Friday, July 18, 2025

Rise and Shine with Captain Hedges

Your Morning Watch with Captain Hedges

Posted: July 18, 2025



Good morning, and welcome back to Rise and shine with Captain Hedges, our dedicated space to start the day together with purpose. Go ahead, pour yourself a cup of your favorite brew and take that first, wonderful sip. Right now, in the quiet moments before the world fully awakens, there is a unique stillness, a palpable sense of potential. It’s just us, our coffee, and the brand new day waiting on the horizon.


Before the notifications begin their assault and the day makes its inevitable demands, this time is yours. Think of it as a quiet harbor. Too often, we launch directly from our beds into the chaotic seas of our to-do lists, immediately tossed about by the waves and reacting to every gust of wind. But a seasoned captain knows better. They take a moment on the deck, mug in hand, to simply be. To watch the sun break the horizon, to feel the gentle sway of the ship, to prepare their mind for the voyage. This coffee ritual? This is your time on deck. It's not a delay; it's calibration.


As you enjoy your coffee, ask yourself one simple question: What is my heading for today?


I’m not referring to the long list of tasks you need to get through. That’s just cargo. I’m talking about your true destination, your North Star for the day. What is the one thing that, if you accomplish it, will make today a true success? Perhaps it's completing a challenging project. Maybe it's having a meaningful, present conversation with someone you care about. Or perhaps it’s simply protecting an hour for your own mental health. Define it. See it clearly. This is your compass bearing. When the inevitable squalls of distraction or unexpected problems arise, this single, clear intention will be the star you navigate by.


The day ahead will have its challenges—it always does. There will be crosswinds from other people's priorities and strong currents of unforeseen tasks. That’s a given. A captain doesn't expect perfectly calm seas; they trust in their preparation and their purpose. Your preparation is this quiet moment, this mindful start. Your purpose is the heading you just set. With a clear mind and a clear direction, you are ready to handle the weather.


The sun is a little higher now, our mugs a little lighter. It’s time to weigh anchor and set sail. Carry the feeling of this moment with you—the calm, the focus, the quiet confidence. You are the captain of this day. You hold the helm. Now go and steer your vessel with intention.


Wishing you fair winds and following seas, across the vastness of Space and Time


- Captain Hedges

A Quiet Week on the Blog

 

Main Post for Friday, July 18, 2025

Title: A Quiet Week and a Grateful Heart

Good morning, everyone, sorry posts were light this week.



Good morning, everyone.

You may have noticed it’s been quieter here this past week, and I wanted to take a moment to connect and explain. My time and focus were dedicated entirely to caregiving, a role that called for my full presence as I supported a loved one through a series of appointments at our local VA hospital. The early mornings, usually reserved for writing and reflection, were instead spent preparing for a different kind of day, one measured in hospital corridors and waiting rooms rather than paragraphs and posts.

As many of you know, when duty calls in the form of family, everything else rightfully falls away. Their needs came first, as they should. It was a week that put everything into sharp perspective, reminding me that the most important work we do often happens far away from our professional ambitions. It's the quiet, unseen work of holding a hand, offering a steadying presence, or simply navigating the complex logistics of healthcare. It’s in these moments that we find a deeper purpose, one that isn’t about productivity or progress, but about pure, unconditional support. The world shrinks down to what is essential: the health and comfort of someone you love.

This experience, while demanding, was also profoundly clarifying. It strips away the non-essential and forces you to confront what truly matters. The deadlines, the emails, the daily noise—it all fades into the background when you are sitting beside someone who is relying on your strength. In that space, there is no room for distraction, only for compassion and patience. It was a week of quiet service and a powerful reminder of the unbreakable strength of human connection.

Thank you, sincerely, for your patience and understanding while this space was silent. Your presence here is something I never take for granted. I'm taking some time this morning to catch up, to process the lessons of the past few days. Below, I'll be sharing the 5 AM thoughts I might have posted each morning this past week, written now with the clarity that only hindsight can provide.

AM Whispers: Peace at the Week's End

 

 AM Whispers: Peace at the Week's End

Good morning, everyone. It's Friday, July 18th, 2025, and it's 3 AM here at the cypress swamp cabin overlooking the Red River in Shreveport, Louisiana. The bayou is settled into its deep, familiar quiet, and in this stillness, you can almost feel the week drawing to a close.



After the hustle and bustle, the unexpected movie nights with the uncles, and catching up on tasks, there's a distinct shift in the air on a Friday morning. It's a time to reflect on all that has transpired and to look forward to the promise of rest and different rhythms that the weekend brings. Yet, sometimes, even with the end in sight, the mind can still hold onto anxieties from the days past or worries about the days to come.

In these quiet moments before the rush of Friday begins, we're given a profound invitation to lay down those burdens. It brings to mind the comforting words found in Philippians 4:6-7:


"Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus."


At 3 AM, this verse encourages us to shift our focus. Instead of carrying the weight of unfinished business or looming plans, we're called to simply bring it all to God. In the quiet of this morning, take a moment for prayer and petition, and importantly, for thanksgiving. Thank Him for getting you through the week, for His presence in every challenge, and for the mercies that were new each day. As you do, His peace – a peace so profound it goes beyond our comprehension – will settle in, guarding your heart and mind.

As this Friday morning quietly unfolds, let's step into it with hearts of gratitude and minds at peace. Lay your anxieties down, embrace the quiet, and let God's transcendent peace prepare you for a blessed end to the week and a restful weekend.


I wanted to make sure I got this out to you all now. Please know you're in my thoughts and prayers. Have a blessed Friday.

