Friday, July 13, 2012

Wordzzle News


Hi All,


Now that the 50th week of wordzzling it, has drawn the story of the Paragon of Virtue to a close, I think I'm going to take a couple of weeks off from being the Lone Wordzzler (and the blog in general) and just contemplate my navel or take naps or just NOT be the Lone Wordzzler. Now that I'm a senior citizen, my inner child is having some kind of snit fit and doesn't want to play. So... I'm sure I will be back, but I just think I'll take a break for a bit.


See you eventually.


Another Break



Apparently I am taking a break. It's not so much planned as it is an inner child rebellion (so much for being legally old).  I just don't want to do anything right now. It's hot and I'm tired and my schedule is shifting because I started today trying the Meals-on-Wheels program. Not sure how I feel about it. I'll give it a couple of weeks and see what it feels like.



Anyway, I think I'm taking a break from Wordzzles too now that the Paragon of Virtue story is finished. My wordzzle break will probably only be for a week or so. I'll keep you posted. So, anyway, apologies to my friend for whom I promised a daily post. I will bet back to that and will email instead each day.


I do recommend if you have a few hours, to go check out the Penache Desai 4-part workshop. It's intense. Today is day 4 and they only keep the replays up for 48 hours. Worth listening to, though.




See you all soon. Not sure when soon is. I just seem to need a break... to the degree that something in me simply will not budge about taking it, will not listen to my pleas about breaking promises or much of anything. So.... That's it for now. Backs in a few days or a week or two.... 




PEACE

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Daily Reminder # 706


I had a quiet, but very lovely 65th birthday.  I'm going to keep it short this evening, just some scenes from my day and maybe a short paragraph gratitude. I still have my birthday movie to watch, even though technically, my birthday has come and gone. But it was a fine day. Dr. Jim sang to me as did my friend Rosalie. I received many lovely birthday wishes on Facebook. and some great emails.... even an e-song from YouTube from Gabrielle and some photos of geese. Best of all, I had two lovely video SKYPE sessions, one with each of my nieces.  Diana and John even wore party hats.  Sweet Emmet puppy was forced to wear one tooo. Hopefully tomorrow I can share a picture of that. Then I had some supper and a wonderful chat with my niece Cindy and her two kids, Annika and Trevor. It was lots of fun. I already thought Trevor was wonderful, but he got the brownie point award for saying I looked like I was in my 30s. Vanity never dies.   Anyway, it was a nice entry into my 65th year. I feel loved. That's about as good as it gets.







My SKYPE photos don't do the subjects justice, but isn't she beautiful?
This is Diana who lives in North Carolina.

I wish the focus was better. My niece Cindy and Trevor
and Annika. Ignore the small figure in the bottom corner.
Aren't they wonderful? 
Cindy and the clever boy who told his 65 year old great
aunt that she looks like she's in her 30s. Well done.


So much to be grateful for. Thank You for all of the following.  Angel and Tara Grace, my home, my wonderful nieces and their families. My nephew, even though I didn't get to talk to him today. My friends and all the wonderful people who sent me lovely notes. Pepperidge Farms, for my little cake which I had for breakfast and for supper dessert. A beautiful day with perfect temperatures. A visit from my friends to look forward to tomorrow. My computer, my camera, my TV, my web cam, sight and smell and taste and hearing and all the wonders of life. Food to eat, my telephone, my grabber, my walker/chair and my cane and that my legs still get me around with help.  My scratch-off lottery tickets even though I didn't even win enough to try again. Nothing. Nothing. But I had fun trying. I'm so grateful for all the wonders of life. Thank you for electricity and my Tibetan Salt lamps and my electric toothbrush and all the things electricity offers (fans and refrigerators and microwaves) among them. Thank you for my rock collection and the colors of the rainbow. Thank you for little boys who tell their great aunt that she looks like she's in her 30s and for beautiful nieces and a wonderful great niece and that both nieces have husbands/husband-ishes that make them happy. Thank you for Dr. Jim, who was kind enough to reschedule my session for today and even sang to me. Thank you for love and laughter and life and for everything.


