Stream of Thought

Concept Of The Day: Feeder Vessels

Feeder vessels are smaller medium-sized freight ships that transport cargo between small ports and major ports. These vessels mainly collect shipping containers from small ports and transport them to transshipment hubs where they are loaded to bigger vessels for further journey.

https://www.container-xchange.com/blog/feeder-vessels/#:~:text=Feeder%20vessels%20are%20smaller%20medium,bigger%20vessels%20for%20further%20journey.

Myths & Legends

A Chance Encounter

Last night, there was a homeless man next to his shopping cart of belongings on the edge of a major chain store, just minding his own business.

I had to go near him to return my small cart, and since I was there, thought, “Heck with it.”

I turned toward him, made eye contact, and setlled back, leaning against the wall to face him with my hands in my pockets to keep them warm.

“So what’s your story?” I asked him curiously. “Why are you out here?”

Thus ensued a two-hour conversation of us relating to tall tales of desperation; laughing at the narrow escapes; and connecting over music.

He was a decent-looking fellow and kept himself well taken care of, which was what had prompted me to ask about his story.

Early on, he asked me if I would mind giving him a hug, as he said he hadn’t had one in a while.

Normally, I would have hesitated, but had decided to grant him his request.

He was a good hugger.

It felt right and natural to do so.

Safe.

Neutral.

Respectful.

He was a gentleman.

Completely unassuming

His spirit was there, solid and present.

And he smelled good – which surprised me.

I think he must have had some cologne on!

Dang.

Later as we said goodbye, I offered him another hug in parting.

The sensations were the same.

The scent on my jacket lingered and enveloped me on my way home, and I snuggled into it, allowing myself to soak it in – and giggled at my sillyness.

For in the end, he was just a man and I was just a woman.

And it felt good to be appreciated.

Myths & Legends

Of Primary Concern

She had been a caregiving advocate for others for so long that with the further injuries increasing neural overload, she could not fathom having a relationship with a partner again.

As it was, she could barely wedge back the psychic bombardment coming from people all around in order to think straight.

How was she supposed to find balance if sharing intimacy with a lifemate?

And then, at this point, who would want to give her the frequent reassurance she would need in order to trust and believe in someone again?

Maybe it was better to just continue to self isolate.