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Wicked

Hilda: Well, here we go again. Another year of sitting out here, baking in the Florida sun, turning into pumpkin pies, as a lame attempt for some Halloween cheer.

Zelda: Oh come on Hilda, let’s have some fun with this. Did you see that new guy, the huge skeleton across the street? That guy has got it going on, girl.

Hilda: Yeah, he’s a little skinny for my tastes. And his eyes make me think that he might be on something. Just saying.

Zelda: Oh Hilda! Don’t always assume the worst in Halloween decorations. It’s all in fun.

Hilda: Halloween’s passé this year. Masks have become common and outworn.

Zelda: I have a joke, Hildy, to cheer you up. Ready, ready?? What’s the problem with twin witches???

Hilda:

Zelda: You never know witch is which!!!! One more!! One more!! What do you call two witches who live together???

Hilda: Just get it over with.

Zelda: Broom-mates!!!

Monday is Fun Day!! Have a good one, my beloveds!!

Good morning, my treasured readers. Regular readers know that I devote Sundays to poetry. I either write a poem or a share a poem written by someone else. Today’s poem has been written by me, this morning. I strongly encourage you to write a poem today (it’s cathartic) and if you would like, please share it in my Comments section. My blog is a safe and loving space, I assure you. Have a lovely Sunday.

The Turtle

Last night’s dream was so magical and intriguing.

It involved an ancient home which had been restored to greatness.

Most every room was purely white, marbled marble,

And you had to take a ride to view the house’s mysterious interiors,

Filled with towering towers and statuesque stairways,

But my favorite part of the ride is when I got to you,

the part which everyone seemed to know that I would love.

The whiteness stopped and there was a huge, golden, flowing pond.

And your enormous, moss covered shell rose to the surface.

It was breathtaking to see the largest turtle I have ever seen, anywhere.

I wasn’t afraid. I was in awe. You were incredible. You were shockingly amazing.

I don’t often remember my dreams, so this morning, it felt important

And necessary to understand your meaning to me,

The Dream Dictionary, told me this:

“Seeing a giant turtle, in your dream is a good sign, denoting that, you are protected by your friends and family and thus, no need to get worried about anything in life.”

“Thank you for the reminder, gorgeous turtle,” I whispered, with a sheepish smile.

“Thank yourself. Your dreams come from you.” you replied. “And so do I.”

And then, you plunged down to the deepest depths again,

Leaving the surface of my mind in a still and tranquil state,

As I began another day, assured and hopeful and loved and protected,

Knowing that my shell of loved ones, always keeps me safeguarded and secure.

Peace, Today

My writing ideas haven’t been flowing to me these past few days. Sometimes I get a surge of so many ideas that I have to run to my computer, or to at least to a scrap of paper, so that I can copy my inspirations down to keep up with my racing mind and my surging passion for what lays on my heart. But this week, I’ve been distractible and I’ve been trying to make sense of things that I am probably never going to completely understand during my lifetime on Earth. So this morning, in my perusing of different writers whose work I like to read, I came across this excellent thought by C. Joybell C. The way she describes her mothering is what I have always strived to do, as a mother, sometimes more successfully than at other times. Still, the way that she describes it, is so beautifully put, and it is probably incredibly comforting to her son:

“Kids go out into this world and try to escape everything they know, try to escape the strings they’re tied to, try to escape the pedestals they’re put on, try to escape the spoons shoved into their mouths: why? Why do their souls flee their nests? Because their nests are cages. My son is never trying to flee because his nest is me and I am the sky: a vast blue space that he can fly around in! His nest is me, his nest is the sky. Let me tell you, when the sky is your home, you never want to escape that.”

I reached out to C. Joybell C. once. We share a love of writing (and of perfume), so we had a really nice interaction. Writers love to hear from their readers (this I know). I’ve had some really nice correspondence with authors over the years. If a writer’s words really make a difference in your life, make the point of reaching out to them. I can almost guarantee you, that they will write back to you. Writers love to write, in all forms.

Peace, friends. Give yourself a long, cool glass of tranquility today. When the fear thoughts, or the worry vibes start to take over, stop yourself. Say, “Not today, self. Today, I give myself peace.”

Oversized Friday

50 Best 'Friday Quotes' to Kickstart A Happy Weekend — TGIF!

Hi friends! Welcome to Favorite Things Friday!! On Fridays, I keep it on the surface level here at Adulting – Second Half. On Friday, I typically list three favorite things, places, foods, songs, etc. and I strongly encourage you to add your favorites to our Comments section. Friends, I don’t have three things today. I am at a loss. Without getting out as much as I used to, I have a hard time coming up with three new favorites every week. This week I have one BIG favorite. I don’t plan on buying one (much to my daughter’s chagrin), but I am thrilled that Home Depot has added such a fun member to its Halloween collection, at a time when all of us could use more lightness and fun and happiness! Several people in our neck of the woods, already have these guys on display in their yards. Today’s favorite:

Friends, this is Home Depot’s 12 foot Giant-Sized Skeleton with Life Eyes. Isn’t he grand!! (literally and figuratively) Whatever it takes to have fun this year, do it!! Have a great, fun, silly, oversized weekend!!!

