This is a small post to see if I still can get this thing up and running again. Just a test . I will revisit it after work this evening perhaps?
SLAINTE'
WJ
Monday, February 18, 2013
Friday, January 27, 2012
Walk Softly...But Carry A Big Stick !
Hi again everyone. I've been to the mountain again.
Funny how everytime I traverse lower into the valley however, and finally ascend back up there , that the view from it's summit is infinitely more beautiful and clear than my memory can readily serve me. And to that end , I am still baffled as to why I repeatedly stray from the direct, tried and tested , clearly chartered course ,that God has shown us, as the easier softer way to fulfillment in life.
I used to sit at our dinner table with my family in Ireland when I was younger and listen to my parents' sometimes vastly different approaches toward situations by where one would need to use some degree of intuition. And given my propensity for being naturally inquisitive, I not only listened intently but also queried their respective choices. All too often my mother would say something akin to " Never trust anyone til they have proven themselves trustworthy " .
( For the record, and for those of you who DONT know my mother, she is old-school- Irish from Co . Tyrone in Northern Ireland and is in posession of one of Ireland's most colorful vocabularies )
. So for the purposes of this blog you have been spared the ver batum script.
Meanwhile my father, who spoke three languages fluently and had a working knowledge of a couple more, Would espouse the virtues of being a wee bit more trusting of MOST people in general until they showed some signs of insincerity. He believed that we should hone our skills as sleuths and rely on our innate intuitions while giving the individual ..." The benefit of the doubt with the option of providing them enough rope to hang themselves if needed. " .Sufficed to say that they had slightly varied opinions on how to tread this sometimes trecherous road of chicanery.
This early teaching and intuitiveness has served me well many , many times since those fabled Irish dinnertimes. And There have been times recently where the dinnertimes outnumberd the dinners for many, including myself, but never has my parents' words resonated so vividly as when I most recently interviewed for a job in a medium security prison in a nearby country town.
This story has roots in a conversation I had with a dear friend almost a year ago to the day . I was rearranging my life to immigrate to Austrailia on the promise of employment in Sydney. When asked by her why I was leaving and what was my plan we began a convesation about what I though my purpose was. She ,being equally as spiritually motivated as I, asked a question that was to stay with me , and her im sure ,to this day.
She asked me , " What do you want to do Mike? What is you passion? What are you good at? "
With as much humility as I knew how to put forth, and exercising an honest assessment of the question, I replied.....".Honestly? You have mentioned before that you think that when I speak of things Spiritual and of Recovery issues, that I am in my most natural state. That it's as if I were speaking directly from God. Well here's the deal. I know that. And I'm also pretty good carpenter and leader of workers . "
Her reponse was.... " Well then , go do that Mike, and don't look back. "
I smiled and said ." Yeah that'd be great ! If only there was a way to get paid for it. !! " , And then I laughed out loud for a couple seconds..
Fast-forward......A YEAR...
So I struggled through the rest of the year staying with what I was familiar with ; contracting and doing small consulting type things for as much money as I could manage to raise. Needless to say that it wasn't / isn't enough to keep my vessel afloat. A decision was made. I would have to change for good. .AGAIN!! But this time felt different. I had returned from an unexpected and extended stay in Ireland , where I had been sitting vigil with my mother and older brother regarding a medical issue of my brother's. I can't explain it but I knew ,as I was uprooted from my routine and mundane life ,that God was trying to show me sonmeting more. I guess He knew I could now handle it more responsibly. He told me it was time to use the gifts . So often I take THE GIFTS for granted and sadly under utilize them..
Then ..I asked one of my friends to keep a look out for a job. He had an old highschool friend Facebook him about the job in the prison I mentioned to you earlier in this blog. I caled the people up and was invited to interview a week after I called. I accepted and was a wee bit nervous because it was a low-paying job and it was very far away from where I live now and from where my daughter lives here with her mother. It did, however, come with a full benefit package, which would have added up to about another twenty -five perccent of the salary. So with a reluctancy I'm not proud of , but a desire to truly improve myself, I started mentally preparing myself for the meeting. A couple days before the interview I was speaking with my former bride and related that I was having strong feelings about this job and that I think I really would like to work there. She shared that she knew in her heart hat this was probably because there wer many men in there that could use my brand otf spirituality and recovery. I already knew that that was why I felt that way.
