Thanks for Keeping Me Grounded

Timmy Toes is camping out this week...not a bad deal.
He's loving it, as it's just about 10 minutes from his work and no rain is in the forecast.

He invited me to the campsite yesterday, my day off. So after running errands & tending to some house work & yard work, I stole some time and ran to the lake.

A lonesome cove found me floating out from the rocks and out from under the trees on a water-hammock. It was so very peaceful, quiet & relaxing.

I had one crazy critter that followed me through the water, but never really did anything threatening...even though I thought he looked like a yellow jacket.

Laying there with my eyes closed, I felt something ever so gently land on my brow just above the bridge of my nose. Not moving, I opened my eyes & looked up. A yellowish-blur was all I could see. I took my left hand and slowly went to scoop whatever it was up and off when it flew to my knee. It was the worlds largest dragonfly...yellow & brown. I have no pictures of it to share, as I had left my camera back on the rocks, but when I did return to the rocks, this baby was just waiting there.

I want to say THANK YOU to all of my blogging friends for all of your words of wisdom, encouragement & support. I know that me getting a divorce is not the end of the world and I know that I have not been the best at bouncing around this community like I would like for several months now... and for that, I apologize. Each & everyone has had a wonderful impact on me in one way or another and I just want you to know that I appreciate it very much. You guys have been my support network...thank you!

xoxox~ in the end, peace always wins and ends are really just new beginnings.

Doomsday, So They Say...

'A beautiful flower for a beautiful little girl.'
Here, sweet child, a gift from God.'
'Have you been saved?'
'I am a Child of God, are you not?'
'Are you ready for the end of the World?'
'The End is Near'
'There's still time for redemption.'
'Prepare for Doom.'
'Please, take this complimentary bible.'
'Yes, it is yours for free.'
'We only request a small donation...'
'Does your mother have any money?'
'Don't you believe in giving to God's children?'
'Have you ever heard of the eternal fire?'
'Are you Y2K ready?'
'Do you believe the end is near?'
'These are signs of the time.'
'A meteor...'
'God's wrath...'
'Mans' sins...'
'Alignment with the sun...'

'Here, you can have God's flower back...'

'I am not allowed to accept gifts from strangers, thank you.'

How many times must we face the End of the World?
It was everyday back in the seventies, every other day in the eighties, at the end of the decade, the century, the millennium in the nineties and now we are only left with what some believe has been prophesied by the I Ching & the Mayans, 2012...the end of the world.

Who knows? Maybe we will align with only the Sun separating us from the black hole of the Milky way. Maybe Tijuana will become the new North pole. Maybe we will get sucked up into that black hole. Maybe a meteor will smash into our planet Earth causing another ice-age. Maybe we will all get so damn festered up in sin that we destroy ourselves, much like cells infected with herpes self-destruct. Maybe global warming will continue to the point that all of earth turns into a flashy fireball.
Maybe the tsunamis, hurricanes, droughts & fires are the sign of the times. Maybe the political degeneration is a sign. Maybe South Park & Paris Hilton are the signs. Maybe the emotional detachment displayed by petty thiefs turned felony murderers, serial rapists, abused orphans growing to become the abuser are the signs. Maybe commercialism, capitalism & consumerism are the signs.
I do not know these things.
But I do know that if I had been preparing for the end of the world since I first saw the hare krishnas, the moonies or whoever else toting those signs, I would have been sorely disappointed time after time.
I don't believe in the end of the world.
In my world, things don't end... they simply change.
Trash becomes treasures, scars become maps, strangers become gods & angels, sqeaky white sand become slippers, planets become marbles, bill collectors become alarm clocks, laughter becomes a plaque, tears become supper and yet, I try to remain the same. But, things in my world simply change.
All is good in the neighborhood. Thank you sister for bringing me to tears last night with laughter. Thank you Eric1313 for your open mind. Thank you Anne for your wisdom, generosity & inspiration. Thank you Orhan for being there when you didn't even know it. Thank you anonymous for 'Beautiful Lady Freedom.' Until Next Time ~ Peace/Love