Gosh, one of the wonderful things to observe (and participate in) here on lightworkers is the language and how intent affects it.
"Speak softly and carry a big stick," goes the phrase. I guess anyone who has ever attempted any sort of "lightwork" knows how to tread lightly with words. OR learns quickly, at least, where the land mines are.
I have a bum head.
I joke sometimes about my "inoperable brain tumor" or "the annuerism that has yet to burst." The fact is I get fierce headaches behind my right eye, this morning it's nearly intolerable.
We went to the memorial ceremony down the street today. I must confess, I am a curious fella.
There were two ladder trucks with a flag suspended between them. Good crowd, not too many. Bagpipe played while firemen and policemen from the nearby towns marched in: "Local heros." Didn't look like many of them had missed a meal, or a haircut.
Just returned from a lovely evening stroll, with the wife and the mutts. Made the clockwise loop, returning to our street down there >>> by the police station and the park.
Well, I counted eighty-seven blogs this morning. There's a few video pastes in there that I won't count. Still it's looking like I am a "short-timer" on the daily blog scene. Feels a bit nostalgic, but I am always glad to be free of routine.