Sometimes coming up with an appropriate title is the most difficult part of creating a blog post. How do you encapsulate something relatively complex in maybe 10 words or so?This afternoon I found myself thinking about the whole concept of love, acknowledgement, feeling "seen," approval and various other things we experience.

As I checked in today, I was amazed and a little saddened to see that it has actually been a week since my last blog post.That might only have happened a couple of times in the 8+ years I have been part of this gig. Yikes...

The world seems to have a certain "design."I'm OK with that, for the most part. It's good to know that people tend to stop for red lights, and that turning a key will open a lock, or start your car.Of course, the flipside to this is that the world tends to be set up to accommodate the prevalent design structure... and if your perception or values are different from that, those design patterns suddenly start to feel more like obstacles than anything useful or welcome.

I suppose I should start by saying that this is not a "political post."The problem with politics and partisanship tends to be that any kind of applied common sense goes right out the window, when we enter the political arena. All of a sudden "winning" and "being right" takes precedence over whether or not something actually works.

Mrs. Denmarkguy has been away in Seattle to be with our daughter who gave birth to her first child a few days ago. There were some complications, so "having grandma on hand" has been kind of important.Because the house is quieter than normal I've had some time to be in my thoughts while doing yard work, business bookkeeping and house maintenance tasks and such.

Growing up in an old-fashioned household that took the old saying "children might be seen but should not be heard" to a whole new level, I learned how to be extremely stealthy at a very early age.In service of avoiding a sudden and very loud "passing thunderstorm" from my dad, or a 30-minute lecture on "the wrongdoings of little boys" from my mother, I soon enough learned where every squeaky floorboard was, where every noisy door was, the location of every loud door handle that would latch to with a big click. I also learned how to take off my shoes or slippers 9at least any that would betray my presence with noise), and just to move around in my socks, so as to not make a sound.