The Hodgepodger

Day 2 of 55

noreply@blogger.com (My Shoes) — Thu, 30 Jul 2015 20:08:00 +0000

my birthday was yesterday and believe it or not I was thinking I was a year younger. crazy, I know. I actually had to get out the calculator and subtract my birth year from calendar year. I looked at and said...that could not be right. I did it again and this time I was sure I did not miss any numbers. the calculator did not lie. I was that age. thank goodness I do not feel it. the belief that you are as young as you feel is very true. that will be my motto and I am sticking to it.

Reflections on Hate

noreply@blogger.com (My Shoes) — Sun, 26 Jul 2015 04:39:00 +0000

The last month or so has been a swirling bag of emotions around the tragic murders of the Emanuel 9 #emanuel9 because of the hate that caused it to happen. The night it happened I followed the news closely on twitter. I just could not believe it. Why?

Why would someone do that…go into a church and kill people during bible study? There was only one answer…hate. Being African American you grow up with it. Hate. It tends to be more subtle these days but you can instantly tell it when you walk into a room or you meet someone. While I was not raised to hate, I was raised to be careful. Raised to know what hate looks like. As a black person you have to know this…to not be in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong people. You could end up dead. Unfortunately, I have had to be sure that my own child knows what hate looks like because it is REAL. Most of her friends are Caucasian and I have told her she needs to be aware of where she is and what kind of places she goes to with friends. The local redneck dive bar is not the place for her to go to.

The nine lost that night were at bible study. They did not feel the need to be careful. They were at church. Why would they need to worry about anything in church? I was crushed. I felt like I was kicked in the stomach. When I learned that someone I had known since high school was one of the victims it mad me numb inside. It was all so senseless.

When I went to the City Prayer Vigil at the TD Arena, Rabbi Stephanie Alexander said the hate that killed the four girls in Alabama in church is the same hate that killed the nine at Mother Emanuel, fifty two years later. She is right. That hate is old. It is taught. Today it is still real.

Look at what is happening now in the city of Charleston. The KKK is papering neighborhoods with messages of hate. Black churches on James Island are being shot up. It has just been luck that no one else has been killed. Hate groups are trying to instill fear and create chaos.

I am glad that Charleston came together. We were not torn apart in hate but brought together in peace and love. I was one of the fifteen thousand up on the Ravenel Bridge for the Unity Chain. There was no way I was going to miss that. I wanted to be part of the good that occurred after such a tragedy.

I attended the funeral of Cynthia Hurd. I have know her since high school. After almost not making it into the church after a two hour wait I was just at the point were the line was stopped and people were told to go to 2nd Presbyterian Church as a viewing center. I made it in...one of the last 25 allowed in. We were ushered to a side door where we entered the church and were seated in front of two big screen TV's where we could watch the service upstairs. After watching the screen for awhile, I began to look around and thing back on where the nine were killed. The news report said in the downstairs basement area. We were in that area. Then it dawned on me. I was sitting in the location were the tragedy happened. Where they have bible study.

In front of me was a table with a white cloth on it and lots of flowers. There were also nine large standing sprays with a picture of each of the nine lost. It all came together. I really was sitting in the area where they were killed. My heart got really heavy with that realization. I had read in the paper where the team from MUSC had come in to properly clean the church. The energy in the room changed for me and I said a little prayer.

I said a prayer then for those lost and their families and for the wonderful city of Charleston. All the good things that have occurred since the tragedy have given me hope. Hope that one day people of color will not have hate to deal with.

Good has and will come out of this tragedy. Hate has been beaten back for now. We just have to be sure that we don’t lose sight of the grace that God have given all of us. With unity and love we can all come together and give hate a backseat, but it will require constant vigilance. I still have hope for the future and of future generations.

Note To Self

noreply@blogger.com (My Shoes) — Sun, 26 Jul 2015 04:00:00 +0000

They ARE Already Here

noreply@blogger.com (My Shoes) — Sun, 26 Jul 2015 03:34:00 +0000

I never get tired of watching War of the Worlds with Tom Cruise. Why? I never get tired of it because the aliens are already here. In that movie everyone is just going about their daily lives, jobs and whatever and the aliens just finally reveal themselves. It is going to be just like that. We will all be rolling along and BOOM! The world as we know it will change. I just hope I am close enough to my family to be able to be with them. You may think I am crazy but I am not. There is an AREA 51 and the government does have alien bodies and encountered them long ago.

