2 be Bliss, as I dance along the road to Nirvana...

Busy bees make  lots of honey. Amen.

Truth will out. My faith remains resolute. Amen.

There are many versions of this song. This one is my favorite: Indeed...

Nothing like a good morning to get you in the mood for some good Chaka:

I'm not sure if I dream more than most folk but I dream a lot. Usually several dreams per sleep session and probably every night. I say "probably" because I can't recall a time when I've slept without dreaming. There are times when I awake and can't recall what I dreamed about but I know I did dream. If I can't recall at least the last dream I had before waking, my day feels like it's starting off wrong. I feel like I've missed a vital communiqué from God and that just won't do. So I began researching methods for better dream recall. One of the suggestions was to take extra time to lie in bed after waking, to recall as much dream as possible. It helps. Another suggestion is to journal the dream (which I've been doing for decades) in the present tense (new to me), as if the action is taking place as I write. That helps as well but it only works if you can recall the dream(s) in the first place. Which brings me to today's ...

Dear God, Thank you for such a beautiful day. Good food, good company, good conversation... Wonderful. On another note, I finally got around to getting some much-needed screws. Time to get to work! Amen.

I should be asleep but I'm listening to the rain. It's one of my favorite sounds. I'm also breathing in it's freshness and wondering whether it's cold or warm. It's tempting to find out. But not tonight. The spiders are probably lounging about the porch eaves. One day I'll dance in the rain. Preferably in Italy.

Dear God, You are the funniest comedian I know. Your message, whether obvious or obscure, is always right on time. Saying "thank you" is not enough but You know the depths of the emotion and gratitude behind those words. With never-ending appreciation, I say... Amen.

It's turned into an Eric Claption kinda day around here. (Currently playing: I Can't Stand It. Next up: Knocking on Heaven's Door.) Our living room, flooded with sunshine and good conversation. My daughter, talking about her latest dream. Me, discussing my jitters over something that normally wouldn't get an eyelash bat from me. Our shared awe at not knowing (or for me, remembering) that Eric Clapton is British. And now that it's sunny out, I want to get out of here. My daughter invited me to lunch with her and a friend but I don't want to be the third wheel. It's possible I'll sit on the porch to read and crochet. There are errands I could run but I'm not a Saturday-errand-running kinda gal. I prefer to run my errands when the masses are happily ensconced in their cubicles. Or beds. Which means it's likely I'll make a run to the hardware store around 7 or so. Maybe dinner out after. And maybe I can sweet-talk my daughter t...

This morning's soundtrack: The Very Best of the Stylistics (Currently playing: You Are Everything.) *** My party-all-night lifestyle finally caught up to me.* Read on for the details... This week has been busy in its own way. Nothing truly urgent on my to-do list but there was the matter of a project waiting to be completed and returned to a client. I received it a week after the promised date and there was no note of urgency accompanying it so I took my time completing it. Yesterday afternoon, satisfied with the finalized version, I returned the project to its rightful owner. Hurray for me! My thoughts: Yay! I'm free to roam the country! Or at least the county. Ha! Soon after, my body told me I was late for lunch. I felt lightheaded and dizzy, like I might actually pass out. Scary. I whipped up a quick (and very small) tray of nachos. Healthy nachos. Healthy-er nachos: 14 chips, slightly toasted crumbled goat cheese 2 TBS of organic black beans ...

I take everyone at face value. But I'm a realist so when that red flag pops up, I say give 'em just enough rope. If it's all good, it works itself out. And as much as I think I've seen and done in life, it amazes me that I'm still amazed at how swiftly some self-destruct. My prayers for those who have yet to feel the freedom that comes with taking off the mask. Amen.

What I learned today: Bullsh*t is as clear as glass, if we pay attention and proceed with patience. Thank you God for the gift of discernment. Amen.