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          Julie

                                  

                                                                               

happy halloween

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We're fine.

               

Julie

PS  happy thoughts are not to be confused with thinking about puppies and rainbows... it's about thinking about truth to the point it brings peace.  Happiness may be over rated, Happy Thoughts are NOT.

I have forgotten how to make a wish

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Recently, I had the good fortune to make 3 wishes.  I was to make one for myself, one for my family, and one for Mother Earth.

A wish sounds simple enough.  People do it all the time.

birthday candles

fountains

eyelashes

So. I sat down to write my wishes.

Turns out, I have evidently forgotten how to make a wish.  I'm not entirely sure I've EVER made one.  A real one.  An outrageous one that didn't require my doing something.

My wishes seem to be more like goals.

I could wish that I would find a publisher for my books.  Well, if I sent them out to even one publisher maybe I would get one.  I could wish I would someday speak to large groups of people about The Sophia Stories or my experiences with ghosts and angels.  Maybe it would help if I found a publisher.  Not a real wish.  Seems to me.

Then, I thought, I could wish for a lover, a man in my life who is looking to carve out an unexpected life, interested in a million things and wants to wander around the world to see them and do them.  A knower of God in a strictly unreligious way.  A happy man. Would be good. 

Well.

Honestly.

I'm not certain he exists. So, I would hate to waste a perfectly good wish.  (Doesn't sound much like the minister of the church of happy thoughts...and, anyway, it's sort of a daily trust that he actually does exist, which is a happy thought in itself.)

That might be getting closer to a real wish.  However, I could do something, like go online or join a fly fishing group or a trek to the Himalayas.  Somewhere he might be.  

The directions said:  No Limitations.

What in my wildest dreams do I want?

A wish with no limitations.  A BIG wish.  A long and happy life. Yes, that's good. For my family, too.  The directions said be specific and clear. So what's LONG?  Or HAPPY?

Joyful every day?  WHAAATTT?

I wish to be paid a lot of money for what I do.  Still a goal.  

Hmmm.  Money.

That's shallow.

I began to convince myself all the virtues of money and how I wouldn't be a complete loser if I wished for money.  Lots of money. Like everybody else. World peace would be the progressive thing to do, not technically a WISH.  I don't think.

But, what do I know?

About wishing.

Money IS a form of energy.  Not inherently good or bad, a vehicle for possibilities, that's noble, it's creation sprang from the desire to exchange goods and services in a brilliant sort of way, free trade, that's a good thing.  It has value in our world.  Love that.  Like a kind and trusting person, it can be exploited.  Yes.  There is that dark side.  

Maybe I could give money a better name by not being greedy. That's a noble cause.

It's pieces of paper and metal round things for heaven's sake.  It actually doesn't have the power we give it.. does it?

Well.  The directions didn't say make a goal and it didn't say create a noble cause. It said make a wish.

So.

I wished for a million dollars.

And felt pretty great about it.  I imagined the Sophia Stories out in the world, my family brought together often from across the country with friends and music and a big fire and roses on the table and food from our garden and wine from our friends' vineyard.  And laughing.  Lots of laughing.  And the good and noble causes I could so happily support. The babies I would have time to hold and the children I could help feed and offer a glimmer of hope.  I began to feel very good about it.

Just having the thoughts is a good thing.  A very good thing. 

So, I did what anyone would do, I wished for a million dollars for each of us.  Everyone in my family.  My wish for them, too.

Now.  That's a wish.  A real wish.  Why not 10 million?  THAT sounded greedy.  ha ha.

For the planet, I wished for true love.  That SHE, one day, would be more important than money.  Way more important.

My family and I, we have true love.  Lots of it.  I wish for them to marvel always.  At the beauty in the precious gift we've been given here on earth, the sun the moon the stars, all of it. And each other.

I also wish to have a horse.  Ha.  Which I can have with a million bucks.  That was my one annual wish as a young child.  I could see the barn, the coral,  the happy horse waiting for me in the 10 foot space between my house and the next.  

I'm the girl who believed she could have a horse.

Still am.

A million bucks it is.

To wishing and all the reasons why,

Julie

What Dads Do

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(a couple weeks ago at a sidewalk cafe, all of a sudden a parade came by... New York is like "a box of chocolates"...)

