This being Memorial Day week end "HONOR" must be given to those who have fallen fighting for freedom. "I THANK THEM" for courage and honor they showed in such a fight. Whether our society is for or against we all must stand TALL in remembering them.TS


by Truth Seeker Sunday May 28, 2006



Here's praying for Kwick's husband and all our sons and daughters safe return.

It was a blanket of darkness and somewhere in the distance, probably North on 635 I heard sirens. As I was fumbling around with my keys, I saw him sitting under the tree on the lawnchair. At first I thought it was John. But when I called his name it rang hollow.

I was plunged into fear. I wished I had put a new bulb in the porchlight. I wished I carried pepperspray. I wanted to see his face. He remained seated on the lawnchair. I didn't want to open the door and give him access to my sleeping loved ones.

"Colo?", the voice was familar the question was rhetorical. His name was just on the tip of mind. "Ice" I took a step towards him. Logic told me that you don't move towards danger in the darkness. My fear had passed and my curiousity was overwhelming.

"I'm here and I'm not here. I can see you, but it's like a window. I was at home and then I was here...." He was a little confused, but he seemed real to me.

"Ice Where's Puppy..." I ventured. She's over there on the computer. He started to rise and disappeared. I walked to where he had been and felt the warmth in the breezy night.

The thing is this quickening is not an exclusively female phenomonon. So when I walked into the house I was thinking of the blog that Ice wrote so long ago about God and Souls.....When you die then you are nothing....Ghosts come with a cold mist....Ice left a very warm and alive kinda vapor....Funny thing Ice is not cold at all. He and Puppy are probably sleeping in this morning.

I will put that bulb in today. Maybe he is fixing her coffee right now....Perhaps like deja vu he he will be back again...

When Steffi left the house tonight I looked around again for my missing cat. I am not really a cat person. I never wanted a cat at all. I always liked large friendly dogs. But after my head injury I noticed that I had a cat and a cat carrier and a supply of catfood and cat toys.

Deano was always my cat. He tolerates the children and he ignores my mother. I miss him and I am afraid that he's not coming home. I don't know when or how I went to Petsmart to adopt him. I rember nothing from that time at all.

Last night when I looked at some poor writing I did in a place I no longer visit I got upset. But when I dreamed I dreamed of an old movie with James Stewart and Kim Novak. "Bell, Book, and Candle" was a classic romance with a twist. She was a witch and when she became human her cat left her for another witch.

Well I have never been a witch and I am not sure why I thought about Deano and had a moment of panic....like maybe he is not coming home.



There was all kinds of crazy magic on the stream. And lots of souls spreading out their wings. Our stories become one story. The magic gathering of the stream.



The Purse Posse is Back Stronger Than Ever

NIGHTMARE

I have learned from my recent experiences to check under the covers and make sure it's not a nightmare disguised as a dream....



I am troubled with my empath tendencies....there is something about the pain that can't be cured and the darkness that won't hold light that continues to tug at me. Years ago....I was afraid of other people's anger.....today I remember not to make it my own....

"Sometimes God calms the storm. Sometimes he lets the storm rage and calms his child."

Here's hoping that the anger that is reflected back at the child staring into the stream is a "Siddhartha" moment, for the child whose storm still rages at me.......I will not surrender to the dark...I write what I want.....I read what I want...