I was talking with a coworker who is into scifi like I am and she too believes aliens have been here for very long time. She thinks that the fact that there are lots of alien movies has really been a part of a government program to desensitize us to the "thought" of aliens...that they can be real. Via the power of Hollywood movies and TV series, we have all been exposed to the thought of aliens here on earth among us. Unfortunately it is not a good encounter. There is death and mass destruction. I do think that will occur as well.

This past week Stephen Hawking offer $100 million dollars to someone who can discover alien life. Why, I am not sure. They are already here, have been here for a long time. They just need to reveal. I personally do not want a reveal. It will not be good. Compared to alien life forms we are like ants. We are not advanced in the way they are....so we are at the bottom of the totem pole of life in this vast universe. With all that space out there, there is no way we can be the only humans out there or life out there for that matter.

Many years ago I came to this belief because I saw a ship. An alien ship and I think it saw me. Trust me when I say I never want to see that again. It was terrifying and still very unsettling today. We do not need to go looking for aliens. They are already here and some are even living among us.

Dolphins

noreply@blogger.com (My Shoes) — Mon, 25 May 2015 10:56:00 +0000

It is always a good day when you see dolphins!

Dolphins at the Waterfront Park from Matrixity on Vimeo.

Bruce Jenner and His Transformation

noreply@blogger.com (My Shoes) — Mon, 27 Apr 2015 07:18:00 +0000

Bruce Jenner! What can I say. I believe that he has been trapped in the wrong body for a long time but did it have to take multiple wives to find that out? I watched the tv interview on and off and he looks weird! A hot mess. to each his own.
The annoying thing is that I cannot figure out why he will now get a reality show about his transformation. REALLY? Is that even necessary? Chaz Bono and others who transformed did not get a show. Will anyone really watch it or will it be so strange that people cannot look away?
I do not think he needs anymore publicity or trends on social media. There are far more important things that the world needs to focus on with now. People are suffering and dying in the world and they are not getting the press that they need. A sex change on a washed up celebrity athlete is more news! Sad!
Nepal just had an earthquake, human trafficking seems to be at an all time high and #blacklivesmatter doesn't really matter. There are bigger fish to fry and far more important issues than a sex change. The world is a messed up place and this just proves it.

3 Cuppa Day

noreply@blogger.com (My Shoes) — Sun, 12 Apr 2015 18:51:00 +0000

So far is has been a three cuppa day. I went to the beach this morning before dawn and even though I was wrapped up I still got a chill. Even now I have that same chill and I left and got home about 9AM. Its 2:30 pm now. I arrived there around 7ish this morning and it was cold. Cold and the wind was blowing. I wore a dress. My legs were fine. It was my upper body that eventually got the chill. I did also walk in the water. I took off my shoes and braved a cold tidal pool to collect a starfish.

A few weeks ago it was on the news that starfish had been blown in our direction by the wind. Since then, they have been found on our beaches. The first week there were starfish by the thousands. The ebb of them have subsided. I went hoping that I would find one but did not think I would. It was kind of crazy because there was a family walking ahead of me on the edge of the tidal pool and all of a sudden the father bent down and just plucked a starfish from the ground! Really? I had been walking the other side of the beach for an hour before that happened. Well, then I decided I had better look for one. There was not one at all on the side were all walking on.

I then decided to look across the tidal pool and see if I could see any there. No one was on that side walking. About 5 minutes later I saw one! Excitement! The immediate problem was how to get it. For me to get around to the other side of the pool I would have to walk quite a ways and come back to it. I looked behind me and another beach comber was approaching me where I was. I looked down at my shoes. I did not have on the right pair. Coming to the beach this morning was a whim. I had not planned it. I had on my black, suede clogs. Those are not beach shoes.

The lady behind me was coming with her plastic bag full of things she had already found. It was decision time. Off came the shoes and I waded about 6 feet through icy cold water to get the starfish on the bottom of the tide pool. Score! I waded back and of course my feet were wet and sandy. Well...no choice. I put the shoes back on.

I debated whether to put the starfish back but, in the end I decided to keep it. I did walk the beach for another hour and then headed home. I've been drinking hot cuppas and been wrapped up in a blanket ever since. Three cups of earl grey. I think I will go put on a sweater in a bit. I might just have to heat up the German mulled wine that you drink warm. I got two bottles of that for Christmas. Today will be the day to break the seal.

Out to run a few errands then back. Movies, mulled wine and a blanket. That will be the rest of my day.