The Year of Acceptance

Happy October! I was not particularly fond of September 2020. Bye-bye September, don’t let the door hitcha on the way out! My theme for today is “acceptance.” (You: Oh great. Not this again. She needs to learn to accept “acceptance” and to move on.) I read a quote that made a lot of sense to me a little while ago, and I wrote it in one of my journals. I’m sorry, but I don’t know who to attribute it to:

“Knowing and understanding are not the same as accepting. Give yourself space to process.”

If ever there was a year that we have been forced to wrap our heads around things, 2020 would be it. Major changes and societal issues and health issues and economic issues, all on top of any of the usual personal life issues which any of us have to deal with in any particular random year, have made dealing with “acceptance”, practically an every day occurrence.

Like the above quote states, we can know things intellectually, without fully accepting these same things. We can understand, for instance, how wearing masks can help save lives. But have we fully accepted that wearing masks may become the norm for the unforeseeable future? Acceptance takes time. Acceptance is always the final stage in any grieving process. Acceptance is not equivalent to approval, but it is the knowing and the ability to sit with, “it is what it is.”

My daughter and I watched Good Will Hunting, the other night. We have seen the film several times, but it is one of those rare movies that is worth watching, again and again. The following scene is one of the most traumatic, poignant scenes in the film, that perfectly illustrates why knowing and understanding are not the same things as acceptance. Friends, the overwhelming events and negative circumstances of 2020 are not our fault. The strangeness and onslaught of changes that have come to our daily lives is not anyone’s fault. Hopefully, we will all be able to come to an acceptance of that fact, and just rise up and do our best, every single day, keeping our faces turned to the sun. Keep the faith!

We are The People

I’ve mentioned before that I am not a person who cares all that much about politics. There is already way too much political poo on the internet, in my opinion. So, I am taking a big risk here, by leaving my comfort zone of complete silence, concerning the political arena of today. This will probably be the last time that I will bring up anything in the way of American politics, so please don’t turn my Comments section into a grand stand or an argument zone. There are plenty of other forums for that, only a few clicks away.

Everyone who I know and who I care about (all reasonable and loving people), no matter where they stand on the political scale in America – red, blue or purple, is exhausted from all of the ridiculous discord and partisanship that has plagued our country for much too long. On a walk recently, my husband said to me, “What if the masses of us (a vast majority), all of the sudden declared ourselves “independent” voters, what would they do? Who could they pander to?” No one who I personally know, stands so rigidly for all of the dogma of either side. Most of us really are “independent” when it comes to various issues that affect our society and our individual families, if we are honest with ourselves.

Therefore, I have a fantasy grassroots idea/dream in which the masses of us, go to our voter registration card centers, and we change our voter registration status to “independent.” If you want to keep politicians “honest” (as honest as a politician can be), keep a little mystery in the game. Keep the politicians, and the extreme media antagonists, guessing what issues really are hot buttons for the majority of us, as a country and as individual family systems. Make them say where they really stand on issues, instead of appealing to the extremes of our current political parties. It seems like a really good way for us people to take back the power. And that’s what a democracy is, right? Democracy is meant to be a political system, made for the people, by the people. We are The People. No one in today’s political/media/lobby circus, represents the many, many people I have known and who I have loved, in my almost fifty years of being an American, so let’s bring it back to real. We Americans pride ourselves on being rugged individualists, not these cartoon versions of what the extreme sides of either party have become.

As I have said, I rarely dip my toes into politics, but for someone else who loves these grass roots kinds of movements, I put the idea out there. Let’s all change our voter registrations to “independent” and bring things back to balanced and centered. Let’s stop looking at other citizens as labelled cartoon versions of themselves, and let’s find a way to work together again, for the betterment of our beautiful, resourceful, inspiring country, for which so many brave, courageous people have lost their lives, in order to preserve America’s vision of hope and abundance. We are The People. Let’s remind them all of that fact.

Practice Makes Progression

My friend said that recently she woke up in the morning and looked at her bedding and decided that her comforter was getting worn and that she needed a new one. So, when she started looking at her phone, almost immediately all of these ads for comforters started popping up, no matter what she was looking at, on her browser. My friend is half-jokingly convinced that Google/Facebook/Twitter’s algorithms have gotten so good, that they are reading our minds.

Now, I personally think that Google/Facebook/Twitter are just copying, in rudimental fashion, the algorithm that the Universe/God has always had in place, since eternity. It never fails that if I need to hear a message, loud and clear, that message or that lesson pops up in my daily life all of the time, whether it be in books, on my computer, from talking with a friend or family member, or even just walking about in nature, when thoughts and ideas, seemingly “out of nowhere”, pop into my mind. The message that has been pinging lately in my heart, is to remember that we are always aiming for “progression, not perfection” in everything that we do.