Tuesday, July 15, 2025

Canyonlands Watch: A Special Report The Canyon We Knew, Now Veiled in Smoke: Remembering the North Rim Fires

 

Canyonlands Watch: A Special Report

July 15, 2025



A catastrophic situation is unfolding at the Grand Canyon National Park as two massive, lightning-caused wildfires rage across the North Rim and surrounding Kaibab National Forest. The fires have led to the complete destruction of the historic Grand Canyon Lodge and forced the closure of the North Rim for the remainder of the 2025 season.

As of this morning, fire crews are battling immense blazes fueled by high winds, low humidity, and extremely dry conditions. Here is the latest on the two primary fires:



The Dragon Bravo Fire: Ignited by a lightning strike on July 4th, this fire has consumed nearly 6,000 acres directly within the park's North Rim. In a devastating blow to American history and tourism, the fire completely destroyed the beloved Grand Canyon Lodge and several other park structures. Firefighters are employing an aggressive, full suppression strategy to prevent its further spread.

The White Sage Fire: Located just north of the park in the Kaibab National Forest, this fire is significantly larger, having scorched nearly 50,000 acres since it began on July 9th. It remains 0% contained. This blaze has prompted widespread evacuations, affecting hundreds of residents from the Kaibab Plateau to the Utah-Arizona line. A high-level Complex Incident Management Team is being brought in to handle the immense challenge this fire presents.

Park Closures and Public Safety

In response to the escalating crisis, the National Park Service has announced extensive closures to ensure public safety:

  • Full North Rim Closure: The North Rim of Grand Canyon National Park is closed to all visitor access for the rest of the season.

  • Inner Canyon Trails: Major corridor trails, including the North Kaibab Trail, the South Kaibab Trail, and the Bright Angel Trail below Havasupai Gardens, are closed.

  • Facilities: Phantom Ranch and all inner canyon campgrounds are closed until further notice. Colorado River trips are being advised to bypass the Phantom Ranch area entirely.

  • Fire Restrictions: Stage 1 fire restrictions are in effect for both the North and South Rims.

Officials have confirmed that all staff and residents were successfully evacuated before the fires overran the developed areas on the North Rim, and thankfully, no injuries or loss of life have been reported.

The loss of the nearly 100-year-old lodge has been met with sorrow across the nation. Arizona's Governor has expressed heartbreak over the destruction of the landmark and has called for a review of the federal government's emergency response. For now, the focus remains on the immense and dangerous task of battling these two historic fires.


The Canyon We Knew, Now Veiled in Smoke: Remembering the North Rim Fires



For those of us who hold the Grand Canyon in our hearts, the memories are vivid, almost tangible. The gasp of awe at the first glimpse, the play of light painting the ancient walls, the crisp scent of pine on the North Rim. But for those who cherish the quieter, more secluded beauty of the canyon’s northern edge, those memories are now tinged with a profound sadness as we witness the devastating impact of the Dragon Bravo and White Sage fires.


The news out of Grand Canyon National Park has been heartbreaking. Lightning-sparked in July 2025, these blazes have ripped through the Kaibab National Forest and across the North Rim, forcing closures, evacuations, and tragically, the reported complete destruction of the iconic Grand Canyon Lodge and dozens of historic cabins. The familiar image of that grand limestone and timber structure, a steadfast sentinel overlooking the breathtaking expanse, now exists only in photographs and our collective memory.



For those who made the trek to the North Rim, the experience was always distinct from the bustling South Rim. It was a place of serene beauty, offering a different perspective, a sense of deeper immersion in the canyon’s wildness. We recall the winding drive through the dense pine forests, the anticipation building with each turn. We remember standing at Bright Angel Point or Cape Royal, gazing at the vast panorama in relative tranquility. Now, the thought of those vistas obscured by smoke, the air thick with the smell of burning timber, is deeply unsettling.


The fires have had a tangible impact, closing the North Rim for the remainder of the season and silencing the usually bustling inner canyon trails. The North and South Kaibab trails, the Bright Angel – arteries of adventure and connection to the canyon’s depths – are now inaccessible. Even Phantom Ranch, that legendary oasis at the bottom, is shuttered. Reports of a potential chlorine gas leak from a compromised water treatment facility add another layer of concern to an already dire situation.


While fire is a natural part of the ecosystem, helping to clear undergrowth and promote new growth, the scale of these fires feels different, more profound in its loss. It’s a stark reminder of the power of nature, its capacity for both breathtaking beauty and devastating force. Our memories of the North Rim’s pristine landscapes are now intertwined with the knowledge of its vulnerability, of a cherished place undergoing dramatic and heartbreaking transformation.


The Grand Canyon has stood for millennia, a testament to the slow, relentless power of geological forces. It has weathered countless seasons, survived natural events, and inspired generations. While the fires of 2025 have brought immense loss and sorrow to the North Rim, we must also hold onto the hope for renewal. Just as fire can clear the way for new life, perhaps from these ashes will emerge a changed, but still magnificent, landscape.


For now, we hold onto our memories of the North Rim as it was – a place of quiet grandeur, a sanctuary of natural beauty. We await the day when the smoke clears, and we can once again witness its splendor, perhaps with a deeper appreciation for its resilience and the ever-present power of the natural world.


What are your memories of the Grand Canyon's North Rim? Share your thoughts and reflections in the comments below.

Yours for Now Captain Hedges

Title: Follow the Money: Forging the Financial Chains of Nocturnis

 

The coffee is on its third reheat and the sun isn't even a rumor yet over the bayou. Been spending the pre-dawn hours deep in the guts of the Nocturnis City setting, hammering out one of the most critical systems: the flow of money.



In a neo-noir world, wealth isn't just for buying cybernetics or paying for information. It's a measure of power. It’s the wall that separates the struggling PI from the untouchable families who own the skyline. It’s the difference between getting a lead and getting lead poisoning. We needed mechanics that felt like that—gritty, meaningful, and deeply integrated into the world.



