Archive for September, 2006

Quote For The Day

September 28, 2006

“A mature person is one who does not think only in absolutes, who is able to be objective even when deeply stirred emotionally, who has learned that there is both good and bad in all people and in all things, and who walks humbly and deals charitably with the circumstances of life, knowing that in this world no one is all knowing and therefore all of us need both love and charity.”

-Eleanor Roosevelt, diplomat and writer (1884-1962)


It’s Magic!

September 27, 2006

Quote For The Day

September 27, 2006

“Kindness is more important than wisdom, and the recognition of this is the beginning of wisdom.”

-Theodore Rubin, psychiatrist and writer (1923- )


September 27, 2006

frog fresh greens

No salad for me thanks!

The Gratitude Pool (post 1)

September 27, 2006

Jump right in!

Be a pebble in the Gratitude Pool.

The positive energy will ripple out to touch someone, somewhere in the world.

Ya never know where, how or when.

It just does.

I’ll get the ball rolling (or pebble as it were);

Today I’m grateful I only had to do the welcome to this site 8 times over.

Yeah, coulda been worse. My computer could have frozen altogether (God forbid!) Being a newbie feels like pushing a boulder uphill on a rainy day-all slippy and slidy. It also feels great to learn and achieve after falling on my cyberface like the biggest klutz in the Universe.

(Thank the Inter-Spirit that there’s a “net.”)

And I only yelled at the dog once so far and snapped the head off my partner twice. (It’s not only dogs who can get growly.) Good thing Bailley is a golden retriever…long-suffering…still-loving-you-anyway-no-matter-how-big-a-putz-you- make-of-yourself kind of pooch.

OK. See, there’s another gratitude!

The day is getting better already.

Now, to pick up poop before the “mow, blow and go” show arrives!

That and tackle the bills…

Day In Haiku

September 27, 2006

Working on the blog

Hours mount in double time

Enjoyably so!

Smokin Dessert

September 26, 2006

Smokin Dessert

Life’s A Banquet…and so am I

September 26, 2006

by Florence-excerpted from “Prize Roses”

If it is true that I am what I eat,
Then I am a banquet of many fine treats
The sweetness of chocolate, cinnamon spice
Passion fruit, rainbows of tropical ice
Food of all nations where I love to travel
Tasty sensations whose mysteries unravel
Fromage redolent of apples, paté foi gras
Golden raisin couscous from a Turkish bazaar
Mangos, plums, peaches picked straight off world trees
Delectable fishes from Hawaiian seas
Thai food, Italian, high teas, shepherd’s pie
Remembering where I enjoyed them makes my heart sigh
A pot roast, pastrami, a wurst, a knish
A riot of garlic in each hearty dish
Sauces piccata, madeleine and béarnaise
On medallions of chicken, veal, beef so amaze
To perk up and comfort; creating sheer smiles
Do not underestimate food’s winning wiles
Mousse chocolåt or a creamy bruleé
Could just set the stage for a romantic day
Or evening where truffles pile up like boulders
And ripe, ruby raspberries are nibbled off shoulders
A great pizza burger with chocolate egg cream
Makes lunch with my friends a most treasured, fun scene
I’m all that I’ve eaten, the bitter, the sweet
Each lesson I’ve learned is a perfect pomme frite
The fizz and the fizzle; the courage to sample
The known and unusual in portions quit ample
With a wealth of diversity still waiting to taste
There isn’t a moment or morsel to waste
For food I’ve consumed from a bountiful earth
Gives way to gratitude and immeasurable worth
Of lush life represented; emotions full state
One may find these riches paralleled on your plate!

Day In Haiku

September 26, 2006

by florence

5 a.m. stars bright

in a clear, dark autumn sky

what happened to sleep?

Get In On The Ground Floor

September 25, 2006

house collapse

Money Angel

September 20, 2006

The Money Angel is blessing you!


You are worthy of wealth.

Pass it on if you wish; to bless whomever you like.
And see it blessing you and all with multiplying power; doing good wherever it goes.

money in hand

We live in an abundant, benevolent Universe. There is enough for everyone.
So here’s some of yours. Put it in the bank account of your consciousness.
In Light & Love & Abundance of All Highest Good,

Still Fugitive After All These Years

September 20, 2006

by Florence

After reading Paul Rogat Loeb’s thought provoking article, “Fugitive Girl Act,”-posted below (, my thought on abortion rights is still what it’s been for a long time: impatiently pissed.
Can’t the men in political office just keep their hands off women’s bodies for one blasted moment and do their freekin jobs already? The description of which, in my opinion; off the cuff-would be to listen to and serve we-the-people, enact laws the majority wants-like oh, for starters-better education (oops… that might make for more intelligent voters-hmm), put our tax dollars to work for senior citizens (you remember those folks that fed you when you were a little human third base), aid the disabled (wheelchair accessible still needs a lot more accomplishing) and those in need (like victims and families of 9/11 and Katrina), create better medical systems for our citizens to maintain and get healthy, weed out the criminals in their own midst, and, ooh-ooh… freekin listen when our own intelligence tells the idiot at the helm and his crew of pirates that terrorists are planning to bomb the shit out of us!
OK. I know. I used the word, ‘freekin,’ twice in the same paragraph but hey, I’m at wits end with this beat-the-crap-out-of-women and keep-em-barefoot- and-pregnant shit. It’s so waaaaay old, it’s got dune dust on it from the original sands of time.
And it’s dragged up every time Dubya or some other right-wing-my-way-or- the-highway Christian thinks their penis is the biggest on the planet. You know the guys who aren’t too different from the Muslim-kill-everyone-who- doesn’t-believe-what-I believe zealots who would shoot you as soon as pray.
Yeah, the wackadoos who give religion a bum rap.
Don’t get me wrong. It’s not all men. My guy is an awake, aware human who thinks with his heart balanced with his brains; not his ego outstripping his johnson. And it’s not all Christians nor all Muslims-it’s not even the religions. It’s the testosterone gala of this planet. Little schmekelas; legends in their own minds, grasping for control because they feel so out of that commodity themselves.
If politicians were content, trustworthy and honorable themselves, they might not need to smokescreen and buddy up with the nearest crotch cretin. Then maybe- just maybe- they’d finally leave Roe vs Wade alone and get their hands off trying to legislate what they can’t give up themselves-in or outside their own marriages—-sex!
I say go make a federal case out of guys looking to diddle little boys and those ‘poor lonely hearts’ who want a girl: s/w/f/slim/trim/into sports or the arts/4 to 12 year old preferably. Leave the rape and incest victims alone to choose not to carry a baby within a baby while they’re in grade freekin school. Make it a crime with real punishment for people like, oh…say… priests, to skip across state lines to escape the abortion they leave behind every time they get ‘caught in the confessional’ and Mother Church sends them, all expenses paid, to Aunt St. Mary’s in East Jepip or Sister Katharine, Cecilia, Augusta, Dimwitta’s Retreat in North Hutzaplutz for a bit of ‘R and R.’ Go after these hopscotchers and hold their parent responsible-the Catholic church! We could replenish the national coffers with those penalties. Imagine it…a country without national deficit.
Gosh! You guys in Washington have so much good work to do!
Yes, the face of the American family may be changing. What isn’t? Yet we can still parent and decide what’s best for ourselves and our children individually.
I don’t hear many of us baaing in the streets, poor in need of shepherding because we’ve lost our way.
Look first in thine own mirror Congress and, while you’re at it, get some compassion on that journey of searching up your ass for your brains.

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