When you find yourself flat on your butt

The morning started ok...no mishaps in the shower, Jesse in a good mood; I got an hour of computer work under my belt
and got dressed: skirt, leggings, camisole, silk blouse, my long black cardigan, black beaded lariat and a chain link scarf my sister made me. Once I added the vintage cowboy boots I thought I was looking pretty good for a woman of a certain age experiencing pre-menstrual symptoms in the peri-menopausal phase of her advancing years. I gatherd my laptop, handbag, cup of coffee....walked through the living room, slipped on an unseen slippery something and fell flat on my ass. The moment of surrender is a nano-second but it just flashed in my mind, "girl, you're going down". Eh, no harm done, so I pulled a little muscle in my lower left back...no problem! I do YOGA and that means that my body didn't contract and tense to fall, but just kind of slid on down. It's so humbling, isn't it? To have put yourself together so well and then to be covered in coffee and white dog hair! Ce` la vie, all is well, it was good for a laugh!

Connie

Invasion isn't War

Support the troops: End the war.

That would be a lovely sentiment if we were in fact "at war", but we're not. We, i.e, the Bush Administration, i.e, NOT THE AMERICAN people invaded Iraq to secure it's oil fields, lo those many years ago. In order for it to be a "war" wouldn't there need to be an enemy to fight against? A rag tag bunch of militant religious zealots in an ages-old-pissing contest does not actually constitute an enemy that threatens the security of the United States in my opinion! It seems to me that the Irag invasion was a greedy attempt by the uber-corrupt Bush cartel to secure further economic resources through military contracts to friends in order to increase the wealth in the Republican party so that future elections can continue to be usurped. Land of the free, home of the brave? Give me a break! Land of the rich, home of the disempowered is more like it.

Regarding my Mother

Regarding my mother Dawn and our estranged relationship:  
It's been ten months since we spoke.  Our last visit could be characterized as a "blood letting" and I find in adulthood that I no longer need her style of parenting in order to fully actualize my authentic self.   I am grateful for this revelation.

Aud Guray Nameh

The Dalai Lama is not my God, he is, however, my spirit guide.


Aud Guray Nameh

This is the truth.

One true God.


Namaste`