We've been building out a D6-based Wealth Factor system on a 1-30 scale. It’s been a fascinating exercise in ranking the city's titans. Where do you place the old-money, land-rich Hedges Family versus the silent, insidious financial web of the Sterlings? How do the street-level rackets of the Barlows compare to the legitimate-but-brutal construction empire of the De Costas? And where, on that scale, does the god-like technological might of Victor Thorne even fit?


We're tying it all directly to the characters. Your starting profession—be it a Channel 6 News Reporter, a Gridiron League player for a Blackwood-owned team, a paramedic wading through the city's carnage, or a simple farmer getting squeezed by the agricultural giants—will set your first rung on that long, bloody ladder. From there, you can spend XP to climb, but every step up has a narrative cost.


It’s coming together. In Nocturnis, every credit has a story, and most of them end in tragedy.

their will even be a land management and business tools for you to use as well. 

Yours For now Captain Hedges.











Rise and Shine with Captain Hedges Captain's Log: An Unexpected Earthly Mission

 

Captain's Log: An Unexpected Earthly Mission

Posted: July 15th

Greetings, Voyagers!



Captain Hedges here, sending a transmission from a terrestrial command post this fine Tuesday, July 15th. As the sun crests the horizon, I know many of you were likely preparing for another "Bayou Tuesday" installment, ready to hear the latest from Bayou Earl and the uncles.

However, sometimes even a captain who navigates the vastness of time and space must answer a call closer to home. A high-priority mission has come up, one that requires my full attention here on this plane of existence. My handler for this particular sector, let's call him 'Uncle Bill,' has become quite the taskmaster. He's insisting I remain at his beck and call, which has unfortunately limited my access to the chronicle logs and my ability to share our usual tales.



In fact, I've had to sneak away just to get this dispatch through to you all!

But this unexpected detour got me thinking. Adventure isn't always about navigating multiverse portals or charting courses through nebulae. Sometimes, the most challenging and rewarding quests are the ones that unfold right here in our daily lives. Conquering a daunting to-do list, managing relationships, and taking care of business—these are all adventures in their own right. They require strategy, courage, and a healthy dose of determination.

So today, instead of a story from the bayou, I'm dedicating this post to all of you embarking on your own real-world adventures. May your tasks be manageable and your day be victorious.

I hope this post finds you well. I may not be able to get back on the chronometer today, but I will do my best to return later in the week with more stories from my travels.

Have a good day.

Yours in Time and Space, Captain Hedges

3 AM Whispers: Strength in the Stillness

 

3 AM Whispers: Strength in the Stillness



Good morning, everyone. It's Tuesday, July 15th, 2025, and it's 3 AM here at the cypress swamp cabin overlooking the Red River in Shreveport, Louisiana. The bayou is holding its breath, hushed and still, a deep quiet broken only by the hum of the night.

In these early, unhurried moments, there’s a unique kind of clarity. It’s a time when the noise of the world hasn’t yet begun, allowing us to find a deeper peace, a quiet strength that prepares us for whatever the day might bring.

This stillness reminds me of a powerful truth found in Isaiah 30:15:

"In quietness and trust is your strength."

At 3 AM, as the world sleeps, this verse offers profound insight. Our true strength isn't always found in frantic activity or loud pronouncements, but often in the quiet moments of trust. It's in laying down our worries, silencing the clamor of our minds, and simply resting in God's presence. From this quiet place, from this deep trust, comes a resilience that can carry us through anything.

As your day begins to stir, carry this whisper with you. Find your strength today not just in what you do, but in the quietness of your spirit and in your unwavering trust in Him.


I wanted to make sure I got this out to you all now. Please know you're in my thoughts and prayers. Have a blessed Tuesday.

Monday, July 14, 2025

Let's rise and shine with Captain Hedges! Good Monday Morning

 

Good Morning, Swamp Side: A Monday of Cosmic Clocks and Unfolding Care



Let's rise and shine with Captain Hedges! The sun officially graced Shreveport, Louisiana, at 6:07 AM this morning, painting the cypress swamp outside our cabin with its first golden light. It's a beautiful, serene sight – unbothered by the internal rhythms (or lack thereof) that are already defining my day. My coffee is brewing, its aroma a desperate plea for wakefulness, but my mind is already racing through a landscape of new priorities and lingering exhaustion. Sorry for this late post!

You see, caring for the uncles is a 24/7 gig, and their internal clocks operate on entirely different cosmic frequencies. Take Uncle Jerry, for instance. Bless his heart, he was up and dressed by 5:00 AM sharp, probably ready to solve the world's problems before the roosters even considered crowing. Then there's Uncle Bill. He decided to start his day (or continue his night) at 6:00 PM yesterday evening. Yes, you read that right. He's been up all night, and he's already vocalizing his displeasure with the world, particularly about Elon Musk and those riots in California.

And me? Well, I barely managed to drag myself out of bed at 6:00 AM, and I'm still very much in that pre-caffeinated, hazy state of existence. My brain is currently running on dial-up, trying to process the concept of "morning." So here I am, standing by the coffee maker, the glorious aroma of brewing beans slowly filling the air, a beacon of hope for my still-slumbering synapses. But as the coffee drips, both uncles have decided this is prime time for conversation. Uncle Jerry, ever the eager beaver, is already dissecting last night's obscure documentary, while Uncle Bill, in his charmingly gruff morning-after-an-all-nighter voice, is demanding to know why the coffee isn't ready right this second. My internal monologue, however, is screaming one thing: Dear heavens, just let me wake up first!

