Blessed Are The Children

Blessed are the children, so they say
as they fall to their knees and silently pray
They do God's work in the heat of day
and dance with the Devil when the light's away
So children, fear the black of night
fore daddy may kiss and hug too tight
It will damage your mind and torture your soul
dragging you down into an abysmal black hole
There you will be, alone and confused
in a private hell where children are used
The guilt you feel and the fear you show
came from the incest you came to know
Blessed are the children, so they say
ignoring the cost the children must pay

Roulette

May twentieth - another day in the endless march of time. The Maya were right - time is cyclical - not linear. A cycle of reality spinning upon an invisible axle rotating to some unknown vibration. Another moment in the breath of eternity - an insignificant snapshot caught in the wheel's embrace. Like the roulette wheel, the cycle repeats - birth, growth, death, red, black, red. Round and round. Each cog of the wheel falling into place dragging this moment to the next. White ball, bouncing, crashing into obstacles resisting the merry-go-round...till it's caught. Slotted and pinned, number 32, it spins, held in place by gravity...resistance is futile.

Life's Little Ironies

I pause to reflect upon my life's journey these past five years. Five years ago I didn't want anything to do with a computer. I viewed it as a simple tool - one necessary for the completion of my job; I needed it for writing reports. I had no interest or desire to surf the web, learn about RAM and processor speeds, or applications. I was an archaeologist not a computer tech. Then there's today - five years later - where I sit at my computer typing another post for Planet Shortbread. I regularly check my website for linking issues, and post new creative endeavors on Zazzle. I actually look for ways to link my sites to others, for what? - exposure and site ranking. Pardon me while I stop and blink a few times. Blogging, site ranking, linking - all part of my vocabulary - now.

I have come to realize that the path we seek isn't the one we always walk. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must trudge along.

Zazzling

For all of you who are visually creative or are able to conjure witty sayings, visit www.zazzle.com. Zazzle is an interesting little site that allows you to create your own T-shirts, cards, posters, and now stamps with your own pictures and sayings. I admit, it's sort of like discovering finger paints when you're four. To make the experience a bit more fun, they let you post your products in one of two places - private gallery - where only you can peruse and buy, and the -public gallery - where the general prying eyes of the cyber-traveling public can peruse, contemplate, and purchase. General public purchases garner you, the creative genius, royalties.

I, for one, have been having fun.

Transitions

Digital transformations of a flower.

It has been awhile since I was here. It's interesting how time can seemingly pass into oblivion - unnoticed - sinking into the annals of history. No matter how hard one tries, the temporal wheel continues to spin.

I glance at the calendar, just 2 1/2 more weeks of summer school. I don't know whether to be happy or depressed. I should be pleased to have two weeks of rest and relaxation. Two weeks without pay...perhaps that is the problem. Perhaps the prospect of returning to this organization....well...I'll leave it at that.

The dogs...hairless once again...are allergic - to something. No one knows what. I've come to think of them as New Mexican hairless mixed breeds. The best thing to do for them is to leave the general area...perhaps Florida entirely. The north would do fine. If only the Universe would cooperate.

My good friend, fellow blogger, and co-conspirator on the Worded Rhythms web site - Jane Lytle - will have her book on herbs published - YEAH!!! Now, we'll see if my herb illustrations will pass the proverbial publication department with a "go ahead."

Cross your fingers and grab the bars, for the wheel is spinning at break neck speed.

What do you think? Should I go on for a PhD? I think I've got a pretty good grasp of bullshit.

Qualifications:
*B.A./M.A. anthropology
*12 years experience within that field
*1+ years teaching dyslexic students
*Healthy dose of reality and down-and-out poverty caused by universal-thrown curve balls...AKA economics
*Creative - well - can be