…not in a row…

For the last 12 days I have had a monster cold..hacking  like I was going to cough up Detroit..which then turned into a sinus infection..and now is just too much…so a visit to the 24 hour emergency/urgent care clinic will be today’s major activity…it is open from 8-3 on Saturdays. It seems a Steve Wright joke has turned into prophecy.

Steven Wright is one of my favorite comics…his jokes are so obvious it is painful.  “It’s a small small world…but I wouldn’t want to paint it.”  His straight deadpan delivery makes them even funnier, so matter of fact.

“I put my humidifier and dehumidifier in the living room…and let them fight it out.”

My favorite one:

“I pull up in my van to the Mini-Mart down my street, the owner is locking up the door to a dark store.  I say Hey!  Whatcha’ doing?  The sign says 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. The owner looks at me and says….Not in a row.”

The web site for the urgent care clinic says on the top banner….24 hours a day 7 days a week…and then on a side bar…gives hours M-F 7-7…and Saturday 7-3…

Too funny….

the semicolon project

This young woman says it brilliantly..how depression, at a very young age…even for those that are the societal ‘picture’ of perfection..suffer…and fall way down the rabbit hole….she is a strong soul…and we can learn from her…..great piece….


FullSizeRender-1FullSizeRender Today I went to a tattoo artist, and for $60 I let a man with a giant Jesus-tattoo on his head ink a semi-colon onto my wrist where it will stay until the day I die. By now, enough people have started asking questions that it made sense for me to start talking, and talking about things that aren’t particularly easy.

We’ll start here: a semi-colon is a place in a sentence where the author has the decision to stop with a period, but chooses not to. A semi-colon is a reminder to pause and then keep going. 

In April I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety. By the beginning of May I was popping anti-depressents every morning with a breakfast I could barely stomach. In June, I had to leave a job I’d wanted since I first set foot on this campus as an incoming freshmen because of my mental…

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Mint + Lemonade

Sandy is my own dose of refreshing brilliance!

Grassroots & Gardening

As we begin the 90-90 season in Washington (90 degrees, 90 percent humidity), it’s an appropriate time to introduce a refreshing drink from the Middle East.

When I visited Sam in UAE, we toured an ancient neighborhood of Dubai. After several hours we were hot and sweaty and parched. He suggested a local drink, mint lemonade, as a sure pick-me-up. I wasn’t so sure, but readily agreed. Getting out of the sun was my priority.

We sat silently in the late afternoon shade while the waitress slowly made her rounds and eventually produced our drinks. The mint lemonades in tall icy-cold glasses were curiously green. Herbaceously green.

Mint Lemonade Mint Lemonade

I took a sip. Mmm. It was so refreshing. The mint, the lemon, the ice all combined to create a drink that washed away the heat. After a few sips, we were alive again, talking, enthusiastic about our evening plans.


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Modern Day Mary Magdalens?

More power to these women….I am with them….

The Dish

The trailer for God’s Daughters, a documentary exploring the lives and ministries of Roman Catholic Womenpriests:

In an interview, director Luc Novovitch considers the Vatican’s view of these women:

We have to be honest: the Catholic Church has never be a beacon of progressive or even open-minded thinking. They decided centuries ago that it was a men’s affair, and they will cling as long as they can to their power. Womenpriests must be a direct threat. They are open, simple, and authentic in their faith. They favor a loose and open organization. And they are qualified to be priests. One needs a Master of Divinity to be considered as a candidate. And if admitted, it takes years before being ordained.  Womenpriests are capable and serious, and that is competition for the male-dominated church!

JoAnne Viviano recently attended an ordination service by the Association of Roman Catholic Women Priests:


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20 Pictures Of Baby Pandas That Will Instantly Make Your Day Better

Now this is perfection…..

Thought Catalog

Sometimes you need an encouraging word to get you out of a funk. Sometimes a good drink will do it as well. However, one thing that never fails is a bunch of pictures of baby pandas. Enjoy! TC Mark

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Jehovah Witness at the door.

Meditating yesterday…..sat in front of the west window..watching the sun set between the rooftops across  the neighborhood.  As I sat and listened to the bowl chime I tried to do a ‘soft’ focus on the setting sun….then the intense cacophony of remainder thoughts was overwhelming in my head…so I just breathed…acknowledged this raising dissonant sound in my head…and then let it go out of my head…adn went back to looking at the setting sun between the rooftops.  Everytime the river of randomness would surge in my head….I would mentally open the gates…and let it go..drain out…and look at the sun again….then back to the ‘egg of light’….and I visualized it in front of me and a little above me, surrounding me in a warm bright light.  I quietly prayed that Archangel Micheal would embrace me bring me all of God’s love…self acceptance and acknowledgement of my own worth.  I prayed that he would keep me with him..and open my heart.   As the ringing chimes indicated the end of the ten minutes I raised my head, noticed the sun was almost behind the other side of the earth…and took a deep breath.  

I did feel very calm after…and then continued my day/evening.  I did feel consciously lighter, more ready to laugh at Nellie..more patient with her puppy chewing and snapping…and she seemed to respond by doing less of both…reflecting on ti late that night, it seemed like I was someone else.  Quite remarkable.  I let the nagging thoughts of how much the basement renovation work would take (after the sewage back up destroyed drywall and carpet, just out of my head…and focused on Nellie and what we were doing, playing catch with the blue and gold knot ball.  

As i meditated I also said a prayer that I had read earlier that day…

May i be at peace.  May my heart remain open. May I awaken to the light of my own true nature  May I be healed.  May I be a source of healing for all beings.


 (that one did seem a tad egotistical…but hey…the woman that wrote the prayer, and the book, is better at this than most)

That will be my focus today as i ‘sit’ this afternoon.  

The Jehovah Witness women came today, after a long absence.  (After my specific prayer to keep my heart open) This particular Witness always come to our  house, about once a quarter.  She is a true angel.  Now I don’t follow their teachings, but her knowledge of the Bible, her light brief approach to her work is genius.  She always makes me feel better….and how can it hurt to have someone, even a Jehovah Witness, praying for you?  I think she is a source of healing for all beings….because of her heart and intent.  




Meditation & Prayer…a Southern Jew in America

Meditation & Prayer…a Southern Jew in America

This writer has experienced religion as something he rejected as a youth, despite his family heritage. Then found his way back to it, not in a straight line, but as a circle, by living every day in many diverse settings of other religions. I think this is another way to ‘meditate’, not in the traditional ‘sit’ method, but as a person moves through one’s day.

…and one more thing…

I have had a clinical psychologist on my payroll for a thousand years….(that’s what it seems like to the different therapists) .  My uber master of all psychologists had the nerve to retire…can you believe it?  So I called the two names referred to me by her and another doctor I know.  Both…BOTH of these clinical psychologists are too busy for new victims….no, just one was too busy..the other only took a certain type of insurance, and you would be correct to bet that i DO NOT have that particular type of insurance.  So….there ya’ go…thanks, thanks, for nothing….as i look at news articles about how the climate change will wreck lives of people and make extinct animals of our diverse planet…and that continued topic just makes me sick with fear…sick with sadness and sick that we could have done something about it…but the people that make too much money on oil….coal…natural gas….don’t want to make less money.  So they buy elected officials and ensure that nothing punitive or meaningful will be done to curb if not reverse global warming andi its deleterious effect on our planet..but that’s just me…

That fruitless therapist search was the icing on the proverbial cake as this week progresses….