alOha ; )
So I know a lot of our friends and followers here at the Winnie Diaries aren't on Face Book (probably for the better in the grand scheme of living your life and all .. ; )
But anyway, sometimes we post little things there, and I think - 'this could almost be a little blog, but not quite.'
So occasionally, I'll update this page with some of the things that we post on our wall ; )
Here goes -
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This is a shot from our recent camping times family times trip with the babes !
Turns out chia goes catnip-Wild for citronella-based bug spray ... she'll just walk up and rub her little cheek all over you to get the smell on her .. ha ha ha .. at first I was like, "ummmmm .. can I help you??" but it was so cute : )
loVe,
p&j
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I look up from my computer and through the open window and see this ...
After having these babes in our lives, I finally understand the statement of ... I could just die. It's like my heart is being slowly taken away by some warm and pleasant euthanasia.
I could just die ..
loVe,
p&j
______________________________________________________
I'm so Fu*$!^g sick of people censoring everything : ! }
Loosen up .. bay-bees : )
loVe,
- the weird people who just want to communicate without thinking about who will be offended by what : ? Besides, who can really express themselves with a built, hypersensitive in FCC in their heads? Ope ... I think I'm onto something : )
______________________________________________________
It's a thing of peace and beauty : )
Something about being with the hives and looking into those boxes seems to shrink the whole universe down into the size of the frames and combs and hive box, and we'll just sit there for hours, talking quietly, spiritually sweating in our bee suits, with the aroma of bee pheromones (smells like banana when they're spooky), the desert grass smoke, and we don't leave until the sun sneaks away from us and the sky turns orange.
One of the few things in life that I've found that goes into immediate and involuntary Zen .. what a powerful medicine this is.
loVe,
p&j
______________________________________________________
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toOk home a wittle sample from hive numero uno last night ; ) it's saturated with loVe and dripping with sweetness .. and as connoisseurs & loVers of honey, this is seriously the most mmMmmazing batch we've eVer tasted!!! loVe you bees! loVe you desert cat claw ; ) bzzzZzt!
______________________________________________________
Walking the babes .. with the momma who made me : )
______________________________________________________
Had to make some room in hive six ... that hive .. they build every which way. Lotta work.
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ezzie walked out into the creek today, all on her own .. that's a first !!
loVe.
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I posted about this Native pottery last night, but didn't tell the whole story ..
When I was a kid .. maybe ten years old, my parents brought the whole family in our big brown van out on an outing to a place where some team (many volunteers) were excavating a native ruin site. It was just a spot in the middle of the desert, and I remember seeing all the adults digging and picking and sifting great piles of dirt through metal screens .. looking for tools and pot sherds.
I remember being told that if we found anything, we were supposed to bring it to this canopy section where more people were washing the pieces in buckets .. and others were trying to piece them back together.
I walked off by myself, down a wash and between many bushes, and pottery pieces just started jumping out at me. I started picking them up, feeling proud that I was able to find them so easily compared to all the work that was going on back at the site. And I filled my pockets ... I think I went back to the family van and snuck a bag out and almost filled it. I remember feeling a little scared at just how much I had collected, and with the idea that I didn't want to turn it in ...
The image of this bag is very vivid in my mind, and one of the only other memories I have of it was bringing it to school for show and tell, and everyone liked it, but I remember the teacher saying something like, "Are you sure you're allowed to have that??"
Just last week, I was telling juwels the story of the bag of pottery and saying that I have no recollection of what ever happened to it ... I knew it was special stuff even back then, not something I would have just cast away. I know I didn't give it away, trade it to a friend, etc ... it just vanished.
Enter a cluttered old antique shop, yesterday, on the Route 66 here in Flag. We're speed shopping just minutes before the post was going to close, and I come across this bag of pottery. And it matched the one in my head. The patterns on the pieces and everything ... "I think I need this pottery," I said to juwels. I almost never buy stuff .. or say that ... last time was at an antique show in CA .. and in my hands were a very well made pair of leather kids shoes from the 1920's. I don't know why I need these things .. but in this case, I felt like I just needed to get them out of this store and out of this plastic bag, so I paid the bail ... $15 .. and brought them out into the sunlight.
