Through the years we’ll all be together if the fates allow…
Frank Sinatra, Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas
His voice comes over the digiworld chiming in Christmas time. Not always easy living in the present while also marking time.
Fair Warning
The writer was raised Old World Pentecostal; here it’s come as you are.
The harsh realities of living can’t be solved here, nor the harsh realities our worlds present. Nothing is gained by clever words here or claims of uncanny wisdom.
You won’t find answers here, you might find solutions.
Seems to be a lot of bad news if we tune into it, seek it out or allow it to encompass us. To name a thing is to make it so.
What happens when a thing is unnamed?
If you don’t want what the peddler is selling you, walk away.
Turn it off.
Put it down.
Allow the Fates to allow.
Be open to all life as being sacred.
All life.
No one picture is right for everyone.
No word brings pleasure to all.
Be yourself.
Be courageous.
We can all be together if the Fates allow.
Merry Christmas
Country Wit and Wisdom:
An outhouse is a little house out behind the big house: in the winter it is a hundred feet too far away; in the summer a hundred feet too near.
Good from far away; far from good when near.
Ya’ kin take that to the car dealer.
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Big thanks for the likes. Yes, so far a new post every Saturday morning with three series running. Suggest scrolling the archives and start reading The Spell of Ai, chapter 1. Read through the chapters chronologically (The Spell...) and look for patterns. The Oracle Report and WORKS are lighthearted series to mark the time. Chapter 8 of The Spell comes next. So get caught up, we're moving at light speed.