There is something so wonderful, precious, magical, grace-filled in that moment or moments in our lives, however fleeting when glimmers of perfection, peace, power, privilege (heaven) beckon's us with a reminder that we can get through another day, God is among us. Affection, a gentle touch, a kind smile or simple word of acknowledgment resonates in our hearts and souls. Animals even, perhaps especially animals and children somehow manage to find their way more often then we realize, into those moments of bliss when life and all existence is witness to the wonder, Glory and presence of God. Peace & Love to You. from me

In Flight

I intended calling this here submission
"Encroachment" due to a recent surge of activity encroaching upon me and others around me. Sometimes I borrow my grandfathers declaration of "going to take a flight" when I need a, ahh constitution, to pinch a loaf, drop a deuce, take the Browns to the Super Bowl? You get the idea. Yeah, our skelly shown here is definitely; "In Flight".

I get a kick out of how some people treat Halloween like it's a holy day of obligation, national holiday or some such. I've enjoyed some kooky, crazy one's granted, but what I seem to be particularly fascinated with this year, the art alone is amazing, is the Mexican holiday "Dia de Los Muertos" Day of The Dead. Hecho en Mexico and includes fiestas and celebration of the dead who are revered and not feared during the first two days in November. All Saints Day, November 1st & All Souls Day, November 2nd remembers the glory of heaven and the spiritual grace that surrounds us. I love the illustration shown here. It brings to mind the quiet, contemplative moments when we reflect on everything and nothing at all. Walk away satisfied for that brief respite, however unassuming, humble and private...

John Kakudo Peterka say's:
"Look, just look, at the crow's laughing dance and tell me there aren't mysteries riding on each breath we take for granted ~ a smile, a loving touch, laughter ~ night moving aside for a new day."

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Oh you great big beautiful thing. Don't think I don't see you... You great big beautiful, full-bodied, round, robust hunk of moon. I wish everyone and everything, everywhere within your reach could see you, feel you, be safe, happy and healthy by your light that has the power to cast a wonderous illumination, an elixir to sooth and comfort, connect with your brilliance and beauty... cleanse and be clothed by your mighty moonliness, be refreshed and rendered brighter, braver and brand new.

I can't remember a time I didn't see the goofy image. Many many moons ago, the silhouette of what appeared to be an uncanny likeness of Fred Flinstone came to view, pretty much right smack-dab in the middle of the mighty planet. The face seems to look off in the distant north by north eastern stratus. I don't take it seriously, try not to let it take away from the exquisit natural beauty nor interfere with the mondo magnificence found in your place out there. Crazy, yet there it is, just as soon as the moon is plump enough for the kooky, colossal profile to a appear, there it is like a happy mug shot. Most people I've asked, don't see the face of that prehistoric comic book and cartoon character, so obvious to me, pasted on the surface in plain site, as it's frame.. the massive lunar ball, orbits the earth and reflects the light of the sun. Far out man, far out!