The Nile Monitor is Invading Florida

noreply@blogger.com (My Shoes) — Sun, 12 Apr 2015 18:10:00 +0000

I was reading the news this weekend and came across this article about the monitor lizards that are invading Florida. Sad! I had an exotic pet that I bought from the pet store because it was mislabeled. You know..that albino frog! I knew that I could not get rid of it or turn it loose anywhere. I kept that frog until it died.

It really bugs me that people just turn these exotic pets loose. They are not thinking at all of the impact to the environment. Look at the pythons! They have taken over Florida and are eating everything in site. The fact that the monitor is here is scary. They have been known to attack humans. I will have to do research but are not they deadly to us. Venomous? Apparently they are not eating pets..cats in particular.

Hard to believe because cats are hard to catch. It will be time to move when you see these roaming freely in your back yard or in the woods.

in the Sky...

noreply@blogger.com (My Shoes) — Sun, 12 Apr 2015 17:44:00 +0000

Officer Charged wth Murder in the Death of Walter Scott

noreply@blogger.com (My Shoes) — Wed, 08 Apr 2015 01:36:00 +0000

Another sad day. It has come out by video, thank god!, that Walter Scott was gunned down by the officer who shot him. He was shot 8 times in the back as he ran away from the officer. IH watched the video and it looked like he was dead as soon or even before he hit the ground. There was no movement and even when the officer was yellow hands behind back there was no movement at all. The officer moved his hands behind his back and cuffed them. It looked like he was cuffing a dead man. So horrible and needless. And then it gets worse. The office goes back to the car and gets his taser and drops in next to the body of Walter Scott to add some credibility to the story that Walter Scott was trying to use his taser against him. Lies! All lies!

The officer has been charges with murder. It is clear that is was just a senseless murder of another innocent black man. Yes he was running but I am sure that Walter Scott already knew that he was going to be killed so he was trying to get away. I just thank God that someone was there and taping! Otherwise the lies the officer was telling would never have come out. He would have been a free man. Running does not justify 8 bullet in the back.

When will it end? When will the release of innocent black men also end after they have spent most of their lives in jail? New DNA results show innocent black en have just been locked up. How many innocent black men have died already? Been executed already? When will the injustice stop?

#BlackLivesMatter I just wonder when the rest of the world will begin to believe it too. #walterscott

American Horror Story: A Look

noreply@blogger.com (My Shoes) — Sat, 28 Mar 2015 12:07:00 +0000

I do not have cable tv. I got rid of it in 1995 when my daughter was two. We were never at home to watch it. There are many shows I would love to watch and even the BBC and Scifi channels...but...still I am never home to watch that much tv. Thus, when I do want to catch up on a show I normally go to the library, many seasons later and check then all out and have a marathon. Luckily the library is only 1 to 2 seasons behind on any show so I can keep up fairly well. I was just able to see American Horror Story: The Coven. It recently came in at the library.

I must say that this entire series is decidedly odd and at many times disturbing. Coven, I believe was the most disturbing, most gory so far. The story line was good but some parts were definitely unexpected. Kathy Bates, love her, was great. I will never forget her in Misery. Angela Bassett was excellent as well. Funny, hell was what each person dreaded the most.

I have always been a horror fan since I was a child. Horror has changed since I was a child. It has become much more graphic. It was more psychological when I was a child. Less gore but it messed with the mind more. I still have not gotten over The Exorcist. That was terrifying to my soul. Can't even watch it today. It and Pennywise the clown.....now I hate clowns and mimes! And sicfi could be just as horrifying and even it has become more graphic and gory. Who was not just horrified about what soylent green was?? The birds from The Omen, Rosemary's baby....and more. I always tell my daughter that she needs to see the originals. Not the remakes of those classic tales. The were the best and the creepiest. They don't have all the blood and gore of todays horror or scifi but they are just as good.

If I am not mistaken there are 2 more seasons of American Horror Story done that have not made it to the library on DVD. Well, all things in good time.

Go Alone

noreply@blogger.com (My Shoes) — Sat, 28 Mar 2015 02:35:00 +0000

This week the awful story of the Germanwings plane being crashed into the Alps was everywhere. As it turned out, the plane was deliberately crashed by the pilot, Andreas Lubitz. As it turned out he was declared unfit for duty and apparently was having mental health issues. If you are having all those troubles why take innocent people with you?

If you want to take your one life, go alone. Take it alone. Don't take others with you. Why take all those innocent people with you? It makes no sense. There was also some sort of illness that he was suffering with. It has not been made public what it was as of this post.

