When I want to talk but I don’t want to talk to my husband, because he’s too close, and I don’t want to post it out of Facebook, because that’s too distant, I come here. Mostly here it’s talking out-loud to myself but I also think that it ends up being a bar-side wine-chat with just the right friend, that at any given time the words are there for the sweet heart who needs them. It has happened to me so very often that I feel able to hold out this hope. Continue reading “My Fire”
I love that song.
I’m reading The Death of Innocence, a book about Emmitt Till, and I’m also thinking about the reaction to animal abuse videos- how many people, nice people, react in aggressive horror, say they “just can’t take it,” have to “protect themselves.” Continue reading “History Repeating”
I had a little thing recently on FaceBook. I re-posted an article about McDonald’s french fries in the Central Florida Vegan group page. From a friend’s post, I learned that the fries have dairy (whey) in them. Continue reading “Apropos of that Last Blog”
a sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence or experience.
Yesterday I took a ten hour drive from Melbourne, Florida, where I live to Raleigh, North Carolina, where I lived for twenty-odd years before I moved off for love. Plenty of time for ponders in between decent music stations and singing jags. Continue reading “Damn Epiphany”
Today I let myself be led on another wild goose chase. Hmmm. Interesting choice of words – I would NEVER chase a goose, wild or otherwise. What are the origins of this saying? I’ll Google that later but for now I digress. Today I went to see another doctor. Continue reading “Point in the Pointless”
This morning was progressing typically as I enjoyed my organic, fairly-traded coffee, cashew creamer and inulin while scrolling and clicking my way through my Facebook feed. I came across a picture comparing Beavis and Butt-Head to Donald Trump’s two sons. Hysterical! Continue reading “What Frank Said”
“Animal rescue.” These are the words I’ve written in my pretty notebook, which I grabbed in my excitement to capture what has happened. Hmmm. They don’t seem to quite cover it. “Animal rescue” doesn’t quire embody the purpose for my life. Oh, did I mention that I’ve just discovered the purpose for my life? Continue reading “Mother, Mother Ocean”