BETTER NOT POUT!
🎃Halloween is over. and so is Thanksgiving.
🎄Get ready for Christmas
I LOVE Christmas! Well, except for one teeny little part called “better not pout.” It’s part of our secular American Christmas tradition. It says so in the song “Santa Claus Is Coming to Town.”
‘You better watch out, you better not cry Better not pout, I’m telling you why Santa Claus is comin’ to town.’
Moro Rock is being made whole. It’s Pride Month, and Moro Rock is being made whole. 🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️🌱🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️🏳️🌈🌱🏳️⚧️🏳️🌈🌱🏳️⚧️🏳️🌈🌱🏳️⚧️🏳️🌈🌱🏳️⚧️🏳️🌈🌱🏳️⚧️🏳️🌈🌱🏳️⚧️🏳️🌈🌱🏳️⚧️🏳️🌈🌱🏳️⚧️🏳️🌈🌱🏳️⚧️
“During a repair project at the Port San Luis breakwater, the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers determined that it would need larger pieces of stone to meet modern design standards. That meant much of the stone originally taken from Morro Rock couldn
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You know that last eclipse cycle we just went through that was such a soul twister? Especially that last lunar part on May 5? The energy built and built, and boom! Then came the fade into the known unknown. If I remember right, weren’t Mercury and some of the deep planets retrograde, or some such ragnarok kind of combination? (Obvs, astrology is not my strong suit).
Funny asides here. I thought the ragnarok line was brilliant, and when I went to double check the date of the eclipse, I noticed a link to Ragnarok Eclipse. I didn’t conf
Just imagine what it would be like for you and your loved ones to live beyond the reach of toxic blame, shame, and guilt. How much more happiness, peace, and freedom would you experience?
I’m Seeking partners to help me launch Project HeartPower Breakthrough, the quest to liberate humans from the tyranny of toxic guilt, shame, and blame. I know it’s possible to be free from their domination, because their black stinky goo no longer dominates my life.
I beat the odds, and have forgiven myself and everyone else. Now I’m on a quest to help others achieve the happiness, peace, and freedom I’ve found.
The first three lessons will be shared under the title ‘Fred, Frank, and Freud—Polishin’ the Ego Like Puttin’ on the Ritz, Parts 1, 2, and 3.’ A different take on pride an
KEEPING IT REAL
This is as serious as the reverberation of the ice cracking at the end of winter
It’s the prequel. In fact, it’s pre-season. The schedules haven’t even been printed up yet. But we’re in progress. The quest to liberate the humanity from the tyranny of toxic guilt, shame, and blame, aka, The HeartPower Breakthrough, is underway.
You see, I’m all about keeping it real, and I like that “quest to liberate humanity” verbiage, but it does have a bit of that old school hyperbole to it.
The fog of guilt used to hide the stars and the fear of shame set my agenda. Can you imagine how grateful I am to tell you that this is only a memory now? Blame and resentment used to come between me and those I love. The
Awaken! Stop Normalizing Abuse! Heal yourself! Help Heal the world!
By Janus Blume
If you’re on a path of healing, especially if you’re called to help others, you need Normalizing Abuse: A Commentary on the Culture of Pervasive Abuse by Karen Tate, who says,
“We are all part of a traumatized society, enduring abuse. It affects the decisions we make, how we see ourselves and treat others and our vision for the future,”
Ms. Tate asserts there is so much toxic abuse coming at us every day that we no longer recognize it. Nearly everyone I’ve met has certainly experienced it,
Normalizing Abuse…is no anthem to victimhood.
The other night, my honey and I watched the classic 1955 movie, “A Streetcar Named Desire.” Always love me some Tennessee Williams. His characters live in a shadowland between hope and despair. I can relate. His female protagonists are drama queens. I know that territory, too. They delve into somber moods and self-destructive behavior. Yep. Check that box. Been there, done that, but thank God and Goddess those days are gone.
I wrote this two years ago, but it’s making the rounds again, and I’m so glad.
My daughter-in-law is Filipina.. Her mother was one of nine children. Most of the surviving family members gather for special occasions. Diana hosts Thanksgiving, and that’s where we went for our feast this year.
These gatherings are epic. The love, warmth, laughter, and joking-around create a cacophony that sends some of the more sensitive souls out for a breath of air!
There’s never a dull moment. Before you’ve run out of after dinner conversation the games begin. (I won a Starbuck’s card at pass-the-pumpkin and lost $5 on five rounds of Bingo).
Planning what to take and thinking of a hostess gift, I remembered that Auntie Diana LOVED my little Tiffany lam
I walked in from the sidelines to a musical crescendo from the Sinatra version of Ebb Tide. Projected clips of rolling seas and ocean swells shone onto the drapes behind me. I swished my long taffeta skirt, and the audince asked for more.