Beyond the usual Monday morning whirl, there are a few new family matters that have unexpectedly taken center stage. Uncle Bill has to go to the VA hospital today to see the heart doctor so were headed out that way, and it looks like he'll be in there for a while. This is a significant shift for us here in the cabin, and our thoughts are with him for a comfortable stay and a swift return. Additionally, Uncle Jerry has a doctor's appointment coming up tomorrow, Tuesday, and I also need to arrange for a follow-up eye appointment for him.

These new developments mean my focus will be entirely on supporting the family for the next couple of days. Because of this, I wanted to give you all a heads-up that I'll be offline until Wednesday morning. I'll be dedicating my full attention to these immediate needs.

This Monday morning, more than ever, feels like finding my anchor in a rapidly moving swell. Life, much like the bayou, has a way of throwing unexpected currents your way. It reminds us that even amidst personal chaos, the rhythm of care, responsibility, and unwavering resolve must continue.

In Other News from Nocturnis: A Glimpse into the Shadows

On a different note, while navigating today's real-world currents, I've also been busy behind the scenes for our Nocturnis City Campaign! I've managed to recover a significant number of old posts from the original website concerning my new Nocturnis series I am devolving. These haven't just been recovered; they've been meticulously rewritten and adapted to fit seamlessly into the rich, dark tapestry of Nocturnis.

Each of these upcoming tales will carry a potent byline: "There are 666,666,666 people in this city, and this is but just one of their stories." Get ready, because the shadows of Nocturnis are about to reveal some truly chilling narratives.

I wanted to get this out to you because I don't know if I will be able to get back online later.

Yours, Captain Hedges

3 AM Whispers: Guidance for a New Week

 3 AM Whispers: Guidance for a New Week



Good morning, everyone. It's Monday, July 14th, 2025, and it's 3 AM here at the cypress swamp cabin overlooking the Red River in Shreveport, Louisiana. The bayou is settled in a humid quiet, a familiar blanket of warmth even at this early hour. The sounds of the night are subtle—a distant cicada, the gentle lapping of the river against the banks below.


There's a different energy about a Monday 3 AM, isn't there? The weekend's adventures and rhythms are behind us, and the week stretches out ahead, full of tasks, plans, and unknowns. It's a prime time for reflection, for setting intentions, and for seeking a clear path forward.


In these quiet moments, when the world is still asleep and the week is just beginning to unfurl, my thoughts turn to the guidance we need for the days ahead. It brings to mind a prayer for direction from Psalm 25:4-5:


"Show me your ways, Lord, teach me your paths. Guide me in your truth and teach me, for you are God my Savior, and my hope is in you all day long."


At 3 AM, this isn't just a casual request; it's a heartfelt plea. Before the demands of the day begin, before the complexities arise, we have this opportunity to ask God to reveal His ways. We're asking for His wisdom to light our paths, for His truth to inform our decisions, and for His teaching to shape our understanding. Our hope isn't in our own planning or foresight, but in Him, our Savior, who guides us not just for a few hours, but "all day long."


As this new week begins its quiet unfurling, let's carry this prayer with us. In the stillness of this early morning, commit your ways to Him. Trust that the God who awakens the dawn will also illuminate your path through every step of this new week.


I wanted to make sure I got this out to you all now. Please know you're in my thoughts and prayers as you begin your week. Have a blessed Monday.

Sunday, July 13, 2025

The Second The Second Shift: When Uncles, Hunger, and a Delta Tempest

 The Second Shift: When Uncles, Hunger, and a Delta Tempest



 Collide, From the Blog of a Cabin Dweller in Shreveport, Louisiana



The swamp is putting on a show tonight. Not the gentle, lulling performance of a summer shower, but a full-blown, dramatic production. As I write this, the wind is howling, throwing sheets of heavy rain against the cabin windows so hard it sounds like handfuls of gravel. Every few moments, a flash of lightning cracks the night open, illuminating the thrashing cypress trees in a stark, ghostly white, followed by a boom of thunder so deep you feel it in the floorboards.



The funny thing is, the sky gave us a beautiful, deceptive reprieve this afternoon. From about three to six o'clock, the earlier storms had cleared out. The air was still and heavy, washed clean and smelling of pine and damp earth. The sun even made a brief, hazy appearance, setting the swamp aglow. It was a perfect, peaceful Louisiana evening. And in that calm, I thought the day's chaos was finally behind me.



I had just managed to get Uncle Bill, worn out from a long day, settled down for the night. The cabin was filled with the low, gentle burble of the chicken soup on the stove—a simmering promise of a quiet, well-earned dinner. And that’s precisely when the porch door creaked open, signaling the start of the second shift.


In walked Uncle Jerry, with that familiar, hopeful, and hungry look on his face. "Smells good in here," he announced. "I'm just in time, right? I'm starving."



We chatted for a minute as I stirred the pot, the rich aroma of chicken and herbs a welcome scent in the warm air. Everything was coming together perfectly. The carrots were tender, the chicken was falling apart. I dipped a spoon in to taste the broth—it was almost there. And then, a sinking, comical realization hit me. I swirled the spoon through the pot again. No resistance. No familiar, soft thud of a potato against the metal.



I looked at Uncle Jerry. He looked at me, his smile unwavering.

"Jerry," I said slowly. "Did we… did we add the potatoes?"

His eyes went wide for a fraction of a second before he broke into a sheepish grin. "Well now," he chuckled. "I was in charge of chopping 'em, but I guess I got sidetracked telling Billy about that big gar I saw last week. My mind aren't what it used to be."



And so began the Great Potato Rescue. Just as we were dicing a new batch, the first rumbles of the new storm began in the distance. The sky, which had been so calm moments before, was turning a deep, bruised purple. Into the pot the potatoes went, an hour later than planned, plunging into the hot broth with a satisfying plop. The race was on.