The lady at the front counter kind of spooked me when she asked if I knew how to clear the energy in these pieces ... and she didn't even seem to want to touch the bag. I guess it never occurred to me that they'd have anything but love and nature and the earth in them. And anyway, I didn't plan to sell them as trendy pendants to city folks or do anything commercial with them. Still not sure what I'll do with the pieces. We thought about bringing them on our adventures and placing them back out into nature ... juwels said something about sinking a few in the verde hot springs .. and we might share a few, too.
Anyway, they've been saged, twice ... and my dream last night was filled with one particular person, so I'm thinking that she might need a piece ..
Enjoy the pictures ... you can see actual finger prints in some of them. What a beautiful life the tribes had at times .. a lot to be envied there. I was thinking about it the other day, and I was thinking that we could have saved a lot if we would have just looked up to the right people when we came to these lands. Respect and gratitude and cooperation .. things we're still trying to learn today, were all here before we came .. but we chose the Gold Rush .. and progress .. and still are today. ..
Time to commune with my hooved friends in the sunshine, loVe,
p&j
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Swimming goats : )
Here's another sneek peak at the birthday blog coming out tonight !!
Keep an eye out for it on the Winnebago Diaries : )
loVe
p&j
______________________________________________________
Rock-a-by baybee ..
poppy and ezzie mezzie enjoying our dumpster dive rocking chair .. she was real fussy this morning before this moment.
loVe.
______________________________________________________
Am I the only one who likes to listen to songs on repeat?
(best with songs without words.)
Familiarity does not breed contempt .. a fidgety, unhappy mind that always needs new things to feel happy breeds contempt. Of everything and anyone and anything. I find themes and rituals (different than schedules) breeds .. warmth and happiness. But maybe I'm just a freak : ?
loVe,
p&j
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The opposite of loVe is Math.
The end : )
BzzZzzZzzz !!
______________________________________________________
Exciting news !!
Just got word on a great opportunity to get more wild hives, and come the beginning of next week, Fair Share Honey will be 14 hives strong!!
loVe,
p&j
______________________________________________________
Just had a very poignant reminder of how awkward I am around other human beings after bumping into a (very sweet) mutual acquaintance at the thrift store.
I wish I had it on film .. one of those moments that can make even the sitcom viewer feel embarrassed .. thousands of miles away on their couch.
The premature ejection from a conversation - and one that doesn't quite take hold the first, second or third time .. can be a very unconformable thing.
Still loVe being an adolescent over a robot any day of the week ; )
- p
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Dug up from the old Novel archives ...... Juwels used to loVe doing my signs. And such a steady hand ; )
The sign she's working on, which stood in front of 10 to 30 thousand people per hot summer day, read, " Wow ! Look, that guy's selling his book on the streets ! How Cool ! - We should go see what it's about."
"- Suggested Inner Monologue"
Night ; )
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Thought of the Day:
A few weeks ago - when we were down in the canyon at the hot springs for our weekAway, we were walking in the sun down the long fire road to the river crossing, and a small vermin of some kind - maybe a prairie dog - bolted across the path ahead of us.
He made it up the hill on the other side before we were even 40 feet from him, but as we passed by, I looked up in the direction he'd gone, wondering if I'd see a burrow of some sort, a place where he'd escaped to, but rather, there he was, standing on his hind legs in the shade of a mesquite.
He wanted to see us go by, out of sight and out of fear-range. I thought this was a very enlightened thing to do ... to watch his fears fade away on the horizon, from the comfortable place of observation, and not just bury his head in a dark hole and hide out in the paranoia of his own mind, from which place, he could envision that we were out there waiting for him.
A guru can come in any form .. if you're paying attention and realizing your humble place in things ; )
loVe.
______________________________________________________
I've been digging out stacks of old note pads and reading hand written entries from the past 5 or 6 years (found a 40 page entry on buying the Winnie ... wow .. drama. )
Anyway - I found this flyer that we'd made back in Venice when all the Urban Campers were getting towed and arrested off the late-night streets .. almost had a place to park at night next to a fabric store on Lincoln - safe harbor from the yuppie hit squad and angry beat cops .. it didn't happen though, and we just kept our whits about us once the sun went down. (we normally parked in the Beach parking lot during the day .. when we could afford it. )
If the police come 'a knockin, make sure Miss Winnie's not 'a rockin ; )
loVe,
-p&j
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Random thought of the Day:
"The greatest miss-use of your own civil liberties is to deny another theirs."
This phrase sums up an encounter, well, a voyeuristic encounter that I once had back in Venice Beach, CA.
