and I still am, but now recognised as traps. Did that make sense?
the trap of believing that one has to be a part of a pair in order to be complete.
the trap of emotion. (Ahh, here we go)
It isn’t often that I let anyone into my most personal space…my head.
“What on Earth do you mean?”
I mean, to occupy so much of mind that they become all I think about. That I wonder what they’re doing every minute of the day.
That was just too freakin odd. And I did not like that at all.
the trap, that, I think many people feel today. the trap of “what’s the sodding point?”
You know what, don’t feel like listing all of the traps. Let’s just lump it into the trap of LIFE.
But, as usual, the UNIVERSE parted the veil so that vision could be cleared….
The moment I let go of IT, was the moment I got more than I could handle.
The moment I jumped off of IT, was the moment I touched down.
I happened to be listening to Alanis Morissette this morning whilst driving somewhere. And the moment I sang those words….a sigh of relief.
So I’m letting go of IT.
that is today, right now as I write this
Oh, 2013 is the year of write and post. No editing, no self censoring. Just sayin’.
I am of peace
About the Twitter posting, first. I don’t know what was up that. However, minutes before I did tweet that I was going to be led by the Universe. So, we shall see what becomes of that.
Yeah, I’m still doing the photography thing.
If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O! it came o’er my ear like the sweet sound
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour.
(Twelfth Night, 1.1.1-7)
This is really odd. I was really geared up to write this, but the moment I sat down, “poof” the mood is gone.
Tomorrow is another day.
Today isn’t over.
Ok, one way to make up for lost blogging days….post your “drafts.”
Yeah, I think I’ve posted four or five blogs left on or is it “in” “draft” status. Of course, I believe that most of the were combined in another blog, but as I said in one, “oh well.”
I’m just pleased “TO BE.”.
Now off to read some statistical analyses. Type to you next year. 👽👽👽👽😜
a pui tardi
Ok, for a moment I was about to freak. Why? Affordable driving school pulled up in front of the house. Why would I freak? I don’t know. So, moving on…
Yeah, there is an error, however……
I saw that on the web and thought I’d share.
I thought that I would be able to C&P my G+ post, but alas…..NO
Some earth shattering news…. Today, I received my first “blue screen error.
This photo reminds me of the Star Trek epi “Let that be your Last Battlefield.” www.startrek.com/database_article/let-that-be-your-last-battlefield
I’ve lost my train of thought. That’s the “problem” with drafts. I draft it “because something more ‘important’ came up, and then I lose the momentum.
THIS IS NOT A RACE RANT JUST SAYIN’
However, me being the patak (I speak Klingon better than I write it) I am, let me ask my American brothers and sisters and transgendered folk just what are we celebrating?
This is how I remember it….
Pale faces coming to these lands, telling the natives, who have lived here….well FOREVER….well as long as they can remember that how they live is WRONG. That their(pale face) way was the only true way, the RIGHT way.
Pale faces telling the natives that the way they worship and commune with THEIR higher power is WRONG. And that their (pale face) way was the only true way, the RIGHT way.
Then after they came, the natives started to die…illnesses they have never seen….are killing them. But that’s THEIR FAULT, because of how THEY lived. That is until they (pale face) came and told us … That their way was the only true way, the RIGHT way. Oh, their God is punishing those who refuse him.
That is what I seem to remember.
Hey, isn’t gluttony a sin? So, I guess this holiday is sanctioned by God and the rules are suspended?
I don’t know. This is where I went…..where I was lead to go, and now I am done!