INSIGHT INTO COMMON SENSE OFTEN HOVERS OVERHEAD

 Thanks to the popularity of influencers like the over-the-top crop of Kardashians, most  young women, today, are all about theatrical makeup, suggesting it’s likely that their daughters will be pretty much make up free... leaving me to ask—when does the happy medium of ‘less is more’ appear on the historical time line, creating a balance between too much and not enough—or am I expecting too much of human nature, which, seemingly swings from pole to pole for this reason—for the most part, insight into deeper truths concerning the repetitive behaviors of the human condition, which prove classic, universal and timeless, hover just above most of our heads.  And having experienced how often people jump to conclusions rather than offering the benefit of the doubt, I find it essential to muster patience with those who think negatively of me so as to not pull out all of my hair, and speaking from past experience (and having spent most of this last year bald), I can attest to this insight, as well:  More people than not cannot rechannel their deeply ingrained, negatively focused attitudes without lots of positively focused help, so rather than pulling out my hair for nothing, I consciously choose to up my level of patience, repeatedly, knowing that working toward creating change for the better takes more time than most of us would believe—on the other hand, I prefer being compared to the tortoise that, given time, is highly likely to accomplish its goals than is true of the hair—uh—hare.  Why?

 Because unlike those who are heading toward failure by getting sidetracked or giving up on achieving long range goals, I differentiate long range goals, accomplished in a step by step fashion from those attained by taking huge leaps of faith.  You see—if we stop believing in our innate sense of goal-based creativity then why should anyone else (with the exception of our moms).continue to believe that we, like the tortoise, are heading toward success at our own pace—step by step by step 😊

And now that I sense my think tank’s readiness to pull today’s train of thought into the rest-stop, directly ahead,let’s remember to never give up working to differentiate between heartfelt,long-haul goals, which fall into the range of eventually achievable and short range goals that are accomplished one leap of faith at a time. 

🙋🏻‍♀️😉

PS

May I respectfully suggest reading the article concerning Alicia Keyes’s reasoning for giving up make up.  For the most part, I agree, though a touch of blush and sweep of mascara continue to please me. (Honestly—I have no idea where these rhymes come from; they just appear on my screen as though all on their own. lol!😄

As to the Kardashian clan, they embody a host of traits so shallow that I’d encourage Ravi, who at six, loves face paint, not to emulate.😊

SUNDAY, A DAY CLOSER TO BIDEN’S INAUGURATION

Sooo—no surprise that trump recanted his barely-there non-concession statement of several days ago.

Likening trump to all megalomaniacs, no one expects him to go quietly into the night with dignity in sight.  And since he’s more likely to go out with a bang, the truth of the matter suggests his being carried out of The Oval Office, kicking and tweeting—

I AM PRESIDENT!  I AM PRESIDENT! BIDEN IS NOT PRESIDENT ELECT, BECAUSE I AM PRESIDENT FOREVER!  SO, FOREVER YOU MUST TREAT ME WITH RESPECT THOUGH I WILL NEVER RETURN THE FAVOR, BECAUSE I AM KING OF THE HILL, AND TIS TIME TO RALLY MY TROOPS TO ATTACK DEMOCRATIC PRINCIPLES THUS PERPETUATING MY TAKE OVER OF THE UN-UNITED  STATES OF trump ...

My take:

mr trump—the time has come to admit to yourself that that’s not the way your four year reign of terror is about to end—please exit stage right.  Gag will be removed once The White House is out of sight ...

And as that’s my vision of ‘the end’ once Jan. 20th rolls into D.C., gag will be kept handy, knowing trump’s history of—It's ALL about ME!

As for now, tis time for my family to Zoom Sunday NFL on TV—suggestive of lots of pandemic inner tension being released.  So, the question of the moment proves to be—Where were my ear plugs last seen?

🙋🏻‍♀️Annie

OBSERVATION IS DECEPTIVE WHEN SELF-AWARENESS LACKS INSIGHT CONCERNING DEPTH PERCEPTION

 Will, David, Andi, Michael and I just arrived home after caravanning in three vehicles, balloons flying and horns a honking past Celina and Steven’s house in celebration of Ravi’s sixth birthday, and clearly, Ravi loved our surprise as much as her gramma loved planning a way for our hearts, which are happily intertwined, to be safely involved.  Photos to follow once Steven sends them to me🙋🏻‍♀️❤️🎂😊

On another note—Over these past twenty (plus) years my sister has become involved in a wide variety of groups, which is what I chose for myself during much younger years while teaching and raising three bright and active boys before my inner drive to write was fueled by subconscious need to grow ever more reflectively introspective about each stage of my life in order to understand, more deeply, how one personal experience led directly to the next as emotional complexity continued to layer up until my need to compartmentalize each experience offered me sound reason to actually develop into the person I’d thought myself to be.  And thank goodness, my desire to write whatever I’ve gained in insight has re-channeled my love of teaching in person toward expressing life lessons that prove classic, via my blog, which is being read in over eighty nations, throughout the world.🥰

And so, upon reflection, as my sister and I have continued to age, our lives have evolved in ways that are actually not as dissimilar as might appear on the surface at first glance.

Once again, I can’t help but wonder when my brain will freely release true stories, beginning in high school, where I’d paused at the precipice of my personal face-off with heart/lung cancer ...

🙋🏻‍♀️Annie

WITH YOUR ATTITUDE OF PATIENCE AND MINE INTACT, TOMORROW HAS FINALLY BECOME TODAY—HOORAY!

Tis the day after Thanksgiving, and hopefully, having pocketed trump’s non-concession statement acknowledging Biden’s win, you and I can feel free (at last) to post in celebration of our President Elect (in whom we’ll place our trust for sound reason), who, having been admitted into the inner sanctum, will be briefed over these next several weeks, and what a relief it is to officially embrace Biden’s empowerment as the people’s President Elect rather than waiting (and wasting) additional weeks before his Covid task force gets underway with immediacy following his inauguration on Jan. 20, 2021.

And having clarified my personal relief—let’s consider this next train of thought more seriously than ever before—if we’ve felt the immoral whip of trump’s forked tongue lashing away at the truth, quickening our fearful sense of breathlessness as if awaiting a necktie party’s noose tightening around our necks if we failed to follow the dictator’s bidding, over these last four years, then imagine the complexity of emotions experienced by African American descendants of slaves, who have feared being unjustly policed for close to three centuries after their ancestry had been caught, chained and cast, utterly terrified, into the dark, dank hold of slave ships bound for a nation, touting a constitution, which clearly states all (?) men are born free and equal—except for those who, being dark of skin, were considered 2/3rds human for voting purposes—while women and children, treated as chattel, were not regarded highly enough to be mentioned with respect for our existence, at all—in fact the amendment declaring women to be the equal of men has yet to be ratified in all 50 states, even today.  And don’t get me started on anti Semitic uprisings or trump’s negatively focused take on Muslims and Hispanics, leading me to ask ...