I was at Whole Foods, in the front patio section on the curb .. maybe eating a grass fed burger with no bun, and the gay rights people were out there, waving their sign and trying to get people to sign their petition and pledge money to Prop 8, same sex marriage.
This is a painful thing to watch for an introverted, over-thinking creature: rapid fire rejection. The awkwardness of it when the passersby are nice but unhelpful and the coldness of when they look right through you. The petitioner jumps around, actually dancing at times (to draw attention, I am told). It's repetitive and very humbling, the numbers game ...
And out walks a rather large black woman, pushing a cart. The young girl waves with both hands, one, still holding the clipboard, and says, "Do you want to help all citizens get their rights by supporting Prop 8?"
At first, I thought this woman was just going to be a walk-by. She takes a few more steps, now past the questioner, purses her lips, and then stops, unable to go by, and says, "No. I don't think they should be getting married. It's a sin, and that's not the way it's supposed to be."
I forget what the young girl said in response, probably whatever she was trained to say to defuse things like this, maybe, "Okay, you're entitled to your opinion." or something like that.
This woman had no obligation to fund and help the cause, but I had no doubt she'd actually vote against it when the time came. As she walked past me, I just ran the situation over in my head again and again, but I'm not great at quick responses all the time, and I wasn't going to chime in anyway, but the irony of it really stuck with me:
I felt like asking this woman, "Are you glad that slavery was abolished?"
I'm guessing I'd get a "Yes." Or just a blank stare ...
"And what about women .." I might have asked, "do you think they should have the right to vote and hold jobs and wear pants?"
Yes - against all the people who tried to block your rights and freedom, others stood up and fought so you could finally be standing here, free to block the rights of others in this great democracy.
"The greatest miss-use of your own civil liberties is to deny another theirs."
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Posted Under - Random thought of the Day:
There's something oddly satisfying about 'wasting a day' ... and then laughing at the idea that such a thing can even happen when each new breath is an impermanent gift ...
______________________________________________________
Posted Under - Random thought of the Day:
If one person really enjoys and uses their time to the fullest, and another person doesn't, are they both selling the same thing/ product during the 9 to 5 ?
______________________________________________________
... so I'm at the acupuncturist yesterday, just getting high, and at the end of the session, with all the needles taken out of my back (they were vibrating mid-session) he has me roll over onto my back and starts needling my inner ear (there's a lot of points in there .. but I thought we were done with the treatment)
And when he told me I was all set, I pointed at my ears, like, .. are there still needles in there?
He told me they were leave-in gold studs called, "golden ear seeds" and that they'd probably fall out on their own ...
I almost pulled them out last night because it was late, and these things, in each ear, seemed to be talking back an forth to each other - sending signals across my grey matter like soup cans on a string. ..
But I'm a sucker for experience, so they're still in there now, little golden ear seeds ; )
zap, zap,
loVe,
-p&j
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I carry a couple little stones in my pocket, not because I -know- that they're magic .. but because they help me appreciate things, little breaks and beauties in life: the Green light at the bottom of the hill, the bird that just so happened to sit on the Winnie's roof and sing me into the new day, juwels' little squeal of delight (normally coming from the kitchen while tasting a new recipe), the amazing catch of a soapy mug or jar which slipped from my grasp.
There are so many little blessings and strokes of luck in this life, and when I first started with the pocket crystal, years ago, I kept thinking .. there's another one .. there's another one, and wondered if one thing had anything to do with the other ; )
But the gift of gratitude and attention to lights-other-than-Red has been the most amazing of all ; )
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Juwles loVes making up these little notes .. so if you're getting a candle for a friend, don't hesitate to send along a little loVe in letters ; )
buzz-buzz ; )
enjoy your SUNday, loVe,
-p&j
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Random thought of the Day:
(revised and distilled from my last 1/2 thought)
My time always feels the most valuable when I'm not selling it.. .
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one man's trash ...
Bringing down the trash the other day, and what did juwels spy in the dumpster - sitting on top of an old mattress ??
a $250 Dewalt chop saw ??
Must bee broken beyond repair ..
Nope - perfectly working - just tossed away by somebody who didn't want to take the time to gift it to a friend or post list it on Craig'sList .. this is Crazy! We needed one of these so bad when we were broke and building the Winnie (we seriously stared by cutting 2 X 4's with a 99 cent store hand saw .. . borrowed a friend's chop saw after that and eventually graduated to making one our own ; )
Glad to have rescued this - now we can donate ours to another bargain builder ; )
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... just nabbed this hand-stamped, leather wrapped bottle with a bust of William Shakespeare embossed front and center.
It's a big bottle and won't be a cheap candle, but I just had to .. . even if it's just for our personal collection - never seen anything like it ; )
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36" of fresh and fluffy powder = a delightful afternoOn ; )
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For some random reason "Argo" was playing at the local theater - it was just one showing, resurrected after it'd been pulled from the ticket for some time. (I'm guessing the film co. accidentally sent it back to the theater and they said .. what the hell, let's do a showing.
It was great - and later - at the the thrift store - just as we were about to leave, juwels, with her found bamboo cutting boards, hand thrown tea mugs and an extremely under priced cashmere cardigan (or at least she said) I was compelled to buy this mothball scented coat from the women's rack. I even had a young girl who worked there attempt to send me over to the men's rack. I told her that I wanted to be looking through grandma's closet - I liked how gaudy and flamboyant they all were. She looked worried for me ..
Given the time period and general anomaly of this purchase - I blame 'Argo.' .. and I also thank Argo.
Juwels made me an unwitting model as she tried out her new wide angle lens .. I look crazy or drunk in most of the others. Not guilty on the latter .. and plead the 5th on the former ; )
'night
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Life becomes a lot more fun .. and easy going, as soon as you let go of the urge to take yourself too seriously. When you set the stakes too high, everything can feel so tense, dire and dramatic. Who wants to live like that ??
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So I know a lot of our friends and followers here at the Winnie Diaries aren't on Face Book (probably for the better in the grand scheme of living your life and all .. ; )
But anyway, sometimes we post little things there, and I think - 'this could almost be a little blog, but not quite.'
So occasionally, I'll update this page with some of the things that we post on our wall ; )
Here goes -
______________________________________________________
This is a shot from our recent camping times family times trip with the babes !
Turns out chia goes catnip-Wild for citronella-based bug spray ... she'll just walk up and rub her little cheek all over you to get the smell on her .. ha ha ha .. at first I was like, "ummmmm .. can I help you??" but it was so cute : )
loVe,
p&j
______________________________________________________
I look up from my computer and through the open window and see this ...
After having these babes in our lives, I finally understand the statement of ... I could just die. It's like my heart is being slowly taken away by some warm and pleasant euthanasia.
I could just die ..
loVe,
p&j
______________________________________________________
I'm so Fu*$!^g sick of people censoring everything : ! }
Loosen up .. bay-bees : )
loVe,
- the weird people who just want to communicate without thinking about who will be offended by what : ? Besides, who can really express themselves with a built, hypersensitive in FCC in their heads? Ope ... I think I'm onto something : )
______________________________________________________
It's a thing of peace and beauty : )
Something about being with the hives and looking into those boxes seems to shrink the whole universe down into the size of the frames and combs and hive box, and we'll just sit there for hours, talking quietly, spiritually sweating in our bee suits, with the aroma of bee pheromones (smells like banana when they're spooky), the desert grass smoke, and we don't leave until the sun sneaks away from us and the sky turns orange.
One of the few things in life that I've found that goes into immediate and involuntary Zen .. what a powerful medicine this is.
loVe,
p&j
______________________________________________________
______________________________________________________
toOk home a wittle sample from hive numero uno last night ; ) it's saturated with loVe and dripping with sweetness .. and as connoisseurs & loVers of honey, this is seriously the most mmMmmazing batch we've eVer tasted!!! loVe you bees! loVe you desert cat claw ; ) bzzzZzt!
______________________________________________________
Walking the babes .. with the momma who made me : )
______________________________________________________
Had to make some room in hive six ... that hive .. they build every which way. Lotta work.
______________________________________________________
ezzie walked out into the creek today, all on her own .. that's a first !!
loVe.
______________________________________________________
I posted about this Native pottery last night, but didn't tell the whole story ..
When I was a kid .. maybe ten years old, my parents brought the whole family in our big brown van out on an outing to a place where some team (many volunteers) were excavating a native ruin site. It was just a spot in the middle of the desert, and I remember seeing all the adults digging and picking and sifting great piles of dirt through metal screens .. looking for tools and pot sherds.
I remember being told that if we found anything, we were supposed to bring it to this canopy section where more people were washing the pieces in buckets .. and others were trying to piece them back together.
I walked off by myself, down a wash and between many bushes, and pottery pieces just started jumping out at me. I started picking them up, feeling proud that I was able to find them so easily compared to all the work that was going on back at the site. And I filled my pockets ... I think I went back to the family van and snuck a bag out and almost filled it. I remember feeling a little scared at just how much I had collected, and with the idea that I didn't want to turn it in ...
The image of this bag is very vivid in my mind, and one of the only other memories I have of it was bringing it to school for show and tell, and everyone liked it, but I remember the teacher saying something like, "Are you sure you're allowed to have that??"
Just last week, I was telling juwels the story of the bag of pottery and saying that I have no recollection of what ever happened to it ... I knew it was special stuff even back then, not something I would have just cast away. I know I didn't give it away, trade it to a friend, etc ... it just vanished.
Enter a cluttered old antique shop, yesterday, on the Route 66 here in Flag. We're speed shopping just minutes before the post was going to close, and I come across this bag of pottery. And it matched the one in my head. The patterns on the pieces and everything ... "I think I need this pottery," I said to juwels. I almost never buy stuff .. or say that ... last time was at an antique show in CA .. and in my hands were a very well made pair of leather kids shoes from the 1920's. I don't know why I need these things .. but in this case, I felt like I just needed to get them out of this store and out of this plastic bag, so I paid the bail ... $15 .. and brought them out into the sunlight.
The lady at the front counter kind of spooked me when she asked if I knew how to clear the energy in these pieces ... and she didn't even seem to want to touch the bag. I guess it never occurred to me that they'd have anything but love and nature and the earth in them. And anyway, I didn't plan to sell them as trendy pendants to city folks or do anything commercial with them. Still not sure what I'll do with the pieces. We thought about bringing them on our adventures and placing them back out into nature ... juwels said something about sinking a few in the verde hot springs .. and we might share a few, too.
Anyway, they've been saged, twice ... and my dream last night was filled with one particular person, so I'm thinking that she might need a piece ..
Enjoy the pictures ... you can see actual finger prints in some of them. What a beautiful life the tribes had at times .. a lot to be envied there. I was thinking about it the other day, and I was thinking that we could have saved a lot if we would have just looked up to the right people when we came to these lands. Respect and gratitude and cooperation .. things we're still trying to learn today, were all here before we came .. but we chose the Gold Rush .. and progress .. and still are today. ..
Time to commune with my hooved friends in the sunshine, loVe,
p&j
______________________________________________________
Swimming goats : )
Here's another sneek peak at the birthday blog coming out tonight !!
Keep an eye out for it on the Winnebago Diaries : )
loVe
p&j
______________________________________________________
Rock-a-by baybee ..
poppy and ezzie mezzie enjoying our dumpster dive rocking chair .. she was real fussy this morning before this moment.
loVe.
______________________________________________________
Am I the only one who likes to listen to songs on repeat?
(best with songs without words.)
Familiarity does not breed contempt .. a fidgety, unhappy mind that always needs new things to feel happy breeds contempt. Of everything and anyone and anything. I find themes and rituals (different than schedules) breeds .. warmth and happiness. But maybe I'm just a freak : ?
loVe,
p&j
______________________________________________________
The opposite of loVe is Math.
The end : )
BzzZzzZzzz !!
______________________________________________________
Exciting news !!
Just got word on a great opportunity to get more wild hives, and come the beginning of next week, Fair Share Honey will be 14 hives strong!!
loVe,
p&j
______________________________________________________
Just had a very poignant reminder of how awkward I am around other human beings after bumping into a (very sweet) mutual acquaintance at the thrift store.
I wish I had it on film .. one of those moments that can make even the sitcom viewer feel embarrassed .. thousands of miles away on their couch.
The premature ejection from a conversation - and one that doesn't quite take hold the first, second or third time .. can be a very unconformable thing.
Still loVe being an adolescent over a robot any day of the week ; )
- p
______________________________________________________
Dug up from the old Novel archives ...... Juwels used to loVe doing my signs. And such a steady hand ; )
The sign she's working on, which stood in front of 10 to 30 thousand people per hot summer day, read, " Wow ! Look, that guy's selling his book on the streets ! How Cool ! - We should go see what it's about."
