Butter Butt the Hellhound

His bark rolls like thunder and if you stand close enough, it rattles the core of your bones like a coal-loaded train out your back door. He's a Mastiff.... a 'devil-dawg'... a 'hell-hound'
And he's full of terrified love...
Because of his size and his apparent ferociousness, people fear him. It's their instinct.
He senses their fear...
and questions what they have done, what they may do...
Agnostic towards the human race, perhaps...
but, if so, I think his doubts in us come from our doubts in him...
Really, behind the cover of a beast bigger than me, pants a little love soldier,
marching, plowing, thundering through the days for the moments of company who judge him not by his cover...

35 lbs at 10 weeks and 125 at 10 months...

Old Reminders in a Small Town

Oh, such a good, good man.
I just hate the fact that the mere sight of me made his skin turn red with anger & his hands tremor with adrenaline.
Not that I ever did him any wrong.
I never did.
I'm just a reminder to him...
And he, the good man that he is, calms himself...steps away...comes back and reminds me that we live and learn.
I smile because I should.
I know some folks just live...
'Yes, and I guess we're the wiser for it. We have been living, learning and we pay as we go.'

I am sick that I was such a bitter reminder for him, but he has no idea that he was a reminder for me too....that even when I thought I was alone, getting shafted, I really wasn't alone at all.

Dragonflies are helicopters

Where the dragonflies are helicopters and the weeds are wildflowers, this is where I had a late lunch today.... Thank You Mother Nature. I Love You...

Things Aren't Always as They Seem...


If I do not counsel you or have sex with you, pad your pockets or your falls from grace, feed your belly or feed your ego... it still doesn't make me worthless. For when I feel like I have nothing else to give that is valued and appreciated...I still have me & I, for that, I am grateful.
And I would never rub my dirty little feet all over you...
it doesn't make me any better...
just different.
I walk in peace, dirty feet and all

...and as sure as the waves lap the sands and as much as the sea spits shells at our feet, I have thought of you...

Ding, Dong, Ding, Dong

Ah....

The Retailers Pixie ... Revisited

If there is such a thing as reincarnation, I'd like to drop my name in the box for Pixies.
Pixie...a fairylike or elfin creature, especially mischievous. A playful sprite.
Toothfairies, flowerfairies & the sandman all have a good life... but perhaps, just a little too good for me.

All this peace & love needs a little spit & fire.

I'd build my wings from sticks & twigs. I hold them together with sap & spit. I'd proudly flaunt about completely topless & I would never, ever wear shoes. I'd grow my hair long & I wouldn't really brush it. I'd be a professional. Much like the toothfairie, I would have a specialty...an area that I catered to.

Living my life as a Pixie, I would traipse in & out of people's homes, cars & places of employment...

I wouldn't visit everyone, of course, as everyone is not well-deserved of a fine, morally upstanding, professional, long-haired, barefooted, topless Pixie-on-a-mission. I would visit all the people who had once visited me & I would leave a trail, just as they had done.

I would bop in on the I-Can't-Read-Nor-Use-A-Measuring-Tape-But-Can-Tell-If-Its-The-
Right-Size-By-Looking-At-It persons' house & I would unravel every spool of thread, every bundle of rope & every dispenser of tape... just to see if I too, could measure with my eyes & mind.