How many God loving creatures are actually hypocrites in some way that denial denies as being true?  The answer, my friends, is one and all, which is inclusive of you and me, too, and for that reason let’s switch from lapses in self awareness to seeing both sides of human nature staring back so clearly from within our own mirrors that we can’t, in good conscience, hate others for being as imperfectly human as each of us proves to be—though, when brotherhood and our justice system are in question, the brutal attitudes, demonstrated by trump’s clones (who, like the great pretender, care naught for any life but their own) are terrifying to say the least!

And then, we have the self righteous, whose morals lapse until Sunday rolls around when the good intentions of righteous folk, concerning brotherhood and justice, are left behind in churches after services are over, and as cars pull away, best intentions of all too many self righteous congregants remain discarded and forgotten, piling up under pews until hymn books are opened, next Sunday, yet again.  And again.  And with no attitudinal change for the better accompanying most right wingers into their homes, Rep. senators top the list of naughties handed to Santa as Xmas approaches in the weeks to come—with this heartfelt possibility—if you will please join us in admitting Joe Biden’s administration to be legit, thus honoring what’s good for our nation over party politics whenever a bill, protecting our populous from harm, has need to be passed into law then with a hearty HO HO HO! Santa may switch your name to the good guys’ list before leaping into his sleigh filled with presents on Xmas Eve as Rudolph, in the lead, lights the night sky with promises of better days to come, and on that positive note, I’ll pick up my soapbox, and feeling content with having had my say, bid you a safely masked, pensively peaceful, socially distanced, good day.

🙋🏻‍♀️Annie❤️🇺🇸

THANKFULNESS AND RELIEF OFTEN GO HAND IN HAND

When Van Jones expressed his personal reaction via national TV in the aftermath of the Biden/Harris win, I teared up, as well—

CNN— "I can't breathe". “That wasn't just George Floyd. That was a lot of people who felt they couldn't breathe. Every day, you're waking up you're getting these tweets and you don't know. And you're going to the store and people who have been afraid to show their racism have been getting nastier and nastier to you ... This is a big deal for us just to be able to get some peace and to have a chance for a reset."

A chance for Van to show his sons that mutual respect, truth, character, equality and justice matter. 

Why?  Because our president and all of those who are expected to protect us from harm must not be cowards or racists.

(CNN)Dr. Shirlee Xie took care of five patients with Covid-19 the last time she worked at her Minneapolis hospital.

One recovered and was discharged after a week-long stay in the hospital. Two patients, including a 41-year-old woman terrified of dying alone, were sent home on hospice care, which is medical care provided to those with terminal illnesses.

The final two patients were a married couple in their 80s who hadn't been apart in 62 years. They were put in a room together, where the husband watched his wife slip away.

"The wife got sicker and sicker and she died in the hospital, and her husband had to watch her die, and so he had to see that fear and that grief," Dr. Xie said, wiping away tears, in an interview Tuesday with CNN's John Berman and Alisyn Camerota on "New Day."

"I don't think you can describe how that feels to us as their caretakers to have to see that kind of suffering from patients. You know, that was me in one day at the hospital. This is, all of my colleagues are experiencing this at every hospital across Minnesota, and I think it's just really hard to comprehend that weight."

Why?

Because our current president has 70,000,000 Americans believing that the Covid death threat is a ‘trumped up’ lie, spread by Democrats to undermine the economy—

Why?

Because he who deals from the bottom of the deck believes everyone else does, too—noth’in new about projection when referencing trump—however, this IS new—never before have we elected a president who couldn’t care less how many people die of a virus on his watch as long as he saves face, because his insecurity is so great that he can never own up to any of his mistakes.

And so, of many changes for which I give thanks on this day of Thanksgiving here are three—the fact that we’re soon to follow the lead of a president who values the well-being of our lives as he does his own.

The fact that I am on this side of heart/lung surgery.

 And the fact that our family harmonizes melodically, and though we can’t gather at Steven’s, today, to celebrate Thanksgiving and Ravi’s sixth birthday, we all have sound reason to shout out Hip Hip Hooray!

Why?

Well, since we can’t party, together, at Celina and Steven’s house, Steven is driving Ravi to our house to celebrate with Gramma, Papa and Uncle Scott (who chose to quarantined inside his apartment, alone, for 14 days and tested negative for Covid twice before driving directly home to quarantine with us) and though we three will be inside, looking out at our patio where Steven plans to BBQ red hots and all the fixings for lunch—this meal, being one of the birthday girl’s all time favorites, we’ll enjoy being with family—safely and creatively!

Then—as Andi and Michael plan to stop by our patio after we zoom with Barry’s family (in CA) and my sister’s family (in IL), today may shape up to be a Thanksgiving offering each of our hearts lots to celebrate—together—after all is said and done!  And I hope that, upon reflection, the same proves true of your Thanksgiving celebration of gratitude, too.

😍👩🏻Annie

ROASTING STUFFING—WHICH PROVES BEST— INSIDE THE OVEN OR INSIDE THE BIRD?

 If you ask me, I’d say stuffing roasted Inside the bird is the best!  Why?  Because, while I’d decorated our table and prepared all of our traditional sides for thirty five guests, my dear friend, Andi, was our turkey roaster-extraordinaire for many years, and I can attest to the fact that the mouth watering succulence of her stuffing, which I love, is based in having been basted to perfection inside the bird. 

As I’ve been unwell, over these past two years (inclusive of the first year when my chest pain and headaches were misdiagnosed by several physicians) my husband and sons took over the cooking until, this year, when Covid prevented our family from flying in, so my husband, Irwin, determined to enjoy all of his favorites, spent several evenings, this week, cooking and while he poured over my recipes, I cheered him on from my bed (being short of breath suggests why standing, walking and even sitting continue to present a challenge).

