Hello Everyone,

October 2015

I love October, not just because it is my birthday month but because the air changes, the season changes, the time changes.

It is when we must embrace the fact that the time change will have us seeing the dark sooner. A time when the trees begin to let loose the leaves, orange, brown and yellow leaves flying about.

It is the time when the ghouls and horrors are seen in decorations, shows, movies and parties.

It is the time when we say farewell to the summer heat, smile toward the cooler weather and wonder of the winter to come.

Happy October! May there be light within you to shine upon the earlier darker hours. May the ghouls and gremlins that ring the door bell make you smile and partake in trick or treat.

May you embrace the change in season knowing... it will bring us back to Spring soon enough.

I have added a tab - Whisper my words, which is a link to my site where I post stories, poems, AndMore events and the Watcher's Journal. Take a peek and enjoy.



December 31, 2010

AndMore...humor or lack of

Someone made a comment that triggered a conversation.  'No one has a sense of humor anymore.'

The reality is - we live in a sensitive society.  We must be politically correct or else.  You can't make jokes or you're a racist, insensitive, bitter or sarcastic.  Even the animal people get all riled up about animal jokes.  The question 'why did the chicken cross the road' will be one of life's mystery now.

We live and are forced into a society of egg shells.  Tippy toe around knowing you will step on one and the sound will be heard for miles.

Friends lying to friends, on the rare occasion one tells the truth, all hell breaks loose.  Workers lying, family lying, politicians STILL lying.  It's a wonder we don't walk around with polygraph strips (note to self: invent polygraph strips).

I walked through the snow covered streets, thinking.......a blanket of lies.  The beautiful snow covers the dirty streets.  The shiny top deceiving it's icy danger or slushy disaster.

Where is the hope in it all?

It's in the rare people that still exist, the ones that tell it like it is and gladly receives it as it is.  It's in the rare people that will joke of your culture and chuckle when you return the favor.  Teehee

It's in the time the snow falls - still with promise and when it melts; reminding us of what lies beneath.

It's in knowing that the dumb chicken shouldn't be on a road and in an OVEN.

It's in the moments.  The moments we let our guard down and accept people; scars and all.  The moments others accept you; scars and all.

It's when we realize that when all fails, the lucky ones have a sense of humor to help them through it.