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....
Tag: Transformation
Judgments
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...
Making Sense from Senselessness
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...
Telling the Story….
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...
“Born on the 4th of July…”
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...
Belonging and Acceptance
The only thing I can figure is that I must do a lot of work in my sleep when I wake way too early with statements or slogans going through my mind, such as this title. Sometimes it is the endless looping of a song phrase sung in a vaguely recognizable voice that drives me...
On Wings of Transformation
During this Iowa spring-weather changeover, while driving to and from work lately, I’ve noticed that there are fewer eagles flying overhead and that the turkey buzzards have replaced them in their fly-zones. Not sure how that goes up in the skies—who decides to vacate when and who else instantly takes their place, but it seems...
From Cygnet to Swan
Who doesn’t remember the Ugly Duckling story? As I recall, there was a little feathered guy, misplaced at birth by his true mother, but quickly adopted by a loving mother duck. He grew up looking different than the other ducks in his flock for most of his young life. He eventually reached the growth stage...