Fortunately, Andi roasted enough stuffing-filled turkey for us, and on Thursday when she snd Michael drop off our portion at our front door, we’ll have homemade potato knishes, dough rolled by Irwin, stuffed and fried by Scott, awaiting their arrival.  If you ask my family which annual holiday feast is the best, Thanksgiving wins hands up—all around—and it’s only a day away!  Yum!🙋🏻‍♀️🥰

WITH MELTED MARSHMELLOWS TICKLING OUR NOSES😊

My dear friend, Pat, who just moved from the desert to the Midwest to reside near her family, e-mailed photos of this year’s first snowfall, which inspired my think tank to send her this heartfelt reply: 

It always warms my heart to hear from you, and as I came from the Midwest to the Southwest, your photos aroused childhood memories of the wonderment I’d felt every winter upon awakening to peer out of my bedroom window to find the first glistening snowfall of the year covering our lawn, shrubs and tall fir trees as Jack Frost beckoned me to wake my sister, bundle up and run outside with lots of fun in mind, two prunes and a carrot in hand in readiness to build a snowman, after which nothing ever felt better than cozying up in our kitchen’s pumpkin colored booth where my mother’s smile held out a pair of piping hot mugs of chocolate milk to warm our hands before melting marshmallows, floating on top, tickled our noses.🥰

And with the warmth of that memory, reminiscent of yesteryear winter cheer enticing my smile to gaze out of my window so as to enjoy today’s sunny, blue skied desert terrain, I hope our treasured families and friends enjoy a Happy Thanksgiving in good health while taking every precaution to remain safe until, vaccinated, we gather, together, and enjoy a group hug, which proves to have been a long time coming.

🙋🏻‍♀️❤️🇺🇸Annie

WITH THE APPROACH OF THANKSGIVING, 2020

 What’s on my mind?

Same song and dance concerning

Covid, which has proved true

Since March, 2019—with

A twist at the end of this post—

So if we follow

The bouncing ball

The lyrics will

Go something like this:

Please social distance

Please mask up

Please acknowledge this

Deeper truth:

If we’re to regain

Our nation’s good health then

Those who feel angrily divided

Have need to stand and re-unite so as to

Work together to save

Our economy from tanking by

Kicking Covid to 

Timbucktoo, which opposes

Every harmful decision

Spewing out of trump’s

Two-faced, revengeful

Poor loser’s brain, so

Intent is his immaturity to

Create as much havoc as

Possible before Biden’s

Inaugural address spotlights

Every issue left ignored

During trump’s

Reign of terror, which

Over these last four years has

Exposed our nation’s dire need of

Change for the better at all levels of

Government, suggesting that

trump’s administration has whipped away

The curtain behind which

Barbaric injustices have been

In desperate need of

Exposure ‘neath layers of

Corruption in such serious

Need of reconstruction as to

Have awakened a widespread

Sense of heartfelt immediacy

As seen by millions of

Protestors, made up of

All nationalities, colors and

Religiosity marching in

Peaceful solidarity through every

State of our nation

As more people than

Ever before embrace

Martin Luther King’s dream as

Our own, and with

The approach of

Thanksgiving 2020

Millions upon millions of Americans

Feel thankful for conscientious changes in

Self awareness concerning

Complacent attitudes, which

Have finally been clearly

Identified and openly acknowledged

At last, and today as the election was

Finally conceded to Biden

MLK and RBG are dancing

A Horah in heaven while singing

Free at last!

Free of trump, at last! 

🙋🏻‍♀️❤️🇺🇸🍗

BETTER IS MY FAVORITE WORD, TODAY

Sleep didn’t come easy this week.

Wednesday evening, I learned that my Aunt Rose, who lives in the same Midwestern senior residence that was home to my mom, was diagnosed with pneumonia.  Being that Aunt Rose is in her late nineties, the ER doc sent her home with a ZPak, in hopes of protecting her from coming in contact with Covid.

Thursday afternoon, Andi’s Michael felt tightening in his chest and was hospitalized, over night. Friday’s bloodwork, echo cardiogram and stress test were fine, so thank goodness, he’s home, safe and sound.

Their son, Ryan is doing better and no one in his family is worse, so that’s good, considering how seriously ill Covid patients can become.

Thank goodness, everyone is feeling somewhat better, today.  Even so, all of this has tired me, making it easy to quarantine.

Tis Saturday morning and—

No question about it—Good news enhances my vitality

My Aunt Rose, whose eyesight and hearing are close to nil while arthritis remains painful, is beginning to feel better

Ryan’s family is no worse

Michael was restful through the night

Steven and Ravi are coming, this afternoon

David, who has remained quarantined inside his apt. over these past 10 days, will reach day 14 on Wed. at which time he plans to drive to our desert home after his second Covid test proves negative.  And as he plans to quarantine inside our home till the first of the year, reason to smile is mine.

Barry’s family is well.

 Ravi’s birthday, being on Thanksgiving, may see plans formulating to delight our six year old with a festive drive-by her home—

As every day carries us closer to the Biden/Harris inauguration, that’s a very good thing.

So, hopefully this coming week will be filled with less reason for tension layering up, though as with our approach to every week, whatever awaits each of us can only be experienced, one day at a time, so let’s hope today offers up lots of reasons to smile, and if a *hint of laughter is cast into the mix, causing our levels of serotonin to rise, what a blessing that will be for each of you and me, too.

Please, in hopes of beating corona so as to stay well and save our economy in the long run, let’s social distance and mask up so that, during this current spike in Covid, we won’t find state after state mandating lockdown..

If united with science and each other we’ll crush Covid then common sense suggests that remaining divided, we lose to Covid, again and again, and if that’s not good and if not good is no where near better then what is the only choice common sense has left to offer to you and me, too?  Yup. rather than better, the word of the moment is bound to be—Worse—suggesting that we’ll be left holding the soggy bag in which worse can’t stop itself from sticking all over my favorite word, better, and once better resembles a cactus with stickers that’s the worst, which is why the end of today’s post feels as crummy as the mess that trump is purposely worsening throughout our country, and since I can’t seem to get this post to end with worse switching to better, I’d ‘best’ suggest leaving well enough alone and call it a wrap—hey!  Did you see what just magically happened?  After all was said and done, determination just pulled the word ‘best’ out of a hat’, so having ended today’s post on an up note, after all, I feel somewhat better, so let’s bid each other a good night and pick up where we left off, tomorrow—or not, being that no one knows what tomorrow may bring 🙋🏻‍♀️🙃 🇺🇸

WHOM AMONGST US HAS BEEN MANDATED TO MASK UP FOR MANY YEARS?

 Do you want your surgeon to unmask?

Wearing masks in the USA is not nearly

As new as you may have concluded—

Ever ask yourself why

ALL surgeons and

ALL ‘OR’ nurses

Scrub, glove and MASK UP before

Performing every surgery?

It’s not to protect themselves but rather

To conscientiously protect

The open vulnerability of

Their patients from catching

Any contagious infection, which

 Being airborne, may be harbored within

The hospital staff, unknowingly ...

