The Stranger at our house

A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on. As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he had a special niche. My parents were complementary instructors: Mom taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey. But the stranger...he was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and comedies. If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry. The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn't seem to mind. Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the kitchen for peace and quiet. (I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.) Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but The stranger never felt obligated to honour them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home... Not from us, our friends or any visitors. Our long-time visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush. My Dad didn't permit the liberal use of alcohol. But the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing. I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked... And NEVER asked to leave. More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first. Still, if you could walk into my parents' den today, you would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures. His name?
We just call him "TV."
He has a younger sister now. We call her "Computer."

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It is not good for all our wishes to be filled; through sickness we recognize the value of health; through evil, the value of good; through hunger, the value of food; through exertion, the value of rest.

Mothers Day walk down Memory Lane

BEING A MOM
Before I was a Mom

I never tripped over toys orforgot words to a lullaby.I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.

I never thought about immunizations.

Before I was a Mom -I had never been puked on.

Pooped on.

Chewed on.

Peed on.

I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.

I slept all night.

Before I was a Mom

I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests. Or give shots.

I never looked into teary eyes and cried.

I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.

I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.

Before I was a Mom

I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put them down.

I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.

I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.

I never knew that I could love someone so much.

I never knew I would love being a Mom.

Before I was a Mom -I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.

I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.

I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child.

I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.

Before I was a Mom -I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.

I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.

I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much,

Before I was a Mom.

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Happy Mothers Day everyone!!

The Burning Times Lyrics

I've had this song this pagan anthem of protest song in my files for a long time Its a beautiful piece written by a very talented man .. I first heard this in the um late 90s at a AOL place called the pagan tea house .. my friend Peter Conover was the singer and the words became majik to my ears .. This is a very powerful song you can use a tambor to keep time or a drum play with it sing it speak it let the words wash over you and take pleasure in the sounds of this song .. and remember ......

The Burning Times

By: Charlie Murphy

In the cool of evening, they used to gather'Neath stars in the meadows,

circled near an old oak tree

At the times appointed, by the seasons of the Earth,

And the phases of the moon

In the center often stood a woman

Equal with the others but respected for her work

One of the many we call the witches

The healers and the teachers of the wisdom of the Earth

And the people grew through the knowledge she gave them:

Herbs to heal their bodies, spells to make their spirits whole

Hear them chanting, healing incantations

Calling forth the wise ones, celebrating in dance and song.

Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna

Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna

Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna

There were those who came to power, through domination

And they bound it in the worship, of a dead man on a cross

They sought control, of the common people

By demanding allegiance, to the church of Rome

And the Pope declared the Inquisition

It was a war against the witches, whose power they had feared.

In this holocaust against the nature people

Nine million European women died.

And the tale is told of those who, by the hundred

Holding together, chose their death in the Sea

While chanting the praises of the Mother Goddess

A refusal of betrayal, people were dying to be free.

Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna

Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna

Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna

Now the Earth is a witch, and the men still burn Her.

Stripping Her down with mining and the poisons of their wars.

But to us the Earth is a healer, a teacher, our mother

She weaves the web of life, that keeps us all alive

She gives us the visions to see through the chaos

She gives us our courage. It is our will to survive!

Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna

Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna

Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna