“Deep in the Amazon jungle, the intrepid explorers hacked their way through thick vegetation, endured sweltering and debilitating heat while trudging along writhing, parasite-infested trails, …all in search of the elusive Panacea.” That darn Panacea. Hard thing to find, for sure. First of all, where do you look? I mean, if no one has ever
I mentioned previously that I’m actually not a practitioner of astrology, but that I appreciate those who can really nail the energetic confluences happening to us and around us while it’s occurring. In case you’ve been in a coma for the last six months and had no idea that we have been besieged by the
Facebook is a wonderous thing. You can share and care, and laugh at stupid videos, and read someone’s off-the-wall ranting on something or other and immediately un-friend them (haha—showed you). And then other times the posts can be educational or inspirational, and I might pass them along to my friends who share my taste in
I’ve been a fan of R. Buckminster Fuller since my bachelors degree (long, long ago). Such a great man—such a great mind. In 1968, Fuller wrote one of the first inspiring booklets on ecological awareness called: Operating Manual for Spaceship Earth. There is a free PDF of the book to read if you look online.
Describing these wild energies engulfing us lately, including cosmic, terrestrial, and all this world-wide human-insanity; keeps me shaking my head looking for just the right words, until I find myself simply muttering under my breath, “….Strange stuff.” Yes, that IS what these overall energies feel like to me: Intensely annoying, teeth-grating, strange stuff, for certain.
Good thing I’m not in charge of the world. I’d have a really hard time assessing the changes to be made. It would be very hard NOT to judge all others by my own standards of concern and conduct. I mean, if that person over there didn’t match my mirror-reflection, how could I ever trust
The world is a very strange place right now, and perhaps it always was. Perhaps we just weren’t as aware of the ambiguities and the twisted allegiances, or the behind-the-scenes machinations that determined the stage-play that most of us willingly sat through prior. We now yell, “Who’s directing this show?!!” as we squirm uncomfortably in
This probably isn’t the story you think I’m going to tell, because that phrase is used in other contexts; and yet it is a story worth telling—a story that might provide others with a greater feeling of hope for improving their lives in some way. When even the people who have known me for years
Soon, rips of “I’m a Yankee Doodle Dandy” and the John Philip Sousa march of “Stars and Stripes Forever” will blare out from loudspeakers everywhere, as children run wildly amuck searching ongoing parade routes for tossed candy. Grabbing, unwrapping and eagerly shoving the treats into open mouths with practiced precision—that same candy that they would
I don’t think this statement was originally intended to frame what I’m going to say about it, but it does apply to a very important aspect of how we, as adults, perceive and react to the world around us. Corinthians 13:11New King James Version (NKJV) “ When I was a child, I spoke as a child,