Johnsowers's Instagram Audience Analytics and Demographics
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PROFILE OVERVIEW OF JOHNSOWERS
36.7% of johnsowers's followers are female and 63.3% are male. Average engagement rate on the posts is around 1.10%. The average number of likes per post is 263 and the average number of comments is 7.
Johnsowers loves posting about Travel, Music, Photography.
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GENDER OF ENGAGERS FOR JOHNSOWERS
AUDIENCE INTERESTS OF JOHNSOWERS
- Photography 75.69 %
- Art & Design 67.67 %
- Music 61.98 %
- Movies and TV 58.87 %
- Business & Careers 56.69 %
- Restaurants, Food & Grocery 49.09 %
- Beauty & Fashion 45.65 %
- Travel & Tourism 44.32 %
- Entertainment 44.32 %
- Fitness & Yoga 44.32 %
- Books and Literature 44.32 %
Every morning we begin again.
In every walk with nature, one receives far more than he seeks. ~John Muir
Grateful for these haunted forest sunrises and for bugling elk. #alligatorjuniper
Painted New Mexico Skies + Joshua Tree = wild magic. Thanks @u2 and thanks to the Painter.
Sometimes we need to get away from noise, hurry, crowds. From online drama, outrage, injustice. I’m unplugging for a few weeks to walk among these pecan trees, my old friends. To find God and myself and perhaps a few words in the process.
Finally made it to the beach! #ArkansasOcean #SaltLife #Dolphins #Seashells #ButNotReally sponsored by @Toyota
She ran inside as if chased by unseen creatures of joy. Jumping and laughing in a sea of blue magic, heeding some invisible call I could no longer hear. Every slide, ball pit and swing was not just touched, it was devoured. My experience was less dramatic. I was impatiently moving on to the next thing. But she missed nothing. Caught up in joy and wonder, “dancing to the mysterious tune, intoned in the distance by the Invisible Piper.” I was not hearing the same frequencies. I know we were born in song and to the Song we return. Somewhere along the way, I grew tone deaf and could no longer hear the Great Music. I know life has its own special way of crushing us. We feel pain, loss, rejection. We lose people close to us. And sometimes we close our hearts to protect ourselves. When we do this, we lose some of our childhood radiance and plug our ears to the Music. Watching her play is helping me hear again. I love her loud laugh and her freedom.
She is the sunlight.
I remember standing over mom’s bed. She was sleeping on her back, her head looking left. I touched her socked toe and whispered, “mom, mom.” She stirred, opened her eyes, looking at me for a moment, then went back to sleep. I decided it was best to let her sleep. It was the last time I saw her alive. She passed a few hours later. None of us knew she was dying. She had been discharged from the ER and was in rehab to help her walk again. I was trying to care for her. Overseeing physical therapy and rehab, picking her up when she couldn’t get up, helping make sure she stayed clean and healthy. I fought to get her good care. When she could no longer shop for groceries, I picked them up for her. When she could no longer get into bed, I got her a recliner lift chair to sleep in. When she could no longer push her walker on the carpet, I got her new floors. When she couldn’t step up into her shower, I removed the shower lip, so she could. Even though it was only a fraction of what she gave me, I hope it made her feel loved. Weeks before she died, one of my friends texted and said, “Tell her you love her and say all the unspoken things.” I tried. And those were the last words I said at her funeral: Say the unspoken things. I could have told her “I love you” more. Not with more frequency, I told her every day. But with more intensity. With more heart. I wrote a tribute to her in my last book. But there were still things I never said, appreciations, love words, heart expressions, hugs and gifts. I wish I celebrated her more. I wish I had more parties, more laughs. I wish I knew all her stories. I wish I said all the unspoken things. So if this resonates with you, please do this. Stop what you are doing and write that letter. Ask forgiveness. Or tell them “thank you,” or whatever else you need to say. It’s never too late, until it is. Say the unspoken things.
Dad can we draw on your hand? Absolutely.
The Enneagram is like a wise, old counselor who knows you better than you know yourself. My friend @richard.goff created this new, genius card game based on it, launching today on Kickstarter. Check it out > (link in profile)
Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are finding out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity. ~ Robert Muir. Thank you @refuge_foundation #CrowIndianReservation
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