Zeus and the Moon

Friday Freedom Feeling

Confessions from Lock Down

I probably shouldn’t confess this out on a public forum, but here we go anyway . . .

Times Are Weird

These times are weird
Germs are everywhere to be feared
Division by media is engineered
Old friendships are broken and smeared

Like a River

Find Someone Else

If you knew someone who lost their spouse just a few weeks ago, would you say, “I know it’s hard, but there are other men/women out there looking for love. Get on eharmony and find one who needs you?”

Holiday Spirits Beyond

Do you ever have moments of melancholy during the holiday season? I’m not talking about despair over a recent loss. I mean at any time during a regular season that’s going well and as planned. Do you ever get just a split second of sadness? This is probably more common for women, but maybe men sometimes get this, too?

The Season of . . . Payment?

My doubts continue about the humanity of humanity. This also ties in with the season of “giving.”

So, let me ask a question.

Humanity’s Inhumanity

My post today partners with my last one, about media influence on emotions. Bear with me, I’m going deep, and what I say may sound odd at first.

Knowledge Masters Fear

Too bad the sky doesn’t show the same captivating colors of dusk during times when the sun is high in the sky. Even a boring setting like the one depicted from my back patio can turn magical.

Do you think you could explain what a sunset or sunrise looks like to someone who never experienced one for themselves? Could you explain it so well that they could pass a test without having seen one?

What kind of learner are you? Do you respond better to learning from visuals? From text? From demonstration?

An Inappropriate Analogy

It’s been a while since I shared an introspective post, so here’s a “thinker” demonstrated in an analogy.

Oh boy, better get comfortable.

Imagine if every day at work you have to sit next to someone who has really bad body odor. The odor is nauseating. You put an air freshener at your station, but then it smells like a cow died in a flower garden. You don’t know what to do. You contemplate different ideas. Should I tactfully bring it up? Should I talk to the boss to see if there is anything that can be done?

I’m Just Gonna Say It

So, I debated what to say here today, or if to say anything at all. Depending on who reads it, this could be dangerous.

The Unexpected

Bridge over the mighty Mississippi

Last year I wrote about sending out an intention to the Universe of something that you would like to occur in your life (or pray), and then trust it will happen. One example I shared before was the synchronicity of our move back home.

Not only does the Universe/God answer our call/prayer in due time, but sometimes we receive answers we aren’t even looking for.

Clever or Wise

Individuate

Flip-Flops and Sweaters

I think the earth has shifted, or maybe someone has drugged me and moved my house to the North Pole, with me inside. Yesterday we received six more inches of snow on top of the ten inches already planted. On the forecast below, tomorrow’s (Wednesday’s) reading is not the wind chill, but the actual temperature (-25c & -29c). The overnight temps are on the bottom.

Looking Inside

Whatever annoys you most in a person, is in you.
How dare you say that I’m like that person. I’m so much better than that.

Ungrateful

We must be willing to let go of the life we planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us. ~ Joseph Campbell

We had a snow storm overnight on Sunday into Monday. Well, it was actually a blizzard. I love when it snows (like last week), but anything over four inches . . . I’m not really down with that.

Ten inches in total this time.

I can’t complain though. I mean, I do live in Northeast Illinois, after all. It’s not like this type of weather is a surprise or anything. Although, the deep snow and cold arrived earlier than usual this year.

Chaos and Calm

Good morning, afternoon or evening, for whichever time you read this post.

I had a brief and serene blog post scheduled for today, but then something happened. . .

I Wept Again

First snow

I’m about to make a confession. I hope my blogging community will understand and stick together with me. I’ve grown so fond of your presence over the years.

Okay, ready? Deep breath.