WISHING YOU A GLORIOUS DAY

WRAPPED IN LOVE AND
HAPPY SURPRISES


Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Daily Reminder # 705


Had not really planned to take such a long break, but so it goes. I'm now officially 65. I'm legally old.  I know I'm going to be disappointed that choirs of angels do not descend from the heavens and crowds of friends and family marvel that I have made it this far, but there is one part of my fevered brain that looks for just such things to happen EVEN though I know that they won't and would think they were crazy if they did. So it goes. I asked my therapist to change my session this week, so I'd get at least one call for my birthday. My friends are coming on Wednesday to celebrate my birthday and their anniversary. I got myself a couple of scratch off lottery tickets. Maybe I'll win something. (I'll let you know.)  I have a good movie to watch too. The Artist. Really looking forward to seeing it.





Thank you to those who sent good vibes to Angel. She has come through her big adventure with great aplomb. She wasn't so keen on being put in the carrier, but apparently adjusted pretty quickly. The tumor was just fatty tissue. Numerous people have told me I could have left it, but I think she is acting better now that it's gone. I think it bothered her even if I could touch it without a reaction from her, I felt like she has not been herself lately and now she seems to be less dis-spirited. Of course it doesn't hurt that the weather has improved and that we aren't all melting.  Still, even though it was money I didn't have and maybe I could have let it go, I'm glad that I had the nasty little invader taken out of my girl. The vet will come in a week or so and remove her ugly sutures.  I'd appreciate your prayers for another kitty. A big old boy named Bear who I knew back in Callicoon. He is going through a bit of a rough time right now. 


See my baby's incision? She was very brave.

This is Bear about 6? years ago in Callicoon


I've been watching a Canadian TV series called Flashpoint.  Not the kind of show I normally watch, but I really like one of the actors, so I thought I'd see what it was like. It's filmed in Toronto - gorgeous city - where my nephew and his wife live. So far I have wept my way through a number of episodes.  I don't know if that means it's good or if I'm just a weep-a-thon right now.







Some things I'm grateful for today: (Items in red are pre-gratitude, an effort to joyfully embrace abundance and to make friends with the Creative Forces of the Universe.)


  • Angel and Tara Grace
  • making it to age 65
  • my home
  • water
  • coffee and Int'l Delight
  • my computer
  • the internet
  • email
  • computer games
  • my TV
  • the remote control
  • the mute button
  • my camera
  • the view from my front window
  • my back yard
  • cooler weather
  • fans (not THAT cool)
  • my mattress
  • granola bars
  • cheese
  • sesame chips
  • my chair/walker
  • my cane
  • that my legs still wobble me around with help
  • Netflix
  • the telephone
  • Google
  • YouTube
  • a safe, affordable way to hook up my dryer
  • a sun room on the back of the house
  • freshly painted living and bedroom walls
  • getting my furniture rearranged
  • thermal blinds for the front window
  • more flowers/landscaping for the back yard
  • $5,000/week for life from PCH or a million or any large amount of money
  • winning lottery numbers
  • a truckload of money (big bills)
  • zero balance on my credit cards
  • lower interest rates
  • company/companionship
  • Nintendo
  • one or more whistling vessel gatherings
  • a paid off mortgage
  • a new (Dutch) front door
  • a ceiling fan in the bedroom
  • more paying reiki clients
  • clean windows
  • a mattress for the guest bedroom
  • seeing the red list turn to black
  • reiki
  • angels
  • miracles
  • my nieces, my nephew and their families
  • that they are happy, healthy and successful
  • my friends
  • Dr. Jim
  • my neighbors
  • Sam-e
  • Omega-3
  • IP-6
  • Vitamin D-3
  • Dr. Bronner soaps
  • Dr. Ihhiru probiotic soaps
  • Nexxus shampoo
  • indoor plumbing
  • the completion of my Wordzzle book (50 weeks worth)
  • words
  • poetry
  • sight
  • taste
  • touch
  • hearing
  • smell
  • music
  • Pandora radio
  • my awesome Bose speakers
  • the joy of listening
  • the joy of singing
  • the human voice
  • the boom box by my bed
  • imagination
  • hope
  • ideas
  • inspiration
  • paper towels
  • electricity
  • my Tibetan salt lamps
  • my rock collection
  • beauty
  • the colors of the rainbow
  • cardinals, chipmunks, sparrows, and woodchucks
  • flowers
  • blue skies and breezes
  • matches
  • the smell of white sage
  • lavender
  • peppermint
  • allspice
  • my grabber
  • my microwave
  • my refrigerator
  • the President
  • the right to vote (fortunately my state isn't disenfranchising people)
  • tingshas
  • talcum powder
  • fans (did I mention them before?)
  • that Angel is recovering so well
  • the kind vet who came and got her and brought her home
  • enough to eat
  • the Sci-Fi Channel
  • PBS
  • all the things I'm forgetting
  • Social Security
  • Penach Desai's course that starts today (not too late to register)
  • love
  • laughter
  • another year
  • life