THEN..........
Two days before the interview I decided I would do as any diligent interviewee would do ,and looked on the internet for info about the town and the prison. This is what sealed the fate of ' THE OMENS '
The proison was a medium security, 1,700 inmate prison that specialiizes in alcohol and drug rehabilitation. !!!!!!
The destiny of me and the prison carpentry shop was obvious now.. !!!!!! Right.? I even thought I heard a message from my Father........ " Mike.. Bloom where you're planted. " And off I merrily sauntered..
Enter Mom of The Weeping Jester....
The interview went off as planned . By their standards of a plan, that is.. !! They never even asked me any questions nor did they care to peruse my resume. Nor did they care to speak of my gift of recovery experience or the recovery welfare of the men .Instead , as I soon surmised, they were merely a modular homebuiling company who were usuing the prison system for free labor !!!
I left there realizing I had been duped. They were required by law to interview so many applicants . But surely the job was earmarked for a local . politically connected man.. But all was not lost. And it's ultimately in God's hands anyway. So I move on to do the next right thing..
YOU ONLY REALLY LOSE IF YOU LOSE THE LESSON ..
I had broken my dry spell and gotten out of my funk. I now have improved and updated my resume and have a cover letter and profile up on Career Builder. com. I will be employed soon . I am downsizing my life. I want to sail a smaller vessel. My greatest posessions are the spirits of the people I have been blessed to have encountered so far. My vessel will never shrink to where there is no room for what God sends me.
I thank God for the lessons at my adolescent dinner table and the contrasting versions of my folks' delivery systems. I believe that there is a great amount of good out there despite the dark and disappointing foibles of us mere mortals.
Till next time..
Be kind . But carry your Shillelagh !!!
Namste.
Weppin Jester
Funny how everytime I traverse lower into the valley however, and finally ascend back up there , that the view from it's summit is infinitely more beautiful and clear than my memory can readily serve me. And to that end , I am still baffled as to why I repeatedly stray from the direct, tried and tested , clearly chartered course ,that God has shown us, as the easier softer way to fulfillment in life.
I used to sit at our dinner table with my family in Ireland when I was younger and listen to my parents' sometimes vastly different approaches toward situations by where one would need to use some degree of intuition. And given my propensity for being naturally inquisitive, I not only listened intently but also queried their respective choices. All too often my mother would say something akin to " Never trust anyone til they have proven themselves trustworthy " .
( For the record, and for those of you who DONT know my mother, she is old-school- Irish from Co . Tyrone in Northern Ireland and is in posession of one of Ireland's most colorful vocabularies )
. So for the purposes of this blog you have been spared the ver batum script.
Meanwhile my father, who spoke three languages fluently and had a working knowledge of a couple more, Would espouse the virtues of being a wee bit more trusting of MOST people in general until they showed some signs of insincerity. He believed that we should hone our skills as sleuths and rely on our innate intuitions while giving the individual ..." The benefit of the doubt with the option of providing them enough rope to hang themselves if needed. " .Sufficed to say that they had slightly varied opinions on how to tread this sometimes trecherous road of chicanery.
This early teaching and intuitiveness has served me well many , many times since those fabled Irish dinnertimes. And There have been times recently where the dinnertimes outnumberd the dinners for many, including myself, but never has my parents' words resonated so vividly as when I most recently interviewed for a job in a medium security prison in a nearby country town.
This story has roots in a conversation I had with a dear friend almost a year ago to the day . I was rearranging my life to immigrate to Austrailia on the promise of employment in Sydney. When asked by her why I was leaving and what was my plan we began a convesation about what I though my purpose was. She ,being equally as spiritually motivated as I, asked a question that was to stay with me , and her im sure ,to this day.
