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Where in the World Are You? (repeat with thoughts)

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The way a squirrely mind works…

This morning I laid in bed a little longer and just looked out the window at the trees with their falling orange and brown leaves, and for some very weird reason artwork from an artist I followed popped into my head. Rising, I grabbed my cup of coffee and went to my computer to find him. 

He hadn’t posted since 2023. 

Turns out he changed his website and has gone in a different direction.

Then I thought about other blogs I followed and haven’t heard from in quite a while. 

There were a lot. And I wondered — where did they go? 

I know I wrote a blog about this sometime ago, so I typed in the word “where” in my post search. The article I was looking for didn’t show up, but this one did.

And since I also just read a disturbing quote from a political candidate, this article from 2018 suddenly became cosmically important. 

I won’t post a link — I’ll just repost it here. I hope you get it’s message.

 

Where In the World Are You?

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Today I want to show you a couple of pictures. I’d like to know what you think of them — where they’re from, what kind of people live there. Houses just down the block from you and me.

How about this one?

And a third.

Are these the homes of terrorists? Hostile Politicians?

Is the mother divorced? The father cheating on his wife? Are they Democrats? Republicans? Independents?

You see — you know nothing about the people who live in these houses. You have no idea of their problems, their dreams, their struggles. You have no idea if they’re African American or German or American Indian.

And you know what?

It shouldn’t matter.

I may be naive, but I tend to believe that most of the people in the world are good. They work, they love, they cry. They buy groceries, they take their kids to soccer, and stay awake at night.

We’ve got to get rid of this hatred of other people … hatred towards people we don’t know, never knew, or will never know. We have to fight the prejudices our parents and grandparents passed along to us. We don’t have to LOVE each other, but we certainly don’t need to HATE each other either.

Let them plant their flowers, mow their lawns, and wish upon a star at night. They deserve that chance free of hatred. So do we.

As for the pictures…?

The first one is from Poland, the second Greece, and the last Australia. All done with Google Earth.

Right down the road….

 

 

Thoughts and Music From The Past

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On my way to something completely different — 

I was listening to Perfect Love Songs: Vintage 1930s & 40s Romantic Easy Listening with Ella Fitzgerald, Perry’s Como on You Tube the other night, and my eyes happened to catch this comment from six years ago. The post itself has 4,133,027 views, 117,000+ likes, 2,515 comments.  This was one comment out of 2,515; there were 91 responses to this one thought. These are the ones that affected me.

See if it touches anything inside of you.

 

These songs make me miss the old times I’ve never been to, and miss the person I haven’t met.  ~ Risksa Putri (6 years ago)

Some of the responses….

I remember me and my girl on these times Good old times we were very young and she was pretty and perfect. Walking on the streets of NYC at night on the 1950s. But the problem is that this have never happened. I’m 20y old now. And I dont even have a girlfriend. ~inSanic (4 years ago)

 

We can be sure that we lived in that old time once…. The memories and feelings are real. ~Dora Orban (4 years ago)

 

Me too rizka I just sometimes cry for sometime even my grandmother didn’t exist ~Soufox (2 years ago)

 

Exactly the same feeling … May be there is a time that bodies don’t remember but the souls do! ~Ammonada Zeon (2 years ago)

 

That’s the magic of this kind of long ago music, it’s like nostalgia. A song that can break your heart over someone you never met. ~Clean Water (2 years ago)

 

At 39, I think anything may have been possible, including having a past life/lives. I don’t fit into these current times and have always had an old soul. Only in these songs can I feel connected to my One and Only whom I’ve still never met. I sometimes think we might’ve been born in different eras and therefore I must wait until the afterlife to finally meet him and have that true “old” style love, and that actually lasts forever. ~Laundry Basket (1 year ago)

 

I too share a deep feeling of sadness for all the people I haven’t met on both past and present time periods. All the things I’ll never experience. ~Evelyn Wolff 7 months ago)

 

And finally…(added but not shown…that’s okay…it’s still there)

Imagine, if you would, stopping at this site in You Tube, reading your comment from six years ago. One comment out of 2,515. Time travel is possible – your comment has made it so. Thank you. I am going to write a blog about your comment and give you full credit.  http://www.humoringthegoddess.com.

 

https://youtu.be/Nuq8X4mn8P4

 

 

 

Anthro … What?

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I hate being anthropomorphic.

No — that’s not a political state of mind, nor a medical condition. The word comes from Anthropomorphism. The attribution of human traits, emotions, or intentions to non-human entities.

I am very anthropomorphic.

This is not to be a conversation/discussion of if and how animals think and feel. I will leave that to philosophers and researchers. 

I just hate feeling three-dimensional about animals. 

Most emotions are straight on. Agree, disagree. Understand, Don’t Understand. Understand yet don’t like, don’t understand.

Sifting through the emotions I feel when I see dead animals on the side of the road or in healthy zoo environments is not always an easy line for me to follow. 

I went to the zoo today with my family. The Zoo is a wonderfully clean and organized sanctuary for endangered and non-endangered animals. The animals have doctors, caretakers, chefs, and zoologists to take care of them — more than many of us have. If it were not for zoos many people would never know what some animals like rhinos or giraffes look like.

So I get it.

But when I look into the eyes of a gorilla or a seal I sometimes feel they are speaking to me. Talking to me.

And it creeps me out.

