Checking In

Just checking in, Sportsfans. It's a balmy 65 degrees here today and the local fish and wildlife experts predict that global warming is increasing at such a rapid rate we will soon see Brachiosaurus and T. Rex return to their native Alaskan habitat; a habitat devoid of their kind for the last 100 million years.

Oh, goody! T. Rex! Just in time for hunting season.

The state of my mind

Wow, listen to one Enya song and suddenly your brain is freebasing irish ballads and trippin' on the cosmic meaning of it all. I would find this very entertaining if I wasn't the one posting it all. I don't believe in censoring myself, but I may need to take myself outside for a little talk. "Lay off the Enya, girl. You are crazy!"

I sing the stars and all the sky

Music has been a form of worship since people became an amoebic life form and swam in the sea. It has always been a part of something spiritual; a part of that-which-is-greater than us all.

It is the foundation for the ancient magic and has more power than all the nations. And yet, modern societies think of it as entertainment. They disavow responsibility for the energy it conjures, the spells it casts, and the doors it opens to forces we rarely see, and never believe in.

You can open the door and invite in light, or welcome darkness. Your words, your songs - all contain the energy of the multitudes. They are a mighty force and must be used with awareness, reverence, and respect.

Light or dark...your choice.

Surprise visit

Summer arrived on Saturday. It arrived like a neighbor who's been annoying you all winter and she suddenly shows up with a bouquet of flowers because she heard you haven't been feeling well.