Even El Tigre de Setos had to save MS Potato head from the crooks try to kidnapers, who wanted to use her for ransom!



It’s in these moments you appreciate a recipe's forgiveness. This hearty soup didn't mind the latecomers; it just welcomed them into the fold. As the wind picked up and the first flashes of lightning lit the horizon, I put Uncle Jerry on "Fixin's Duty." He happily grated cheese and crumbled bacon, the simple, domestic tasks a comfort as the storm grew in intensity.



By the time the potatoes were finally tender, the tempest was in full force. Ladling that steaming soup into bowls felt like a victory against the elements. We sat at the old wooden table, the storm now raging outside, our warm bowls cupped in our hands. The howling wind and the crashing thunder were no longer just a backdrop; they were part of the meal, a wild soundtrack that made the warmth of the soup and the sturdiness of the cabin logs feel all the more precious.



Each spoonful was a moment of pure comfort, a defiance of the chaos outside. This is the heart of Cypress Swamp living—knowing that no matter how fiercely the storm rages, a solid roof, a warm kitchen, and a forgiving pot of soup can make everything right in the world.



P.S. — You might notice a flurry of posts appearing all at once tonight or Tomorrow morning. My apologies! I've actually been writing and creating these posts all weekend, from Friday right through this evening's storm. But between looking after Uncle Bill and then having Uncle Jerry show up, my hands have been a bit full. Finding a quiet moment to actually get online and upload everything proved impossible until now. So here I am, finally catching my breath while the thunder rolls, trying to get you all caught up on the latest chaos and comfort from our little corner of the world. Thanks for reading!

Yours for Now Captain Hedges

A Sunday Devotional

 

A Sunday Devotional: On Light and Abundance

Fellow Travelers on this blessed Sunday,



This morning, many of us witnessed the quiet, cosmic spectacle of the sunrise. We watched as light gracefully, yet decisively, pushed back the darkness. It’s a daily occurrence, yet it never fails to feel like a miracle—a fresh start painted across the sky. It brings to mind the very first divine command in the story of creation:

And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. God saw that the light was good, and he separated the light from the darkness. Genesis 1:3-4 (NIV)

Every sunrise is an echo of that first moment. It is a physical reminder of a deeper spiritual truth. In a world that can often feel shadowed by uncertainty and confusion, we are promised a guiding light that never fades. As Jesus himself said:

“I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.” John 8:12 (NIV)

Just as the sun illuminates our physical path, His light brings clarity, wisdom, and hope to our spiritual journey.

Later this morning, some of us had the blessing of gathering at a table laden with abundance—a feast shared in fellowship. That image of a full table, of bounty and provision, is one of the most powerful symbols of God’s grace. It speaks not only of physical nourishment but of the overflowing spiritual blessings He pours into our lives. It reminds me of the comforting words of the Psalmist:

You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Psalm 23:5 (NIV)

Our Father provides. He offers us sustenance for our bodies and for our souls. He invites us to His table not because we have earned a seat, but because He loves us. Our cups—with grace, with love, with peace—truly overflow if we only take a moment to notice.

So, as we move through the rest of this day, let us carry the lessons of the sunrise and the breakfast table with us. Let us walk in the light we've been given and be grateful for the abundance that surrounds us. Let us embrace the simple, joyful charge given to us for today, and for every day:

This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it. Psalm 118:24 (ESV)

A Morning Prayer:

Heavenly Father, thank you for the gift of this new day and for the light of your son that guides our path. We are grateful for the abundance you lay before us—for food and fellowship, for grace and peace. Help us to rejoice in this day you have made, to walk in your light, and to share your love with those we meet. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

Blessings, - Captain Earl C. Hedges Jr.

Choas from The Kitchen Returns

 

Choas from The Kitchen Returns



Cypress Swamp Comfort: A Rainy-Day Chicken & Potato Soup



From the Blog of a Cabin Dweller in Shreveport, Louisiana

The sky over Caddo Parish opened up this afternoon, one of those sudden summer downpours that turns the world a dozen shades of green and grey. From the porch of our little log cabin, you can watch the rain dripping from the Spanish moss, making the cypress knees glisten. The air grows heavy and cool, and the hum of the cicadas gives way to the steady drum of water on the swamp.

On days like this, there’s only one thing to do: embrace the chaos in the kitchen and conjure up a pot of something that warms you from the inside out. Today, it’s all about our go-to comfort meal: a hearty, soul-soothing chicken and potato soup. It's a simple recipe, perfect for a day when the outside world feels wild and you want to create a little warmth and order by the hearth.

The Heart of the Cabin: Our Chicken & Potato Soup

This recipe is more of a guideline, really. Sometimes we use leftover chicken, other times we throw in some collards if we have them. It’s forgiving, which is just what you need when the weather has a mind of its own.

Yields: A generous pot, about 6-8 bowls Prep time: 20 minutes Cook time: About an hour of simmering

What You'll Need:

  • 1 tbsp. olive oil or a knob of butter

  • 1 large yellow onion, chopped

  • 2 big carrots, peeled and sliced

  • 2 celery stalks, sliced

  • 2 cloves garlic, minced

  • 1.5 lbs boneless, skinless chicken (thighs have more flavor), cut into chunks

  • 6 cups good quality chicken broth

  • 1.5 lbs potatoes, peeled and diced (we love Yukon Golds for this)

  • 1 tsp dried thyme

  • 1 bay leaf, plucked from the jar

  • Salt and plenty of freshly ground black pepper

  • ½ cup heavy cream (a completely optional, but delicious, luxury)

  • A handful of fresh parsley, chopped

Putting It All Together:

  1. In a big, heavy-bottomed pot (our cast-iron Dutch oven is perfect), warm up your oil or butter over a medium flame. Toss in the onion, carrots, and celery. Let them soften up and get fragrant, about 5-7 minutes.