Mind you, these people of

Science do not wait till

They are symptomatic to mask up

They mask up for every surgery while

Being wholly asymptotic, because

They know that contagion can begin to

Spread from person to person before

The carrier feels even so much as

One hint of being infected, at all

So what does it take to

Convince people’s minds that

Masks are medical

Not political

A deadly pandemic?

Thousands of deaths, every day?

Well—Believe it or not—

When you’re a trumper

Hundreds of thousands of deaths

Seem not to matter, at all

Annie👩🏻🇺🇸

WHY IS LOVE MY #1 STRESS RELIEVER?

 *Good morning.  On a lighter note than has been true since Nov. 3rd velcroed our minds to election results, the highlight of my day, yesterday. took place upon receiving a FaceTime call from my grand daughter, Ravi, who, having removed her training wheels, this week, expressed her delight in riding her two wheeler, alongside of Daddy, all the way home from the park, which is a couple of blocks from her house.

As Ravi’s happy news led our shared sense of pride concerning her newest achievement into enjoying our very first girl-to-girl, full fledged conversation, we chatted over whatever came to mind concerning this or that.  my pleasure continued to deepen while watching Ravi‘s facial expressions (she turns six a week from today), mirroring a host of emotions parading through her mind as she and I hopped, skipped and jumped from one topic to another, offering me as much fun as watching the reactiveness of a mime whose expressiveness had suddenly developed an independent voice so sweet, self confident and thoughtful as to melt my heart.

For example, when Ravi‘s body language expressed enthusiasm while letting me know that— “The Crud’s 2, is coming out on MY birthday!” I replied, “They probably chose that date to make a very special child feel extra happy.”  Rolling her beautiful blue eyes in disbelief, Ravi replied, “Gramma, I don’t think that’s true.”  So with tongue in cheek, I followed up with, “but Ravi, Uncle David works in Hollywood, and he may have asked them to offer you a birthday surprise”—at that, my grand daughter’s skeptical facial expression lit up with a natural burst of animation and with hand on hip and eyes twinkling mischievously, she stopped to think for a moment before conceding her original position as these words flew out on her sweet smile—“Well—I guess that could possibly be true”—and with that, our spirits landed on an imaginary up swing, offering our love connection a happy ride through fantasyland until Ravi led our topic of conversation toward including a trampoline followed by her adorable confession concerning taking a scissor to her hair, which led our conversation toward the inclusion of another pair of funny stories to share in a post when my processor, feels less weary, once today’s low energy level refuels.  Guess I over did whatever I thought I could do, yesterday.

Hoping your work day isn’t over taxing, I’m imagining each of you making the best of whatever worrisome reality may be stressing you out.

As for me, my #1 stress reliever connects my sense of humor interactively with my loved ones’ positive attitudes as often as possible, as happened naturally and cheerfully, yesterday, when almost six year old Ravi FaceTimed her Gramma Annie, fueling my heart with delight.

👵🏻🥰Gramma Annie🙋🏻‍♀️🇺🇸

NATIONALLY AND RATIONALLY, WE HAVE NO TIME TO SPARE

20 degrees in the Midwest and 90 degrees in the southwestern desert in mid November suggests effects of climate change to everyone except for those masquerading as ostriches, heads buried in the sand, filling ears with barriers so dense that brains hear nothing indicative of present day death threats to national much less international security.

With millions of head-buried ostriches sinking in quicksand, intent upon dragging us down with them, we should be plucking feathers and heating tar as fast as we can in readiness to run trump and his clones out of D.C. way before Jan. 21st, because they care not to save thousands of Americans who are sure to die resultant of their US senators’ acquiescence to selfish inaction concerning our national emergency, which sees us in need of saving as many healthy lives as possible from succumbing to Covid in the weeks ahead, when hospital beds to receive patients in dire need of professional expertise, respirators and TLC have  dried up—leaving those bereft of loved ones to die alone, holding hands with nurses at the bitter end ... while trump is doing nothing more than swinging clubs, and spewing lies on Twitter as well as out loud, each with criminal intent to rally his troops to take to the streets and do harm to any whose views oppose his own, and as such, instead of remaining ensconced within The Oval Office, puttering our lives away with golf club held aloft in hand, trump’s thick skull should be seriously imprisoned, and his golf clubs tossed away, today, freeing Biden to assume the presidency with immediacy so as to institute provisions declared vital to life saving by physicians specializing in contagious diseases.

Honestly, it has to be illegal for a president’s silence, concerning Covid, to condemn tens of thousands of innocent US citizens to death, over these next several weeks—when—with hand on bible—reflection turns the spotlight of deeper truth upon trump swearing to protect all Americans from harm during his Inauguration Day address, whereas, quite soon, his faithful cronies will be pardoned of crimes against the state, and his own crimes against his countrymen snd women will be swept under the rug so as to carry on the asinine pretense of one man’s need to save face in hopes of maintains his false belief of being both feared snd adored by one and all, forever ... how often must adults reread the Emperor’s New Clothes, King Midas, and the shamefaced Wizard of Oz before the moral of this grouping of stories, each concerning the overbearing nature of corrupted power, sinks in?

How can we live with ourselves, knowing that all of this is audaciously happening while we do nothing to save people, who are alive and healthy, today, from catching and succumbing to Covid within the weeks to come?  I just don’t get it!

I just don’t get the fact that The Senate has not yet UNITED the STATES to stand in solidarity to stop this mass murder from taking place right before our wide open, well educated eyes—in fact living in Ostrichland makes me feel as crazy as when I learned that terrified children, torn from the arms of their anguished parents, had languished in cages, where more than 500 are still locked up, pining for the safety of their parents’ arms, feeling so deeply confounded, betrayed and enraged at being abandoned as to never recover from the magnitude of trauma perpetrated upon them by a devilish mind that cares nothing for the pain of the most vulnerable human beings on earth.  Why, if we profess to be a civilized nation, is this sociopath still walking nakedly amongst us, free of persecution while denying Americans the most elemental of human rights—to live a healthy life—when masking up and social distancing is all he has to do, knowing that millions of red hats will follow his lead.

I just don’t get it.  I mean, where are the marches made up of millions, demanding the doors of The Oval Office be thrown opened to welcome Joe Biden, who is seriously ready to take on gargantuan responsibilities concerning the welfare of the American people—right now!

