“Thai Night Out”

Last evening, we went to a local Thai restaurant.   The food is always good, the Thai tea, delicious.   Interesting night……..at our next table, a Korean family was celebrating their daughter’s 20th birthday.   All of a sudden, on the speaker, a Thai accented singer loudly sang “Happy Birthday to You”

Thai servers approached with a candle laden cake….

Then, the birthday girl came to our table and asked us if we would like to share her birthday cake, a blueberry mousse, whipped cream creation from a NJ Korean bakery.

As we left the restaurant, I smiled as the same group of servers huddled together over a bag of Chips Ahoy………..obviously an American delicacy………. 🙂

And that is what America is……….a blend of peoples, treats, fellowship with others once worlds apart.     Chocolate chips and blueberry mousse can tear down walls………..

 

Blessings,

Shirl

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“All Lives Acknowledged”

 

An opossum quietly ended his life last night in my driveway.   From his head injuries, he must have been hit by a car in the darkness.

I love opossums; though hated by many, I think they are one of man’s greatest friends.
When you care about something, those things find you.    Birds and squirrels know which yards offer safe havens…….And, I imagine, opossums know where to die.   Where they will not be picked up with a shovel and tossed into a garbage bag and thrown at the curb.

I always bury little ones that find their way into my yard to make their final journey…….little birds, squirrels, moles…..

They all deserve a place to rest in peace.    This opossum found a place to rest in my yard.

May his spirit be at peace and help guide any other little ones who need a sanctuary to place their head….whether they breathe life or journey into spirit.

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“Understanding the “forgotten baby” syndrome”

I used to be one of those people who said…..“How is this possible, how does one forgot his baby in the car?

I used to vilify the parent as criminal…..no questions asked.

But, seeing the latest tragedy unfold in NY…..the father leaving his twins in the car for eight hours…has softened my heart and opened my mind to first attempts at understanding ………

I won’t quantify any comparisons to this horror……..I will try and explain the conclusions with which my mind has come to terms………

I can only speak from my own experiences in life……No matter how stressed, no matter how overwhelmed, I seriously doubt I could ever forget my child….

But I can remember times while driving when my mind seemed to go on autopilot…..watching the road but unaware of my turns …….but ending up at my destination.    It seems part of the mind has a pathway for what is usual……driving to work……driving to school…….Now suppose, a parent who usually does not drive to daycare each day, has the drive that morning.    Work meetings await, perhaps presentations to the client, a big sale on the line……..

Now, that autopilot jumps in……Mission……..go to work.   Perhaps the child is sleeping, no sounds to interrupt that autopilot from reaching the usual destination…….

Do you understand the scenario I am trying to portray……….

I see this autopilot when I knit.    When I knit repetitive rows……my mind can go on autopilot……thinking of something else.    When I look down at my yarn, I can sometimes forget which stitch……..But my hands remember.   They are in the right position to tell me which stitch is next on the row……..Autopilot in the brain……..Perhaps?

My heart feels saddened for this father……..now on suicide watch.   His brain is locked in horror…..There is no criminal here……only victims of hell on earth……..Two in the burning fire of a hot car………one in the hellish torment of guilt and sorrow.

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“Armed with a Lint Roller, Battling Ticks on your Dog”

I have a home in the country…..along with the solitude and birdsong, comes ticks.

I hate ticks.   In the country, you have to check when you come inside for any that have hitched a ride……on you and your dogs.

This method may help others who face this daily battle with these tiny, but troublesome pests……..I read about this a year ago and have since practiced this as part of my tick defense, along with essential oils and veterinarian approved medications.

For those wanting to incorporate essential oil into your regimen, I use rose geranium oil on myself and on my dogs.   Don’t use it straight, it is too harsh.   You can find easy recipes for making a spray online.   Always test a small area first to test your sensitivity.

I lint roll my dogs.   I have included a short video of my Rusty and his lint roller routine. He actually looks forward to it, waiting when he comes inside for me to get the roller and pass it across his body.   The method is not fool proof, but it does work to stick some of those rotten things before they stick their mouths infor a meal.

You can also lint roller yourself……….carry one in your car if you go hiking.   It’s a good thing, as Martha Stewart would say

 

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“A Nation of Bullies”

