Everything Will Be OK

#GoodNews! Please share the positive vibe! 🌈🌎❤️ - Brave #Truckers are getting supplies to stores. - Brave clerks are stocking the shelves. - #Seniors get to shop first. - Carnival Cruise Line is offering their own, fully-staffed ships as floating hospitals to supplement the US Navy's USNS Comfort and USNS Mercy. - General Motors is increasing its medical equipment output, so we'll have enough ventilators. - Restaurants are using their kitchens, staff and food to feed kids. - NBA basketball players are writing checks to pay arena staff. - Construction companies are giving their masks to medical staff. - #Democrat governors and the #Republican President have put their enmity on hold to work together. We can be a nation divided, but I think a Japanese admiral said it best in 1941 of America, "We have awakened a sleeping giant." Right now, we're saying, "Hey, hold my beer. Watch this." In emergencies, we ALWAYS pull together. Soon, we'l

Practice Kindness

Here's a sweet image for you today. During the #COVID19 national emergency, please: Stay safe Think ahead. Be kind. It helps.

Samhain, an Ancient Sabbat

October 31st is Halloween for most Americans, but there are those of us in the Northern Hemisphere who believe in magick more ancient on this day. As the sun sinks and darkness awakes, pagans and Wiccans celebrate Samhain, a Gaelic word, pronounced "sow-(as in "cow")-EEN" or in some dialects, "sow-IN." For those of us who watch the Wheel of the Year spin through the cycles of Nature, 'tis the end of the vitally important harvest season.  Symbolically, the fair maiden of Spring has aged into a Crone, who holds the experience of the entire year -- a lifetime for some beings -- within her head and heart. She offers wisdom and guidance. The lengthening nights usher in a quiet time of reflection on the past year. "The Crone" by Angie Latham (❤️ this image, Angie !) In addition, the veil between the Living and the Dead grows gauzy thin, signifying the time when we can most easily communicate with ancestors and beloved pets long gone.

Thought for the Day

The Parachutist I was smoking a cigarette in the backyard after a long day at work, when a man in a parachute fell from the sky, right into the lilac bushes. I tossed the cigarette and ran up to him. "Are you okay?" I said. "I'm fine, just happy to get away from the enemy," he said. "The enemy? What enemy?" I said. "The enemy otherwise known as the mundane," he said. "That's peculiar," I said. "Be that as it may, the mundane has waged merciless war on me and millions of my fellow Americans for years," he said. "Would you like some water or lemonade? You've been through a lot," I said. "No, but do you happen to have a helicopter? I'd like to make another jump," he said. "Another random jump to nowhere? What good will that do?" I said. "It will do a lot of good. So much good, that I will no longer feel absolute pain," he said. "Surely there are other

The Final Decision

Yesterday afternoon, we had to euthanize our elderly dog, Squeaky, who's been living with kidney failure for about a month. I've been giving her subQ fluids since she returned from the ER, but this Monday, my husband and I realized that we'd been keeping her alive for us, not for her. As a friend mentioned, it was a tough realization. I scheduled a home #euthanasia service. I feel very grateful we could afford the service since it's much less stressful on the animal -- not having to go to a scary clinic for the last few minutes or hour of life -- and being in a safe, familiar space with all family members present. Squeaky was feeling pretty good yesterday, which made it paradoxically difficult, because I wondered if I should've waited, and easier, because she was able to roll in the grass (one of her fave hobbies) one last time. She settled easily between my husband and me on the grass, relaxed. Her brothers, Ted and Chip, were there, too. The #CaringPathway