Once someone asked me if I was a perfectionist and I scoffed. Ha! “Have you seen my clutter filled desk, or my stuffed closet?” I remember thinking. “Have you read any of my spelling-error-filled, confusing texts?” I am a rather impatient person who likes to get things done quickly, which doesn’t leave much time and consideration for perfection. However, when I thought more about the question, I thought that perhaps it is not so much what we do, that screams “perfectionist”, as it is, how we speak to ourselves about our actions. Do I beat myself up for my messy desk and closet and sloppy texts? Do I think I should live up to someone else’s standards that aren’t really mine? Do I stay away from trying new things for fear of “failing” at these endeavors? Do I judge myself so harshly that it steals a lot of the joy out of anything that I do? When something goes wrong, do I flog myself mercilessly about a mistake?

Salvador Dali quote: Have no fear of perfection - you'll never reach it.

The quote above is my daughter’s favorite. It is her algorithm to herself. She pastes and writes this quote everywhere – in her room, in her tennis bag, on her artwork and on her social media. I love that this particular Dali quote speaks to her, so strongly. It helps my daughter to feel fearless with everything that she tries and everything that she enjoys. This quote reminds my daughter to remember how far she has come in her studies, in her athletics, in her friendships, in her artwork and probably every facet of her life, instead of berating herself for not being perfect. When we aim for progress versus perfection, in all of our endeavors, this allows for mistakes. And as we all know, mistakes in life are as inevitable, as perfection is impossible.

Kindness

I was all set out to write about something else this morning, when my son texted me that former neighbors of ours, were recent victims of a murder/suicide. The husband shot his wife and then himself. By all accounts, this couple and their adult children, were happy, and full of life and love. If you look at their social media accounts, you would assume that they were leading a perfectly wonderful life. I think that in these difficult times, in particular, the old adage of “You never know what goes on behind closed doors,” applies more than ever. I also read something this morning that said that a real, truly happy smile is seen in the eyes. Let’s make a point of really looking into people’s eyes, these days. The masks make it easier for us to do this. We all have the ability to be kind. If ever there was a time in the world that needed showers and showers of kindness, this is the time.

Soul Sunday

Good morning. Welcome to Soul Sunday. On Sundays, I dedicate the blog to poetry. I either write a poem or I share someone else’s poem and I strongly encourage, you, my readers, to share your poems in my Comments section. This is a poetry workshop, a loving, virtual poetry reading, café. There is no judgment here, just a free flow of words, and thoughts and ideas and feelings. Today the Poetry Muse has not landed on my nose, or in my heart, so I am going to share another poem by Gwen Frostic, from her beautiful wood block printed book, A Walk With Me. This is the last poem of the last page of this magical, blissful book:

. . . and so . . . . there has ever been

beauty in a feather

drifting in the wind

beauty in the lichens

growing on a rock

beauty in the star dust

shining in the sun

beauty in the grasses

blowing in a breeze . . . . .

. . . . . . so . . . . .there will ever be . . . . . .

wondrous . . . simple . . . beauty

always here on earth . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

My Friend, Serenity

I woke up in a wonderful mood. I have a sense of well-being that is just calmly buzzing in my mind and in my body, like a happy little bee flitting from one pretty flower to another. I just woke up. Nothing is particularly different about any of my circumstances. In short, this peacefulness has nothing to do with anything outside of myself, other than perhaps a very good night’s sleep.

I am choosing to write about this state of being, so that I can always remember how good this feels. We always remember the intense feelings, right? The high highs and the low lows stick out in our minds, like recipe cards with stains and finger prints, sticking out above the rest of the card catalog, reminding and begging our minds to pick up, and to look at those cards, and to study them, again and again and again. Those familiar recipes of our moody moods, are easy to grab on to, and to ruminate in, and to bake in and to stew in. The easy going moods don’t beg for attention. The pleasant moods quietly slip on in, like our feet sliding into familiar, warm, well-worn slippers, without even having to think about the motions. The relaxed, carefree states of our minds, are when we are most present with ourselves. . . . My friend, Serenity, never plays with Worry or Anger or Fear. Serenity never notices Ms. Inner Critic or Mr. Guilt Trip. Serenity can’t be bothered with What If. Serenity never plays with Blame and Resentment or Agitation. And Serenity knows to stay far, far away from Shame. Serenity will stay with us, as long as we want her to stay (honestly, she never really leaves, but sometimes the Others push her into the background). Serenity isn’t loud and boisterous. She never insists on being the center of attention. She doesn’t need for things to be “just a certain way” in order for her to be her happy, carefree self. Sometimes we think that we are bored when we are with Serenity, but when we really let ourselves be with her, and to sit with her, and to enjoy her company, and to baste in her peace and wisdom and sunlight, Serenity is nothing short of sublime.