Month: March 2017

Today I learned that fish can taste with their fins and tail as well as their mouth.  In this case, I am very glad NOT to be a fish.  We have a pond full of Koi. I feed them.  I

Keep reading.  There are two of you reading this at the same time. Exactly.  You see… The Laws of Physics affect our lives daily, whether we realize it or not.  They rule the Universe.  Quantum Physics challenge the time /

I read about all religions.  It interests me to learn about the various ways that people worship God, or the Higher Power,  Creator of the Universe, Yahweh, Allah, Jehovah, The Eternal Now, Mother Universe, Shiva, The Infinite, and… oh the

There are lines, and then there are circles. Sometimes. A line goes from point A to point B.  Just like that. And a circle, is continuous. There is no beginning and there is no end. No start, no finish.  Complete.

  Expectations.  That is what I just thought about.  If you do not have them, you are neither delighted or disappointed about an outcome. If you have high expectations, you may be let down.  And low expectations, you might be

Today was a big dang day.  As big dang days go. We went Splorin.  Better known as exploring.  Yes, at the end of the morning, we just got in the car, and started heading west. By no means are we

Today, I was reminded, again, and again, just how many good people are in my life.  I am so thankful for this.  They are golden. They are beautiful.  They embody grace, and decency, and benevolence. This is not a new

Tonight,  I am thinking of my ancestors.  The ones who came across the Atlantic Ocean, on boats.  My genealogy reads like a carbon copy of itself.  All the way across the board, on both my Mom & Dad’s lineages. All

“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”  ― Friedrich Nietzsche Music. I love it.  The things it can do to us.  The emotions it invokes.  The way it

  I was born into a Catholic family, and by the time I was a few days old, I was baptized into the Catholic faith. Little Polly Cecile, swaddling… in the arms of my Godparents Hilda and Bob Wehrman.  I