Some say Home Is Where the Heart Is.  Those of us who’ve bailed out of home ownership for living in an RV say Home Is Where You Park It!  That means, of course, that wherever I am in this big land of ours, I’m home.  This SO agrees with me Read More…

The following is taken from my book, modestly and shyly showcased in my sidebar. . . 

 

We’ll hear these words at our funeral.  But I think, why wait until the old body gives out? Read More…

Hello.

Are you a sitting tree, here for me?  I see a spot where I can cop a squat — right in the crook of your several trunks, here is where I’ll think some thunks.

I mean, thoughts.

You stand quite proud and mighty strong, and you’ve stood here so very long, being right where you belong.

How much thought did it take, for you to finally make the decision to be here, instead of there?

Perhaps none.

And what about your branching; is this some kind of tree dancing, where one trunk chooses to be four?  Seems to me, these four do give you more ways to branch out; so much easier to extend in whatever direction you intend.

Do you decide how your branches will grow?  They go up, and around, then high, then low; and as they change, and furl around, do you make a happy sound, one that only trees can hear?

Your internal choreography — delightful to see!

You make me smile, so I’ll sit awhile, and I thank you for inviting me.

I’ll sit and wonder, I’ll be still and ponder how lovely when we get to sit upon a strong and steady  tree.

Yes, I’ll sit a spell, nestled in this four-trunk tree . . .

Then I’ll say Goodbye, California, thanks for the past six weeks!

What the word means:  resolutely fearless; dauntless; brave, courageous, bold.

What Intrepid Daydreamer is, in me:  insanely, blindly, absolutely, unwaveringly determined to NOT surrender my love for fantasy.  Refusal to give up my belief in magic.  Certain knowledge that all forms of life speak to us and have very, very valuable messages.  Inexorably convinced that my life is a fairy tale and I create the story; choose the characters; weave the substories with all the colors of every emotion; design the outcomes of events; and learn as I go, all the wisdom that I already know. Read More…

I AM SUNSET, AND I BRING YOU A MESSAGE.

The sun is setting on 2009.  I notice that very many of you take this time to review your year; you look back on your accomplishments, and on the difficulties you’ve overcome.  Some of you experienced heart-wrenching tragedies.  Some of you feel quite dissatisfied with the events of the year.  Many of you then begin to look forward to a new year, a clean slate, a starting-over point.  You may find your spirits lifted with new prospects of happiness.  Some say “it’s just another damned year to endure.”

Let me tell you what a sunset really is. Read More…

Time for a short follow-up to a recent post, only because the responses brought this thought into my head:  if I got it, and you got it, then it’s probably contagious, and all of us who’ve got it have the power, together,  to infect the entire world.

I’m convinced that we’re doing a great job of spreading the infection.  I’ve seen it show up in the most unlikely places, even in quite sterile environments that don’t support contagion.  I mean, have you ever walked down a street, made eye contact with a frowning person and smiled at him, and he smiled back?  Isn’t it amazing?  Have you noticed how, when a person smiles, lights come on in their eyes?  There must be a toggle switch somewhere that makes that happen.

Or maybe I’ve got it wrong.  Maybe the infection already exists in every person, and is lying dormant waiting to be activated by something.  Works for me!  I guess we shouldn’t go poking and prodding people to get the infection active, though.  We just let our infectious selves be.  We just let our light shine.  We just love, really and genuinely love, all creatures everywhere.  I think that’s how we spread what we’ve got.

Question is, what exactly is this infection?  What would you call it?