Michael Xavier Boggins

China Trip

By |2024-03-10T16:31:37+00:00January 17th, 2021|Categories: Blog, Contemplative, Creative, Relationships|

Some years ago, I traveled to China on business.  I was there to see that a cut and sew program my company was initiating got off on the right foot.  In total I was on the mainland for three weeks.  The company for which I worked permitted me to invite my girlfriend on trip if I [...]

You Decide

By |2024-03-10T16:20:49+00:00November 16th, 2020|Categories: Blog, Contemplative, Creative|

coincidence [kōˈinsədəns]   A remarkable concurrence of events or circumstances without apparent causal connection.   As you know, if you’ve read previous posts, I hold there is no coincidence.  Those expert in the mathematical sciences could apply numbers to formula to refute my contention, but I’ll stick to my guns.  As example I submit the following [...]

Time

By |2023-12-26T02:46:51+00:00November 1st, 2020|Categories: Blog, Contemplative, Creative|

I like to consider time, from time to time. When a child I didn’t think much about time, other than penalty paid for arriving late or lamenting its rapid passing when engrossed in summer evening’s game of tag or kick the can.  Despite my indifference, Mom emphasized its importance, and in a principally analog world taught [...]

Learning To Ride

By |2024-02-29T01:24:34+00:00October 10th, 2020|Categories: Blog, Contemplative, Creative, Nature|

I don’t recall the genesis of my desire to purchase mountain bike, but I believe initially the intent was to cycle railbed that, in times past, had been base to tie and steel.  Indeed, I started there, and enjoyed those rides, although I found myself leaving safety of gravel surface in favor of hardpack when opportunity [...]

Turtle Quartet

By |2024-03-10T16:26:02+00:00September 27th, 2020|Categories: Blog, Contemplative, Creative, Nature|

Over the years I have driven many miles and though I’ve done my best to avoid collision with wildlife it has occurred.  I wonder why squirrel reverses course or sparrow swoops just when vehicle’s proximity matches theirs.  I don’t know what crosses gap between synapses of God’s creatures, but unpredictable behavior, in my opinion, is particularly [...]

Mexican Funeral

By |2025-01-22T01:07:02+00:00September 3rd, 2020|Categories: Blog, Contemplative, Creative, Relationships, Uncategorized|

Passing through doors on way to pay respects, we were greeted by a sunny, sultry, late summer morning.  Our destination was less than two miles from work’s lot and given we allowed ample time and given the end of our short journey was to be a somber affair, we walked slowly to vehicle.  I drove and [...]

Little Ones

By |2024-05-31T01:27:49+00:00July 2nd, 2020|Categories: Blog, Contemplative, Creative, Relationships|

A divorced dad, I would meet my ex midway between residences to exchange our little ones—two girls.  It was an hour to and from the rendezvous point and I would frequently tell stories to make the trip pass.  The tales told were of magic places with creatures of all sorts; leprechauns, fairies, pixies, ghosts, and such.  [...]

Listening

By |2024-05-31T01:39:00+00:00June 14th, 2020|Categories: Blog, Contemplative, Creative, Nature|

Finding silence has been a challenge for me, and I think for others as well. I remember, when in the waning days of seventh grade, our teacher asked that we all be completely quiet.  The windows were open as we had no air conditioning and it was unusually hot.  She repeated her request several times and [...]

One More Throw

By |2024-05-31T01:32:30+00:00June 6th, 2020|Categories: Blog, Contemplative, Creative, Nature|

When a boy, I had little tolerance for sitting still, as I believe I mentioned in previous posts, whereas brother and sister would immerse themselves between the covers of book. At that time, I had no interest in this worthy endeavor. Later in life I recognized value of reading and went at it with vigor, but [...]

Our Bunica

By |2025-01-27T21:47:58+00:00May 16th, 2020|Categories: Blog, Contemplative, Creative, Relationships|

Our maternal grandmother’s heritage was Romanian. Her name was Elizabeth, but she went by what a grandmother in Romania would, bunică, which we pronounced boonie. She was not a tall woman, which she frequently lamented, standing some five-feet four-inches, though she stood above her mother who grew to a scant four-foot ten-inches. Not surprisingly, her mother [...]

Go to Top