Monthly Archives: June 2013

Touch Stones revisited.


A few months ago I wrote about writing that served  as a ‘touch stone’.  I gave the example of words sent to my family to express my feelings at the time and my appreciation of my son’s reply.  Today I would like to introduce a different type of touch stone – an object saturated with meaning.

Moulson emerges


         Moulson is a family clan touch stone created at a distant family reunion.  Moulson leaves each reunion with a family member choosen by the previous keeper.  Some times it is bequeathed by request.  Other times it requires completion of a task.

         This morning I discovered Moulson lurking in my brother’s house.  He was clean, safe and stuffed with finger puppets – a hint that he had been to visit grandkids recently.

I have read of group blogs and wondered if Moulson would like his own blog ?

Every family should have a touchstone and blog whether it’s a signet ring, flag, or puppet doesn’t matter.  It’s a symbol to rally the clan and remember.

Long Live Moulson!!!

Fairy Encounter


Mixed flora

Peering among the roadside flora, I found a bee and followed it home.



On my way I found a tiny  home and wondered who lived there.

Fairy face

I spied a fluttering of wings in the distance and approached.  She agreed to being caputured by my camera and even turned to show off her wings.

Fairy Flower

Magic is everywhere.  You just have to open your eyes.


An Adventure in Oregon


Every day is an adventure filled with sensations that trigger memories from the past and create new ones.

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I try to give the moments a format so I can communicate them.

Words do not work or perhaps it is my inability to wordsmith.

Pictures feel more expressive.

Add musical vibrations and the message is filled with meaning.

This presentation is my expression of a recent walk in the countryside of Eugene, Oregon.


My gratitude to Bach, Mother Nature, and Family for sharing.







National Airport, Washington, DC


A gray haired lady is escorted to the private receiving area where I wait with an armful of flowers.  Adults mingle nearby dressed in their Sunday clothes.  Several held cameras with large flashes and notebooks.

A hand on my back gently pushes me forward to face the smiling lady.  I hand her the flowers and recite the lines I have been given.

“Thank you for helping the children of the world.”

She leans forward and shakes my hand.  I feel the space around me fill with silence and then she is hurried out of sight.

I was 11 years old when I met Eleanor Roosevelt.


“No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.”

Eleanor Roosevelt, This is My Story

“A woman is like a tea bag; you never know how strong it is until it’s in hot water.”

Eleanor Roosevelt

“Do what you feel in your heart to be right – for you’ll be criticized anyway.”

Eleanor Roosevelt

“Once I had a rose named after me and I was very flattered. But I was not pleased to read the description in the catalogue: “No good in a bed, but fine up against a wall.”

Eleanor Roosevelt

“Beautiful young people are accidents of nature, but beautiful old people are works of art. ”

Eleanor Roosevelt



Rectory, Catholic Church

rectory door

A fresh priest opens the rectory door to admit us.

I have disobeyed my parents and am being delivered for judgment.

My parents are told to wait in a separate room so the priest can interrogate me.

We discuss my decision to leave my parents house and continue with my education.

He asks my permission to act as my legal guardian.

I feel safe.


Austin, Texas

Staring at the deceased newborn, I feel the homicide detective grip my shoulders and turn me to face his chest.

“You look like you could use a hug,” he whispered with a Texas drawl.


Thank you for allowing me to share.

Raising Awareness


Excellent visual building blocks for the future.

Just breathe.

“I was bold in the pursuit of knowledge, never fearing to follow truth and reason to whatever results they led, and bearding every authority which stood in their way.”
 – Thomas Jefferson

As some of you may be aware, today is the first day of Bilderberg meeting at the Grove Hotel in Hertfordshire, England. The reason why I wanted to write a post about this is that many people, maybe even most, have never even heard about the Bilderberg Group. This, however, is not very surprising because these annual meetings have happened for many years in secret. And they still are private and no one really knows what they actually talk about there except for the ones who have been invited.

Through the alternative media and people who are brave enough to discover the truth, this information about the Bilderberg Group / the Illuminati / the Shadow Government or whatever…

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