I would pilfer through cupboards, stacking plates upon bowls, placing cups in pots & I'd put the lids to said pots on the mantle to the fireplace.
I would go into linen closets, remove pillow cases from their matching sheet sets & place them in the garage with the lawn equipment.
I would remove the lid from the gas tank on the lawn mower & place it in the socks & underwear drawer.
I would take one sock & do some spot cleaning in the bathroom with it.
I would remove half the screws from the bathroom fixtures & move the toothbrush holder to the backdoor, placing it right on the ground by Fido's bowl.
I would fill Fido's bowl with crystal beads, stolen from a garland which I found & disassembled.
I would take the peppermill & seasalt grinder & I would grind salt & pepper onto the coffee table & the maybe I'd dabble my initials in it.
I would take all books off of the coffee table & place them on the floor.
I would open umbrellas & put them in the center of the room, along with any mail I might find.
I'd pull one slice of cheese, one egg, one link of sausage out of their packets & place them on the floor right in front of the refrigerator.
I would unscrew pump lotions & squirt a little bit on the counter, then I would smear my fingers through it. A little dab will do.
I would take pictures off of the wall & place them on the furniture, hoping not to scratch any wood.
If I had a Pixie-child, I would let her chew on candles or cashmere sweaters, they seem to be such wonderful replacements for teething rings when consumers are shopping at christmastime. I'd let her play fingerpaint in the syrup ...and she would be more than welcome to leave her sticky little fingerprints wherever she saw fit
Every now & again, I would nibble on some food...taking, say one bite, out of a loaf of fresh-baked bread or a corner off of a Belgium candy bar...yum!yum! and then I'd tuck that nibbled on evidence under a bed pillow in the spare room
I would take apart Parker ink pens to see if the ink looked different & then I would scribble on pretty Victorian stationary sets or past due bills to see if they write differently.
I'd take car keys off of the rings & hang them from ribbons.
I'd re-organize alphabetical files according to my mood.
I'd open glove compartments & trunks & I'd leave them open, maybe I'd put the tissue in the trunk and the spare on the floorboard. I'd flick on all the interior lights, put the wipers on high and turn the radio up full blast...so that when the key is turned some folks would rattle and roll.

Oh, I would be such a good little Pixie...
All in good fun, no harm meant & no money spent.
Much like the shoppers at Christmastime.

Black Friday, the Cree and All the Money

When all the trees have been cut down,
when all the animals have been hunted,
when all the waters are polluted,
when all the air is unsafe to breathe,
only then will you discover you cannot eat money.

Cree Prophecy

Happy Black Friday People...
Please don't put us retailers through too much hell :)
We value you more than your dollar...

Flirting with the World

Undeniably, I have learned a lot so far this year...
One of the more interesting and entertaining things I have been learning is 'flirting.'
As a teen, I simply didn't do it, in my twenties I was too afraid and in my thirties I was too busy to be bothered.
Now, I am in my forties. While I am still ever so busy and have 100 things going on at once, I am free from the fears. I am wiser.
No matter how busy the moment may be life is too short to not smile or to share a raw, fleeting truth.
I still have so much too learn, I know.
But this year I have discovered that flirting is as simple as that... smiling and sharing raw, fleeting truths....
I have also discovered that flirting is good for my mind and my spirit.
It reminds me that I am here on earth for more than my labor and money.
It reminds me that the simple things are the best and that I am blessed with many simple things.
It inspires me to giggle, when otherwise I'd be silent and reminds me that I too can inspire others to giggle... a sweet little butterfly effect... one without obligation.
As a child, my Mother always said that there was something positive to be said about everything and everyone...
Like many Mothers, she would say 'if you cannot say something nice, don't say anything at all.'
Still, for so long I have said nothing at all and now I realize she was encouraging me to flirt with the world...
for crying kids can have beautiful eyes and angry old ladies can have admirable passion...
and to not share these 'outside looking in' perspectives with them is to deny the butterfly effect...
Well into my forties, I'm finally learning to flirt ...
and I love it.

Shaniya Davis, Caylee Anthony...Little Angels with Big Wings

I don't know why Caylee Anthony or Shaniya Davis were dealt the cruel, painful, unfair cards they were.
I don't understand any of it.

My Mother has told me that the good Lord needs angels of all ages, sizes, strengths, wisdoms and speeds and for that reason he sometimes puts some people through some pretty harsh stuff and sometimes he takes a young life, sometimes in a very tragic way.
Maybe she is right.
If so, these little girls surely have some powerfully strong wings with wisdoms way beyond their earthly years.

Nonetheless, I think a thousand angels could dance through my living room chanting songs that could seduce a lion into slumber and I doubt that they would help me understand how or why a mother could ever subject her child to such cruelties and dictate such an ill-fate to their little world.

Would these same women subject someone else's child to such atrocities? It doesn't seem so. Time after time, case after case, child after child we ever-increasingly so hear about mother's harming their own.

Being blessed as I have been with a Mother who has love, passion, conviction, strength, morality, patience and compassion among other things... I find myself sickened that these children were not blessed as I have been. I know that for every nightmare story about such stuff that makes the headlines, there are a thousand stories, equally as tragic, that don't.

I don't know what we can do, what I can do, to help stop these things from happening.
I know we cannot undo what has been done.
Oh, what should we do...