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Monday, August 25, 2025

What if We Had a War and Nobody Came?*


                                               It takes two cats to hold down an active computer.

 

"Sticks and stones may break our bones, but words can heal us."

—Sobya Tunsleu

A change from what we heard as a child isn't it?

 

"We use ‘softeners' in our language," Tony Robbins said at a seminar.  We use euphemisms. For example, we write "the F-word" because we don't want to say it or write it.

Presently, in essays, commentaries, and media talks, we have used the word 'Pedophile' so much that it has lost its power. If we described what a pedophile did to young girls and boys, we would be shocked and perhaps up in arms.

No one dares write that, for they would be censored, or labeled as containing adult language, or they would fear reprisal in many ways.

I have noticed a curious phenomenon.

When I was into my political rantings, I got more readers.

Anger has power.

What about healing words?

What are they?

For while I felt that talking happy talk was frivolous when so much unhappiness and control existed in the world. I thought I was giving the message that I didn't care. I feared I would be ignoring the situation.

I do care.

In the '60s we were confronted with this message:

"What if We Had a War and Nobody Came?"

Could that principle be applied to the hype we are experiencing now—hype which makes us afraid, causes worry, and keeps us off kilter? You know, creating fearful people makes it easier to control them.

Don't go there.

We seem more complacent now than in times past. Have we lost spirit? Do we feel we have no power? Do we feel railroaded, and thus, we have shut down?

Somebody said long ago, "Without vision the people perish." (Proverbs 29:18) It's hard to have fun with the heavy blanket of fear draped over us like a shroud.

Isn't that their intent?

And we are falling for it.

 

What if many of those attention-grabbing sites weren't visited? (Is that what I am doing? No. I’m offering thoughts you can take them or leave them. And my frogs sing of good times, not bad.)  Be aware. Businesses must advertise or nobody knows they exist. It's tricky. However, if we really pay attention, we can tell the difference. What if we are more selective? What if we sought out simpatico individuals who uplift us? What if we found people who encouraged us to be better versions of ourselves?

We might begin thinking our own thoughts, instead of those of influencers.  Maybe we would connect to a higher power. Possibly, we could lay aside some of our less attractive tendencies.

It is human nature to enjoy "Talking Trouble."

It takes a stalwart soul to stay out of that trap.

We are stalwart souls!

We are the ones to make a better day.

So, if words can shock us, Sobya Tunsleu is correct when she says that words can heal us.

Let's go that'a way.

Love,

 Jo


P.S.Yea!, Amazon published my paperback book. I didn't think it would pass their test. 

Where The Frogs Sing Cafe'  Available on Kindle unlimited for FREE.

For those who do not have Kindle Unlimited, I will send a Pdf version of Where The Frogs Sing Cafe' it you request it. Oh, and it only costs 99 cents on Amazon. 

Yes, sent a Pdf version to my email address.

 

Friday, August 22, 2025

I luv You

 

 

 Obi and Laffee

 

I've been working on a sequel to this site, titled Wish on White Horses 2.

 Why?

 To give myself a break. To preserve my sanity. To provide some happy talk Not that I can’t do that here, but that site has capabilities this one doesn't have, plus once I lost this site, so it’s always good to have a back-up plan.

 Time to let some joy into our lives.

 You are aware of Rosie O'Donnell's vocal opposition to our current administration. She was so angry she left the United States and moved to Ireland. Yet the other day on Substack, she wrote that she allowed herself to feel joy.

 Someone had slipped a note into her carry-out bag that said, "Your child is beautiful. You're doing great."

 She said she almost collapsed on the sidewalk.

 "That tiny act of kindness hit me like a goddamn freight train," she wrote.

And for once, she didn't push it away, saying, "Oh, she was just being polite."

She didn't make a joke. She let herself receive.

 I wonder, if our message from this crisis is to be like the Who's in Dr. Seuss' book and movie, How the Grinch Stole Christmas.

 The Who sang when they had no Christmas at all.

 I'm not saying to ignore what is happening in our country. I’m not saying not to work on preserving our freedoms; I'm saying allow some joy into your heart during the process.

 I've been working like a fiend on the little book I mentioned in the previous blog, "Where the Frogs Sing Café." Amazon will enter it into a contest if I create a paperback version, along with my Kindle version. While creating a Kindle book is easy, the specifications for a paperback can drive you up the wall.

 I got it complete. I'm in review. However, I'm unsure if I will meet the cut-off date on time.

You will find a short excerpt from Where The Frogs Sing Café in the previous blog.

 In case you missed it, here is my description:

 If you happen to stumble upon a half-hidden sign alongside the highway, "Voted the Best Café by My Mother," slow down. About 50 feet ahead will be another sign: "Where The Frogs Sing Café." Follow the arrow beside it onto a lava-encrusted road through cane grass until you come to a thatched-roofed shack on a sandy strip leading to the ocean. There, you will find the best hamburgers in the world, and during your time there, enchantment will envelop you like a soft spring rain.

 Three college girls took such a trip.

 Where the Frogs Sing Café is less than 10,000 words. I love novels, and I usually have one running at all times, but reading them takes time, and time is a precious commodity. So, I am offering a quick read. I want to get to the questions and answers quickly. I know that people have asked these questions for eons, and will continue to do so for eons to come; however, they are fun to ask, and the answers are as different as the person asking them. "What's my purpose? Why am I here? Where do we go from here? What sort of spirituality rings true for me?"

 I reach out tentatively and touch the questions, throw a few crumbs their way, drop a little magic, and do a little happy dance out the door.



 For a Free PDf copy of this book, please go to https://www.wishonwhitehorses2.com/