I’m always asking questions.  The fun begins when you start researching for answers. Such as…   Do guys prefer to pee in the toilet water or on the edge of the toilet bowl?  Plus…is it ok to use tissue to blow your nose more than once?   I’m Arroe…  I am a daily writer.  A silent wolf.  I stand on the sidelines and do nothing but watch, listen study then activate.  I call it The Daily Mess.  A chronological walk through an everyday world.  Yes, it’s my morning writing.  As a receiver of thoughts and ideas, we as people tend to throw it to the side and deal with it later.  When a subject arrives, I dig in.  It’s still keeping a journal!  By doing the research the picture becomes clearer.  This is the Daily Mess…

The way mother nature toys with our imagination.  Starting first with weather.  A Cold December day that looks, feels and smells like snow.  It didn't.  But in less than 30 days ice storms and 11 inches of snow pummeled this collection of trees.  

How did we get into this mode of wanting to own everything?  I think we hear our egos more than we hear anything else.  We are challenged by culture.  What about a higher plan?  A daily choice.  A work of art that's carefully crafted but nowhere near perfection.

I’m always asking questions.  The fun begins when you start researching for answers. Such as…   Why does it feel like modern day cults are seeking new false Gods?  Plus…when cults let you inside with their best weapons of choice… supporting you.    I’m Arroe…  I am a daily writer.  A silent wolf.  I stand on the sidelines and do nothing but watch, listen study then activate.  I call it The Daily Mess.  A chronological walk through an everyday world.  Yes, it’s my morning writing.  As a receiver of thoughts and ideas, we as people tend to throw it to the side and deal with it later.  When a subject arrives, I dig in.  It’s still keeping a journal!  By doing the research the picture becomes clearer.  This is the Daily Mess…

All we hear about at work is how bored people are. They're tired of giving to needy bosses. Upset that favoritism is rampant and for some sick reason you still can't figure out the winning combination at work. Ummm maybe the problem isn't them but rather you.

So many questions. Or are they statements? Visions of the Frida/Phil Collins song There's Something Going On have entered my soul. Every day we bathe in the stench of something trying to pull the wool over our face. We're told how to trust, have hope and rejuvenate our faith. Others aren't so in tune with your open wings. It's a dull ache of needing to embrace because if feels like there's something going on.

I’m always asking questions.  The fun begins when you start researching for answers. Such as…   So many preacher people speak positive words of wisdom inside the walking steps of Lazarus… why wasn’t he seen as a savior?  Plus…who were the people that came with so many rules of why Lazarus kept to himself in silence?   I’m Arroe…  I am a daily writer.  A silent wolf.  I stand on the sidelines and do nothing but watch, listen study then activate.  I call it The Daily Mess.  A chronological walk through an everyday world.  Yes, it’s my morning writing.  As a receiver of thoughts and ideas, we as people tend to throw it to the side and deal with it later.  When a subject arrives, I dig in.  It’s still keeping a journal!  By doing the research the picture becomes clearer.  This is the Daily Mess…