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.

THIS, out today. Most interesting to me is the stuff about our reactions to finding out "truth." Starts at 1:52.

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.

Apparently we're entering the Mayan sixth day. In my calculations that makes this a cosmic Friday and I can sure feel it in my bones.

We've had a few days here without internet or cable, for the obvious reason of failing to pay. Shows where the priorities are anyway.

I'm sensitive, aware, I try to be kind. I like to be wide open, transparent.

I was all kinds of chuckle yesterday. Couldn't stop, hungry for hugs and kisses. I was remarkably delighted. Notably.

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.