Yesterday, Father's Day, I was sitting at another sidewalk cafe in Portland, Oregon.  Sunny.  Beautiful day.  Good coffee, a blackberry muffin, and a tree.  

And then, I saw a great dad.

A family had stopped to talk with a woman sitting at the table next to me. There were 3 or 4 adults and three boys, the littlest probably about 3,  the middle, maybe 7, and the oldest 9 or so.   

 

All of a sudden, the dad noticed the littlest was sort of missing.  Sort of really missing. He recounted that the boy had been with them when they crossed the street a few minutes ago, more as an assurance than anything else, but getting into the situation assessment mode.  That's one thing dads do.  Everyone began to disperse, heading past me toward the corner to check around the block, or just heading further down the sidewalk, calling his name. In just a few seconds, dad calls out he's been found!  He was hiding. (If children only knew the years that fall off a parent's life every time they decide to go hiding on a busy street or a mall!)

They all pooled around the table again, the dad holding the littlest, the oldest standing in front of the mom, her arms gently holding him across his chest.  The middle one was trying to climb on mom's back, which she didn't seem to mind.  The dad gently, but firmly, asked him to please stop.  Which he did.  

 

He wandered over to the tree and walked around it a few times.  I was aware he was a little bit left out.

 

Instinctively, the dad gently put the littlest down and reached over, patted the middle sons head and stepped sideways a few feet to pick him up.  All the while carrying on the conversation with the woman who seemed to be a teacher of his sometime in his life.

 

The boy held him tight.  It was the sweetest thing to watch.

 

I said to myself, what a great dad.

 

Happy Monday,

 

Julie

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

timing, a gardenia tree and cherry red lipstick

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When I saw it at the nursery, the 3 buds must have JUST blossomed.  They were BRIGHT white and so fragrant, I was immediately drawn to it and 

fell madly in love.

Two days later, those 3 flowers were still fragrant, not as much, and still white, but not as brilliant...a tiny bit, you know,  brownish.   

As I kneeled there loving it, I noticed a brand new brand new bud about to open.  The new leaves around it a fresh intoxicatingly new green, that unmistakable new life green.  I know I'm pretty easy to please, but, this was so exciting in it's little way.  The other blooms had their moment, we had our moment, the moment that attracted us to each other, and she ended up on my sunny and partly shaded deck.  The perfect spot for her.  And for me.

Had I seen that little tree TODAY, I might not have been so clear about having her in my life.

But, looking closer, today, at the unseen, the possibility, the probability of that little gardenia bursting out any day reminded me to remember about change, the moment, and paying attention to my simplest attractions.

They remind me who I am.

Also, this morning, I was trying to think what I could wear this afternoon to see an old friend, we've not seen each other for several years.   I thought maybe I would go get a new shirt. No.  Then I thought what I want is a cherry red lip gloss.. not too heavy, just a hint.  One that doesn't turn pink.

I hate when that happens.  

I've been thinking lately what makes a happy woman.  On the top of her wants list to manifest, should be cherry red lipstick, or whatever color makes her happy.  She knows what that is.  

It doesn't matter how earthy or natural you are, lipstick makes a difference.

What a happy thought.

Julie

to be set free: not your typical ghost story

a memoir

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Well.

So.  I wrote a book.  

To all my email friends in France, and Germany and Poland, Turkey, Ukraine, Austria, and Viet Nam,  Italy and Greece, USA, Canada, and all of you everywhere,...blogspot.com doesn't tell me who you are, but THAT you are and lets me know who's checking in from where you are. Someday I might ask you to be followers, but I'm just happy to know you are there, in the world with me.  To all of you, thank you for checking in from time to time.  

So.  This is a short memoir, about this one thing:

I've learned that the good news for the Ghost in the room is the good news for us all.

Freedom is possible.   Even when I found myself in the darkest places, ones in which I knew I did not belong, freedom might be as simple as looking for it.    

It begins with a simple message from my grandmother, Maia, just moments after she died when I was 3.  A message that has saved my life over and over again. Then it continues to this moment, the clanging and banging that I eventually learned was coming from somewhere not so very far away, and they were hoping my belief in no-end-to-chances, and that all are greatly loved, might be true.

