Legs strode forward butt the rear with a mind of its own sashayed side to side
Spring creeps up the hill one tree at a time leafing a path to the top. From day to day we can't track Spring's progress clearly but a snapshot can.
On April 20, I noticed that WordPress had a new layout for comments.
We also lose that capability when somebody likes a post.
I like being able to check out the post of somebody who likes one of my posts or who comments. Sometimes they are first-time visitors or people who come by infrequently.
Yes, I do fall into the trap that if you like one of my posts, especially if you also comment, I will try to reciprocate and check out your post. Some of the blogs I visit are not necessarily ones that I want to follow, but I like them well enough to drop by and reciprocate.
WordPress, please us give back the additional info. Sometimes a cleaner look is not really an improvement if you have stripped away useful information. Do you prefer the old look or the cleaner new look?
Retreat: an act of moving back or withdrawing.
Sometimes we all need to retreat–maybe a strategic withdrawal for the sake of ourselves, our families or jobs, the institutions we support, the beliefs we hold sacred.
We're not giving up we're not giving in We're exploring fresh ways to advance our thoughts, energies, perspectives honing in on what is essential what is important and what is extraneous. When it all seems overwhelming it is time to withdraw and focus the light where it seems the darkest. What do the colors of your prism reveal?
Beautiful blossoms drop from the limbs like the blood of the betrayer drop by drop petal by petal littering the ground in puddles of pink Unlike the human limbs green leaves show where the petals have been Did Judas leave behind a pile of 30 silver coins?
Do you see the man removed from the cross who's life was given to save ours from loss? Do you see the bright sun whose light gives us shade without light just darkness in the place He was laid? Do you just see a shape cast on the wall a long ago story you no longer recall?
When the sun slants in through the window just so the stained glass puts on a colorful show decorating the walls with color and swirls some lines are straight and others are curls Some patterns crisp like geometric design Others soft images, both look quite fine A gift from the sun for those in the pews If the sermon is boring, you can come for the views.
Androgynous Gender blending Evolving
At the gym today, I saw a trim, older man climbing out of the jacuzzi. His pecs had started to sag and had begun to look like moobs.
Have you noticed that as we age and start to lose muscle tone and firmer skin, we begin to look more like each other? Our hair thins and grays, our shapes shift and soften, as our ability to do most things easily declines. (Who would have thought that getting up off the floor would count as exercise and leave you huffing?)
She starts plucking hair on her chin and if particularly hair suit may have her chin waxed. The hair on her legs becomes sparser than the hair on his head. Each holds out hoping that the other will get up first. You become nostalgic for the capabilities you still had a few years earlier.
Declining eyesight is a mixed blessing–you can not clearly see that your looks are withering, but hopefully not your mind or sense of humor. Cheaters become stronger and get to the point where they may no longer help.
You become much noisier–popping joints, snoring, having your phone set to a louder volume so you do not miss a text, phone call, or email, entertaining the world with the randomness of your thoughts as you vocally analyze things that pass through your head.
Bedtime arrives earlier with the passage of time. Seven goes from being the normal dinner time to being the normal bedtime.
Your definition of fun may change to how much effort it requires. Distance is measured by how far away the nearest bathroom (preferably with a tall boy toilet) is.
Clothing requirements change from does it look good to is it easy to get on and off?
What you may lose in height you may gain in weight.
There once was a girl in a car who did not get to drive very far while trying to turn she had to re-learn that stopped vehicles, her progress will bar.
Dedicated to the teenager that did not look ahead at the stopped vehicles ahead of her, when she was too preoccupied trying to make a left into a busy gas station to get something to eat. The good news is that nobody was hurt; the bad news is that three vehicles now need varying levels of repair.
Just found out the insurance company totaled the car because it would cost more to repair than the 5 year old car was worth.
The sun has drawn forth: the daffodils from their bulbs the leaves from their buds the groundhogs from their burrows the insects from their winter hideaways the bears from their caves the allergies from their dormancy and our limbs from their winter coverings. The right to bare arms, legs, and feet!
Is it really too absurd when all you want is to be heard and you know they're ignoring every word?
This is probably one of my pet peeves–saying something and then having some man repeat it multiple minutes later as if it were an original thought. I’m sure women and other marginalized groups would voice the same frustration.
Celebrated March 7, National Be Heard Day is an occasion for small businesses owners and aspiring owners to make their voices heard. The day celebrates small businesses and encourages them to stand up for themselves and their ideas and lay claim to their share of the market. So do you want your business ideas taken seriously? Are you the next Mark Zuckerberg or Oprah Winfrey, but maybe no one knows it yet? Does your business idea blow everything in the App Store out of the water? Use National Be Heard Day as your excuse to draft out that business plan, write that communications strategy, and set the groundwork to get your big ideas heard around the world.