Geez—today’s intuitive outpouring offers me reason to imagine tightly wound coils of fury stuffed behind my wall of denial, deep within a subconscious pocket of my mind where patience is wearing so thin as to snap!👩🏻🤬

Though I don’t know if Ohhhm is going to ease the tension, which must be layering up deep inside my brain, I plan to muster the inner strengths necessary to relax my mind in hopes of continuing to heal from recent surgeries, as peacefully as possible, knowing that if nothing changes for the better, over these next several weeks, I’ve voiced my ire—in fact, since trump cares not a fig about anyone other than glorifying himself—I’ll not be surprised to see things worsen as he rallies his cult-like troops to rise up and squelch common sense with lie after lie.  Simply put—if the mad man in The Oval Office won’t leave of his own accord, then every sensitive fiber of my being feels that his soulless, twittering twisted think tank must be carried out, ASAP!

You see, I’ve come to believe that much about our political power structure, which worked well for two hundred years, must be outdated, because, over these past fifty years, our separation of powers proves so dysfunctional as to be in need of change for the better, ASAP.

And for the sake of clarity, my definition of ASAP—concerning dethroning the yellow coiffed Wizard of Oz, who appears capable of destroying our nation, is—today without delay.

And if that seems impossible then, tis time to choir up and belt out the inspirational lyrics and melody of the song—To Dream The Impossible Dream.👩🏻🇺🇸

One last personal perception for today—Thankfully, my precious grandchildren are young with active minds, eager to absorb learning, so—as frustrating as this school year has been for parents, children and educators, alike, the fact that our young—who may be experiencing a lost year of learning in a cheerful environment along side their friends—are bright with flexible minds, suggesting that if parents maintain the feat of embracing an attitude of cheerfulness, at home, our little ones will catch up with themselves once schools’ faculties, feeling re-stabilized, welcome children into classroomsm safely and wholeheartedly rather than fearfully, come Fall.

Upon running that thought past Steven, he agreed, knowing that Ravi, a kindergartener, who had loved school, has felt a natural resistance to virtual, on-line learning, and who can blame her bright mind from wandering away from hours spent staring at a screen, when she’s experienced school as having been adventurous, intriguing, entertaining and lots of interactive fun with lots of friends.

As we know, a parent’s attitude generally inspires the same to develop within the mind of a child, and as this pandemic demands that adults step up so as to develop gains in self awareness concerning the importance of achieving Herculean feats in many of life’s arenas as never before—speaking as a parent and teacher, myself, my hat is off to all of you who are home schooling your young, and as to those of you who, in addition to assuming that hat, are also working from home, you are truly amazing, and if no one’s told you that then those who love you are remiss in supporting your best efforts to go above and beyond until leadership in D.C. stops exacerbating havoc by dodging presidential responsibilities relating to every aspect of life throughout every state, whether red or blue, within the  entirety of the USA.👩🏻🇺🇸

HEALTH UPDATE—NOVEMBER, 2020

Dear Family and Friends,

I am patiently looking forward to ending this lengthy period of hibernation with my health intact (but without a roly-poly pair of furry little cubs, toddling after me, hungrily seeking blueberry bushes,  LOL

Though iron poor blood may still be mine, I stopped taking supplements, last week, because my stomach, which rebelled, big time, refused to tolerate them, even every-other-day.  Next week will see me tested at Mayo.

This week, my pain level has decreased, again, which is a very good thing since I’ve been weaning off of pain meds, over these past two months.

I find it interesting to note that my intuitive powers can write for long periods of time though engaging my processor in conversation drains my think tank of energy so quickly that within a matter of minutes, my eyelids feel too heavy to hold open.

As to shortness of breath, that may be problematic for quite a while, so my walker is pretty much my companion whenever I’m on the move.

Unfortunately, Covid has invaded the homes of some of our dearest friends. Thankfully, none have been hospitalized, and some have already recovered.

As to my family, all are well, and I hope the same is true of yours.

As always, Will joins me in gathering all of you within a heartfelt group hug, which we’ll enjoy for real once a Covid vaccine has been approved, freeing us of need to socially distance as we smile, safely unmasked, at last.  Until then, I’ll patiently send my love to each of you (and Will’s, too) through the looking glass of our Arcadia door.😘 

🙋🏻‍♀️❤️🇺🇸Annie

PUTIN THE TOOTHPASTE BACK INTO THE TUBE

This post was penned on Nov. 4th, posted on the 16th—

‘Putin’ the toothpaste back into the tube is no easy task.

Biden has been telling us that we’re in a battle for the soul of our nation since his campaign began.

Paraphrasing, Thomas Friedman, columnist for The NY Times—Is this the last weekend that we’ll see America as we know it? ... America, where free and public elections actually happened ... If free elections ‘break’ it’ll be really hard to put the toothpaste back into the tube ...

It’s 1AM on Nov. 4th

Election Day has come and gone, meaning it’s one hour into Tomorrowland, and I, like millions of others, have not yet slept.

I hope to sleep through the wee hours and awaken at a decent time, today, to find that a decent candidate for President of the United States is in the lead.

While removing my pearls, worn in celebration of RBG, I found myself looking skyward, asking a certain heaven sent angel-in-training for a miracle, knowing RBG to have been a miracle worker, concerning woman’s rights, throughout her lifetime on planet Earth.

You see, I, like Helen Keller, have sound reason to believe in miracle workers.  Miracle workers have worked their magic four times for me in that that’s the number of times I’d awakened, alive in the ICU, my spirit experiencing a renewed chance to thrive.

You can expect me to add more to this post when, upon awakening later this morning, hopefully, we’ll find that overnight, the number of ballots counted for Biden will have risen to such heights as to have turned red states blue, because otherwise, while we were caught sleeping, our democratic way of life, which can never be taken for granted, may have literally disappeared, overnight ... 👩🏻🇺🇸

It’s 10:40AM, Nov. 4th.

Good morning,

It’s Election Day #2

CNN—

The trump campaign is arguing that mail-in ballots, still to be counted, will break in Trump’s favor. That statement directly contradicts the President’s assertion that mail in ballots, though perfectly legal, should stop being counted. His campaign believes trump will win Arizona by a narrow margin, as well as Pennsylvania. And yet again, we see trump offering up another head spinning conundrum as summarized by our two faced Republican leader—mail in ballots should be dumped unless they add up in favor of trump.

“We are confident of our pathway. We are confident in our math. We are viewing some of these races as math equations,” campaign manager Bill Stepien said, adding, “We project with confidence because of the math we believe is in front of us.” 

Hopefully, trump’s campaign staff is as bad at math as they are at science ... 👩🏻🇺🇸

With sheer grit, patience and belief in the dignity of every man, woman and child, a majority of the people of The United States of America are determined to hand this Presidency to Biden, fair and square!  Our democracy depends on it.

