If you know my heart would you take it apart

 to see if it’s ticking?

 

If you know my mind would you open it up

To see what it’s  missing?

 

Do you dream that my skin is inked in tattoos?

Are your scars a roadmap that leads back to you?

 

When it’s silent in the dark I walk barefoot to

Your tomb,

And not being needy I won’t awaken you.

 

When the sun beats me senseless

 I still know you are my own….

Near the sanctum I glance quickly

at the shadows that come outside to play.

 

I do not fear or question

I will love you anyway.

 

In this land of trains and dragons and blu moons at half mast,

 where daisies grow with cherries and the peace just cannot last.

 In this land where witches dance with codfish, and music plays so free,

 where bells ring pure and great white bears are a delight to see.

In this land that has my heart I call to all I know If it would help to make amends this tired old duck would go.

You make me laugh you make me cry....the people not the words.

 My soul links dear I love you all,

 and each of you will know.

I would gladly offer up this blog....somewhere currently on the POPULAR list if I thought it could satisfy  the most dynamic and ever hungry waters of the Stream.

I think I'll just sit here and think for awhile.

THE WEEDY SHACK ENTRANCE

 

A long time ago in a land far away another blogger threw some koolaid at me.....And today on my blog he said he wanted a food fight....so if you get a chance and you have an image of an an egg or something I think maybe he wants a good old fashioned food fight and I'm going to give him one! Tell him Colo sent you...he'll understand! PS I love Mr DeBunkem and I do believe he knows it! 

 

 

***Clarification notes.....So I'm blogging along and I read a blog and comment...then later it comes up in the update box and it has the most violent image...It was probably there all along but I didn't see it because I've been having computer problems...I look at the whole thing again and it looks like I'm encouraging another blogger to be violent or something...some weekends it doesn't pay to get out of bed.**********Note to self after reading Rebas blog....Guess I'm blocked forever over there... PS I thought the Devil Blog was really kind of a stroke of genuis..It did pop up way after Halloween but maybe Samhain is different (Sherry corrected me on the dates here!) ..I really disliked the POH parody because it was downright mean....wonder who wrote that one?***Bedtime Story...Reba just let me know she has unblocked me...what a strange world this is....night ya'll don't let the bedbugs bite. Jackie/Colo

 

 

 

Last night I had words with my  # 1 daughter. I insisted she come over and pick up my grandson because it had been 4 days and he wanted his Mom….Part of my campaign to assure that my child raises her child… Actually she had words…she was angry because she wanted to go out and I refused to watch him on both a Friday and Saturday night….He cried when he left and begged to stay with his Meejay,me! I heard her tell him as they approached the door…..”It’s Meejay’s fault I’m taking you home she called me. I wanted to go out tonight.” My heart almost broke….but the truth is she will be OK today….she is my heart and my child of broken windows …and he will be OK in the long run my Hunter the renewer of my life…the child of my soul.

 

So a day ago I was a rude to a dear friend….we weren’t communicating that well. I kind of blasted her without thought. Minutes later I looked around and saw that things were more disconnected than I thought….I got in touch. We talked and laughed. I was guilty. I made amends. Another great friend called me on my stuff. Eventually I contacted another dear friend and he seems fine. I was worried for no reason. But there was a reason. I have to keep my side of the street clean.  

 

I love you Taylor…..and anything you do or say won’t change that. We can agree to disagree….from time to time I may be cranky or overbearing or just a bitch. Thank you for allowing me to be wrong.And that’s OK because we are both human. And we give each other the right to be human.

 

I try to extend this feeling wherever I can. I find it only half works. Not being an expert on human nature….. and still being capable of being distracted confused and misdirected by all forms of energy….it is possible that it will happen again.

 

So while I was writing this post I stopped to go pay Bradley for mowing the yard. I turned sideways to hand  him the check because I’m not wearing a bra and have on a white shirt.

. I left a message for my friend Lisa the Reiki healer that I would like her to set up some distance healing with my friend Daisy.

 

Later I will go outside (after my Mom leaves to spend the night at my sister’s) and I will spread dirt in the yard. I will keep filling in the holes because I have a fear that my Mom will fall and it requires 2 people to get her up.

 

In the meantime I learned another lesson from the stream…how slow am I, that it took this long?. I don’t believe  the stream needs to be changed or fixed to stop competition. I don’t think I can worry about how other people perceive me. Lately I have read some stuff that appears not to match bottom and top….So be it. I can only deal with my own communications. I can only be responsible for what I actually do and say. You can see what you want and believe what you want….we are still writers here…Sometimes writers of our lives…Everyone sees things through different eyes….I just have to make sure that my eyes  are open and my heart isn’t closed.

 

 

Funny thing about society and community is that they have always been bigger than I am….Funny thing about karma…I can only worry about my own.

I remain clueless in Texas...