today, i feel an especially heaviness in my being... a little boy in our neighborhood has been fighting leukemia for about 10 months now. he is 7 years old. much too young for pain, never mind the the ever changing list of infections that are bombarding this child on a daily basis.
today i have learned he is back in the childrens' hospital. he cannot eat, and breathing is difficult. at first it was thought that he had contracted hoof and mouth disease. now, the doctors aren't so sure.
he's losing weight, cries when he tries to eat, and his temperature is hovering the 104 mark. his parents are exhausted, as they have 2 younger children at home who need them also.
as we are all in the blog world, focusing on the horrors of this world that have been brought on by selfish sub-humans, today i just want to focus on something outside of this.
this little boy did nothing to deserve this. his voice can't be heard. his parents need care, compassion, and rest.
who here on this planet can give this to them....and others in similar conditions?
there is no answer..that is certain, for if there were, certainly these situations would change.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Friday, September 9, 2011
well... the time is coming up for a big memorial. on sunday, the ones still trying to spoon feed us the fairy tale of 9-11 will celebrate the dead. they will read those names, and hypnotize the sheep, to keep them asleep, and bo peep will never have to find them. vigilant sheep will be asked to rat on their fellow sheep, if something looks suspicious.. like a wolf, in sheep's clothes.. or a sheep in turbans....or.. now, to our shock and awe.. we have become our own enemy. a sheep in jeans and tee shirts! nikes.. or sketchers! what to do! what to do!
i think i'll read another story that has more truth to it... mary had a little lamb. it's fleece was white as snow. and everywhere that mary went the lamb was sure to go. it followed her to the site one day, which was against the rules.. because when the lamb saw what was there, she saw that they were fools.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
As you can see, I don't make a lot of posts. I have a hard time expressing the things that are worth expressing. It's not because I don't want to, or don't have strong views or concerns. It's just that there are so many , that how does one begin. The things that are happening, and will happen are so great, and life altering, that I spin most of the day, because ..this can't be happening, and .. yet it is. AND....I HATE THESE THINGS. I hear planes go by.. I wonder, are these friendly emissions, or sinister. I hear choppers go over my house.. very low, and heading north.. Fort Drum is to the north of me. In the morning, I look at the sky.. how many white plumes will I count intersecting today? Food shopping is a hunt for something we will eat, and we can afford. I look to the news feeds.. will there be an alert every hour.. every morning? What is next?
Then, I look at my kids. They don't need this. They need to play, laugh, fight, plan a party eat a burger and fries. They also need me to laugh with them. Tomorrow, I m going to laugh with them.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Saturday, October 2, 2010
there are more and more dances to learn in this blog world! the more i dance with new blogs.. the more steps there are ! this is necessary, and i will try..yet i feel so incompetent! i have only just recently realized, that i have always been an outsider in this world.. this spaceship...planet earth. i used to believe i was wrong in my perceptions, and opinions. i have come to understand i was very close to reality, in an unreal world.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
trust... not any more... there's really no one to trust. words are corrupt.. they can not express ideas, or thoughts, the way we see them in our inner core. the way we hear these things we call words, is suspect also. we speak to people we don't know in a certain way, and to people we know well.. we speak in an entirely different manner. after a long visit with an old friend.. do you ever feel tired and exposed because of the words that were exchanged? it could be because some of the words were corrupt, and our inner self feels betrayed somehow. this is just something i have been struggling with lately. how about you?
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