Dear President-Elect Trump:
Congratulations! You are now our president and possibly the most powerful person on the planet.
Your responsibility as a role model for people around the world, especially our young people and children, is immense.
You are a compelling leader. The world finds you fascinating. You have a once-in-a-lifetime and unique opportunity to influence billions of people.
We are all watching you with hope.
Who are you?
My wish list for inspiring the world to be a better place:
Good luck in the next four years.
Randolph’s social life was reduced to the grocery store. He tried to go every day just to get out of the house. Spending time in the deli where he could buy premade meals, imagining sharing a meal with anyone and having a conversation over good food. Yup tonight it was going to be a special meal. He allowed himself lasagna on those days he really needed a pick me up. Store brand canned beans for lunch. A macaroni salad and what the heck, a green salad if he felt like something healthy…. And a carton of that disgusting lactaid milk.
Standing in his favorite checker’s lane, Polly kept looking over and smiling at him. Bless her.
“Yikes Randolph! Your milk is leaking!”
“I’ll just run and get a replacement, you take this lady behind me in the meantime.”
Randolph guessed it wasn’t going to be that great of a day spirits falling as he went for the replacement carton. Old fool didn’t even notice the milk was leaking.
Rushing back to check out Polly was just finishing up with that lady, they both turned to him with big smiles! Maybe his zipper was undone? Still it was nice to have a couple of ladies smiling at him like that.
Handing Polly his replacement carton he noticed his groceries were already sacked.
“Hey Randolph, that lady bought all your groceries for you. She said for you to have a nice day! ”
An impish smile lit up his face which stayed with him all nice day long.
September’s yoga puppy is Bella doing Lotus Pose.
Monty’s suggestion? Follow with seated side bends with your best friend.
Come to Easy Pose. Place your dog in your lap. Place right-hand on floor at your side-left arm reaches up and over. Several deep breaths. Come to center place left hand on floor at your side-right hand reaches up and over. Several deep breaths.
Carefully flip your legs switching top leg without dislodging your best friend. Repeat on each side.
Monty finds doing yoga with his best friend is much more beneficial than practicing alone.
Yes we had a trombone player in church!
The Jeffco Brass inspired us with their music.
My favorite dancers from this year’s Powwow?
Both were children. This young man who danced with his whole body, it was mesmerizing!
This young lady who’s theme was Hello Kitty!
Showing off my iPhone photography skills, another dancer feet off the ground. This young lady was very skillful.
And an attempt at live action sketching, yikes! I’m addicted to this new challenge.
Watashi wa Akazaru.
I am Red Monkey. Born this month in the Year of the Red Fire Monkey which occurs once every 60 years.
I now live with Sanseilife who was born in the Year of the Red Fire Monkey 60 years ago.
Although I am a trickster, I take my duties in my new home seriously. I will defend my family against disease and demons using my natural desire to protect and my clever wit to outsmart all evil.
My best friends are the Sanzaru. Speak No Evil – Iwazaru, Hear No Evil – Kikazaru, and See No Evil – Mizaru.
Here is good natured Mizaru. Hontoni kawaii ne? (Really cute huh?)
The theft of the rattle was disturbing. The only item stolen from the studio. Trying to distract herself from this mystery Mary Lou did some research on rattles.
Discovered at archaeological sites throughout the world there was plenty to learn.
Music, healing rituals, spiritual journeys, the supernatural, and simply a child’s toy.
Ceremonial, sacred, magical, powerful, and simply soothing.
Her dreams included the peaceful vibrations of the different rattles she had studied and now created in her dreams. Wooden rattles carved with love, gourds painted and decorated with leather and feathers, and the clay rattles of all shapes and engravings. Rattles filled with rocks, seeds, grains, shells and clay pellets. A sighing haaaa as her breath entered each rattle before it was sealed.
This tube rattle had crossed over from her dream world. Almost alive it seemed to ache to be put to work. Most rattles had a noble job. She wondered at its purpose.
Muse: A source of inspiration and a guiding spirit.
Today’s muse is the older man standing in line in front of me at the grocery store and wherever his thoughts were taking him. With a look of annoyance he was rearranging the magazines.
Here is my story:
Wilbur let the frown take over as he straightened out the magazine rack. The customers before him obviously didn’t have any respect for something they weren’t going to buy. Magazines in the wrong slots. Magazines shoved in slots sideways and bent. Sheesh.
When him and Sammy read the comic magazines at the Super Drug they respected the opportunity to read for free and Sammy especially loved to organize and straighten the comics in the rack after the other kids scrambled it. Wilbur especially loved Sammy, his little brother and best friend.
Mr. Albert, the pharmacist, sometimes gave Sammy a dog eared comic or two as “payment” for keeping the rack organized. Wilbur smiled as he straighted out the last People magazine and slid it into its slot.
My hero and today’s muse, Wilbur and his brother Sammy.