I have a disease that affects my bones and joints for the most part. It also gives me the superpower of predicting the weather. Like today, I’m all achy and fatigued. That says temperature change and precipitation of some kind.
It’s not a superpower I really want. If I could manipulate the weather, that would be a cooler superpower. Storm looked neat and she controlled the weather. It helped her fly…so that’s cool too. Although, now that I think about it I’m afraid of heights. So maybe not as cool as I thought, unless hovering two feet from the ground is considered cool.
Okay this post has spun out of control in a “you’re kinda crazy” way.
It’s been a very mild winter thus far in the Mid-Atlantic Region of the US. I’m not complaining mind you. It’s not as shocking to the purse because the heat doesn’t come on every 5 seconds and we’ve had sufficient rain so far that this shouldn’t be a drought year.
On Gray days like this I force myself to get out into the open air even if it’s for 15 minutes. Sometimes this happens…
It was an awesome 15 minutes. I had to go back to work but I went back feeling a little more refreshed. I do from time to time miss the snow, but today was a pretty nice.
My Kate by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
She was not as pretty as women I know,
And yet all your best made of sunshine and snow
Drop to shade, melt to nought in the long-trodden ways,
While she’s still remembered on warm and cold days—
Her air had a meaning, her movements a grace;
You turned from the fairest to gaze on her face:
And when you had once seen her forehead and mouth,
You saw as distinctly her soul and her truth—
Such a blue inner light from her eyelids outbroke,
You looked at her silence and fancied she spoke:
When she did, so peculiar yet soft was the tone,
Though the loudest spoke also, you heard her alone—
I doubt if she said to you much that could act
As a thought or suggestion: she did not attract
In the sense of the brilliant or wise: I infer
’T was her thinking of others made you think of her—
She never found fault with you, never implied
Your wrong by her right; and yet men at her side
Grew nobler, girls purer, as through the whole town
The children were gladder that pulled at her gown—
None knelt at her feet confessed lovers in thrall;
They knelt more to God than they used,—that was all:
If you praised her as charming, some asked what you meant,
But the charm of her presence was felt when she went—
The weak and the gentle, the ribald and rude,
She took as she found them, and did them all good;
It always was so with her—see what you have!
She has made the grass greener even here . . . with her grave—
My dear one!—when thou wast alive with the rest,
I held thee the sweetest and loved thee the best:
And now thou art dead, shall I not take thy part
As thy smiles used to do for thyself, my sweet Heart—
Today we celebrate a great man of History, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
He was a man of action, a man of thought and deed and a man who had the gift of being able to speak to all people. He will always be known as the man who made America understand Civil Rights for all people.
We know the story of his life and his death but to his family he was Husband and Father. They shared him with the world in life, death and grief. Today I remember his family who lost so much that day in April. The world lost a leader but nothing will ever be more than losing family.
It is on this day we try to remember as Americans that we are all in this together. It doesn’t matter what color, religion or ideology. We are of the human race. We are responsible for the well-being of not only ourselves and our family but of those of our community.
His message might fall on deaf ears but it’s a message we should never stop believing in or sharing. All men are created equal. The least of you are my brother and as a community we should hold onto these messages during dark times.
This morning whilst I perused the news I came across an article that rocked me to the very core of my being. Justin Bieber is an Arsenal F.C. fan. Seriously, hasn’t he ruined enough wonderful things with his tacky, low-class self already?
Yes the Beebs can sing well but it ends there. He collects pets and then just discards them (strike one), he smokes pot with is Dad (strike two, and who does this???) and well there are 100 more things but I’ll only put Strike Three…he really thinks his talent excuses him being an out and out peckerwood. It doesn’t (Strike Three). When the money runs out (and it will) and his shenanigans get him on the do not call list, he will just be a washed up dude with a singing voice who no one wants to higher.
Arsenal was my football team. Now it feels like I’m dirty because of Beebs. Do I jump ship and head over to Man U? This is no way to start a Monday people! I have many decisions to make today. Who’s triumph’s will I celebrate from here on out?
Damn you Justin Bieber!!!
I’m not a tree hugger. I’m not a Green Peace crazy person. I’m a person who understands action and reaction. It’s science, basic and true. The “Global Warming” movement is over. They never really based their opinions on facts or science. It was a hunch. In some ways they were correct, in others they just came off as crazy people. Then they changed the catch phrase from Global Warming (because the Earth was actually getting colder) to Climate Change. Still I find this a bit bizarre since the climate is always changing.
I’m a realist. The Earth is being harmed by the fact there are too many people fighting for the same resources. Poverty makes people greedy. Greedy people can never get enough. That’s why Greed is bad. The Rain Forest is being destroyed at the fastest pace ever in history. The people kill the animals as they rush from the burning forests for their lives. The ecology of the area is forever damaged. All actions have an equal or greater reaction. Droughts occur, Flooding, earthquakes, etc. They happen because we do not fully understand the science of what we are doing to the environment. We learned nothing from the people in history that destroyed their homelands with wars, over farming and destruction of their local Eco-systems.
First World Nations (or whatever they are being called now) are slowly realizing the reality of locust effect. If you devour all of your resources you then die from lack of said resources. People aren’t as understanding to the plight we all share as a world body.
I guess I was fortunate to grow up in a time in society that was not so “throw away”. We recycled things because it made sense. We were poor and needed to stretch the resources. Can you remember the last time you sewed something to get more wear out of it? We have so many things now that we never would have had 30 years ago. Why, well mostly because we didn’t really need them.
The World as a collective is going to hell in a hand basket. Wars, famine, starvation, over building, nuclear threat and the list of baddies is never ending. This writer sure wishes it wasn’t like this at all. I like this Earth I live on and well, if only half of it’s inhabitants took personal responsibility for their lives on it, maybe the future would look a little brighter.
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell’st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
— John Donne
He died almost a week ago. He was young, filled with promise. He had a future to yet be discovered. He was someone’s child, sibling, grandson and friend. He is gone now and all that remains is the question why?
I’m so tired of people saying horrible things about someone who is depressed or suffers from a form of mental illness. It’s not their fault. It’s not a weakness of character. They can’t just snap out of it because you say so. They need help not judgement.
If you don’t suffer from depression. Be thankful for that. It’s crippling and scary. It makes you think about things that you wouldn’t normally think about. People who suffer from other forms of mental illness such as schizophrenia can’t control what is happening to them without medication. Some of these people don’t take the meds because they either can’t afford the treatment or they feel like they are drowning from what the meds do to them.
Take a second and read up on mental illness before you judge another person.
National Suicide Prevention Lifeline – 1‑800‑273‑TALK (8255) or Live Online Chat
SAMHSA Treatment Referral Helpline – 1‑877‑SAMHSA7 (1‑877‑726‑4727)
Coulrophobia is a fear of clowns.
I’m not sure when or why I developed a fear of clowns. It’s real and it’s weird. Clowns are basically harmless. Well, unless they are associated with Stephen King…then not so much. I think the only clown I’ve never been freaked out about is Bozo. I think it’s because I once had a Bozo punching bag. Perhaps it was a bit therapeutic to have a clown I could punch.
I’m still freaked out though…