  2. Stir in the minced garlic and cook for just a minute more.

  3. Add your chicken pieces and let them get a little color on all sides.

  4. Pour in the chicken broth, using your spoon to scrape up any tasty browned bits from the bottom of the pot. That's where the flavor lives!

  5. Tumble in the diced potatoes, the thyme, and the bay leaf. Bring it all to a lively simmer, then dial the heat back to low, pop a lid on, and let it all get acquainted for the next 30-40 minutes. You’ll know it’s ready when the potatoes are fork-tender.

  6. Fish out the bay leaf. If you’re feeling decadent, stir in that heavy cream now and let it warm through gently.

  7. Season with salt and pepper. Be bold! A good soup needs good seasoning.

  8. Ladle it into your favorite bowls and scatter a little fresh parsley over the top.

Deck it Out, Delta-Style: The Fixin's Bar

Set out some small bowls on the worn wooden table and let everyone build their own masterpiece.

  • Classic Comfort: Shredded sharp cheddar, crispy bacon bits, a dollop of sour cream.

  • Green Goodness: Chopped green onions or fresh chives from the porch pot.

  • A Little Kick: A few dashes of Louisiana hot sauce or some sliced pickled jalapeños.

  • For the Crunch: A sleeve of oyster crackers or some buttery croutons.

Swamp Wisdom: Navigating Kitchen Chaos

Things can get a little wild by the stove, but don't you worry. Here in the swamp, we learn to adapt.

  • If the Soup's a Bit Shy on Flavor: Before you drown it in salt, try a squeeze of fresh lemon juice. It wakes everything up like a flash of lightning on a dark night. A dash of Worcestershire or a spoonful of Dijon mustard also works wonders.

  • If You've Got Potato Pandemonium: Did your potatoes get a little too soft? Don't fret. We call that a happy accident. Mash a few against the side of the pot to make the whole soup thicker and even more rustic. Next time, using a waxier potato like Yukon Golds can help them keep their shape.

  • If the Broth is Too Thin: Whisk a tablespoon of flour or cornstarch into a little bit of cold water to make a slurry, then stir it into the simmering pot. It'll thicken up nicely. Or, even easier, scoop out a cup of the soup, blend it until smooth, and stir it back in.

There's nothing better than the smell of this soup filling our cabin while the rain patters outside. It’s more than just a meal; it's a feeling of safety, comfort, and home.



From our little corner of Cypress Swamp, happy cooking.



The Captain's Table: A Cypress Swamp Sunrise Feast

The Captain's Table: A Cypress Swamp Sunrise Feast



Posted by: Captain Hedges Location: Cypress Swamp, Shreveport, Louisiana, Sector Time: 09:15 CDT

Fellow Travelers,

Following that quiet communion with the rising sun, the chronometer now registers a far more terrestrial and equally satisfying event: breakfast. And not just any breakfast, mind you. Today’s fare was enjoyed at our humble log cabin outpost nestled deep within the Cypress Swamp, overlooking the meandering currents of the Red River here in Shreveport.

After the early morning reflections on cosmic and local dawns, there’s a profound joy in the simple act of preparing and savoring a good meal. The air this morning was crisp and carried the promise of a warm day. The only sounds were the gentle rustling of leaves, the distant call of a heron, and the satisfying sizzle of bacon meeting a hot pan.

The table, weathered by time and countless meals, groaned under the weight of a proper Southern spread. Crispy strips of bacon lay beside perfectly fried eggs, their yolks like miniature suns mirroring the one that had just graced the horizon. There were stacks of fluffy pancakes, golden-brown toast, and an assortment of savory sausages. Glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice and the ever-present dark nebula of coffee completed the scene.

There’s a unique magic to cooking and eating outdoors, especially in a place as serenely beautiful as the Cypress Swamp. The dappled sunlight filtering through the ancient trees, the earthy scent of the swamp, and the gentle flow of the Red River create an ambiance that no indoor dining room can replicate. It’s a reminder that even amidst journeys across time and space, the simple pleasures of good food and good company in a beautiful setting remain timeless.

As mentioned in my earlier dispatch, this Sunday is a busy one as I’m looking after the uncles on an off-screen adventure. This breakfast was a welcome moment of peace and refueling before the day’s tasks. It’s a reminder to appreciate these grounded moments, these tangible connections to place and nourishment.

May your own Sunday be filled with moments of simple joy and perhaps, a good meal shared in good company.

Across Time and Space (and the breakfast table), - Captain Earl C. Hedges Jr.

Sunday Morning Rising Today

 


Sunday Morning Rising: The 06:17 Rendezvous
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Posted by: Captain Hedges Location: Shreveport, Louisiana, Sector Time: 05:49 CDT

Fellow Travelers,



The chronometer reads 05:49. The coffee is black, a small, dark nebula in a ceramic mug. Outside, the world is still painted in shades of charcoal and deep indigo, holding its breath in the pre-dawn quiet. In just under 30 minutes, we have a rendezvous.



At 06:17 CDT, this particular sector of Planet Earth will pivot into the direct light of its host star.



It’s not as dramatic as a wormhole tearing open the fabric of spacetime, nor as momentous as the day the ether dragons opened the portals to evacuate a dying world. There will be no cosmic apocalypse, no sudden implosion of reality. It is a far more subtle, yet in its own way, more profound event. It is a promise kept.