There was an 8 minute descent. I cannot imagine what that was like except for sheer terror. According to reports there was screaming passengers. How awful. The only good thing was that all died on impact. No suffering, no burning, no drowning or having to fend against sharks.

There is an awful lot of misery in the world. If you have miserable seek help. Don't harm innocent people and if you choose ot take your life, go alone. ALONE!

Dreaming of Alligators

noreply@blogger.com (My Shoes) — Sun, 22 Mar 2015 13:22:00 +0000

Dreams. What are they made of? Mine were made of gators last night. The odd thing is that I have had this dream before. Or rather a version of it. I did not remember it until I was back in the dream early this morning. It was a calm dream. A good dream. I was on a trip. On a cruise with a lot of other people and we were all going to a place way out in the middle of the ocean were gators lived. Once a year hundreds of thousands of alligators congregate way out in the middle of the ocean to mate and to fly! FLY! Yes. It was amazing. They would leap in the air and fly over and above the ocean and the boat. It was magical as this was the only place in the world where they could fly.

We were all dressed in our evening gowns and men in tuxedoes sipping champagne up on the upper decks viewing the flying. It was amazing. Then suddenly I was home and there were regular gators around all over that we had to forever be careful of. In the yards to take our pets, if we left our doors open they would come in the house. I remember having to fight one to stop him from getting to my cat. My cat MiHa who came back to me in this dream, who died back in 2000 after being my most beloved pet for 14 years. It was good to see her again and to see her happy and with me. I still miss her.

Sipping champagne in an evening gown on a cruise ship watching flying alligators. Visiting with my beloved kitty! That was a reoccurring dream worth having.

Sleep. Elusive.

noreply@blogger.com (My Shoes) — Sun, 22 Mar 2015 05:37:00 +0000

From time to time I cannot sleep. I feel tonight will be one of those nights. I feel wide awake and it is after midnight. What to do? Well besides watching True Blood and blogging, the only thing other thing would be to lay in bed and try to count sheep or read to fall asleep. I did take a long nap today after work and maybe that is the issue. I slept the afternoon away and now I am awake. I do feel much better after the nap but I do want to be able to seize the day tomorrow. Not tomorrow but later today.

Starbucks Race Together

noreply@blogger.com (My Shoes) — Wed, 18 Mar 2015 15:37:00 +0000

Starbucks Race Together? REALLY? I am not sure who came up with this idea, that our baristas should talk race relations to customers, but it is crazy. When I am in that long line with 20 other people trying to get coffee in the morning, when will there be time. Those baristas would have time for that. Nor do I have time to teach them about 40 years of slavery and oppression. I just want then to get my order right and call me by the right name. Remember my name!

I read on twitter that people were all up in arms about this. I can see why. If we want to improve race relations, corporate America and companies need to hire more people of color. I frequent about 4 local Starbucks in my town and there are no black people making coffee drinks. They lets look at our schools and education systems. Teachers in urban areas are not doing their jobs They are not teaching and African American kids come out of school not prepared for college or the world of work. I know. I am a teachers daughter and have seen it first hand It is a shame that the education levels are not the same.

Another thing is technology. Due to income differences, many black families in poor areas do not have access to the internet or computers and so much of education today involves the web and having access. Then lets look at the prison systems. They are filled with black men, many innocent. With our advances technology it seems that almost weekly there is a story where DNA is tested with todays technology and an innocent black man has been imprisoned for just about his entire life.

And there is plenty more. At work recently my coworkers were discussing their heritage and how to get into the Daughters of the American Revolution. Joking to all one coworker asked each of us to tell out links to this kind of stuck up organization. It was joke Some said they had links, others had no links and when they got to me, what could I say? I told her my people were slaves and we built this country, so any links DAR was claiming, I was claiming too. Well, I shut that down quick. We all went back to our cubes to work.

Can a Starbucks barista address race relations in the 8 to 10 minutes I am waiting for my coffee? I think not and I am sure that with some of the very realistic answers I could give, it might just be "hashtag awkward!"

HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!

noreply@blogger.com (My Shoes) — Tue, 17 Mar 2015 07:34:00 +0000

A BLESSING FOR YOU!

HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY TO ALL!!

