Summer twilight

Sunset

Magic time

Florida sunset

June 2010

Words to live by ...

Saucer here, saucer there ...

On June 24 1947, pilot Kenneth Arnold reporting seeing nine UFOs over Mount Rainier, which he described as like "saucers skipping over the water."
His sighting kicked off the modern UFO era and led the press to coin the phrase 'flying saucers.' 


50 years later on June 24, 1997, the U.S. Air Force issued a 231-page report dismissing the long-standing claims of an ET crash near Roswell, New Mexico.


They suggested that recovered bodies were not those of aliens but crash test dummies used in parachute experiments.

Do you believe the men in black???

Or  the men in green???

Ohm ...

The force, good it is.



Yodas ben-Jedi amidst things of this earth, sit they do
 Jedi already being a plural word I believe ...  Just thinking out loud here ...

And for something from a different mythology ...

"Thou shalt not worship idols"

I don't. However, I can say that each & every stone, shell, rock, Yoda has special memory for me.  I love to hold each one separately. I love to feel their shape, texture.  I close my eyes, eager to recapture the memory of a moment suspended in time. 

Collectively, the smile that comes to my face is a small reflection of the easy, breezy sense of serenity that goes through me when I reconnect with this small cornucopia of collectibles.

One of the pieces is a particularly special gift.  One from someone who knows me very well.  Julita brought this from an area of her motherland in Puerto Rico well known for decades worth of, yes I am going to say it, UFO & paranormal activity.

I remember watching one of my woo woo shows years ago with Vic in which the Puerto Rican connection was discussed, footage aired, photos, locals interviewed.  I told Julita about the show & asked if she had been to that area.  I also rememberd the surname of the local journalist who covered the story.   Martin.

As in Julita's cousin, who shares her maiden name. 

And the woo goes on ...

My Puerto Rican stone always gets its full moon cleansing along with all the other rocks, crystals, feathers,, tsotches. 

I like to have that one particular stone near me at night.
Armed the mandatory intergalactic hitchhiker's towel, night after night, I patiently wait, hoping to hitch a ride on an intergalactic VW bus, desperately hoping to avoid Vogon poety.

My mantra is not "Calgon, take me away".

Definitely more "Beam me up Scotty."

Douglas Adams:  RIP

It's come to this: a soccer post!

USA - all the way!!!!


I am NOT a soccer-widow (no pun intended) but I have to say I am thrilled at the World Cup result today. 


U S A .. U S A ... sound of homemade vuvuzela or howsoever it is spelled/spelt?!!!


Having hated 'football" in England, I do, however, remember the good old days when rowdiness meant the chucking of empty beer bottles and toilet paper.


The days of George Best & a young, up and coming Pele ...


Gone.  All gone.  


Now you have to blow those dreadful things and paint yourself or wear silly hats.


Never mind.


Way to go, U S A !!!

Taking the time to journey ...

....  to the center of my mind.

Wow!  I totally love those words.  

As is my way,  I love to stumble across an older tv series, now syndicated.  "Seinfeld" was the best find of all.  A mindlessly clever laugh now available almost any time a day on some channel or other.  George, of course, is my fave.  

"World's are colliding.  This is NOT good.  George is not happy about this at all!"

Well, hello!  Talk about a completely off the wall, gorgeously dark "find" for sista k.  Everything considered, the irony is beyond delicious.

Ready?

"Six feet under."

For someone who could not watch more than the first 3 minutes of  "My sister's keeper", or a full 15 of "You don't know jack", the HBO Al Pacino as Jack Kevorkian, "Six feet under" just tickles & provokes my thoughts in so many ways.

Oh, it makes me sob at times but mostly, I get to observe the myriad of made-for-tv sound bytes of various forms of grief.

Conclusion:  I am quite, quite normal in my own Abby Normal way.

Ta ta, for now ...  I think I am starting to come out of the dark side ...

Do you bathe by the light of the silvery, solstice moon?

The summer solstice sun setting in the west, dipping in & out of the clouds.

The summer solstice moon slowly rising in the southeastern horizon.

What better way to celebrate this most sacred & magical
of nights than to float around in a beautiful pool with a beautiful friend?  Excellent tea, a cool pool, two old friends reflecting on their lives past while both look to the starry sky, wondering what the future has in store?

Bathing in the moonlight.  No SPF required!  Delish.

All over the world, for thousands of years, people have born witness to the significance of the solstices.

Tonight, in my own fashion, I also pay homage, lay disciple of
heliolatry that I am.