I found an interesting philosophical writing by someone on social media who uses an anonymous name. I’d like to give them credit for it, but I don’t know who it is that wrote it.
I have a covid story to tell.
This was a frightening experience for me, and I’m emotional as I type this out.
In the first part of this blog post, I’m going to share my experience with having covid-19, and how I caught it. This will be much longer than my usual.
During a time long forgotten, when life was still normal and humans didn’t have to wear masks, people were able to hold surprise birthday parties.One year ago today, we held an 80th birthday surprise celebration for my mom. The picture above is when she first walked into the room.
Hello Blogging world.
I’m popping in to wish everyone a blessed new year.
I hope you all had a nice Christmas.
Well hello there. I hope this blog post finds you well.Last week we took some time off to enjoy the fall weather.
Each little outing we attempted started out with mishaps. I mean mishaps to the point where we almost gave up and said, forget it, let’s not do it.We plunged forward anyway, and each outing turned out perfect.For one of our outings we entered an enchanted forest. Or at least it felt that way.I wondered if talking critters and pixies might approach us at any moment.What does this have to do with bloggers and Dreams, like the title says?
Nothing. I’m changing subjects now.
Lately, I’ve found myself having dreams about my blogger friends. In one dream, I was at some sort of a bloggers convention. Anneli was there, and so was Angela.I remember asking Anneli (in the dream) if I was pronouncing her name correctly.
I also remember asking Angela how she was doing after having to say good by to her beloved Sunburst, the horse.
This has happened before, dreaming about bloggers, and it tells me that you’ve all had a significant influence in my life, and I thank you.I may be scarce (or in and out) in the blogging world in the coming days. Hopefully I’m wrong, but I fear there are some tense days ahead. We’re going to need to take special care during the coming days.
Everyone stay safe and well.
That’s what I keep hearing everywhere I go.
Here we go again into another season without my Max. The grieving process is different for each individual, and for me, the first year is brutal with experiencing the change of seasons without him.
With all that’s going on in the world, my husband and I like to escape to a different era by watching Turner Classic Movies. We recently enjoyed a classic that we learned was the basis of a television series which aired in 2007-2015. This got me to comparing the two, and how they portrayed their characters.
Have you ever heard of the 1959 movie, The Best of Everything?
Boy the news cycle changes fast these days, doesn’t it? From a virus, to lockdowns, to opening/closing schools, to chaos in city streets, to wildfires, to hurricanes, and the sad death of a Supreme Court Justice. Whew. I’m out of breath. Continue reading “Is It Me?”
Hi. That’s me in the shadow waving hello to all of you. Can you make out where I might be waving to you from? Take a look at the picture below. Continue reading “Snapshot Slideshow”
Last week was the first time I returned to the blogging world in a little over two months, and I posted a deep, heavy subject about control. This week I thought I’d go with a lighter subject to share a little bit about what I’ve been up to, and maybe even a tiny spark of hope.
Welcome folks. It’s been a while since I posted something, and I’ve had some deep thoughts I want to share.So much has been happening in our society in 2020, and reports everywhere make it sound like the sky is falling. It’s difficult to decipher what is true and what is false. Is this more “chicken little” paranoia, or are we really getting toppled by the falling sky?
Why is it that some people feel they can control everything? From celebrities defying the aging process, to the weather, to a virus, to human behavior—at times it seems like certain folks think they can cheat death itself. Why do they believe they can bend everything to their will? Continue reading “The Battle”
I’ve loved lilacs ever since I was a child swinging on our old rusty swing set next to a lilac bush in the back yard. I dreamed of having my own when I grew up. Except, when I did grow up, I moved to Florida where lilac bushes don’t grow.
PREFACE to this post: I drafted this article before the orchestrated violence began occurring in United States cities. This subject matter does not directly coincide with those riots. However, the upheaval of emotions over it are linked to the topic of this blog. I hope you’ll stick around for the rest, because I think it’s an important message.
It’s called a crime of passion if a man catches his wife being unfaithful and then murders her lover.
It’s called a crime of passion if a woman catches her husband being unfaithful and murders him.
Does the term “crime of passion” make the act of murder palatable? Do we make it okay to commit murder because they loved and trusted their spouse and they merely reacted from hurt and betrayal?
Of course not.
They made their decisions out of pure emotion. Could our society be making decisions from emotion, and in turn, ruining our lives?