A Year of Books

noreply@blogger.com (My Shoes) — Tue, 17 Mar 2015 07:15:00 +0000

Is there anyone out there participating in Mark Zuckerburg's reading challenge for 2015? He is reading 2 books a month and having a Q and A with the authors most times. It is called A Year of Books . I have either bought the ones I really wanted and the rest I have checked out from my local library. With work I have not been able to keep up. The books have selected so far have almost been like text books and very long. Not easy reads. Full of graphs and statistics.

The only easy read has been Gang Leader for a Day by Sudhir Venkatesh. It was interesting because that was a sociology book, which was my major in college. I am about 1/2 way through The End of Power. Now I am trying to clog through the current book, Creativity, Ink by Ed Catmull. It is a good book, interesting. I do like it because I was a Disney cast member for nine years. Little by little I will get through them.

I am determined to keep up with you, Mark Zuckerburg! I just need to read faster! It's a great challenge with some very challenging books.
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Rose Was NOT the Doctors' Girlfriend

noreply@blogger.com (My Shoes) — Sun, 15 Mar 2015 19:51:00 +0000

David, David, David! Rose Tyler was not the Doctors' girlfriend. She was far too whiny and mewling most of the time. I have been watching the doctor since I was a child....over 40 years now and for the life of me I have never been a fan of Rose. There was just something..something I have yet to put my finger on. Yes, I know she was pining away for the Doctor and got the replica in the end. I am so glad I was just a replica...and not the REAL doctor. Rose! So sick of her.

http://www.radiotimes.com/news/2015-03-15/david-tennant-on-doctor-who-rose-was-a-girlfriend-even-if-they-didnt-say-it: David Tennant on Doctor Who: "Rose was a girlfriend... even if they didn't say it"

There was never anything between them. Never, except for Rose pining. In the end he could not say those words she so wanted to hear via hologram.

The best companion was Martha Jones. She realized the doctor was not good for her and left on her own! Go Martha! She was the best by far! Loved her all the way around.

Whole Earth Didgeridoo

noreply@blogger.com (My Shoes) — Sat, 14 Mar 2015 22:01:00 +0000

I recently was given this CD, Whole Earth Didgeridoo. It is amazing! I have always been a fan of world music and I love this one. I have always loved the didgeridoo and the sound that it makes. This CD combines the instrument, vocals and other percussion instruments. Rhythmic and rustic, the music takes you to a place that is of the earth. Timeless and boundless. I am putting this CD on my top ten CD's of world music. Right up there with Baka Beyond!

Let the Past Go!

noreply@blogger.com (My Shoes) — Sat, 14 Mar 2015 21:48:00 +0000

When I was younger, I , like many others did not know myself. I worried a lot of what others thought about me. It almost consumed me not to be part of the "it" crowd. I did have friends, a small close group of fellow geeky friends who did everything together. Even though I had friends, I realized I was not part of the mainstream and the mainstream was what society wanted. They were what mattered. So, I was awkward and shy and very a misfit. That was in high school.

College was much different. The scoreboard was a little more equalizing and I fit in many more places. I was even a member of a fraternal organization. Outside I was much more gregarious and outspoken. Inside I was still shy and while it mattered less, I still worried what others thought of me. As I focused on the future and climbing the corporate ladder, I always looked forward.

When I was along I still thought back to some of the kids and people who made my life miserable and wondered if they ever thought of me or remembered how unpleasant they were to me.

Today I live in the present. That old stuff is fat behind me. I rarely think about it. It vaguely comes to mind when it is time to go to the high school reunions or get together with people from high school. They seem to remember nothing that happened. I can live with that. I love to live in each moment and savor it.

Whether it be reading a great book by an open window feeling a cool breeze, or enjoying a venti flat white at Starbucks, to sitting on the beach enjoying the ocean breezes, I am in the present moment. Live for the present because it is all we have right now. Enjoy it like it is your last moment because were are not promised our next one.

Namaste!

On My Nightstand

noreply@blogger.com (My Shoes) — Thu, 12 Mar 2015 03:01:00 +0000

What are you reading right now? I have several books lined up but I am currently reading Trigger Warning by Neil Gaiman. So far so good. Very interesting and disturbing stories. Some were a little dry. It is a good book. I am just about done and I would recommend it. It is a good read.

I did try to follow long with Mark Zuckerburg and his reading challenge for 2015 but I fell behind plus I started reading other books not on his list. I think I will eventually read the books on his list. I did finish one already....Gang Leader for a Day. It was good. I am 3/4 of the way through the End of Power.

Books. books, books! I love them. There is never enough time to read all I want to read.