👩🏻🇺🇸

Yesterday’s numbers made mustering patience close to impossible.  Thank goodness, after turning off our TV, sleep came, and so far, this morning, Nov. 4th, I’ve not turned on CNN, knowing that as soon as the remote is in hand, I’ll be hooked, as was true, all day, yesterday.  Biden’s got to win or four more years of trump will do us in.

I’m hoping to find that, having decided to set mail-in ballots to one side as votes cast at the polls are counted first, the best has been saved for last—

🙋🏻‍♀️🇺🇸

Tis no surprise that on Nov. 16th, though Biden has won, fair and square, trump, who is not so gracious as to have conceded, continues to rile his followers to protest the legality of this most closely examined election, thus placing the national security of the American people at risk of succumbing to acts of terror and Covid 19, being that trump’s infantile need of constant adoration from red hatted masses places his followers in danger at every super spreader event planned to rally the troops round their fallen leader, who, as long as he lives, will never stop spewing mind blowing, self-aggrandizing lies, which sadly, his cultists continue to buy hook, line and sinker as if his mere presence switches the spotlight solely in his direction, dimming all sense of mindful intelligence that’s squeezed into every narrow minded red hat in his audience.  

Until this election, I, who write about need to heighten self awareness, had no clue as to the shallowness of nearly half of our nation’s population.  With shallowness, deeper truths are missed.

Perhaps tis time to change trump’s name for no other reason except for the fact that I, for one, have throughly tired of hearing it rain down on the peaceful transition of political power that we, the American people, who voted fair and square, conferred upon Biden’s team ...

Perhaps, my ire will calm down by referring to mr. trump as mr. humpty dumpty for no other reason than this seems to end today’s insight-driven train of thought (begun two weeks back before somehow, disappearing into drafts) with reason to laugh at the truth, because, wall or no wall, all of Midas’s men can’t Putin humpty together, again.

🙋🏻‍♀️🇺🇸

NGU GETS UP, AGAIN AND AGAIN ...

I love every encouraging email, text, patio visit, and phone call (fielded by Will) as well as delicious meals, batches of cookies, colorful bouquets of blooms and small tender-hearted gifts received from family and friends—and though I admit to two or three desperately unhappy meltdowns during difficult months of chemo preceding recent surgeries, it’s also true that this past year has seen emergent bursts of courage inspiring my spirit to sooth physical miseries while I continue to carve out a path toward healing all of me by focusing my mind’s eye upon achieving that goal, step by step, with patience intact for these reasons—when it comes to lengthy recoveries from life saving surgeries, this is, by far, not my first rodeo, and since this last year has been spent moving forward through my most challenging recovery, ever, my family continues to rally around, offering heartfelt encouragement, daily, and adding to my good fortune, I get along with an outpouring of help from my friends.😘

So though I write a lot about personal need to amass a host of inner strengths over each person’s lifetime, I believe that we who grew up within the loving embrace of family and friends, find ourselves heading toward healing from life’s adversities more thoroughly than those whose role models proved to be passive aggressive, emotionally distanced or over wrought, hand wringing adults who did little more than pace, back and forth, creating threadbare rugs while crying into half empty cups.

I watched my dad cry after losing one business to bad investment followed by another to fire without sufficient insurance to cover his losses.  Then, having watched my first hero release suppressed emotion, naturally, I was there when he dried his eyes and saw his way, clearly, toward making sound use of intuitive creativity, which set a plan into action that saved Dad’s dream house (which, alongside our delighted father, we watched rise up from below ground level to include a pair of spacious second floor bedrooms) from being sold out from under him.

While watching my dad

Fall down

Get up

Fall down

Get up

Get up

Get up

Get up

And recover, Rocky Style, so determined was he to take loving care of his family, he’d had no conscious clue of how often he’d inspired his daughters to take hold of and run with the baton until one day, after I’d been transferred out of the ICU, Dad asked me where my spirited attitude had gathered so much in the way of inner strength, and without so much as a moment’s hesitation, my drug-soaked smile replied—from spending my life watching you and mom stand up to adversity, again and again ... more fleshing in of my sleepy reply to my beloved, courageous father will be penned in a story at a later date.  

🙋🏻‍♀️❤️🤕💃🏻

WHAT A DIFFERENCE A DAY MAKES😊

Last night, we watched Chris Cuomo and Don Lemon, on CNN, engaging in an impassioned discussion over the fact that a majority of red hatted Senators will not give voice to the fact that trump (who continues to ignore every national issue in favor of spewing out a passel of lies on Twitter concerning the fraudulent nature of his loss to Biden), must stop hanging his head in seclusion, concede the election to Biden, and open the doors of The Inner Sanctum as is customary of outgoing presidents for reasons of national security and in this case to save hundreds of thousands of Americans from succumbing, unnecessarily, to Covid based in trump’s petulant, poor loser immaturity, which prioritizes winning over saving lives as if the American people are at war with our president’s gargantuan ego—do you know how many millions of us, whose fairly tabulated votes have clearly voiced our need for change, join me in chanting Fair and square!  Fair and square!  Fair and square! Because we refuse to stay stuck, sinking in quicksand alongside of trump and his tongue-tied clones, overlong.  Because Our Lives Matter as much as his.  Because as long as this virus is raging, millions more will catch it and hundreds of thousands will die or develop physical problems, over time, or find no hospital bed and fully exhausted medical staff available.  Because schools and businesses will open snd close indefinitely, and the economy will tank because lock down will be inevitable if not on trump’s watch then because he handed his outrageous mess to in-coming Biden, and all of this seems criminal to me, because all trump needs to do is to wear a mask, social distance, quarantine when necessary and direct his people to follow his lead.  And when I choose the word criminal, I mean that literally.

Because all roads, heading toward national disaster, lead back to trump’s fiasco, so if lock down occurs on Biden’s watch, reality suggests that, too, will be on trump’s head while this consummate liar denies deeper truth—nothing new about that ...

Following Cuomo and Lemon’s back-to-back programming, we chose to enjoy a documentary (as suggested by Barry to stimulate our minds in positive ways by learning something new, every day).  This one, concerning Primates, proved as entertaining as informative.

During the afternoon, we enjoyed Shainie and Michael (college friends, living in Washington State) whose patio visit (separating one couple from the other by our glass Arcadia door), is now planned to take place, weekly, until these dear friends drive back to their primary home in the spring, and being that my sense of well being was attacked by less pain, today (until evening), I found myself spray-cleaning the fabric of our patio chairs, which has taken a beating, over these last several months, for good reason, with so many meals being consumed by family and friends, all of whom are eagerly welcomed to bring a meal and dine, outside.