Thinking that orangutans are reading my mind or giraffes are asking to be set free in the wild is, for me, a step across the line. I mean, free the giraffes just to have them be eaten by lions or starve to death? Thinking the gorilla is wondering in human words “What are you looking at?” when he has no idea who or what ~I~ am, does nothing but arouse unneeded guilt, grief, and remorse in me. 

This cosmic picture is much bigger than I am.

I think this all goes back to the life and death and life-after-death thing. The one-minute-you’re-alive-the-next-minute-you’re-dead thing. I don’t deal well with that topic so I try to think about other things, which leads my wandering mind to think about others trying not to think about it either, including animals.

One reason I shouldn’t dwell on these things is that my mind is so convoluted when it comes to mixing reality and fantasy.

I’m glad I got to see the animals with my grandkids, and hope I instilled a respect and reverence in them for life in general and zoo animals in particular. Sometimes that’s all you can do.

Don’t overthink things. Don’t put your thoughts in someone else’s head.

Even if that head belongs to a giraffe.

 

 

Faerie Paths — Whirling

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New thoughts and hopes were whirling through my mind, and all the colours of my life were changing.

~ Charles Dickens

 

 

Faerie Paths — Beauty

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I believe the world is incomprehensibly beautiful — an endless prospect of magic and wonder. –Ansel Adams

 

 

 

 

 

Look! Look!

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Today I am really overwhelmed with beautiful, fun, magical posts. Color! Poetry! Philosophy! You don’t have to follow them (although you will be glad you did), but go take a peek and see if you don’t come out with a smile on your face!

 

Rich Impressions — rothpoetry

https://rothpoetry.wordpress.com/2019/05/20/rich-impressions/

 

Each day…..is a little life…..Purplerays

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

https://purplerays.wordpress.com/2019/05/21/each-day-is-a-little-life/

 

Apple Blossom Breeze — Brenda Davis Harshman

Apple Blossom Breeze

 

Flows — My Monkey Mind

flows

 

Dancing Birds – Make Art – Magic Happens

https://makeartmagichappens.com/2019/05/15/dancing-birds/

 

Miracle — All of It… — David Kanigan

https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/28060549/posts/48754

 

Each Leaf In Its Own Time — Leaf and Twig

https://leafandtwig.wordpress.com/2019/05/21/each-leaf-in-its-own-time/

 

What Do You Yearn For? — Jan Beek

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What Do You Yearn For?

 

Not What I wanted to Hear — Walt Page

https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/127080456/posts/4554

 

I’ve Got a Secret (Song)

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Secrets. We all have them.

Maybe they’re more like moments. Moments we never talk about. Most of them don’t mean a thing. But others…

I was driving to work the other day when I heard the lyrics of the song below,  and it zapped my emotions. It was a song that had meaning only to me. A moment in time sort of thing .  But it has to do with a moment that I don’t share.

Soooo…I was wondering. Some of you must have moments you don’t tell for one reason or another that are brought back to mind every time you hear something familiar.

Is there any quote, any line from a movie, any lyrics from a song, that have a special meaning to you and only you? Something that, every time you hear it, a “ping” runs through you, reminding you of that “moment”?

Alrighty, then! Here’s your chance to share your secret moment through a song or a poem or a quote from a movie. Tell us! We don’t have any idea what the secret is, nor do we want to know. I/we just want you to get it off your chest once and for all!

If you always wanted to tell someone something…here’s your chance.

I know I feel better…

I’ll go first.

 

When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
(I have become comfortably numb)

Comfortably Numb, Pink Floyd

 

Your turn….

 

Be Nice

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1035x1035-20140310-elton-x1800-1394485893I was going to write a blog today about the election.

Nah.

I was going to write a blog about violence on TV these days.

Nah.

Then I thought about talking about writing. My writing, your writing.

Triple Nah.

Then I thought…what’s left?

In this crazy world, the flux bends reality until none of us recognize what is right in front of us. I try and put my finger on the pulse of the world, and most times all that happens is that I prick my finger. The media has turned and twisted every day conversations into fodder not even fit for cattle.

Why do we do it? Why do insecurities make crazies out of the simplest people?

We all are motivated between fear and confidence, between being someone and being no one. We are taught to listen and obey. Too extreme. Now it’s attack or be attacked. We are judged by what we wear and how we speak and what we know or don’t know.

It’s a mean world out there.

I’m not saying previous generations were any better. But they did not have social media at their disposal as a tool to bully and lie and pontificate. Generations age, and as they do, tend to give up the fight sooner.

I’m not giving up — every day I meet good people. Honest people. People who love and are afraid and have hope. These good people are overshadowed by the runaway media that is intent on pounding us into the ground until we resemble oatmeal.

I’m not saying we don’t need media: we wouldn’t have such strong child rights and animal rights and the ability to track down serial killers and molesters and everything dark with the world without it. But we don’t need social media trolling or bullying in the name of getting more “likes”.

Me — I’m going back to ground roots philosophy. Write a book, write a blog. Donate to a charity of my choice. Teach my grand kids to live and love and to be nice to each other. Give someone a ride. Pick up and put back things that have fallen off the shelf. Read. Give positive feedback to blogs, stories, and tweets.  Bake cookies. Play fetch with my dogs. Play fetch with YOUR dogs. Take a picture.

I’m going to tell everyone to Chill Out and Be Fucking Nice To Each Other and Move On.

My friend Elton said it best:

So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl
You can’t plant me in your penthouse
I’m going back to my plough

Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back toad
Oh I’ve finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road        ~Elton John, 1973