Miracles, Memories and Magic

So as I sat in the patio today, writing, watching the sun slide slowly across the sky, a little white butterfly pranced and danced around me, fluttering, flying, bobbing and weaving in and out of my personal space. I loved it as I witnessed this little visit form heaven. The butterfly floats into the back door poking it's wings in the kitchen to have a quick look-see, then back around my shoulder. I find this phenomenal and just a wee bit miracle-ly in it's path of flight. This pronounce and undeniable precious moment, particularly special and symbolic to me, has happened before once while I sat at the kitchen table enjoying a cold beer. A white butterfly had the nerve to land and stay perched on my shoulder then rest on my hand for several minutes. Nothing short of magical, a grace-filled albeit fleeting moment for me to consume whole heartedly and enjoy to the nth degree. I have pictures documenting the moment. I'll have to dig them out and post.

What I want to bloggity-blog about, this day, the 23rd and my favorite day of any month, is the following excerpt from a story about a girl who out of necessity from wounds left from days past, scarred by life, incidents and accidents, yet delivered graciously, by the dead...blazes her own trails, however off the beaten path they may appear, however different, eccentric, peculiar or odd she may be. She marches to the sound of her own voice and beating heart.

"We choose our truths the way we choose our gods, single-mindedly, no other way to feel or see or think. We lock ourselves into our ways, and click all the truths to one. We put our truths together in pieces, but you use nails and I use glue. You mend with staples. I mend with screws. You stitch what I would bandage. Your truth may not look like mine, but that is not what matters. What matters is this: You can look at a scar and see hurt, or you can look at a scar and see healing. Try to understand." ~ from "A Gracious Plenty" by Sheri Reynolds

One more little thought to bring peace and comfort to this sometimes tired n weary, sometimes charged-up and so good to go, heart of mine, is this: Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly ~ Anonymous

Twins are Us!

Check it out. Twin talk... esoteric, excellent, exceptional, extra ordinary. To womb-mates, the few, the chosen, the rare one's who understand! Here's to you, twins!

YES WE CAN ~

YES WE CAN ~ ¡Si Se Puede con Barack Obama! íObamanos Ahora!

Re: Democracy, Pride, Prejudice and The Pursuit of Happiness...We trip over ourselves as we pursue justice with our subtle little prejudices and not so subtle prejudices heretofore. We strive for excellence with respect, persistence and the presence of mind and body, with the guts and true grit, fortitude and fearlessness required of one running for the office of the President of these United States. We cry tears of sorrow as we say goodbye to our soldiers leaving for a strange and far away place to protect our very right to vote and be free and enjoy our precious democracy. We cry tears of joy upon their safe arrival home, more tears shed for those who don't make it back home in the name of preserving freedom for the survivors of their homeland. We maintain pride for one another as we face each day with courage and a commitment to be better than the day before, to be a blessing to those we can and we go on our way silently, hoping and praying everything will be alright, safe, peaceful, that life will be livable and tolerable for each and everyone. We wish it were so for everyone, everywhere. We are embarking on a landmark time in history, no doubt, with eager anticipation for a brighter future for ourselves, our loved ones and those without a voice. Here's to AMERICA, land of those who enjoy so much; freedom, resources, rights, liberties and abundance others in the world can only imagine... home to brave hearts, lonely hearts and hearts of gold. God Bless us all, each and everyone, every where.

Ambient Light

Friday evening, October 31st, as the sun makes it's exit, stage left, lingering around a bit with it's golden glow waving goodbye until tomorrow at dawn when it rises and shines it's bright beautiful crown of silvery, sparkly jewels...accompanied by Venus...stella spectaculár, muy bonita, can't help but show off, all happy and bright, hanging over a young crescent moon, La Luna, the sliver of creamy, white light grows, stretching, right before my eyes...a glow surrounds it's newness as Venus also dons a warm-looking, fuzziness. Quite the atmospheric effect, distinctly arranged as planets position themselves according to constellatory assignment. Bravo Author, Creator and finisher of life!

This weekend is very much about All Saints and All Soul's Day-The Day of The Dead (Dia de Los Muertos)... observed by Catholics and highly revered in the Mexican culture as holidays that celebrate and remember loved ones who have preceded the living in death. A time to reflect, connect, perhaps disconnect or reconnect from or with the vastness of sinners and saints. Yes, well there must be a fine line between the two entities, what with all the dogma, pragma, idioms, maxims, dictum's, laws, canons, precepts, truisms and falsehoods... with all that rig-a-ma-row going on... the question begs to be asked...Who can keep track? What is right, wrong, good, evil, better left unsaid or to intercede in dire times and places of need?

Good thing humankind innately knows in accordance with where, what, who and how the heart and soul speaks... in gentle whispers, in loud clear, succinct, straight to the point manner, fashion and form, in deafening tones, mild, mundane, monotone, yet mighty, kind, compassionately, honestly, fervently, with a fury and fire, a vengeance for doing what is right? Saints earn their "stripes," honorably, with humility, in a holy, sanctified place of perfection, power, peace, glory and comes with a high price attached, paid in full... in order to posture oneself in such a high ranking place of privilege as this. Wow...let's hear it for All Saints' and All Souls everywhere. My goodness, your goodness, may goodness, light, pure love and more of the same follow you where ever you go. Yeah, keep a watchful eye on us survivors of this here cruel, crazy, beautiful world, would you? Yes Saints, are you listening, watching waiting for our call, plea, prayer?