barely winter?

how quickly everything goes from one thing to the next. the tree that had beautiful green leaves and blossoms became a shock of color and then quickly with the winter winds shed its burdens and went to sleep.... see you in the spring lovely thoughts...

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even though we are almost snowbound here the wildlife continue to seek sustenance. now there is nothing outwardly "cute" about a bald eagle, with sharp talons and beak, but if you get really close they have a bit of a smirk and will give you the "eagle eye". i wonder if their nests are covered with 14" of snow too.

13.5 lives

during certain times my hebephrenic mind takes off on tangents and visits places i've never used for decades. the consideration of figuring i've been here before and will be here again begs verification from some higher source. until the sixth century the church believed in resurrection/renewed life and even spoke to the reappearance of john the baptist/elijah, whatever that means. then the roman emperor justinian issued an edict that you couldn't think that way. i know that i'm not given to sacred thoughts much but getting older makes one think about what comes next... are we really able to think independently or must we lockstep everything with political winds?

The Thirteen and a Half Lives of Captain Bluebear is a 1999 fantasy novel by german writer and cartoonist walter moers, which details the numerous lives of a human-sized bear with blue fur. many of the creatures encountered by bluebear in the novel are taken from myths, folktales, prehistory, and moers' imagination, among them gryphons, maenads, trolls, yetis, and pterodactyls. nearing the end of the novel, the mythical city of Atlantis disappears from earth, an event witnessed by bluebear. the book follows the adventures of the character bluebear in the first half of his 27 lives. the novel intersperses bluebear’s narrative with excerpts from The Encyclopedia of Marvels, Life Forms and Other Phenomena of Zamonia and its Environs by Professor Abdullah Nightingale, who bacterially transmits it into bluebears brain.

how very much moers was like irish author c.s. "jack" lewis, who was first influenced by j.r.r. tolkien and g.k. chesterton, who went from atheism to the church of england; and in "narnia" assigned qualities to animals. lewis drew much of his early work from the icelandic sagas. lewis died on the same day as aldous huxley and jack kennedy (just a sidelight). there is so much to think about before we get it right. i keep turning corners and finding threads that connect everything.

i know i've not made the best of what i've been given to date, but have to guess there may always be tomorrow... unless my fragile mind takes flight without my body...

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what's cuter than babies at Christmas? even when they grow up and move away they are still our babies. all we have to do is close our eyes and those we love are there, but with whom will we share the chocolate chip batter? missing those not with us this year...

dock of the bay

holding onto the last remnants of fall entails waiting for that one great moment when the elements are ideal....... rather like taking a picture. if you are patient things will work out. now the sky is falling sooner and getting off work in the dark requires a lot more willpower to load up the boat, and go...... under a full moon perhaps it will all seem irrelevant...

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sometimes "cute" doesn't really cut it..... doesn't really describe something we strive for in making this a better world, but cute takes our minds off of the day to day struggles. this weeks counter-cute is about Julie Brock-Garcia, a relative of one of my therapists. Julie has a rare heart/lung disorder that has led to a heart warming story i have to share. check out the kansas city article and the accompanying letter from california gov arnold schwartzenegger. it will make thanksgiving more meaningful and probably bring tears to your eyes... it did me.
http://www.kansascity.com/637/story/1585590.html

i have so much to be thankful for, with so many wonderful lifetime memories, and caring family. every day is a bonus from here on out...

1st earth battalion

last night was a double feature at the fleur and my chance to become a jedi knight, for at least an hour. it is so ironic that "men who stare at goats" featured a spoonbending member of the "first earth battalion". it paralleled my past meeting with a "remote viewer" during the days when i did hypnosis online and a brief stint realigning the molecules of silverware. i'm sure that finding lost objects is only the start toward walking through walls......and how many would like to break from this working world and walk through the streets of paris listening to gypsy music. life is indeed "an education" and a long way to oxford...

thanks to jse for researching the 1st earth batallion "earth prayer" by Jim Channon.

Mother Earth
my life support system
as a soldier
I must drink your blue water
live inside your red clay and eat your green skin

I pray
my boots will always kiss your face and my footsteps match your heartbeat

Carry my body through space and time
You are my connection to the Universe
and all that comes after

I am yours and you are mine

I salute you