Plethora of Everything

-Written when my baby was almost a year old; I didn't finish the post back then because, baby didn't keep sleeping through the night!     Oh my baby?     He slept for 12 1/2 hours last night, 9 of which were uninterrupted by night wakings.     Sorry to sound like a bragging mom but, I'm a little entitled.     I spent 10 months suffering the horrendous effects of sleep deprivation. Many days I felt irritable, angry and zombie-like.             Some days the deprivation made me feel physically sick, others just depressed and hopeless.     Don't get me wrong, I had good days too but sleep deprivation and my baby's ongoing night wakings were taking a toll on every aspect of my life.     Me, me, me, I'm going on just about myself...  Imagine how my poor baby felt... waking up every couple of hours nearly every single night?!     There has been a lot of mommy-guilt associate...

Will man finally listen? Will man finally learn? That there are bridges than cannot be burned. Will man's survival need overcome his glutton and greed? Will man finally see how the value of just one seed represents how we all succeed? Will man finally let it sink in, as it sinks into his roof, that we're all one, all connected, under this brilliant sun? Will man finally accept the predictions were right, from Jesus Christ to scientists, climatologists... will man finally see the light? Surely he will. For the storm always passes. But when it does will man finally do something to control his masses? To assure we nurture rather than destroy, and that politicians are earnest, not coy, To assure we respect our universal mother, even when we can't get along, sister and brother. Right now mama tierra seems rather angry and sad, Overwhelmed, like she's feeling bad. Pumping tons of chemicals into earth's core, Man, that's not what we're h...

The deaths, damage and havoc left in Harvey's path are caused in part by the hand of man. Sand dunes, trees and natural occurring dams all help absorb storm water run off and prevent catastrophic natural events. Poor city planning doesn't allow for Mother Nature to properly do her job. For years an increase in flooding, earthquakes, wildfires, super storms and drought has been predicted by scientists and geologists. Therefore no one should be surprised by these catastrophic, sad occurrences. "The water has nowhere to go. There's too much concrete there," said a Texas-resident friend of mine today via a phone conversation. Photo of Houston flooding

I am part of the grand plan, the design of life. As the flower has its place to grow, so do I. We are here to live, learn, love and grow. Life is a journey. None of us are perfect but through openness to the eternal grace of the Universe/God we can grow closer to perfection and perfect bliss with each passing moment. Joy is yours. Joy is mine. We all are worthy of joy. The more joy we feel, the more we can share, hence making the world a better place. Love lives within me. I'm doing the best I can and every day I grow, learn and do better, easily, at a pace that's comfortable for me.

    How is it that a woman gets more respect and adoration from her partner when she's merely courted by him than when she's his wife, which entails: caring for his child 70+ hours a week, preparing his meals nightly, washing his dirty laundry, cleaning his house and listening to him snore? Free jpeg via google.com     One would think a woman would earn at least 5 times the respect and adoration she experienced as a man's 'girlfriend' once she's his wife, and the mother of his child.     Yet all too often it seems to reverse- respect and adoration dwindle as the woman's role becomes more and more demanding. Footnote: As is often the case in relationships, 24 hours can make a huge difference! Thankfully my spouse and I are getting along much better today than yesterday (which is when I wrote this post).

    Once there was a young woman that went to a psychic, hoping to communicate with her recently departed grandmother.     She sat down a couple of feet in front of the psychic, no table was between them.     As the psychic held a large crystal rock in her hands, she closed her eyes, and asked for guidance from the spirits to assist with the reading.     "I'm getting a very clear vision of you, recently... maybe 45 minutes ago... sitting on the toilet, taking a shit," said the psychic, her eyes still closed, holding the crystal.     Now the young woman knew she was very good at cleaning her ass, and even used baby wipes post-regular-wiping to assure her behind was clean.     And the young woman religiously washed her hands post potty-time to the tune of 'happy birthday' in her mind to assure she was washing a sufficient amount of time.     So, she knew the psychic's vision was real. The psychic had no way o...

I noticed a $7 fee on my PNC online banking account depicted as a 'service charge.' Upon calling PNC I discovered the institution has initiated a system in which it charges checking account holders with less-than-$500-balances 'regular, monthly fees.' " So your institution is essentially taking from those that have the least to give right ?"  I told the rep.  I assured her I knew this was in no way 'her fault' and took to twitter... and, quickly, to this blog to express my disgust and frustration. Copy of tweet I messaged PNC: I am DISGUSTED with your institution right now. A $7 fee because my checking account doesn't maintain a $500 minimum balance? So you're taking from the people that have the least to give? Yeah, I get it. You should be ashamed of yourselves. -Greedy, disgusting immoral banking pigs. As a mother and part time dog walker,I don't make a lot of money. However I still manage to donate to a few reputable...