I hope this message saves your life one day, it's simple and true, and these experiences with the otherwhere may shed some Light on clanging and banging of your own.  So, this is one of my many stories.   I can only hope that one day I will have the chance to read one of yours.

We are truly all in this together.

http://www.amazon.com/set-free-typical-ghost-story-ebook/dp/B011SA1EAK/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1440888409&sr=1-1&keywords=to+be+set+free

This is a kindle ebook.  If you do not have a kindle, when you go to the link above, it should take you to the To be set Free page, where there is the option to read the first few pages of the book.  Below the cover image, there is a message that says:  "Read on any device.  Get the free app." Click and it will lead you to a link to get kindle on your phone, computer, or tablet, Mac or PC, for free.  Pretty slick. 

to life, death and everything in between,

and to everybody's ghost story,

Julie 

   

Just Hit Send

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Twice in the last week I did something that is very hard for me to do.  I don't exactly know why, don't exactly believe it matters.  I'm one of those people about whom it could be said I've been on my own since the day I was born.  Thinking about it at this moment.. I guess we all are.

I sent an email and a text this week, asking for help.  One was emotional, I just needed someone on solid ground to simply tell me about their day.  No drama.  Just the facts.  My life was at that moment seemingly a world of hurt.  Swirling swirling.  No where to turn.  And I needed to know somewhere the trees were just growing, and the snow was just melting, and the day just rolled along.  Sunrise, a ham sandwich, then sunset.  Period.

So.  I prayed.  That the world I was in could be turned into another one.  I didn't know how.  I asked for the field.  The one Rumi talked about:   "Out beyond the ideas of right doing and wrong doing there is a field.  I will meet you there."  Whether anyone else was there or not, I needed to be there.

It was awkward to send the text.  It was 3:00 in the morning.  I thought about it for a few minutes before I hit send.  But, as soon as I did, I had to let go.  I had imagined the conversation, which was calming, so was transported to that place already.  Sunrise.  Ham sandwich.  Sunset.  The perfect day.

Out  of my hands, into the hands of the gods.  The field.

 

 

It Causes  something.   Something will happen.  The world will be changed.  Because mine is.

 

The second time, I asked for help with the realization of a desire, a miracle one, and a worthy one.

 

Funny.  In both cases I didn't get a response... Hit Send Again, metaphorically.  Let go of wondering. No wondering.  No speculation.  Those are the rules.  Once you let go, you can't really take it back.  That's the point. It was important to ask.  And let it go.  The magic is always in the question.  The wisdom is in the unexpected answer.  May the wisdom be always what we look for, and what we get.

 

Just ask the question.   Which is always hard for me.  Ask ME a question, and I'm most likely to come up with a damn good answer.  That's who I am.  But asking?  No.  That's a different thing.  I don't like it.  It makes me vulnerable. It's admitting a need I may be reluctant to accept.

 

I don't know who or what god is.  And I don't pretend to.  But, I do know this:  When I let go, When I hit Send and it is out of my hands, into the vast unknown of possibility, I am never disappointed.  Something does Change.  When I ask, I trust that love is on the other end.  But I never know what that is going to look like.  That's the point of letting go.

 

Put the oars in the boat.  And willingly go where the boat goes.

 

It is always downstream.

 

So.  One more happy thought from the world of technology, magic and science, trust, belief and godness crossing over so perfectly in the field. 

 

I love it when that happens.

 

There is that moment, I believe we've all felt it, before hitting Send.  It maybe is a risk.  You somehow know that after you do, Change is Gonna Come.

Not matter what.

 

It's best then, just to let go.

 

This morning I got a message from neither place I had sent questions, but from the very middle of the swirling.

 

They had looked for the field.  And found it.

 

The very best answer.

 

The weight of the night before, gone.

Freedom.

 

To the boat then, my email friends in Thailand, Spain, Germany, Norway, Poland, Viet Nam, Ukraine, Turkey, the USA, whoever you are, wherever you are, just hit send.

 

and see what happens.

What a happy thought.

 

Julie

 



no matter how long you live

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That is all.

 

 

Happy Birthday to Me

and to

                                                                              You.

 

 

 

 

Julie

 

 



need a miracle today?