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noreply@blogger.com (My Shoes) — Thu, 12 Mar 2015 02:48:00 +0000

Naked Man Shot By Police

I know this is 2015 but racism is alive and well everywhere. I read the article this morning about the officer killing the naked man in Georgia. Seems very typical but there should have been a better way. Why did the officer have to use his gun. The man was naked and crawling around on the ground. Why not use the Taser? That would have incapacitated the man but not kill him. Apparently he was a veteran suffering from mental illness. There has to be a better way.

It is open season on African Americans. It is shoot first and ask questions later. You would think that times have improved but they have not...or not that much. Racism is something taught. You do not come out of the womb a racist. Parents teach their children to hate. Thus, those of us who were not raised that way, we have to be careful. We have to teach our children to be aware that you may not be treated the right way when confronted by the police. Better yet, do whatever you have to do not to be confronted by the police. The outcome is not in our favor.

There is still a reason to march...one day we shall overcome. We shall overcome one day.

FORGET IT

noreply@blogger.com (My Shoes) — Thu, 12 Mar 2015 02:24:00 +0000

Everything that has happened along the way—forget it.

Forget about the first love that broke your heart.

And forget about the last break too.

Forget the time a friend you thought was best pushed a knife in your back.

Forget the words and the spite that resound in your head.

Forget the trauma that injured your flesh or your bones.

Forget the rejection you felt when someone failed to recognise your value.

Forget the tears that cleansed your soul.

Forget the mistakes that everyone makes.

Forget what you gave, without return.

Forget the mistrust, the resentment and the jealousy.

Forget about lies, betrayal and deceit.

Forget about the ones that got away—they were not meant.

Forget the time someone tripped you and caused a fall.

Forget the times you gambled but forgot you could lose.

Forget about whispers and gossips and stories—it is all an illusion, the truth only lives in one self.

Forget about rules and regulations—make new.

Forget about thinking—let the mind sit still.

Forget about time—let your heartbeat decide.

Forget about fear, it will paralyse—it is useless.

Forget about perfection, it is unobtainable—imperfection is true beauty.

And forget about forgetting—allow the release to happen. Naturally.

Then try as you can, to remember this…

Everything is already a part of you, the lessons have been learned, the memories etched and the effects have sunk in.

There is no need to hold on—it all already exists, so allow it. Let it just be. Without grasping.

Without pressing repeat.

It all had a purpose, once, long ago. Even if it was yesterday, or a minute ago—it has now passed. Past.

So just breathe…and breathe again. Deeply.
Right here, right now.

You are alive. You survived. In this very moment, this one… here…

You can choose. Choose to live.

Run. Fly. Wildly.

Begin again.

And begin to feel alive.

Feel.

Everything and nothing and all in between––feel it all. Flushing through your veins––let it in, let it sit and then let it go.

Slowly, but very surely, replace all of the forgotten with all of the new.

Add to it, mix to it, blend whoever you were, who you are now with who you are about to become.

Alchemy—turn it to gold. Turn you. It is easy. Try. All of you. Every part.

Stir the storms with the rainbows, the pleasure with the pain. Create.

Forget the old. Sprinkle in new.

Stardust. Magic. Wanderlust. Mystery. Moonlit skies. Forests. Deserts. Sparkle. Dance. Have faith. Go. Find. Don’t look far. It is there. It always was, always has been. Right there, right here. Right now.
Be free.

And each time you are overwhelmed, or hurt, or angry or in pain—go back to the top, read once more, unlearn, forget and begin again.

Wishing I Were Here!

noreply@blogger.com (My Shoes) — Sun, 01 Mar 2015 00:49:00 +0000

The wind is bitter and the sky is leaking cold, wet tears! I wish I were here.

Live Long and Prosper

noreply@blogger.com (My Shoes) — Sun, 01 Mar 2015 00:43:00 +0000

This past week the world lost a remarkable man with the passing of Leonard Nimoy. I grew up as a small child watching Star Trek and I must say Spock was one of my favorite characters. All those Vulcan rules that he followed and followed so well. Needless to say I became a Trekkie in elementary school and I remain one today and I am in my 50's. I have always been a scifi geek.

I had planned to watch the Wrath of Khan this weekend but time got away. I will in the next few weeks. Rest in Peace, Spock. You lived a long time. I wish you had lived longer! I want to say think you for all the inspiration and entertainment you provided to me all these years. You are an icon who will be missed. God Speed.

"I'm touched by the idea that when we do things that are useful and helpful - collecting these shards of spirituality - that we may be helping to bring about a healing."