"- Suggested Inner Monologue"
Night ; )
______________________________________________________
Thought of the Day:
A few weeks ago - when we were down in the canyon at the hot springs for our weekAway, we were walking in the sun down the long fire road to the river crossing, and a small vermin of some kind - maybe a prairie dog - bolted across the path ahead of us.
He made it up the hill on the other side before we were even 40 feet from him, but as we passed by, I looked up in the direction he'd gone, wondering if I'd see a burrow of some sort, a place where he'd escaped to, but rather, there he was, standing on his hind legs in the shade of a mesquite.
He wanted to see us go by, out of sight and out of fear-range. I thought this was a very enlightened thing to do ... to watch his fears fade away on the horizon, from the comfortable place of observation, and not just bury his head in a dark hole and hide out in the paranoia of his own mind, from which place, he could envision that we were out there waiting for him.
A guru can come in any form .. if you're paying attention and realizing your humble place in things ; )
loVe.
______________________________________________________
I've been digging out stacks of old note pads and reading hand written entries from the past 5 or 6 years (found a 40 page entry on buying the Winnie ... wow .. drama. )
Anyway - I found this flyer that we'd made back in Venice when all the Urban Campers were getting towed and arrested off the late-night streets .. almost had a place to park at night next to a fabric store on Lincoln - safe harbor from the yuppie hit squad and angry beat cops .. it didn't happen though, and we just kept our whits about us once the sun went down. (we normally parked in the Beach parking lot during the day .. when we could afford it. )
If the police come 'a knockin, make sure Miss Winnie's not 'a rockin ; )
loVe,
-p&j
______________________________________________________
Random thought of the Day:
"The greatest miss-use of your own civil liberties is to deny another theirs."
This phrase sums up an encounter, well, a voyeuristic encounter that I once had back in Venice Beach, CA.
I was at Whole Foods, in the front patio section on the curb .. maybe eating a grass fed burger with no bun, and the gay rights people were out there, waving their sign and trying to get people to sign their petition and pledge money to Prop 8, same sex marriage.
This is a painful thing to watch for an introverted, over-thinking creature: rapid fire rejection. The awkwardness of it when the passersby are nice but unhelpful and the coldness of when they look right through you. The petitioner jumps around, actually dancing at times (to draw attention, I am told). It's repetitive and very humbling, the numbers game ...
And out walks a rather large black woman, pushing a cart. The young girl waves with both hands, one, still holding the clipboard, and says, "Do you want to help all citizens get their rights by supporting Prop 8?"
At first, I thought this woman was just going to be a walk-by. She takes a few more steps, now past the questioner, purses her lips, and then stops, unable to go by, and says, "No. I don't think they should be getting married. It's a sin, and that's not the way it's supposed to be."
I forget what the young girl said in response, probably whatever she was trained to say to defuse things like this, maybe, "Okay, you're entitled to your opinion." or something like that.
This woman had no obligation to fund and help the cause, but I had no doubt she'd actually vote against it when the time came. As she walked past me, I just ran the situation over in my head again and again, but I'm not great at quick responses all the time, and I wasn't going to chime in anyway, but the irony of it really stuck with me:
I felt like asking this woman, "Are you glad that slavery was abolished?"
I'm guessing I'd get a "Yes." Or just a blank stare ...
"And what about women .." I might have asked, "do you think they should have the right to vote and hold jobs and wear pants?"
Yes - against all the people who tried to block your rights and freedom, others stood up and fought so you could finally be standing here, free to block the rights of others in this great democracy.
"The greatest miss-use of your own civil liberties is to deny another theirs."
______________________________________________________
Posted Under - Random thought of the Day:
There's something oddly satisfying about 'wasting a day' ... and then laughing at the idea that such a thing can even happen when each new breath is an impermanent gift ...
______________________________________________________
Posted Under - Random thought of the Day:
If one person really enjoys and uses their time to the fullest, and another person doesn't, are they both selling the same thing/ product during the 9 to 5 ?
______________________________________________________
... so I'm at the acupuncturist yesterday, just getting high, and at the end of the session, with all the needles taken out of my back (they were vibrating mid-session) he has me roll over onto my back and starts needling my inner ear (there's a lot of points in there .. but I thought we were done with the treatment)
And when he told me I was all set, I pointed at my ears, like, .. are there still needles in there?
He told me they were leave-in gold studs called, "golden ear seeds" and that they'd probably fall out on their own ...
