u/JohnnySock

I built a family home, knowing it was built on sand. I built it to show my children what they could do. Inevitably, that dream was lost to narcissism. Still, I did the right thing and stayed to protect and nurture the kids. I now live alone in a much smaller space that I rent. I was never allowed to hang art, now my walls are full of it. I'll probably never have another 'partner', the damage was done. But at 60, I can now have something more precious than a mansion built on sand..., I can build a space of calm, restoration and peace. I think I deserve it.

Edit - You people are beautiful. Thanks for all your kind, warm support. It means a lot to a guy sitting on a couch by himself where a whole family used to be. Also, I acknowledge the guys on here who have nothing. I was there too. I am privileged and know not everyone starting again has my privilege. But I came from choldhood poverty and abuse, so I guess my post is about staying the course, surrounding yourself with beauty, whatever that is for you, and using your space to heal. Love to all my brothers who tread the harsh, difficult path.

I've always loved choc/orange, choc/mint and choc/cherry flavours. Well, I got this today and it absolutely doesn't disappoint.

I never really knew anything about olive oil, until my beautiful Italian friend took me to her family's renowned Italian restaurant in Melbourne. When they served warm foccacia with three small bowls of olive oil, salt flakes and balsamic vinegar, the oil punched me square in the face. I had never really tasted an oil so beautiful. Grassy, fruity and this pepper that grabbed the back of my throat like a mob boss. They gave me a litre of their branded oil and life hasn't been the same since. I don't cook with this. I either drink it neat or with sourdough bread. The bottles in the picture cost me close to $700, but I know guys who buy a single bottle of single malt whiskey for more, and who's life expectancy diminishes quicker than mine after every bottle.

I spent a night last night solo camping. I love getting out under a clear, night's sky whenever I get the chance. It was during such a night in the northern tablelands of New South Wales here in Australia, that I had an experience with a UAP only 6 months after my first, direct physical engagement with NHI in my home. Last year, I sat on my rear deck and watched about a dozen lights in the night sky speed and dance around. Having bought a satellite and celestial tracker, was in the Air Force for 29 years and a pilot, I'd worked out what obeys the natural laws, and what doesn't. So, last night, I sat and watched the night sky unfurl above me with the Milky Way putting on a celestial disco for those that were interested.

As I watched, I saw them again. Three objects defying natural laws. I felt like yelling out to several other campers around me, but this phenomenon is poorly understood by the majority, so I sat and smiled at their display.

They are getting bolder. As if they are daring us to accept their reality. I just wish others would look up at the night sky with far more curiosity.