Ironically, that is not what this day is about–so we still are not being heard. 😉
Awoke at a wake, I've made a mistake. This isn't the exit I wanted to take. Not at a party where my corpse is the star. That final exit was one exit too far
Please see Mary Grace Gibbs DuPree’s info on the icon, misidentified below.)
Reblogged from a Facebook page.
“I No Longer Pray For Peace”
By Ann Weems
On the edge of war, one foot already in,
I no longer pray for peace:
I pray for miracles.
I pray that stone hearts will turn
and evil intentions will turn
and all the soldiers already deployed
will be snatched out of harm’s way,
and the whole world will be
astounded onto its knees.
I pray that all the “God talk”
will take bones,
and stand up and shed
its cloak of faithlessness,
and walk again in its powerful truth.
I pray that the whole world might
sit down together and share
its bread and its wine.
Some say there is no hope,
but then I’ve always applauded the holy fools
who never seem to give up on
the scandalousness of our faith:
that we are loved by God……
that we can truly love one another.
I no longer pray for peace:
I pray for miracles.
– Poem by Ann Weems
Byzantine Orthodox Icon (1132) known as “Our Lady of Kyiv”
From the New York Times, “The Morning”, February 15, 2022: “People are frustrated and angry, and those feelings are fueling increases in violent crime, customer abuse of workers, student misbehavior in school and vehicle crashes.”
You have been abused You stand accused You've been commanded to be infused with vaccine you'd never choose. If payback is hell then what will your's tell about the days you were not treated so well? If vegence is mind saith the Lord are you now playing God?
According to a Google search, there are 56 Bible verses that deal with Revenge.
Two-lane US highway whizzes past your your sagging frame, laundry perennially drying from your front porch Although I never have time to stop no place to park anyway I always have to time to wonder what tales you could tell me as I whiz past you on my way to somewhere else.
On the morning of Super Bowl Sunday, we were having breakfast at Harry’s in La Jolla. Harry bills itself as “Simple but revered breakfast menu served all day & an old-school diner decor draw eclectic crowds.” That morning it certainly did.
We were seated in a booth near the end of the restaurant, where the single corridor widens a bit at the end of the counter. The restaurant has two entrances, the front along Girand Street and a back, off an alley, where the diner has a parking lot (which is rare for La Jolla).
A man dressed all in white, including a white lad’s cap, entered from the back. Think of Gene Wilder as Willy Wonka but in a lad’s cap rather than a top hat and you’ll get an idea of what he may have looked like.
He almost skipped along the aisleway, grinning broadly and throwing handfuls of white strips of paper from a brown paper bag. The strips looked like typing paper that had been sliced into one-inch strips of varying lengths by a paper cutter.
Most people smiled as he passed by until they realized that their breakfast plates, juice glasses, and coffee cups had been festooned by short strips of the white paper now covered with butter, bacon grease, syrup puddles, bits of scrambled or fried eggs, coffee and juice splatters, toast crumbs, jelly stains, or whatever else they had been eating.
Paper also hung from hair, jackets, hats, shirts, and laps.
The mad lad disappeared before anyone could halt him to ask “What in the h**k are you thinking?”
One of the waitresses dashed to the front door to see if he was going from store to store, but he had already disappeared.
Managers and waitstaff all rushed to the tables, apologizing for the inconvenience and offering to exchange the now tainted breakfast plates. The restaurant was closed for about 10 minutes, except for outdoor dining on the front patio, as the staff scooped up paper off the tops and seats of the booths, on the floor underneath, and down the single-aisle along the restaurant’s length.
One man, who may have been a member of the family that has owned Harry’s since it opened in 1960, said “I’ve been working here 22 years and I’ve never seen anything like this. At least it wasn’t glitter.”
“Or ticker tape,” I responded.
He grinned as he continued swiping up pieces of paper strips with his hand, “You got that right.”
Do you Hunger for this next full moon? Are you a Wolf who howls for this Candle light? Will you even be able to see it throught the Snow or Storm? Will you celebrate during the Chinese Lantern Festival? or perhaps during Little Purim? Maybe you celebrate Buddhist All-Saints Day? Whatever you call or however you celebrate it. hope it provides enough light to help you find your way home and leaves you moonstruck.
Gloom can not disguise a heart when you search the sky for love and find it.
Sometimes a softer glow reveals new insights
The peace of the still gray sky flows subtlely into the space softening the features of those awaiting a signal of God's grace We are creatures of the light it affects our mood but dark and bright But underneath the silver skies that is where the magic lies to witness things in a softer glow it changes perceptions of what we think we know.
Inspired by a visit to Mountain Light Retreat on a chill February Day
Chilly stillness each withdrawing into her own atmosphere Boundaries separated as the interior focus sharpens and the external recedes like the sun on the western horizon.