I almost pulled them out last night because it was late, and these things, in each ear, seemed to be talking back an forth to each other - sending signals across my grey matter like soup cans on a string. ..
But I'm a sucker for experience, so they're still in there now, little golden ear seeds ; )
zap, zap,
loVe,
-p&j
______________________________________________________
I carry a couple little stones in my pocket, not because I -know- that they're magic .. but because they help me appreciate things, little breaks and beauties in life: the Green light at the bottom of the hill, the bird that just so happened to sit on the Winnie's roof and sing me into the new day, juwels' little squeal of delight (normally coming from the kitchen while tasting a new recipe), the amazing catch of a soapy mug or jar which slipped from my grasp.
There are so many little blessings and strokes of luck in this life, and when I first started with the pocket crystal, years ago, I kept thinking .. there's another one .. there's another one, and wondered if one thing had anything to do with the other ; )
But the gift of gratitude and attention to lights-other-than-Red has been the most amazing of all ; )
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Juwles loVes making up these little notes .. so if you're getting a candle for a friend, don't hesitate to send along a little loVe in letters ; )
buzz-buzz ; )
enjoy your SUNday, loVe,
-p&j
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.. Just packing up a big order set for ocean freight to a foreign account ; )
We always get a little excited about stacking a pallet .. this soon changes to dizziness and exhaustion on about the 10th or 15th lap around the pallet with shrink wrap ; )
Wish our little bee-Girls safe sailing ; )
loVe,
-p&j
We always get a little excited about stacking a pallet .. this soon changes to dizziness and exhaustion on about the 10th or 15th lap around the pallet with shrink wrap ; )
Wish our little bee-Girls safe sailing ; )
loVe,
-p&j
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Bye Bye Black Bird ; )
About 400 assorted candles, off to the land of Oz ; )
The trucker man was -very- impressed with juwels' packing job .. if he could only see inside the boxes, meticulous hive-like organization .. we'd expect nothing less from the queen Bee ; )
loVe,
-p&j
About 400 assorted candles, off to the land of Oz ; )
The trucker man was -very- impressed with juwels' packing job .. if he could only see inside the boxes, meticulous hive-like organization .. we'd expect nothing less from the queen Bee ; )
loVe,
-p&j
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Random thought of the Day:
(revised and distilled from my last 1/2 thought)
My time always feels the most valuable when I'm not selling it.. .
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one man's trash ...
Bringing down the trash the other day, and what did juwels spy in the dumpster - sitting on top of an old mattress ??
a $250 Dewalt chop saw ??
Must bee broken beyond repair ..
Nope - perfectly working - just tossed away by somebody who didn't want to take the time to gift it to a friend or post list it on Craig'sList .. this is Crazy! We needed one of these so bad when we were broke and building the Winnie (we seriously stared by cutting 2 X 4's with a 99 cent store hand saw .. . borrowed a friend's chop saw after that and eventually graduated to making one our own ; )
Glad to have rescued this - now we can donate ours to another bargain builder ; )
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... just nabbed this hand-stamped, leather wrapped bottle with a bust of William Shakespeare embossed front and center.
It's a big bottle and won't be a cheap candle, but I just had to .. . even if it's just for our personal collection - never seen anything like it ; )
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36" of fresh and fluffy powder = a delightful afternoOn ; )
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For some random reason "Argo" was playing at the local theater - it was just one showing, resurrected after it'd been pulled from the ticket for some time. (I'm guessing the film co. accidentally sent it back to the theater and they said .. what the hell, let's do a showing.
It was great - and later - at the the thrift store - just as we were about to leave, juwels, with her found bamboo cutting boards, hand thrown tea mugs and an extremely under priced cashmere cardigan (or at least she said) I was compelled to buy this mothball scented coat from the women's rack. I even had a young girl who worked there attempt to send me over to the men's rack. I told her that I wanted to be looking through grandma's closet - I liked how gaudy and flamboyant they all were. She looked worried for me ..
Given the time period and general anomaly of this purchase - I blame 'Argo.' .. and I also thank Argo.
Juwels made me an unwitting model as she tried out her new wide angle lens .. I look crazy or drunk in most of the others. Not guilty on the latter .. and plead the 5th on the former ; )
'night
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Life becomes a lot more fun .. and easy going, as soon as you let go of the urge to take yourself too seriously. When you set the stakes too high, everything can feel so tense, dire and dramatic. Who wants to live like that ??
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