 

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Here it is

 

 

 

You can make one.

 

 

Not exactly what you were expecting?

Miracles never are.

 

 

 

Miracle wand.

Really.  Seriously.  I gotta say... this bubble is pretty amazing.

to procrastinating,

Julie

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 

 

 

 



 

 



 



 

 

 



the sky is falling

 

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tomorrow

 

I have heard too many times that tomorrow never comes.   I think tomorrow definitely comes.. she just changes and becomes today... but it's just a matter of semantics.  Let's not get rid of the idea of tomorrow, it may be our only connection collectively in this "modern" world with the cosmos.  Everybody believes in tomorrow and thinks about it, plans for it, (some do), trusts it, ignores it and it still happens. 

 

That doesn't diminish the truth about the present moment at all, it just acknowledges that the world is bigger than us... than the planet earth.  Even we are subject as a whole entity to something we have yet to change:   Morning. 

Hallelujah for that.

 

 

So this morning,

today

I thanked a friend for calling me yesterday when I texted her to say the sky is falling.  please call me.  I had begun telling her there appeared to be a monumental disappointment happening in my daughter's family...and it was breaking my heart.   She called and said, "Wait a minute.  Is YOUR sky falling or is THEIRS?"  Well, mine because I feel so helpless.  I hate that. 

 

"Is this your fault, your doing or your responsibility?" 

 Well, no.

"ok.  go on."

 

So, this morning, I thanked her for reminding me that MY sky wasn't falling.  And, actually, turns out, theirs wasn't either.

 

And then I was reminded that my sky has fallen many many times, and will again, perhaps. 

But new sky always grows in its place.  Every Time.

 

Another good reason to have tomorrow.

 

yesterday

 

Welcome back to church,

 

Julie



 















what matters

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A few minutes ago I happened to be at the right place, at the right time, to see the Ecuadorian Feliz Navidad Parade make it's way down 3rd street, at 14th avenue, in  NE Minneapolis.  The total parade was about a block long,  at least 10 people wide, two small magical nativity floats pulled by SUVs, (complete with over- the-top gobs of gold tinsel and beautiful children); there were drums, horns, and cymbals, playing  fabulous marching music that I didn't recognize, and almost everyone was carrying either a red or green balloon.  It was amazing.

My friend who has lived on this street for many years, missed the parade...  it was so short, and she didn't hear me call from the back door.  But, she asked me, did I see the donkey?  Every year the parade is led by Mary on the Donkey.  Nope, didn't see the donkey, I might have been a moment too late for that, but, I can imagine it oh so well.  

What immediately came to mind was this:  It is important to care about what matters to us, the many millions of times in our lives that we learn what that is, who that is, and why that is.

Last week I got to tell a story at a story-telling venue called the Moth.  The topic was Home.  While I've not technically had one for a while. my story ended up being how much I've cared about houses, but, how I came to be a gypsy.  I know a little bit better now what matters about home to me.  My life has taught me, many many houses later, that home is not where we live, but how we live.  And so did this parade.  

It snowed here last night another 6 inches, or so, (Minnesotans always know exactly how much it has snowed), the street was well traveled but not plowed, and it has been about 20 degrees, or so, today. (Most Minnesotans know exactly how cold it is). (I love that about Minnesotans). There was a young woman in the middle of the parade, carrying a small boy, and wearing her sparkly, strappy 3 inch heels.  All I could think was Hallelujah for her, she knows

what matters

to her.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=76RrdwElnTU&noredirect=1

The Hallelujah chorus live from Radio City Music Hall, the Johann Strauss Orchestra and the Harlem Gospel Choir.

This matters to me.  The Hallelujah Chorus.  Because, when I get down about the confusion and pain religion has caused, I tend to remind myself,  aaaahhh,  without it, we wouldn't have the Hallelujah chorus. No matter who we are, where we are, whoever we believe the king, or queen, to be, the music matters. Passion matters. Hallelujah for that.

My family is far far away today, two daughters in NYC, one daughter, a son in law, and beautiful beautiful granddaughter, perfect in every way, in Portland Oregon.  And, at this moment, I'm feeling it a little bit.

But, that's not what matters.

I know what matters. 

To me.

proof. Pots with snow in Minneapolis.

