thinking

thinking
still

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Oh Evolution. HOw can you b e so maligned? what abeautiful and necessary process. in all our breathing. how noble we wish to be. I wonder what it is that Dawn French is quoting as she trapiezes about in Coraline. darling vicar. in that darling hamlet....

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Something happened today. It is something I've never consciously experienced before.
As i flitted about preparing for my spouse's Saturda soiree, singing with the Commodores and admiring my housekeeping (which tends to be nonexistant) I saw a male figure walking from my garage hallway into the small hall that leads into the kitchen. I thought nothing much of the spectre because my son or my friend Joe move about like I do...Joe especially goes into the garage a lot to get sodas from the fridge. My son will not go into the garage on his own. For some reason i began to question who I'd seen. I quickly moved through the hall into the family room and saw my son stretched out on the floor playing with his Lego and looking very much like he'd been there for a good while. He denied that he'd been in the garage hall and so I called to Joe who took a bit of vocal prompting to open his bedroom door. When he did he grumpily stated that he'd been folding his recently laundered clothing for a period of time. I told him that I'd seen someone turn the corner from one hall into the other and he became wide-eyed and began searching the downstairs. He came back to me and said that he saw nobody and that i was imagining things. What i saw was very clear. I know when i think i'm seeing something peripherally and quickly look and realize it's a stray friggin hair creating a shadowy illusion or just something inanimate (sp?) that has fooled me. This was someone moving very quickly with a glowing quality to him...even casting a shadow on the wall....I began to think it may have been my brother who will have been deceased for 7 years in May or that i was maybee seeing my son in a future reality, taller, moving purposefully. I called my parents to relay the story to my father who also had an experience in my home when he and my mother were here for the birth of my son....father immersed in finishing my son's room on the day i'd be bringing him home and he looks up to see a beautiful peaceful vision of a woman walking from my son's room and looking down the hall to my bedroom where my mother was working. Later my parents were told that it was a guardian angel named Sarah....months later i found a mass produced figurine of an angel that i'd gotten at some Home Interiors party a number of years back....she had a little card explaining her purpose ( i'd received her as a gift for buying a certain amount of merchandise)....on the card it said her name was Sarah....anyway..digression
Before i began telling my father of today's experience I asked about the state of our dear friend Amanda who has been fighting cancer for the past 5 or 6 years. She had recently been hospitalized for all sorts of complications and was in an induced coma for a necessary respiratory procedure. My father had been informed 2 days ago that she was not going to live much longer because her kidneys were beginning to shut down...she had been told to spend time with her children before she was anesthetized which meant that it was believed she would not regain consiousness.
My father told me that she had passed away this afternoon at 12:44 central time. I immediately knew that what i saw was somehow connected to Amanda's passing. While it did look male, it was not a big figure...definitely tall, as was Amanda, and wearing a casual golf type shirt, as Amanda did....still felt more masculine than Amanda was....It was about 2:00 or 2:15 when I saw the vision......It seemed like whomever this was was in a hurry....quickly moving from one passage way into another.
I've never had an experience like this before.

yes, you are my chillin 0001

Toronto 1944 0001

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Thursday, March 17, 2011

i saw the remains of the fox in Camille today....too sleepy and lazy and nervous to record her.....she is rug like now.
poor girl

they are putting up plastic black things to do construction or forest raping up on Lem t....right outside our develop

the liquor makes me restless_.wmv