Last days of a president

 

Today I'm dealing with my own dreams that look pretty cloudy, as well as current physical problems that give me those clouds.

A few days ago we learned of President Joe Biden's prostate cancer level 4 which has metastasized. 

He has a limited number of days of life left to him. That's a fact.

I never think that way about my own life...or maybe I do when I'm feeling really low. I imagine my own death, and have personified it as a crow who sits on my shoulder, slightly behind where I can see. It can talk with me, if I need to. 

On my other shoulder (also invisible) is the angel who gives me complete grace for everything I do. She's dressed in white, as she should be. But I wasn't raised with guardian angels as part of my reality, so I kind of only half believe in her. Death, well, you know, everyone has one, and I chose to talk with mine.

Anyway back to President Biden. It makes me wonder what a famous man, who has said many astute things, thinks of to say still in these last days of his life. Is there something profound that he's wanted to say and would like to have done while he can?

Somehow I think he's surrounding himself with those he loves, and just going through daily life in a casual way. If he could know that I'm writing this, I'd wish him to have sunny days and feel the love of those who he most cares about, and have a peaceful transition from this busy, demanding, fulfilling and enchanting life. (He wouldn't say enchanting probably, but successful, or maybe eventful.)

Real life vs. blogging

 What am I doing all this blogging for, anyway?

Perhaps a coping mechanism to avoid a). current events, b). my chores that always need doing or c). my problems which have no solutions, like medical problems that might also be mental. I still am waiting for a neurological consult to see if I'm exhibiting signs of dementia....as well as my shaky finger problem.

I think at one point, how about I  copy my blogs all into one volume (of course digital) and there are these different chapters, like each of my blogs.

Then save it on one of those nice thumb drives that have at least 50 g of memory. That should be enough for the 20 or so years of multiple blogs.

Maybe I'll save the family tree on a separate one.

So I need to be considering my descendants...who might someday be interested in these daily quips.

Imagine if an ancestor could have left all kinds of information for me to find. A very great library book, I think.

Currently I have enjoyed looking on line to find information about affordable housing in Colorado so I could move and live near my son and his wife. I forget the limitations I am currently dealing with. Today I didn't do any more research, but did the laundry. Now it is waiting to be folded and hung up. Lots of clothes over three weeks worth, plus the bed needs to be made with clean sheets.

And a few pieces aren't quite dry, so I should hang them on the shower rod. So now to enjoy real life. I also baked a frozen Dutch apple pie, so had a slice when it was still warm...and it kind of fell apart. But it still tasted great. My favorite desert.

Now on to the tending of fabrics in my life...

Goddess Remembered

 

This YouTube video has many of the second wave feminists (not Susan B. Anthony era, but the 1970s) sharing their insights. The trio of videos originally was broadcast by Canadian Broadcasting, directed by Donna Read. I shared these with some of the women who were interested in my teaching about goddesses over 30 years.

The original people featured:

Where does negative energy come from!

 

Dawn from the Blue Ridge Parkway August 2024

There is darkness. There is light. The YinYang symbol has equal parts of each, with it's opposite as a small dot in the center of each.

So my thoughts continue to go toward knowing more about the negative, the darkness, the force of evil. I don't want to think much about it, nor talk about it really. Somehow that's giving it more power in my life.

I get a kick out of entertainment which focuses on dire straights, many characters or situations where fabricated negative forces almost win the day...but you know each horror film will have some kind of good ending. I don't watch them, but I'm pretty sure those who do would concur.

I like murder mysteries, and adventurous books and films and even TV. The good always wins against the evil. May the Force be With You...a few days ago from the Star Wars films, is not talking about the Dark Side.

Shakespeare's plays are tragedies or comedies.

I seriously want to know.

Where does the negative force come from? Is it equal to the positive force as Yin Yang would have me believe? 

Darkness as opposed to light in my life is understandable.

But evil is not.

The devil, Satan, I don't believe in. I think the Christian church kind of invented them.

But error was what I learned about in Christian Science as a child. 

And that phrase kind of puts in mind a psychology of "it's all mental". Yet people don't wish upon themselves all the bad that happens to them without their intention. That way of thinking ends up blaming the victim for accidents and being thrown into horrible situations.

Now I know many folks believe its their destiny. But I don't believe in an outside force running my life. I've too much belief that I am in charge of my life by my own choices. 

See my conundrum? Bad things happen to good people.  Accidents happen. Our lives now are impacted by huge climate events. 

Is there a force of evil, and if so, where does it come from?

My feelings exactly

 Sometimes Facebook provides some intelligent posts.

 life became less exhausting once I stopped trying to be the smartest person in the room

now I just try being

the most human person

its not slwsys easy - yet,

I’ve found that nobody

really ever misses

my shallow insights on

geopolitics or economics

the biggest thing people need

from me is the space to

tell some of their story

and then after a bit

~ I tell a little of mine

and then after some

more storytelling

turn taking

~ we see the soul light

in each other peeking

out the corners of our eyes

dear ego,

less of my mouth

~ more of my ears

less of my mouth

~ more of my ears

less of my mouth

~ more of my ears

it’s not about impressing

people in the room

it’s about giving room

for people to be heard

less of my mouth

~ more of my ears

less of my mouth

~ more of my ears

less of my mouth

~ more of my ears

(john roedel)