Across the vastness of time and space, I’ve seen the violent dawn of a binary star system over the blasted deserts of Meridian IV and watched a crimson giant cast long, dying shadows on a planet of ice. Each has its majesty. But there is a unique comfort in the familiar, predictable grace of Sol. For all our travels, for all the sagas written across the stars, this is the light that grounds us. It’s the constant against which we measure our own chaotic journeys.

The first hint of change is appearing now, a faint band of violet and soft grey on the eastern horizon. The birds are beginning their ancient chorus, unaware of the precise celestial mechanics, yet perfectly in tune with the result. This daily rotation is the most fundamental portal we experience. It’s a gateway from the darkness of night and dreams to the light of action and reality. In a few moments, that light will spill over the horizon, chasing the shadows from the yards and rooftops, turning the sky from ink to fire to a brilliant, hopeful blue. It’s a quiet, daily resurrection.

I wanted to make sure I got this out to you all now, as I'll have a lot to do today and this might be my only post. Please know you're in my thoughts and prayers as I look after the uncles on our off-screen adventure.

The moment is almost here. Enjoy the show, and have a blessed Sunday.

Across Time and Space, - Captain Earl C. Hedges Jr.

Saturday, July 12, 2025

An Apology for the Delay (and a Peek Behind the Scenes!)

 

RED ALERT: A Sincere Apology (and an Urgent Update!)



Oh man, it's 10:27 AM and I have profoundly, catastrophically dropped the ball! I know you've been patiently waiting, and I am issuing a RED ALERT for the extreme lateness of new blog posts. My deepest, most sincere apologies for the absolute radio silence and this inexcusable delay. Life has taken an unexpected, jarring turn, and things truly got away from me.


To be completely honest, my morning was derailed in a way I couldn't have predicted. I got seriously sick and ended up waking up at 1:20 PM today! From there, in a moment of poor judgment, I somehow dove into a movie marathon with some popcorn, which, you guessed it, only made me feel worse and set everything else back even further. This isn't just an excuse; it's a critical factor that severely impacted my ability to get new content out to you all on time. I pride myself on being consistent and delivering engaging posts, so it absolutely crushes me when I don't hit that mark.


I understand how incredibly frustrating it is to check in for something new and find nothing, or worse, find it's significantly late. You dedicate your precious time to reading what I put out, and the absolute least I can do is respect that by sticking to a schedule. I truly value each and every one of you who takes the time to visit this blog, and your unwavering support means the world to me.


Urgent Content Incoming!

Hear this: I am not just working on getting back on track; I am scrambling to make it up to you. Consider this a FINAL WARNING that new content is not just coming soon, it's IMMINENT! I have some absolutely electrifying ideas brewing, and I am confident you are going to be blown away by what's coming next. My mission is to return to a regular posting schedule immediately, and I will be providing real-time updates on this critical mission.


In the interim, your understanding and continued patience are not just appreciated—they are vital. It means more than you could possibly know. I am truly, profoundly sorry for this delay, and I thank you for sticking with me.


STAND BY! New content is launching, and I unequivocally promise it will be worth the wait!

It just might not be today!

I wanted to make sure I got this out to you all now, as I'll have a lot to do today and this might be my only post. Please know you're in my thoughts and prayers as I look after the uncles on our off-screen adventure. Have a blessed Saturday.


Yours for now Captain Hedges

3 AM Whispers: Rejoicing in Unexpected Rhythms

 



Good morning, everyone. It's Saturday morning, 3 AM here at the cypress swamp cabin overlooking the Red River in Shreveport, Louisiana.



First, I wanted to say I'm sorry for all my posts from yesterday; I know I was quite active! Also, just a heads-up that today's posting might be late, but I wanted to get this one out now.

The bayou is quiet, as it often is at this hour, but last night, the cabin had a rhythm all its own, quite different from the usual pre-dawn stillness.

You see, Uncle Bill and Uncle Jerry decided to call it an early night yesterday, turning in around 5:00 PM. We thought they were settled for a long sleep. But by 10:00 PM, they were both wide awake and ready for some entertainment! The call went out for movies and popcorn, and soon enough, the classic sounds of Westerns filled the cabin, echoing through the peaceful night. There they were, well past midnight, enjoying their popcorn and watching cowboys on the screen.

It just goes to show, life here by the bayou, especially with the uncles, rarely follows a predictable schedule. And sometimes, the most unexpected moments are the ones that bring the most simple joys. It reminds me that every day, in its unique unfolding, holds something to celebrate.

It brings to mind the simple yet profound truth found in Psalm 118:24:

"This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and and be glad in it."

At 3 AM, reflecting on a late-night movie marathon, this verse takes on a special meaning. It's not just about the typical sunrise. It's about recognizing that every moment, every day, even one beginning with unexpected Westerns and popcorn at 10 PM and carrying into the quiet hours, is ordained by God. We're invited to find joy and gladness in all of it – the calm, the storm, the worries, and the shared, slightly unconventional moments with loved ones.

As the quiet hums around the cabin this Saturday morning, let's carry that spirit of rejoicing into whatever the day brings. Find the gladness in its unique rhythm, knowing it's a gift from above.


I wanted to make sure I got this out to you all now, as I'll have a lot to do today and this might be my only post. Please know you're in my thoughts and prayers as I look after the uncles on our off-screen adventure today. Have a blessed Saturday.

Friday, July 11, 2025

A Golden Friday Dawns in Shreveport's Cypress Swamp

 

Friday Morning rising over Shreveport Lousanna



A Golden Friday Dawns in Shreveport's Cypress Swamp
Good morning, dear readers! As the first slivers of light pierce through the dense canopy of cypress trees, painting the swamp in hues of rose and gold, it's clear that this Friday, July 11th, 2025, is going to be a special one here in Shreveport, Louisiana. From the cozy confines of our log cabin, the serene beauty of the dawn over the tranquil waters is nothing short of breathtaking.

