By reading my blog you give me the opportunity to do the work I love to do, that is talk about life and its various aspects.
I know, wandering around is one of the things I do best, so I thank you for respecting my voice while I do it.
I’m a seeker, and I figure that you, being here, must be one too.
They say we didn’t come into this life with a manual on how to live it, but what if in our wanderings, we find one.
Perhaps I ought to explain where I’m coming
from. You know how easy it is to say
what’s wrong with the world and if you watch the news you will find plenty to
chew on. Daughter Dear commented this morning that in the lunch room at work, the
television is always on, and it is on the news. The channel isn’t stuck there, people
can change it, but they don’t. They sit during lunch with no apparent reaction while the television feeds their mind as they are feeding their bodies.
Remember the motto of journalism: “If it bleeds, it
leads.” What if we led with good news?
What a concept.
It is so tempting to rail against injustices, yet I
have learned over the years that pushing against something causes that
something to burrow in. Have you ever tried to push a cat that is firmly
attached, claws sunk into the carpeting? It’s like that.
A friend sent me the link to the movie THE SHIFT. It
is in process, not completed, and is advertised on Indiegogo, a site similar to Kickstarter where people pledge to
help a project reach completion. I’m not promoting or soliciting, just giving
the facts. But to think that we are living in an exciting age, where “No dream is too big, no challenge cannot
be overcome.” This is not only an outrageous claim but a terribly exciting
The movement has already begun so state the
interviewees in the movie…
If you want to take a look at the movie trailer go
to http://tiny url.com/k7mcmzt
And remember, we are the ones to make a brighter
P.S. Memories re-visited
On the home front I
am having such fun with my two hens. Daily I let them out of their cage and free in the back yard. Since they have not escaped and run amuck in the neighborhood, getting me into trouble, I feel I can trust them. They go into their nest during
the day, lay their beautiful, wonderful, light green eggs, come running to me
when I go out the back door—guess I’m momma—and put themselves to bed at night.
As a kid I grumbled
about caring for the chickens, but then you know how kids can be, whatever they
“have” to do they resist. Besides they weren’t pets and a bunch of chickens can
be work. But now, with two chickens it feels reminiscent of times I turned my
horses loose, and how much fun it was to watch them frolic around the house,
run up the drive, leap off the retaining wall, and then to my chagrin, roll in the Oregon
If you are interested in reading of our experience with
the Coqui frogs of Hawaii check out my experimental site, “The Frog’s Song.” (If you checked it before it might have been
somewhat screwed up.) http://i-m.mx/thefrogsong/thefrogssong