Martha Beck Says....

"Imagine what you would do if it absolutely did not matter what people thought of you. Got it? Good. Never go back."

Trouble Ahead?

I didn't know what to call this episode. Sometimes trouble can be a blessing in disguise especially if we have a resistant personality. Moot point as we are going over the rapids this summer. Perhaps the kayak will right itself before we need to take a breath. Maybe not. It is a foreshadowing of what is to come. Here are the facts regarding the stars.
Uranus moves into Aries June 6th until August 13th. This is a fast chaotic energy that can energize or confuse. It will affect computers and the Internet. It is a preview of what is to come in March of next year only that configuration will last until 2019.
The last time these star signs appeared was 1928 and lasted until 1936. Draw your own conclusions. I consult with three astrologers every month for a general overview and they all say the same thing. We are heading in to a time of great and rapid change.
Well I am, as my new hip arrives June 10th so there is a personal reflection of the greater whole.
My feeling is that the huge oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico is going to play a part in the changes to come on a world wide basis. But that is me and it's early in the morning!
All we need do is be aware of ourselves as we are in the world and to honour our needs and those around us. I am sure the Earth has been through worse and will again. Everything is a lesson!
As more information comes I will pass it on.

Ghandi Says.....

"You must be the change you want to see in the world."


When asked what he thought of western civilization he replied,
"I think it would be a good idea"

John Donne Says... sort of.....

The bells of Hell go ding a ling a ling
They ring for you not me.
Oh Death where is Thy sting a ling a ling?
Oh grave Thy victory?

Those Were the Days....

Thank God they are over! I am now writing the long awaited epistle on frilly skirts and repression also known as the Fifties.
Now the reader who remembers the repression but not the frilly skirts was wearing trousers at the time at least we think so unless he has something he wishes to share.I on the other hand was stuffed into nylon at every opportunity. Said nylon was always in the form of a dress or a skirt as only boys were allowed trousers. Girls had to be feminine which was a synonym for uncomfortable. We had layers of net petticoats under the wretched skirts that would imprint the back of one's legs with tiny squares that itched like mad. Of course ladies never scratched! This led me to be sneaky. I blame the Fifties for my sneakiness.
This naturally led directly to repression. The War was over. We were all happy. To say otherwise was not done. One was never angry or sad or envious of others. One had to be pleasant at all times. To ask about bodily functions was another no-no and coals of wrath were heaped upon one's head if one spoke up in an inquiring manner. I vividly remember asking about breast feeding at a family gathering where a newborn was present and was shot down in flames. I'm still a bit singed from that encounter!
To buttress all this misery we had the Church breathing down our necks. God was up there in the sky watching one's every move and it seemed in direct communication with one's Mother. Step out of line and the Priest was brought in to make sure one understood one's lowly lot.This led to a great deal of anxiety in all of one's dealings. Should one swipe that biccie or not. Hellfire was waiting!!
Dear me, no wonder all of us Fifties survivors need therapy. Our poor children! It could have been worse. We had the sixties to save our bacon but that's a blog and a half. Next time.

Raccoon Love

Last night I was sleeping the sleep of the just when I awoke to the sound of murder in the garden. It was one in the morning. I gathered my sticks and hobbled to see from my window what the heck was going on out there. I couldn't, so I called to the able bodied and asked him to have a look. I was told to go back to sleep as it was raccoons having fun! I went back to bed but sleep, no. The noises were impossible. Shrieks and moans, squeals and screams, with horrid grunts and snorts and a very fierce wuffling sound. It was also a ticket selling event as the thumps and wallops of the excited observers on the roof scrambling for better seats attested. The din was utterly impossible and went on until two then stopped dead. Perhaps the beasts were dead too. One could only hope! By then I was more than wide awake so on went the light and out came the book. I got back to sleep as the dawn chorus started tuning up. It's going to thunder tonight, perhaps the hot date will be postponed. More than likely the racket the storm makes will keep me up.
We need a house in the country. City beasts are far too loud.