There are many communities here in NE Minneapolis.  In fact, one building is home to both the Polish Church and the Ecuadorian Church.  There you have it.  World Peace.

Julie

My last Christmas Tree, a Ficus Tree, 2008  !!

Beauty

twinkly lights

Hallelujah for that

Love Wins. Everybody Gets Married!

                                                                      I do weddings
                                                                                      

 

anywhere!

 

 

 

I like to believe that in spite of what we see,

or think we see,

 

somewhere,

somehow,

some way,

in this dimension or the next,

certainly in heaven where we live,

 

 

Love Wins.

 

And everything changes.

Everything.

 

 

 

                                                                                 

A lot happened yesterday.  This is a first day that everything has changed. The implications of yesterdays Supreme Court decision are not only a giant leap for humanity, in this country, but also has uplifted the unseen soul of all that is.  Because why?   We are

 

                                                                              

 

deeply. eternally. passionately.  happy.

 

And, of course, isn't it fitting to read, wherever you can today, Nelson Mandela's Inaugural Address:

As he so eloquently says,

"There is no easy road to freedom....

Let each know that for each the body, the mind and the soul have been freed to fulfill themselves."

 

Amen.

 

Love Wins

 

 

Julie

 









STATEMENT OF THE PRESIDENT OF THE AFRICAN NATIONAL CONGRESS,NELSON MANDELA, AT HIS INAUGURATION AS PRESIDENT OF THE DEMOCRATIC REPUBLIC OF SOUTH AFRICA, UNION BUILDINGS, PRETORIA, MAY 10 1994

Your Majesties, Your Highnesses, Distinguished Guests, Comrades and Friends: Today, all of us do, by our presence here, and by our celebrations in other parts of our country and the world,confer glory and hope to newborn liberty. Out of the experience of an extraordinary human disaster that lasted too long, must be born a society of which all humanity will be proud. Our daily deeds as ordinary South Africans must produce an actual South African reality that will reinforce humanity's belief in justice, strengthen its confidence in the nobility of the human soul and sustain all our hopes for a glorious life for all. All this we owe both to ourselves and to the peoples of the world who are so well represented here today. To my compatriots, I have no hesitation in saying that each one of us is as intimately attached to the soil of this beautiful country as are the famous jacaranda trees of Pretoria and the mimosa trees of the bushveld. Each time one of us touches the soil of this land, we feel a sense of personal renewal. The national mood changes as the seasons change. We are moved by a sense of joy and exhilaration when the grass turns green and the flowers bloom. That spiritual and physical oneness we all share with this common homeland explains the depth of the pain we all carried in our hearts as we saw our country tear itself apart in a terrible conflict, and as we saw it spurned, outlawed and isolated by the peoples of the world, precisely because it has become the universal base of the pernicious ideology and practice of racism and racial oppression. We, the people of South Africa, feel fulfilled that humanity has taken us back into its bosom, that we, who were outlaws not so long ago, have today been given the rare privilege to be host to the nations of the world on our own soil. We thank all our distinguished international guests for having come to take possession with the people of our country of what is, after all, a common victory for justice, for peace, for human dignity. We trust that you will continue to stand by us as we tackle the challenges of building peace, prosperity, non-sexism,non-racialism and democracy. We deeply appreciate the role that the masses of our people and their political mass democratic, religious, women, youth,business, traditional and other leaders have played to bring about this conclusion. Not least among them is my Second Deputy President, the Honourable F.W. de Klerk. We would also like to pay tribute to our security forces, in all their ranks, for the distinguished role they have played in securing our first democratic elections and the transition to democracy, from blood-thirsty forces which still refuse to see the light. The time for the healing of the wounds has come. The moment to bridge the chasms that divide us has come. The time to build is upon us. We have, at last, achieved our political emancipation. We pledge ourselves to liberate all our people from the continuing bondage of poverty, deprivation, suffering, gender and other discrimination. We succeeded to take our last steps to freedom in conditions of relative peace. We commit ourselves to the construction of a complete, just and lasting peace. We have triumphed in the effort to implant hope in the breasts of the millions of our people. We enter into a covenant that we shall build the society in which all South Africans, both black and white, will be able to walk tall, without any fear in their hearts, assured of their inalienable right to human dignity - a rainbow nation at peace with itself and the world. As a token of its commitment to the renewal of our country,the new Interim Government of National Unity will, as a matter of urgency, address the issue of amnesty for various categories of our people who are currently serving terms of imprisonment. We dedicate this day to all the heroes and heroines in this country and the rest of the world who sacrificed in many ways and surrendered their lives so that we could be free. Their dreams have become reality. Freedom is their reward. We are both humbled and elevated by the honour and privilege that you, the people of South Africa, have bestowed on us, as the first President of a united, democratic, non-racial and non-sexist South Africa, to lead our country out of the valley of darkness. We understand it still that there is no easy road to freedom. We know it well that none of us acting alone can achieve success. We must therefore act together as a united people, for national reconciliation, for nation building, for the birth of a new world. Let there be justice for all. Let there be peace for all. Let there be work, bread, water and salt for all. Let each know that for each the body, the mind and the soul have been freed to fulfill themselves. Never, never and never again shall it be that this beautiful land will again experience the oppression of one by another and suffer the indignity of being the skunk of the world. Let freedom reign. The sun shall never set on so glorious a human achievement! God bless Africa! Thank you.

