Moving On and Healing - Part 1

About a year ago, a series of monthly mishaps took place that, even taken in a singular fashion much less as a group, were life-changing. It began with a car accident backing out of my driveway, which should have been the other guy's fault, and wasn't; continued on with a near-electrocution caused by a leaky roof and the neglect of a slumlord, an unexpected fall into a manhole on the 6th Street Bridge of which demolition was slated to start the next day, and ending with a sucker-punch assault by a murderer on parole in broad daylight near some of the city's most stellar cultural venues. I say "ending" but that was the beginning of renewed panic attacks and what I now realize was post-traumatic stress disorder.

These events reminded me of a story by my father told to me often over the years about recognizing signs and taking personal responsibility for moving on. The story goes something like this: a man was stranded on a deserted island, and prayed to God, asking …

Starting Again

It's been years since I've written on this blog, and this past year -- 2016 -- was such a helluva one that I realized I should be writing about it all. After all, I survived an auto accident, falling into a manhole on a bridge slated for demolition, getting randomly assaulted by a parolee, and traveling cross-country with two dogs, my mother and most all of my possessions in the heat of summer.

It's been hard for me to figure out where to write ... my handwriting is painful to execute nowadays so typing is best, and I've struggled if I should share online or file my thoughts and experiences offline.

Ultimately, I decided it was best to share online because I hope for interaction since I mostly work in solitude and crave communication. While I'm perhaps best known as an extrovert, I'm really an introvert who keeps everything inside.

So, here's to a new day ... daily meditations, reflections, observations, and more as I move forward, one step at a time, in s…

H. Gary Richardson (8.8.36 to 1.17.17)

My father passed away. I knew it would happen someday, but I never expected it at this time. Since 1993, he's been asking me to come back to Texas, and so finally this year, a few months ago, I returned. I knew I needed to see him, and waited until I could slip away for a couple of days. I surprised him, and suddenly realized how ill he really was. He always sounded so positive and upbeat during our regular phone calls. I was glad that my brother Eric was with me so we could attend to his health needs, but it was too late.

Time to go ... 5.15.10

I have left my mark in Downtown Los Angeles ... and now it is time to go.

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It's the Little Things that Matter

It's the little things that matter. I'm inspired by the simple actions by others who demonstrate their love of others and of you. Today, I'm basking in the warmth of those who have touched my life recently. You know you are loved when:Your baby brother (now a father and in his mid-40s!) rearranges his two-hour airport shuttle so that he can ride on yours to spend MORE time with you (and arrive four hours early for his flight, which means he just hangs around the Denver airport on Christmas Day until he departs). Now, who in their right mind would do that? Well, I guess a caring man who I must not have traumatized too much when we were kids.Your boyfriend gets up and washes the dishes without being asked.Your dog gazes into your eyes and then snuggles into your neck, leaning against you for what it seems like hours.Your dogs walk nonstop during a mile-long morning walk that you desperately need!Your neighbor brings your newspaper two flights up to your door in the morning.A…

Do your OWN Thang - Be UNSTOPPABLE!

Life is all about doing your own thang [INSERT TEXAS TWANG HERE] ... what is BEST for you seems to be BEST for others as you become an inspiration just by feeling good about yourself and emitting positive energy.
For me, life is also about expression, sharing, doing, feeling. But enough about me right now -- view the YouTube video, which, after viewing it myself, reminded me of the importance of carving your own path in life's jungle, experiencing pure joy in the simplest of things, and doing things that feel good to you and not worrying about what others might think. Watch this solitary guy in the midst of an unenthused crowd dancing away to his own beat, seemingly without caring what others around him think, and later inspiring others to let it all hang out for themselves. Watch the WHOLE thing (it's only about 3 minutes!).
Remember: Be UNSTOPPABLE, be true to yourself, and do your own THANG!!!

My Downtown L.A. at Twilight

I love my downtown L.A. -- its concrete starkness, its desolate beauty, its haunting quietness. Over the past three years, when it suddenly became "hip," these peaceful qualities were often shattered by the sounds of loud voices, too many cars, and breaking beer bottles. Luckily, that phase seems to be more of an ugly duckling phase as the area's hipness clunkily settles in. I still miss the longer spans of solitude that used to exist as I traversed the city at all hours, but now I find it in less-traveled paths at night.