MY love for YOU.

Not ten minutes ago, I asked my wife for an onion and cheese omelet and some pumpernickle toast.  We're up together; "looking forward to" working in the yard and I just cain't face that sort of thing without the condemned man having a hearty breakfast.  Those who are about to garden, salute Thee.

Amanda must think she lives with a pirate, me hardies.

On the large side, I asked for a good used truck and one magically appeared that we could afford.  Folks have been holding on to their used vehicles because of the economy, but when I started talking about the truck, three beaters appeared on three different days: Each a little better than the last, and also a little better deal.

I've always been lucky that way.  Which is why it amazes me so that I cannot find what I can now only think of as a "right livelihood."  I really need a good JOB.

Maybe god just doesn't love me anymore!

Could THEY loan me money?

Continue getting thin and change the human idea of peace.

Rules?  WE don't need no stinking rules!

But IF Ii had to pick ONE, I'd pick that Golden One!!

Love to you ALL, RicHIe

My sloth.

On February 15th 2009, I abandoned my sloth.  I loved that sloth like a basketball, but he had to go.  I will miss him.  Maybe he has an attractive sister that I can meet up with in the future, but for today, at least, sloth is gone and I am not looking back.

Love to you all.  Hopefully, more today.  Kisses, R.

**Editted to put "s" in "sloth" in line 2.  18 April 2009

Pressure to get things done, which I wasn't experiencing before I started devoting four hours each day to physical therapy.

"And soon . . ." is always the beginning of a story.  "And soon . . . will be "once upon a time."  The only time is NOW.  The only real story is "I am . . .!"

I am steadily working on re-ordering MY NEW reality!  And that's a fact.  Truly!!!

MY NEW life grows more orderly each day.

This is really just a shout-out to ALL MY friends here.  I am okay.  Getting better actually; I still have some on-going health crap, but none of it is life-threatening, just time-consuming and occasionally frustrating!

I love you ALL, RicHIe.  Honestly!!!

PS: Miss Shuganah is "glum" because she don't know where TextMage is.  Please go cheer her up.  She's a tough old misanthrope, but the curmudgeon part is just a disguise.  She is really sweeter than summer-berries.  Love R.

Kissing, or a damned good shepherd's pie: Yes, shepherd's pie and kisses can both be vegetarian, all-natural, and organic, as well.

Kisses to you all and IF ya wanna stop by and have shepherd's pie and the best damned biscuits that you ever ate, stop on by, but please call first.

Got two: I will never regret again, being discharged as a 1-O Conscientious Objector after refusing to go to Vietnam, or my divorce, which resulted in never seeing MY elder children again.  Not seeing them hurts every day, but . . .

I've already spent too much time in regret.  Regret should be called "Regret City;" it is that strong of a place.  Pain and regret have geographies, biographies, and histories.

I can go there to visit, observe and record, so that I might use their information, but I am no longer going there and making myself comfortable.

Akron, OhiO is the simple answer to Siona's question.  I would not burden innocent questioners with the Truth until I knew that THEY would be okay.  Handling the Truth and living in the Light is not easy.  Loving and living in love is not for sissies.

NO offence to sissies: I am a BIG sissy myself sometimes.

But here at Gaia, I am committed to being my open genuine self and that requires me to say that one day I awoke in a concentration camp in Akron, OhiO being beaten and otherwise abused in every way imaginable.  It was truly horrible.

Very soon, I realized that I could help Others even in my own miserable condition and I set out to change things.  Slowly, I changed the guards at the concentration camp, and I made life easier for myself and for MY  fellow prisoners.  Strength erodes pain.

Love is always stronger than fear and hatred.