Having yearned to accomplish this goal for several weeks, I was so glad to see my energy level match the task at hand that my spirit felt inspired to thrive while getting the job done, after which, I enjoyed a peaceful nap, suggesting, yet again—what a difference a day makes once my mind taps into heartfelt emotion infused with positive focus concerning out nation’s future, again. 

Oh—Yes!  Another milestone inspired smiles, all around—Yesterday, Ravi took off on her bike, sans training wheels, for the very first time in her life, and as seen and heard in the delightful video, sent to us via texting with Steven, Ravi’s light hearted spirit is seen cycling while chanting aloud—-Pedal! Pedal! Pedal! Hard!  Pedal! Pedal! Pedal! Fast! Just as her #1 cheerleader, Daddy, coaching his favorite nearly six year old buddy with patience intact, was heard whispering the same so as to spur Ravi’s self confident smarts toward accomplishing yet another sterling, step by step, personal goal—Hooray for the fact that, once again, this sweet child’s self image, feeling deeply loved, achieved yet another happy sense of personal success!

What a difference a day makes when positive attitudes lead a pair of best buds to hold hands while patiently spurring each other’s spirits toward achieving what may have, at first, felt like the impossible dream 😊😊Annie

PS

Ever since Blogger changed to a new format, I’ve not yet figured out how to add videos to my posts—however, no worries plague my peace of mind based in the fact that with patience and positively focused determination intact, the temporary nature of this dilemma will surely be resolved, somewhere down the road.

So here’s a personal motivator employed to calm my mind when anxiety based in frustration or fear threaten to ruin my day—I consciously remind myself that tomorrow will most likely feel better, so all I have to do is to make it through today, and generally, with the emergence of that deeper truth, a load of mental irritation lifts, pretty much right away.🤓

In reaction to a friend’s Facebook post, this train of thought flowed clearly out of the intuitive portion of my mind:

Currently, I am working through the process of embracing this fact of life:  At this point in time there’s nothing I can do to stop a tantruming trump from stalemating  our nation’s need to transition peaceably toward Biden’s inauguration on Jan. 20th in hopes of saving thousands of lives from succumbing to Covid, over these next two months, and the fact that my brain felt too stimulated, last night, for sleep to come until a change in my attitude saw me relax at 3am inspires me to believe that my think tank is presently processing proactively through change for the better by working toward calming my over stimulated mind so as to release suppressed frustration, one bite sized portion at a time, knowing that with patience intact, I’ll, once again, reactivate my personal goal, which proves to be the retrieval of peace of mind each time a current event proves highly unjust.

As sleep didn’t come, last night, till 3am, I should have ended yesterday’s text with—peace of mind is mine until it’s not—based in the fact that suppressed frustration emerges, anew, each time I think of many thousands of healthy people, who are bound to succumb to Covid between now and Jan. 20th, unnecessarily.  So  having pumped up self awareness, again, now, I’m working to accept the fact that, having voted for Biden, this on-going issue with thousands dying is beyond my control, and it will serve me best to let go of suppressed frustration, which does not serve me well. 

Barry suggested challenging my think tank to re-energize in a positive way by seeking out something new to learn, every day—reaffirming my belief in the positive effect of brainstorming with like minds  🙋🏻‍♀️🇺🇸

POST ELECTION HIGH DEPENDS UPON POSITIVE FOCUS

Maintaining Post Election High Seeks An Attitude of Positive Focus ...

I’ve been texting with my cousin, Harry, in Miami—can’t believe everything all of my Floridian cousins have to do in preparation for each torrential tropical storm that hits hard though the eye of the hurricane most often bypasses their homes.

As often as I wonder why people rebuild in flood plains after entire towns are leveled, I’ll bet countless souls wonder why anyone would choose to move to the southwestern desert where summer temps rise above 115 degrees.  My answer?  We have air conditioning, and at summer’s end, our homes are still standing, and several months of glorious weather (no mud slides or raging fires endanger our urban/suburban lives).

Again, my therapist friends, working so many hours as to feel exhausted, tell me of clients, who, though employed, have need to control anxiety that spikes sky high now that their natural high over Biden’s win is experiencing withdrawal.

As to me, thank goodness, I’m feeling better, again, as long as I continue to remind any rise in anxiety, concerning Covid or trump, to relax until something actually changes, again, for the worse.

As a matter of fact, knowing that Biden was legally elected and trump’s litigious cases are being tossed out of court, one by one, I’ve decided to relax inner tension by gathering positives in my pockets as if gold coins, adding up, will buy me an umbrella with a silver lining on a darkly cloudy day.

For example, here are a few  golden facts, pocketed within the forefront of my mind: Both Biden and Harris are bright, affable, respected round the world, and our former VP is experienced in the inner workings of The White House.  

He’s known to be a gracious negotiator with many friends in the senate, both red and blue, and he and Harris are surrounding themselves with a brain trust of brilliant advisors, all of whom are already engaged with brainstorming in hopes of beginning the work (that’s gone undone), necessary to eventually resolving our nation’s most vital issues, Covid topping their list—and with all of that productivity happening at the helm (none of which was true, over these last four years), our future is finally in good hands, again, despite trump’s cronies’ desperately flailing attempts to dig in their fallen leader’s heels based in the fact that, being blind to denial of reality closing in on all sides, the hole they’re still digging is so deep that the whole kit’n kaboodle is bound to spiral straight into a personal hellhole of each one’s own making.

As statements concerning  Pfizer’s Covid vaccine offer us this week’s natural high, hopefully, our children will be in their classrooms, enjoying their classmates, by Fall; and in addition to my feeling better, so far my family’s healthy—the heat’s broken—friends are visiting on our patio while we peer, smiling through the Arcadia door—plenty of positives keeping my think tank too busy to be a worrywart, needlessly, and many of these positives were not yet true, last week, so, having consciously empowered my intelligence to lower my processor’s absorption of anxiety concerning whatever remains unknown, inner tension has had just cause to relax, and resultant of that change for the better in my attitude, peace of mind is mine until it’s not, at which time, I’ll remind myself to pad the pockets of my mind with every gold coin I can find🙋🏻‍♀️❤️🇺🇸 

IF HAPPINESS IS AN ATTITUDE THEN ...

First things first—today is a very special day.

