Category: Observations

  • We are what we know . . .and cannot pretend. . .

    (sometimes I need to repeat a post simply because I cannot improve upon what I learned.  And I want to say to the parents of youngers,  listen to them and see from where your kinders come.  I want to plant what this younger said at 7 into those who sit in power and ask what…

  • we do what we can. . . . .

    Researching  a topic  in spite of all the good intentions, its  purpose is they say constructively, to criticize.  Make no mistake, criticism  in fancy dress still means  you are wrong.   They want to set you right. In this case, I realized that all my life I talked to animals and they to me.  Trouble only…

  • the immigrant. . . .

      Immigrant. . .  I watched as you worked a mind through endless turmoil, sifting and sorting truth and fantasy and arriving. . .  You opened eyes and unblinkingly stated, ‘you have always known, haven’t you? How did you do it?’ I knew I could not take even a moment of self revelation away,  answered,…

  • The Scales Are Just. . . .

      We are not  the product of one lifetime, but many lifetimes and many frameworks.  And we are a reference point to other frameworks. ***** The Ego which needs continual stroking becomes unwieldly and obscures divine passage. ***** ‘I am only human’ is an excuse that has been overworked. ***** To dismantle another’s world demands…

  • The Hard Work of Thought. . . .

    It seems going through my head are many things connecting to all things.   Nothing stands alone.  I am not sure  where to begin, if there is a beginning.  Perhaps that is what we have to learn, that there is no beginning and no end.  It can start anywhere for me and therefore anywhere for you. …

  • With Credence To Time Warps. . .

    With Credence To Time Warps. . . (I had a dream where there was an old woman muttering over a  young woman in a  body cast with only eyes and mouth showing.  I told the old woman to release her. I  don’t know why she was punished, perhaps for prostitution.  And a person throwing a…

  • We Are It, Sailors, We are It . . . . .

     Take to Heart This Earth Planet Classroom. . . . .  I have been in a few rooms when some beloveds have been preparing to transit this world.  Some have been hospital rooms where it has been calmer when attention is focused on what was happening and not being diverted from the one leaving our…

  • The Happy Camper Gleanings. . . .

    Man can strike the essence of what is wrong in the arena the heavens cannot reach. ***** Man must process an enormous amount of garbage in the place where integration of the human is of vital interest. *****  The sounds of mortal life cut deeply and quickly and with great pain to those who have…

  • Some Awards Do Not Hang On Walls. . . . .

    Often we think nothing has been accomplished in our lives, so I encourage journal keeping, if only a few sentences limited to what one learns in the day.  Many of us have enlisted our efforts in what cannot be seen.  The journals will show the awards that hang on the heart and not on the…

  • When I love you is coupled with a hug. . . .

    These are my progeny I am fortunate to see at least with photos.  I am impressed that there are several lady greats in our lives.  And I am also impressed with the knowledge of two close mister greats.  There are others  I am certain in my scattered large family that I do not know,  but…