Fandangohas come up with another thought provoking question this week. We’ve been talking about this subject all week at our dinner table and it’s been loads of f.u.n. (fantastic, unusual, nice).
Do you believe that social media sites should be able to censor what people post on their sites and ban content creators from posting? Or do you consider such actions to be a violation of freedom of speech, which is guaranteed as a right in the First Amendment of the U.S. Constitution?
As a spoonie, there are days, you know those days. Those days when all you can do is drag yourself out of bed, every joint and muscle complaining all along the way. Slug down a couple of Aleve and soldier on. Limping your way into the kitchen. Where all of a sudden your sweet partner (Superhubs here) hands you a cup of beautifully brewed espresso, americano to be specific. The aroma wafts up to your nose and then connects to your brain and you feel … better. Not great, but maybe not quite dead yet. Then he smiles and says “coffee makes everything better.” Yeah, it does. Powers above, grant me coffee to change the things I can and music for the things I can’t. Grab my phone, queue up the “pump me up” play list, do some yoga, sipping the elixir of the gods, aka coffee, between poses. Better, much, much better.
I know that sometimes it’s not enough, the disease gets the better of us in spite of our best efforts. But, for me at least, a lot of the time, a couple Aleve, a good cup of coffee (or 3), some great music, a little movement and a loving gesture can make all the difference. Have a happy Saturday.
I have a confession to make. I’m one of those “not Christmas” people. I say happy holidays because I realize not everyone celebrates Christmas. To be completely honest, in many ways I loathe the entire season. The crowds, the traffic, the crabby frenetic atmosphere that pervades every trip outside of my home. The aura of demand and entitlement is pervasive and more than a little overwhelming. When approaching anything remotely resembling a mall I tend to whisper a small prayer under my breath, or perhaps it’s really a curse, I’m not sure. “By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.” Yeah, I know freaky right? I’m really just not a fan of what Christmas has become, the over commercialized, neon lighted, fake sparkle, animated angels, huge inflatable snowmen, stress riddled, greed laden “holiday” that we call Christmas.
So Ursula over at anupturnedsoul Asked: “How do you do that? How do you respect the dead without disrespecting the living? I’m asking you personally for personal answers, personal experience perspectives, rather than for impersonal answers… impersonal answers I can find by Googling.”Continue reading “Dia de Muertos”→
Blame it on the cool, misty weather. Blame it on travel fatigue. No matter what I blame it on, I’m feeling philosophical today and we all know philosophy and poetry go hand in hand.
When I was young, I received a book of poetry by Helen Steiner-Rice. After four decades, I still remember my favorite stanza. “Only believe that the flowers will bloom, for perhaps that’s the reason they do.”Continue reading “Philosophy and Poetry”→
The quintessential love song, so much meaning, exquisite melody and rich vocals. David Gates was once cited as saying it was the best song he had ever written. To me “If” and Bread in an esoteric kind of way was the very soul of the 70’s. Underneath it all, it was an era of love and beauty.Continue reading “Song Lyric Sunday Picture/photograph”→