Happy Birthday to me and all my 
July 10th siblings and a
Very Merry Un-Birthday to everyone else!

Sunday, July 08, 2012

Henry Lustig on Economic Uncertainty




My friend Henry is always wise. Through the generosity of Henry's late wife Sara (who I miss even though I never actually met her), I have been privileged to share in email conversations with a group of awesomely genius type people, Henry among them.  I think Henry is spot-on here and with his permission, I am sharing his thoughts with you. We really do need to find some way to shatter the distorted looking glass through which we have been programmed for some time now to view the world.

Dear folks,

I need to make some comments about the constant refrain of "economic uncertainty" that emanates from corporations and the Republicans.  I don't know who devised this concept, probably Frank Luntz, but they are all talking through their collective fat asses.

There never has been "certainty" in American economics.  The economic landscape has been constantly shifting in every dimension: dynamics, regulations, economic conditions, laws and world conditions.  Capitalism is all about responding to uncertainty and adapting effectively to economic changes.  It is about taking risks and either failing or succeeding.  Economic certainty is a facet of Fascism, not Capitalism.  Capitalists are ideally rewarded for meeting current conditions with a product that will succeed despite "uncertainty."  There are no guarantees, nor should there be.  All of these folks who are wringing their hands and refusing to invest in jobs and production are full of shit.  Their intent is to hold off because (1) they are rolling in cash and are in no danger of failure and (2) the longer they hold out, the worse the economy is for everyone else and the more likely it is that Obama will not be re-elected.  The consequence of that is the "certainty" that whatever the major corporations want they will get.  That is the kind of certainty they seek.  Workers be damned.

I think the Democratic Party needs to take on this talking point fully and start undermining this absurdity.  The more certainty there is at the global corporate level, the less certainty there is for everyone else.  It is the task of government to provide more certainty for individual citizens and less certainty for corporations.  The more "certainty" there is for corporations, the less creativity, productivity and responsibility to the larger community is necessary on their part.

We have many chickenshit corporations.  They could easily spur economic development by hiring lots of people, paying them well and producing goods that these employees need and want.  They would have to temporarily rely on the cash bonanza they have been withholding, but it wouldn't take long for well-paid employees to start spending money.  All it takes is a little faith in Capitalism.


Please address this issue with everyone you communicate with.

Henry  

Friday, July 06, 2012

Weekly Wordzzle Challenge # 210





And the story of the Paragon of Virtue is winding down. It's installment FIFTY! And as it turns out, it is the final installment.  What will I do now?

Apologies for posting so very late.  Angel went to the vet today and had surgery - she's doing fine, though she's keeping an extremely low profile - and I completely forgot about wordzzles until just now.  As always, I wanted to share Mr. Linky and the words in case someone wishes to break my lonely vigil as the Lone Wordzzler. I'll post my exercises tomorrow, however.  I'm tired.


Saturday 4:45... I am having a hard time with today's words. Don't usually do this, but I'm going to post my mega awhile and then try to finish the other two off. I've added a video of Amazing Grace - Judy Collins version - which I hope you enjoy. 


Saturday: 6:45... Two down (interruptions and lack of ideas is making this go very slowly)... one to go, but I think I must feed the girls before I tackle the 10-word.  These words are killing me.


8:10 - Cats are fed. I am fed. And the story is done. The WHOLE story. Maybe not my best week of words, but the story is done. I am happy. I am sad too. I will miss Fred and the others, I think. 


