a bulk discount from your local superstore of Costco, Walmart, or Target. Nope. Expansion of yourself generally rises high like pyrotechnics for a fireworks fiesta after a contagion outbreak. It’s what we wish was stocked regularly upon any market shelf. Preferentially, if you’re within my drift, you’d easily grab a new bit during your Wednesday or Saturday farmer’s market stroll. There, next to…


Forsaken, Photo by BradensEye

Cleanliness of spirit is next to sanity. My gawad, my Southern inflection elongates, wanting to emphasize how drawn-out exasperatively we are as a human race in our refusal to unify for many a cause. The idea of god that I was raised upon is about purging our pollution. Its ethics is founded in purifying, washing, rewashing, and scrubbing the shape of our hearts towards a sheen of support for and with one another. You can’t skip off to your own cozy room when the adrenaline is tough and expect the bad people or emotions to *poof* disappear into thin air…


I’ll Tumble For Ya, Photo by BradensEye featuring her fling at McGregor Point Lighthouse

Oh, the rush of a crush appeased! Almost everyone I’ve ever dug into a conversation with about the depths of partnership can agree with me that being in a committed affair of amour sometimes leaves one searching for an escape hatch. Meanwhile, us loners are merely sputtering to secure focused attention from a mutually agreeable specimen. Hungering for my own hunk of love has been this fantasy chase most of my conscious life. I’ve always been a girl who wanted that certain boy’s attention. Whether it was the only (age-appropriate) boy who lived on our street, so slim pickings in…


Here I Come, Photo by BradensEye featuring Hoolawa Stream overpass stumble-upon from Twin Falls hike

Bolstering our jolts is sage labor. This is where I think everybody wants to be kosher. When it pains, it pours. Traumatic attacks to our nervous systems often proceed similar to a minefield of exploitive grenades. Sneaky fuckers, they rage at their own discretionary pleasure full tilt trying to sweep all of the fun out of being awake. Doomsday mode tends to topple as dominoes in a row. There you were swimming in the sea, rambunctious for a potential romance, pounding back pounds of succulent laughter with friends or the equivalent in eats, wrapped in the warmth of chatting away…

BradensEye

LOVER of life. Especially people, places, philanthropy and photography.

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