Editor: Ali B. Ali-Dinar



 

 

 

 

                                                                   

                                                                              

                         



 

 

 

The Good News

We  Have  Risen

Whatever that means to our own souls, in the world of our own beliefs and experiences, intuitions and truths:

Celebrate it today and be free

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RY3XiM7oGj0

(chariots of fire)

and happy.

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Julie

I am in Minneapolis.

it was snowing a few minutes ago, and now blue sky puffy white clouds...

                                                   

ps.  the youtube link above,

       I don't own it.

       it is copyrighted material.

       so please don't send me any money

       for the happiness of listening to it.

       

       !

A Gift for You

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A gift for you from a little boy I know, 4 year old Casey.

 

Last month Casy's grandmother died. 

 

He had been told over and over that now, Grandma lives in our hearts.  Here is the question from Casey:

 

 

"Is my heart bigger now that Grandma is in it?"

 

 

Yes, Casey.   It is.

 

 

 

to happiness,

 

Julie

 

 



Anarchy

                                                                        

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On 12/12/12 I was walking along west 12th, coincidentally, and as I started to breathe in and out, 123, 4567, to get myself into the moment,

I noticed this this window box with ivy and twinkly lights.

I really liked it.

Which is my favorite thing about intentionally placing myself smack dab in the middle of the moment. The first thing I notice,  birds, ivy, the wind, a balloon in the air, whatever, is usally something I really like;  because, actually, that is my intention.

 

Obviously,

right next to this box of ivy and twinkly lights I notice the plaque on the wall of the building.  There are tons of these all over new york city..

where Eleanor Roosevelt lived, Aaron Burr's carriage house which is now a FABULOUS restaurant called One if by Land, Two if by Sea...

Oddly, the reference is related to Paul Revere's midnight ride, one lantern on the church signaling the British were coming by land, and two lanterns if by sea..

I don't think Burr or Hamilton, the famous duel some 25 years later, (Burr won), had anything to do with with the lanterns, but, none the less, that's the name of the restaurant.

Anyway,

 

Here is the plaque:

 

 

I can't say this made me "happy" per se,

But, as I am happily a member of the "radical, liberal environmental agenda", I found it at least to be worthy of honor here.

 

Have we come a long way?

 

A few days later, I overheard a father in a coffee shop saying this to his daughter:

",,,that's what separates civilization from anarchy."

I think she was about 7.

 

I'm not sure what he said to her before this,

probably something about rules,

 and it has caused me to think a lot about anarchy and civilization in the last few weeks.

 

Look up anarchy. and see if you think it is so bad.

It's one of those words that has always had a negative connotation out here in the 3rd dimension,

the world,

where things have to work, like time, and calendars and order.

All good.

But,

is it all there is?

 

I don't think so.

 

A topic for another time.

Perhaps many more times.

 

Until then,

find something this very moment,

seen or unseen,

smelled,

tasted,

heard,

that you like

and

be happy.

 

 

 

The wonderful world of Mother Earth.

 

 

 

Julie