Here are links to the previous episodes.  If you need/want to catch up, click here for the 1st installment, 2nd installment3rd installment4th installment5th installment6th installment7th installment.8th installment9th installment10th installment11th installment12th installment13th installment14th installment15th installment16th installment17th installment, 18th installment19th installment20th installment21st installment22nd installment23rd installment24th installment25th installment26th installment27th installment28th installment29th installment30th installment31st installment32nd installment33rd installment34th installment35th installment36th installment37th installment 38th installment39th installment40th installment41st installment42nd installment43rd Installment44th installment45th installment46th installment47th installment48th installment, 49th installment...


Words for this week's 10 word challenge:  the answer, vow, plot, pillar, fans, effective, walk the line, craft, oversight, civil   And for the mini: speech, local, crowd, rock fall, back-scratcher




My mega:

As he had gathered his thoughts to teach the gathered crowd of heroes the birth song for Bubble's child, the Paragon had wondered to himself what kind of singers dragons would be. The answer to his question turned out to be that they were quite amazing. Paraphenalia had an exquisite soprano voice and the other dragons showed a surprising (to those who, like Paragon, Fred Johnson, were unfamiliar with dragon craft) gift for harmony. Their musical learning curve was nothing short of astonishing, probably helped by the fact that they were able to hear the song in the Paragon's mind before he ever began teaching it to them. After a couple of rehearsals, the Paragon vowed happily. My friends, on earth  you would have fans and admirers lining up around the block to hear you sing. As they sang, the Paragon realized that singing as they were effectively united them all into a circle of focused love, connecting them to each other and to the baby as she entered into life. And so it was that Bubble's daughter Grace came gently and easily into the world  wrapped in love, music and the softest fiber in the universe woven of spider webs. Following the song, the wizard poked the Paragon gently in the ribs and chuckling said,  "Paragon, I believe I forgot to mention that one of your duties as Paragon is to give a greeting speech to the newborn at such occasions. You must welcome her formally." "An oversight on your part, you old rascal, or a plot to embarrass me?" the Paragon replied, blushing. Laughing out loud, the wizard responded, "Old rascal? Not a very civil way to address your teacher, young man, and although there may have been some plotting, it was not to embarrass, but to keep you at your best - speaking from your heart, which is quite eloquent. Go on now. Let your heart words welcome Grace into our midst."  "I still wish you had warned me," the Paragon muttered, kneeling beside the bed. Gazing at the mother and child, he thought Bubbles - impossible as it seemed - even more beautiful than before. The baby, for her part, was a reflection of her mother. "Baby Grace," he said softly, "you enter this life surrounded by love. Your pure heart has joined us at the birth of a new time for the world. An old darkness has passed away and your arrival reminds us that not only is the past behind us, but the future calls us forward. It is said that you have a destiny, but if I have learned nothing else in the Kingdom of Sunday it is that we all have a destiny and that is to strive to do our best, to give love and kindness to all - including ourselves. Amazing Grace," he continued, "You have already lived up to that name. After all, dragons and wizards, nobles and heroes sang your welcome song, but even if they had not, like every new life you are a miracle. You are joy and hope and possibility. We love you. We delight in you now as we shall delight in watching you become new with each passing day to come. Welcome. Thank you for being."  And so saying, he stood, blushing yet again and turned to flee, "I hope that was OK," he whispered to the wizard. "Heed your own words, Paragon and don't look to some back-scratcher to offer approval you already know you deserve.  Dragons.... " What followed was as strange and touching a ritual as the Paragon had ever seen. Standing in a circle around the bed in which Bubbles and her baby rested, the dragons extended their wings so that they created a kind of protective wall around them.and recited the following ancient oath: "Child of Bubbles, young baby Grace, we are honored to offer our lives to you. Pillars of love and protection may we be, we will walk the line for you, we will fly the sky for you,  we will guard you from snowfall or rock fall, from any foe, local or foreign who thinks to harm you. Our fire is yours to command, whether to light a candle, vanquish a foe or keep you warm. This oath we make with blood (at these words, each dragon pierced him or herself and let 10 drops of blood drip into a cauldron suspended by magic above the child) and fire (here each removed a scale, lit it with their breath and dropped it too into the cauldron)  we bind our lives to you today and for all time. The mix of fire and blood was then handed to Bubbles, who added a drop of  her own and her child's blood into the mix and proceeded to touch it to her daughter's 3rd eye, then her own and then that of each dragon in turn., saying as she did so, "On behalf of my daughter Grace and myself, with humble gratitude, I accept your love and loyalty. May we be worthy of such a gift." At this point the dragons burst into a spontaneous chorus of Amazing Grace. When they were done, the wizard set off a burst of wizard fire works and then announced. "I don't know about the rest of you," but I'm starving.  Has Confetti sent us a proper feast, Paragon?"



