Jackson Pollock

While some of his work is very pretty, I find that the chaos of the majority of his work  disturbs my energy field. The one below I find most disturbing of all. Just personal preference I imagine, but...geesh.....
Perhaps I just don't get it, everyone has a different take on what they find artistically pleasing but most of his work is not that for me.
What do you think?

Jackson Pollock

On Getting Older

When I was a child, I had younger siblings, I also had neighbors who hired me to babysit, so I had a vague idea of what parenting was about. There were many surprises, don't get me wrong, but I had the basic concept. Plus there are magazines galore, movies, documentaries, self-help books by the score on parenting and...people talk.

Old age is different. There weren't a lot of books on the process, and very few magazines, and not much in the way of documentation and hey, let's face it, what is out there is scary or boring and who wants to be bothered? I mean, I'm not going to ever get O-L-D anyway, right? Well, I hope to share the truths (at least the ones I know about) here with enough humor that learning will be fun. Because...in this dimension, if we are lucky, we will be old people, and that my friend, is no job for sissies.

So please revisit this section of my blog as I share with you what it means to get old from the perspectives of my friends and I.

Airwolf

Do you remember the TV show Airwolf? It was one of our family favorites with fairly clean language, adventure, clothing, and the star was a flying machine. A parents dream program...something for every age group. With the characters played by the easy-on-the-eyes Jan Michael Vincent and the lovable Ernest Borgnine, it was a pleasing program.

The sound of that state-of-the-art helicopter was absolutely unforgettable...we all loved it. Not so much, however, in real life...

Together Into That Dark Night...

It is with some misgiving that I greet this day. The person taking oath as the president of the United States today does not inspire me with confidence.  Just the opposite; I've heard him say things

Age Changes Things.

I know it isn't just me, although there are times when I wonder, noticing how time changes things...behaviors, physicality, beliefs, ideas, what seems important....etc.

A friend texted me today. It's been a long time since I've heard from this friend. I contacted her a year and three months ago regarding the death of a mutual friend's husband. She said they had grown

A Feeling of Dread

Only one (1) more day can I wake up with the comforting thought, "Obama is still my President." On Saturday morning I will not be able to think that, and that thought alone makes my chest grow tight and breathing becomes difficult.

I believe in the power of energy, words and thought so I try to keep my thoughts, my words

Sexual Assault

In 1973, when I was still a young wife and new mom, I had a very unpleasant experience that qualifies as sexual assault even though it was not nearly as invasive as the assaults other girls and women have suffered. With that said, it has still affected me emotionally and psychologically for over 40 years, and that just isn't fair. I'd be willing to bet that the man who perpetrated this act

Do ALL Republicans Have Short Memories?

Seriously! I watched Paul Ryan give a very heated speech about the 1000+ pages of "Obama Care" and actually give the democrats and the still President grief over all the extra garbage attached to the Affordable Health Care Act AS IF they put it there!!!!

HOLD ON a cotton pickin' minute here Mr. Ryan!!!!!

The Old Yellow Brick Schoolhouse

In 1963 or '64 there was an abandoned school house just a few yards from where I lived. Far enough away to be safe from the prying eyes of adults if we were careful, but close enough that we kids had to keep our exuberance under control. The lot was fenced along three sides, but the front was open and there were huge gaps in the fence along the back allowing easy access to small bodies. The lot was overgrown with tall grasses and weeds

The Enlightenment Project

It took 61 years for me to reach this age and now...only now, do I learn that there has been an "Enlightenment Project" going on for hundreds of years! Why hasn't the lame-stream media covered this? I began reading the

Shabby Practice!

Welcome 2017!

Happy New Year! A new year. Another year. An uncertain year perhaps...but isn't every future uncertain?

The blog I began a year ago, this blog, did not see me every week as I had planned. My writing practice went by the wayside thus this post title. I promise to do better this year...even if it kills me. Not to be facetious and certainly not to cause any further heartbreak I do not speak those words lightly.

My heart goes out to all who have lost loved ones in 2016. I lost celebrities who have unknowingly shared my journey. While I was impacted by them, they wouldn't know me from any

42 years...

...that's how long since I turned 18...it's also how many years I've been voting.

Today, for the very first time, the polls were packed. I've never seen the voting locations

Nothingness.

Some of you will be too young to remember taking a crisp white piece of paper and rolling it into

I'm RIGHT!!! Why can't You SEE that?!?!?!

Wow! Election year certainly seems to get a whole lot of people fired up emotionally, doesn't it?

Every four years I go into this thinking, "This year it'll be different, people are older, wiser, and no

Orlando...Kalamazoo...and all the rest...my condolences

Tragedy strikes again.

People killed.

People injured.

Shock!