Dearest Dad,

May you rest peacefully, eternally, with Mom by your side, as had been true for 59 years of marriage, through thick and thin—you always saw my precious mother as your beautiful bride while you loved each other, dearly, until death did you part when both of you were 87, leaving Mom to miss your loving presence until she’d celebrated her 100th birthday, after which, she flew into your waiting arms, and though we miss you both immeasurably and feel your presence and Mom’s amongst us, your children and grandchildren are celebrating wholeheartedly in honor of wishing our beloved Dad and Grandpa Morry a very happy 108th birthday, today—

And now, having prioritized familial love before my processor dives into today’s thoughts concerning the reality of current events m, here on Earth—let’s see what CNN had need to say—

 (Quoting CNN) “Oxford dictionaries change 'sexist' and outdated definitions of the word 'woman'”

That feels good.

Pfizer is close to offering up a Covid vaccine that is testing 90% effective.

That feels too good to be true, so I felt need to substantiate that claim.

(Quoting CNN) “Reality is setting in among President-elect Joe Biden's allies that the transition leading up to his January 20 inauguration may be more difficult than many inside Biden-world had assumed, two officials said Monday, with a legal fight now a possibility.

Biden told his allies over the weekend that he wanted to give Republicans -- and President Donald Trump -- a little time to accept the results of the election.

But the Trump-appointed General Services Administration administrator, Emily W. Murphy, whose job is to declare that there is a president-elect -- a move that triggers the transition process -- has not yet made that declaration. And the GSA issued a statement Monday inaccurately comparing Biden's win to the George W. Bush vs. Al Gore election of 2000, in which the outcome at this stage was in doubt.

The statement triggered worry in Biden's camp that it is facing a fight to get federal agencies to accept the legitimacy of the outcome of the 2020 election

Biden allies will start escalating their rhetoric on the matter, making the case for the election's legitimacy in television interviews and more, the officials said.”

That feels worrisome.

My daily attitude is based upon which news article the intuitive portion of my brain guides my spirit to focus most closely upon—that which worries my sense of well being or that which encourages my awareness to welcome change for the better taking place in real time.

Bottom line, here is the trio of life events that affect the sliding nature of my spirit’s sense of well being, every day—I can choose to concentrate the largest share of my mental focus on a power play attempting to push us back in time—or on a stalemate that freezes our think tanks within a worrisome state of mind—or on a current event in which the lengthy process of lasting change for the better is being proactively won, two steps forward, one back, for all concerned.

As all three choices describe the path that team Biden/Harris is currently treading, I train my brain to concentrate my focus, most often, upon each next positive step toward Inauguration Day.

You see, the fact that I credit our Pres-Elect’s experienced processor with actively absorbing the guidance of many of the world’s most brilliant advisors, determines the positive bent of my attitude, day after day.

So here’s what

Don’t worry

Be happy

Means to me—

While penning today’s train of intuitive thought, so much that’s beyond my control proves to be in hands fully capable of priming our sick with worry nation (over lack of leadership concerning so many crucial issues during the trump administration) that brainstorming sessions of experts prove necessary to recharging a deeply anxious, desperately worried populous, composed of both red and blue).  And as I am not one of those experts, thank goodness, I, understanding the importance of subscribing to the concept of division of labor, can coax my brain to relax inner tension, because, I’m not at the helm; Biden/Harris is, and my faith in their brain trust is strong.

In fact at this stage of my recovery from life saving (or life threatening, depending upon attitude) surgeries—I figure it this way—with so much being primed to create change for the better since the majority of we, the people of The United States of America voted for Biden/Harris to lead Americans of every age away from enduring four more years of barely surviving the blundering nature of the entire trump administration, it’s my choice to relax my worries concerning the well being of our nation in favor of embracing our democracy’s intent of ensuring bi-partisans participation in carving the step by step path toward recreating our own salvation so that each of our spirits, led by Biden and Harris, experiences a heightened sense of thriving as never before.

So—now that

The people have spoken by

Casting a majority of votes for

Placing change for the better

In the capable hands of

Kindhearted, experienced

Leaders, who care for

Your welfare and mine

Let’s agree to disagree while

Holding hands so as to take

 A proverbial leap of faith

 For this reason — 

Life proves too short to be

A worry wart, unnecessarily

Overlong, which is why

Intuition is guiding

My think tank to

Ask you to seriously

Consider taking hold of

My out-stretched hand

As we patiently join up with

The Exodus, which, having

Landed safely on

The clear sighted shoreline of

The Red Sea, yet again, finds

Our nation readying

The populous to walk

The Freedom Trail

Together, with our sights

Focused clearly upon

Approaching

The Promised land—

Free at last!

Free at last!

And now, having had

My version of MLK’s say

This train of thought, which

Pretty much determines

My personal choice of

Attitude, renewable, day by day

Adheres to this frame of mind:

Don’t be a worry wart, Annie

For too long a time

Instead of feeling stuck in an exhausted

Sad, frustrated, angry, confounded, scared or

Stalemated state of mind

Find sound reason to feel so hopeful as to

Be Happy while you’re still

On this side of the grass, knowing that

Socrates The Bard, Jochebed and

MLK and RBG

Will be eager to welcome you

Into the Pearly Gates

Once your name is

Inscribed on the top line of

Your personal page in

The Book of Choice vs Fate, where

Pluses and minuses will

Determine where

Your lifetime is about to

Land—Crashing into

The world’s hard headed

 Stone cold hearts of bullies still

Bellowing, Poor Me while burning

Within the firey furnace of

Damnation, below

Or gently ascending on

The playful wings of

Angels into fluffy white clouds

—Because—

Though tis true no one is

Perfect or angelic, upon

Reflecting over

Your lifetime and mine

The ultimate emergence of

Deeper truth

Determines each person’s

History as proving so

Bad as to be hell bent or so

Good natured as to have been

Heaven sent to accomplish

So much in the ways of

What proves good for others on

Planet Earth as to have been

Granted a round trip fare by

Fate, the day of return to be

Determined at a later date ...

And though I don’t really

Believe in heaven and hell

I do believe in miracles

Having experienced several, myself

Because it is within

Each person’s power to

Work toward creating

A sense of heaven on earth as

Determined by which attitude

You and I decide to

Absorb for ones’ own so as to

Project an attitude of hope with

Our loved ones, most

Often, at home as well as

Wherever we go for as long as

We’re so fortunate as to

Remain on planet Earth, freely

And proactively participating

In the on-going global goal of

Choosing to participate in the

Expansion of a circle of love

And as that’s an intuitive wrap

For today, I wish you

Peace and love and laughter

Until we meet, again ...

(Truly, I have no clue where

All of this comes from except

To say that, upon awakening

To each new day

A heartfelt sense of

Deeper truth suggests that 

My brain takes off on its own

And just won’t quit till

Intuition says:  That’s it!

🙋🏻‍♀️❤️🇺🇸