My mini:  

"Confetti has indeed sent a feast" the Paragon replied, reaching into his magic basket. Bubbles - are you well enough to eat with us? How shall we..."  The last question went unfinished since in the brief moment of getting the basket, the others had managed to completely transform the small toy shop yet again  - this time into a banquet hall of some elegance. "Well, done, wizard," the Paragon muttered. "Confetti has outdone himself, I think!  There is even a special bottle included for Grace, Bubbles, with a note addressed to you." "Another family tradition," Bubbles giggled happily. "Uncle Confetti has sent you something special, Grace dear," she burbled happily to her sleeping daughter. "Bring on the feast, Paragon." I can't believe I'm saying this, "but I'm incredibly hungry."  T        he Paragon, who had had an idea quietly pulled the Wizard aside and they whispered briefly. "I would have done it myself, but I feel Confetti is too precious a treasure to risk to my magic" "I'm sure you would  have done fine, Paragon, but I shall gladly assist. Wish I had thought of it myself. And quick as a flash, the master chef stood before them with a look of delight and surprise on his face. "You as much a hero in our story as any of the rest of us, Chef Confetti. Your food has lifted our spirits and strengthened our bodies and resolve over and over. And Grace's Uncle should be here to celebrate her birth." Tears in his eyes, Confetti, bowed to the Paragon. "You kindness is the greatest of your many gifts, Paragon. Thank you for your words and for allowing me to join this illustrious gathering."  It was as glorious a feast as anyone could imagine, particularly in a toy shop, following the close of a long, traumatic battle against evil and the birth of a baby. Confetti insisted on serving the meal, which consisted of many astonishing courses, beginning with Bubble's Burst Ginger Ale and I'm Speechless Deviled eggs, which could be eaten plain or topped with "back-scratcher blue cheese sauce."  "I'm thinking Confetti made that sauce especially for you, Paragon,"  the wizard said with a wink, "He must have," the Paragon laughed, dipping one of the eggs deeply into the sauce, "I can't get enough of it."  For the main course Confetti provided a succulent Stew with Rock Fall Dumplings and Dragon fire croutons. For desert, guests had a wide selection of options to choose from. Most of them had some of everything. As they sat together, stuffed, content and truly happy, Brave Heart rose to speak. "Friends - and how wonderful to know that I can say that and know it is true despite my unworthiness - first, I wish to thank you again for all that you have done, from saving my own poor soul to rescuing my mother, to saving the Kingdom, really. But I interrupt this gathering to tell you that sources have let me know that word of my mother's rescue and Grace's birth has reached the local people, who are now pouring out of their homes in anticipation of being there to witness these miracles for themselves and to express their love for both of these remarkable women. Crowds are gathering in the streets as we celebrate here. Perhaps it is time that we return this fine toy store to the custody of its generous and gracious owners and face the love and gratitude that all of you have earned with your courage and goodness."




And the 10-word:



They spent a few minutes restoring the shop to it's natural state. Then after many hugs, words of gratitude, and the presentation to Bubbles of so many toys for Grace that she could easily have entertained a dozen children well into their teens, the heroes reluctantly stepped out to face the adulation of Lady Purist's cheering fans. It was a true measure of how much things had changed since Psycho had become Braveheart, that although civil authorities were out in force, their oversight of the crowds was conducted with firm good cheer rather than brutality. To say the crowds were large hardly described it. There were people everywhere - behind every pillar, on every plot of free ground, on roof-tops; the were cheering, laughing, crying, swooning. Fred Johnson found himself horrified by it but somewhat seduced at the same time. At one point he asked of Lady Purist, 'Lady, how do you do it? How to you walk the line between appreciating their adoration and being seduced by it?" "The answer," she replied with a smile, "is as easy s it is complex. Learn to love and trust yourself. When you do not need the approval of others to feel good about yourself, you can enjoy it without getting lost in it. My father told me that when I asked the very same question many years ago and I have found it to be very effective. The trick, of course, is learning the difference between vanity and self-esteem. Bubbles' mother crafted a series of exercises to help me distinguish between the two and to help me strengthen the latter while recognizing the former. I will share them with you in the coming days if you would like." "You honor me, Lady Purist," he replied  "Maybe," she replied, laughing, "but I also want you to be worthy of Bubbles when you marry her. Does she know yet that you love her or have you been trying to keep it a secret." This time the Paragon blushed so deeply that he thought his face might burst into flames." Later, when he repeated the conversation to Braveheart, the count laughed out loud, "My mother is a crafty woman, Paragon, but only a blind woman could have missed the truth that you and Bubbles love one another."  Lady Purist was as good as her word and six months later, when  Bubbles and the Paragon took their vows and moved back into her childhood home, he was well grounded and much the wiser and happier for his studies with that good woman.  So that is how the story of Fred Johnson, winds to its close - with happy ending all around. When she was done getting the Paragon and Bubbles hitched, she set about (and succeeded in)  finding the perfect bride for her son. Braveheart, proved himself truly changed and served his people with kindness and generosity and they responded with love and happy productivity. Spark, it turned out had always had a great fondness for Lady Purist and she returned his feelings in kind. Purpose Perfidy lived happily in his cottage among the dragons. Lady Purist - a dedicated and gifted matchmaker - found a life companion for him as well - a weaver and sculptor with whom he created some of the kingdom's greatest masterworks. And Grace? She truly was amazing. Loved and nurtured by her parents, she evolved into a magnificent human being. But that is a story for another time. For now, rest happy, my friends, knowing that the Kingdom of Sunday and her citizens are experiencing a golden age of peace and creativity. They are at peace. They are happy. May it be so always.


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Words for next week's 10-word challenge:  existence, imagination, ferocious, dripping, ribbon, aging, operation, seven, art, entrance 


And for the mini: sweltering, distinguished, discomfort, spread, blossom


Thanks you for playing.  Newcomers can check here for some guidelines to make the game more fun. There are no rules, just some general guidelines and tricks.



Wednesday, July 04, 2012

Time Off


Taking a couple of days off, I think. I will blame it on the weather, which could be worse but is making me cranky anyway.  Happy 4th of July to those in the USA.... well to everyone, even if it's just an ordinary day, I hope it's a good one.


Monday, July 02, 2012

Daily Reminder # 704


The back yard has had numerous feline visitors. The youngster above looks very much like his mother (I'm assuming) who also likes to lounge on my deck and scare the birds and chipmunks.  What really bugs me is that nobody - except a few very skittish birds who seem afraid of their own shadows - is even slightly frightened of me. Chipmunks don't even pause in their vacuuming up of seeds, and the cats give me looks of such incredible disdain that it almost hurts my feelings.  Other than that it has been hot. Not as hot as yesterday but it's still oppressive. Still, reading about all those people whose homes are burning or those who have the came kind of heat or worse and no electricity, I must count myself very lucky.





I keep thinking I had something important that I wanted to talk about but I can no longer remember what it was. Something serious and weighty and redolent with meaning... Senility, maybe. The folly of the idiots who deny the reality of climate change. Politics. My inability to get my act together and get things installed, my anxiety about Angel's lump, my anxiety about what Angel's lump may cost to tend to (she seems fine, I just don't like mystery lumps growing in my kitty).... anyway. I have no idea what I wanted to talk about, so I'm just going to post some more pictures and  gratitude and go play some stupid computer games.