For those of you not fortunate enough to witness a Louisiana sunrise firsthand, let me paint a picture. The air, still carrying the lingering coolness of the night, is slowly warming, filled with the rich, earthy scent of the swamp. A light mist often dances just above the water's surface, lending an ethereal quality to the emerging landscape. The cicadas, just beginning their morning chorus, provide a gentle, rhythmic hum, a natural symphony to greet the day. Birds, from the majestic blue herons standing stoically in the shallows to the smallest warblers flitting through the branches, awaken with their own melodic calls, adding layers to the soundscape. It's a moment of profound peace, a quiet pause before the day truly begins.

Today, however, the tranquility is laced with a different kind of energy. You see, it's a "me and the uncles have a lot to do" kind of Friday, which invariably means an off-screen adventure is brewing. These aren't the kind of escapades that make for perfect Instagram reels or meticulously planned itineraries. No, these are the organic, spontaneous bursts of activity that make for the best stories – the kind that are richer in memory than in any digital capture. They're filled with unexpected twists, hearty laughter, and just the right amount of good-natured chaos that only family can truly appreciate.

The uncles, fueled by strong Louisiana coffee, are already mapping out the day's unofficial agenda. I've overheard enthusiastic debates ranging from "finally fixin' that stubborn pump down by the bayou" to "exploring that barely-there trail we glimpsed last spring." There's even a hushed mention of a "secret fishing hole" that, according to Uncle Earl, only appears when the morning mist is just so and the wind blows exactly from the northeast. I've learned, over the years, that it's best not to question the logic; just nod, grab your gear, and enjoy the ride.

As Captain Hedges, I'm ready to steer us into whatever delightful unpredictability this cypress swamp morning has in store. Whether it involves some genuine manual labor, a bit of wilderness navigation (which usually means getting delightfully lost and then finding our way back, eventually), or simply sitting on a mossy log swapping tall tales, I know it will be memorable. It's about the connection to this wild, beautiful landscape and the unbreakable bond of family.

So, as the sun fully crests the horizon, painting the entire sky in fiery oranges and soft purples, we're lacing up our boots and heading out. The swamp is calling, promising a day filled with the kind of authentic experiences that truly nourish the soul. Wish us luck on our journey into the heart of Louisiana's natural beauty! I'll do my best to share any (printable) highlights and the overall spirit of our triumphs (and perhaps a few minor, humorous setbacks) when we return, undoubtedly tired but thoroughly content.

What does your ideal Friday morning look like? Do you have your own special rituals or places that bring you peace and adventure? Share your thoughts in the comments below!

Yours For Now,

Captain Hedges

Swampland Shenanigans: An Off-Screen Adventure Awaits!

 

Swampland Shenanigans: An Off-Screen Adventure Awaits!



Good morning, everyone! The Shreveport cypress swamp is absolutely glowing with this Friday morning sunrise, casting long, golden fingers through the ancient trees that stand sentinel around our log cabin. The air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, and there's a certain buzz, a hum of anticipation that isn't just the cicadas waking up. No, today isn't just any Friday; it's a "me and the uncles have a lot to do" kind of Friday, which can only mean one thing: an off-screen adventure!

You know how it is. Sometimes, the very best stories aren't the ones you can capture in a perfectly framed photo or describe in meticulous, blow-by-blow detail. They're the raw, unfiltered moments that unfold organically, full of unexpected twists and turns, bursts of genuine laughter, and maybe a little bit of good-natured chaos that you wouldn't trade for anything. Today feels precisely like one of those days, a day destined for the kind of tales that will be retold around a crackling fire for years to come, each iteration growing a little grander, a little more legendary.


The uncles are already up and about, their old coffee cups steaming in the cool morning air as they pace the porch. Their hushed discussions are a mix of practicalities and wild schemes. I've caught snippets ranging from "fixin' that leaky thingamajig on the back forty" to "exploring that new, overgrown path we spotted last week down by the bend." There's even been talk of a "secret fishing spot" that only reveals itself when the moon is just so and the wind blows from the east – classic uncle logic, which I've learned to just embrace.

And me? I'm just along for the ride, ready to dive headfirst into whatever escapade the day throws our way. Whether it's wrestling with a stubborn engine, navigating dense undergrowth in search of a hidden creek, or simply sharing stories and a thermos of coffee on a sun-dappled bank, I'm all in. The beauty of these off-screen adventures is their spontaneity, their lack of a rigid schedule or a predetermined outcome. It's about the journey, the camaraderie, and the simple joy of discovery.


We've got tools to gather, maps (or at least, vague directions from memory) to consult, and undoubtedly, a few more cups of coffee to brew before we properly embark. The swamp is calling, and with it, the promise of something unique, something that will etch itself into the memory banks without ever needing a digital footprint. We'll be navigating the bayous, maybe spotting some of the local wildlife – a gator lazily sunning itself, a blue heron poised gracefully in the shallows, or a mischievous otter darting through the water. These are the moments that truly connect you to this incredible place.

I can't tell you exactly what we'll accomplish or what surprises await – that's the very essence of an off-screen adventure, right? But I can promise you it'll be memorable. It'll be filled with the kind of experiences that nourish the soul, forge stronger bonds, and remind you of the simple, profound pleasures of good company and the great outdoors. Wish us luck, send good vibes our way, and I'll be sure to fill you in on any (printable) highlights and the general vibe of our triumphs (and perhaps a few minor setbacks) when we eventually return, undoubtedly tired but thoroughly content.


What's your favorite kind of off-screen adventure? Do you have a special place you go to escape, or a group of people with whom you just "know" a good time is inevitable? Let me know in the comments!

Yours For Now,

Captain Hedges