First off, this blog today has no political agenda.
I am not posting for Trump…..I am not posting against Trump…..
This morning on social media, all I see are posts mocking the mistakes in his speech yesterday.
I wonder how many of those who mocked have stood in front of the world and made a speech?
As a girl, I was petrified to get up in front of the class…I was bullied and called names every day; getting up in front of those bullies was terrifying. Oral book reports sent a chill of trepidation down my spine…. I botched the perfect report I kept in my head when saying it aloud.   Thankfully, teachers were forgiving, they knew I read those books.
In high school, I was asked to teach lessons; as I was writing on the blackboard, I could hear the bullies mumbling names……I drew all courage from within and continued teaching.  I carry that feeling inside me; those bullies have long forgotten the words they mumbled and chortled over, I never have.
As I grew older, I chose professions where I would have to speak in front of others…….I led tours and gave talks at the zoo and held workshops and presentations at my office on Metaphysics and Reiki. I led ghost investigations in Gettysburg.
Now, it is so disheartening to see……
This country has become that classroom of bullies……name calling and mocking…..
As I said, this is not FOR OR AGAINST TRUMP…….I don’t write this politically, I write it as someone who wishes some Universal GPS could get this world back on track…..we are traveling on that wrong road that doesn’t end well….
We are giving our children the okay to act this way…..I see parents battling it out at elementary school sporting events, I see news stories of road rage and punching in the streets.   When adults act in this fashion, of course, the young will follow suit……
I heard firework explosions last night.    The ones I fear most are the explosions of anger and cruelty festering in man, waiting to be released in a society that has traveled down that wrong GPS direction and seems to like the destination.
Shirl
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“Do People Really Speak Their Minds?”

The night before last, I watched an indie film.   I like to scour the internet for indie films, maybe because I am an indie writer.

This one, which shall remain nameless, tells the tale of a wife, husband, and her lover trapped in a house together.   The premise sounds intriguing, right?   Wrong.   This film might just be the worst I have put my mind and seated body through for 90 or so minutes.

I looked at online reviews.   A few people agreed with me.    But the majority followed the first reviewer with accolades of dark humor, quirkiness……..

Dark humor, quirkiness????   It was like I was reading about a different film……..But then again, I watch how engulfed people act when looking at an abstract red circle and black line on a canvas………The art critics rave………so, if you don’t, are you stupid?

Never appear stupid on a review…  I really think people who hate a film go along with the crowd…..pretending to feel something they do not.

Now, this doesn’t apply to my own book reviews, where each highly intelligent soul has given me 5*****’s.

I started questioning my own mind.   Had I really missed the boat on this one?   Was it really a good film?    It had no message, it had no ending, it was just horrible…..quirky, dark humored horrible………..though I didn’t find any humor, of any shade,  in it.

Indie films and indie books can be wasted hours or priceless pearls in an ocean of creativity.   Search them out, but let your mind guide your thoughts; don’t think because Ms. A and Mr. B raved about them, they have worth.   And if a pearl turns out to be a speck of grit……don’t abandon the search.   A lot of publishers and producers miss strands of pearls that way.

Blessings,

Shirl

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“Knit and Purl”

My mother knit.   She knit constantly, but not many of her creations were handed down to me.   She knit for everyone, each family member who had a baby received a sweater set and blanket.   There were a lot of new babies in our large family.

She would sit and knit while watching television until her hands fell asleep.   I always wanted to learn, but never realized that moment of parent/child tutorial in this process.   I picked up crocheting as a young woman, but knitting always evaded my hands……until several years ago.   I only had a few pieces of my mother’s handwork, but I had her yarn…….skeins and skeins of it.

When my daughter was expecting her baby, I set about on a quest to learn to knit and used these skeins for the grandmother who would never knit her that sweater set or blanket.

Now, I knit a lot of little gifts.   I realize the time it takes to make a little token gift; my mother spent so many hours and hours for others, I wonder if all my cousins really understood and appreciated the time she took to create each one.

She made me sweaters when I was a little girl, but she gave them away as I grew out of their fit.   I have only one small sweater left, a pink mohair one, too small to button, but always a favorite.

Knitting for me is meditation.   It is impossible to have a busy mind as you are counting stitches on a row.    For those who have tried meditation with little success, knitting is a way to meditate and create at the same time.   Studies have proven the validity of the relaxation benefits two needles and a ball of yarn provide to lower blood pressure and stress in one’s life.

I think when their hands are ready, my own daughters will pick up the needles, pick up the skeins and skeins of yarn, and continue…….Once hooked, knitting becomes a part of you, or a recapture of the DNA that threads within your soul.

Here is my latest creation…..My mother’s sewing stitches were perfect, her knitting without mistake.   Me, my stitches aren’t always in line, as my life, I live a little out of the normal boundaries as an Intuitive Medium anyway.   I make mistakes in knitting, they glare up at me, as a knitter’s own eyes are the most critical.   Mistakes are repairable; they take patience and work….

Regrets sometimes aren’t……….I regret not learning at my mother’s hands…….I regret her not being here to show me intricate stitches……..I regret her not being here to help me read difficult patterns………

Today,  she and my dad would have celebrated their 78th wedding anniversary……..years of memories, regrets, and countless creations never finished…..

I finished this sweater yesterday.   Now, my hands wait for the next Knit, the next Purl.

Wool sweater

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