Some things I'm grateful for today:  (Items in red are pre-gratitude, an effort to befriend, embrace, entice, invoke and otherwise find abundance... and to make friends with the Creative Forces of the Universe in hopes that they will help me manifest material, emotional and all forms of life's abundant goodness.)
  • Angel and Tara Grace
  • my home
  • Coffee and Int'l Delight
  • coconut oil
  • granola bars
  • water
  • a wet cloth on the back of my neck
  • Sam-e
  • Omega-3
  • IP-6
  • Vitamin D-3
  • Vitacost.com
  • Ebates
  • Pandora radio
  • my awesome Bose speakers
  • the joy of listening
  • the joy of singing
  • electricity
  • my Tibetan salt lamps
  • my rock collection
  • did I mention fans?
  • the colors of the rainbow
  • pasta
  • cheese
  • paper towels
  • my computer
  • the internet
  • email
  • computer games
  • my TV
  • the remote control
  • the MUTE button
  • Netflix
  • my camera
  • the moon
  • the view from my front window
  • my back yard
  • stray cats (they are annoying but pretty)
  • words
  • poetry
  • ideas
  • inspiration
  • the ability to read and write
  • the ability to type
  • grass and flowers and birds
  • lavender
  • white sage
  • peppermint
  • sight
  • taste
  • touch
  • hearing
  • smell
  • breath
  • my body
  • my grabber
  • my chair/walker
  • my cane
  • that my legs still wobble me around with help
  • my electric toothbrush
  • Listerine
  • my kitchen
  • the refrigerator
  • indoor plumbing
  • Nintendo
  • a sun room on the back of the house
  • more flowers/landscaping in the back yard
  • freshly painted living and bedroom walls
  • a ceiling fan in the bedroom - getting it installed
  • a safe, affordable way to hook my dryer up now that I have one
  • company/companionship
  • thermal blinds for the front window
  • a new (Dutch) front door
  • help rearranging my furniture (got some excellent new ideas)
  • a gathering of friends for my 65th birthday in next Tuesday
  • more paying reiki clients
  • $5,000/week for life from PCH or a million a year or some other large sum of money
  • winning lottery numbers
  • a truckload of cash (big bills)
  • a paid off mortgage
  • zero balance on my credit cards
  • lower interest rates
  • one or more whistling vessel gatherings
  • clean windows
  • a mattress for the guest bedroom
  • seeing the red list turn to black
  • reiki
  • angels
  • miracles 
  • Dennis Puffett
  • the colors of the rainbow
  • my friends
  • my nieces, my nephew and their families
  • that they are happy, healthy and successful
  • kind neighbors
  • Dr. Bronner soaps
  • Dr. Ihhiru probiotic soap
  • resilience
  • determination
  • a nice exchange of emails with an old friend
  • Amazon.com (ordered cat litter)
  • Advil
  • Google
  • SKYPE
  • YouTube
  • the telephone
  • imagination
  • inspiration
  • words
  • ideas
  • an education
  • my microwave
  • my refrigerator and it's freezer
  • the giant ice cubes I have made for cooling the air (not sure they help but I feel like I have done something)
  • matches
  • hope
  • possibilities
  • things I'm forgetting
  • things I am grateful for in private
  • love
  • laughter
  • life
WISHING YOU A SPLENDID DAY!

Sunday, July 01, 2012

Daily Reminder # 703



Another hot day today.  I think I'm just going to share a few more videos of MaMuse.  You can here somewhat "purer" versions on their website with the lyrics as well. I think they are quite unique. 















Paragraph gratitude, tonight, I think. I give thanks for many things. Fans, water, a wet cloth on the back of my neck, electricity, the orange glow of my Tibetan salt lamps, bread and butter, iced tea mixed with lemonade, the ability to read and write, Amazon.com (ordered cat litter today). I give thanks for Angel and Tara Grace, of course. Poor girls are miserable in this heat. The up side of their misery is that they are very well behaved. Most Angel can muster in this heat is some whining and a few restless hugs. I'm thankful for my house, for my computer and my TV and email and Pandora Radio and music and singing and listening and my Bose speakers. I give thanks for my nieces and my nephew and their families and for the fact that they are happy and well adjusted and successful and healthy. Thank you for beauty, for flowers and the view from my front window and for Sam-e and coconut oil and other good things. Thank you for the smell of lavender and white sage, for my wonderful mattress and my walker/chair and my cane and my legs which are sticking with me even though they hurt sometimes and need help to get me from room to room. Thank you for the miracles of sight and taste and touch and hearing and smell. Thank you for words and ideas and imagination. Thank you for YouTube and Google and the wonders and blessings of the computer age. Thank you for my friends and neighbors. Thank you for food and refrigeration and indoor plumbing and modern life. Thank you for reiki and the wonder and joy of participating in small miracles. Thank you for all the good things - that check from PCH and a way to hook up my dryer and that birthday gathering and all the things the Creative Forces of the Universe are currently creating on my behalf. Thank you for humor and laughter and love and life.  Thank you for all the things I haven't listed.  Amen.





MAY LIFE SING TO YOU!