She asked me , " What do you want to do Mike? What is you passion? What are you good at? "
With as much humility as I knew how to put forth, and exercising an honest assessment of the question, I replied.....".Honestly? You have mentioned before that you think that when I speak of things Spiritual and of Recovery issues, that I am in my most natural state. That it's as if I were speaking directly from God. Well here's the deal. I know that. And I'm also pretty good carpenter and leader of workers . "
Her reponse was.... " Well then , go do that Mike, and don't look back. "
I smiled and said ." Yeah that'd be great ! If only there was a way to get paid for it. !! " , And then I laughed out loud for a couple seconds..
Fast-forward......A YEAR...
So I struggled through the rest of the year staying with what I was familiar with ; contracting and doing small consulting type things for as much money as I could manage to raise. Needless to say that it wasn't / isn't enough to keep my vessel afloat. A decision was made. I would have to change for good. .AGAIN!! But this time felt different. I had returned from an unexpected and extended stay in Ireland , where I had been sitting vigil with my mother and older brother regarding a medical issue of my brother's. I can't explain it but I knew ,as I was uprooted from my routine and mundane life ,that God was trying to show me sonmeting more. I guess He knew I could now handle it more responsibly. He told me it was time to use the gifts . So often I take THE GIFTS for granted and sadly under utilize them..
Then ..I asked one of my friends to keep a look out for a job. He had an old highschool friend Facebook him about the job in the prison I mentioned to you earlier in this blog. I caled the people up and was invited to interview a week after I called. I accepted and was a wee bit nervous because it was a low-paying job and it was very far away from where I live now and from where my daughter lives here with her mother. It did, however, come with a full benefit package, which would have added up to about another twenty -five perccent of the salary. So with a reluctancy I'm not proud of , but a desire to truly improve myself, I started mentally preparing myself for the meeting. A couple days before the interview I was speaking with my former bride and related that I was having strong feelings about this job and that I think I really would like to work there. She shared that she knew in her heart hat this was probably because there wer many men in there that could use my brand otf spirituality and recovery. I already knew that that was why I felt that way.
THEN..........
Two days before the interview I decided I would do as any diligent interviewee would do ,and looked on the internet for info about the town and the prison. This is what sealed the fate of ' THE OMENS '
The proison was a medium security, 1,700 inmate prison that specialiizes in alcohol and drug rehabilitation. !!!!!!
The destiny of me and the prison carpentry shop was obvious now.. !!!!!! Right.? I even thought I heard a message from my Father........ " Mike.. Bloom where you're planted. " And off I merrily sauntered..
Enter Mom of The Weeping Jester....
The interview went off as planned . By their standards of a plan, that is.. !! They never even asked me any questions nor did they care to peruse my resume. Nor did they care to speak of my gift of recovery experience or the recovery welfare of the men .Instead , as I soon surmised, they were merely a modular homebuiling company who were usuing the prison system for free labor !!!
I left there realizing I had been duped. They were required by law to interview so many applicants . But surely the job was earmarked for a local . politically connected man.. But all was not lost. And it's ultimately in God's hands anyway. So I move on to do the next right thing..
YOU ONLY REALLY LOSE IF YOU LOSE THE LESSON ..
I had broken my dry spell and gotten out of my funk. I now have improved and updated my resume and have a cover letter and profile up on Career Builder. com. I will be employed soon . I am downsizing my life. I want to sail a smaller vessel. My greatest posessions are the spirits of the people I have been blessed to have encountered so far. My vessel will never shrink to where there is no room for what God sends me.
I thank God for the lessons at my adolescent dinner table and the contrasting versions of my folks' delivery systems. I believe that there is a great amount of good out there despite the dark and disappointing foibles of us mere mortals.
Till next time..
Be kind . But carry your Shillelagh !!!
Namste.
Weppin Jester
Saturday, January 7, 2012
You have to legislate for idiots.........MjH Sr.
Good morning world. I find myself referring more and more to things my Father used to say. And Yes, I realize we are nearly all products of our parents' characters and upbringing , so this shouldn't surprise anyone. But In my case I was blessed with a father who was wise beyond his humble and meager existence.. I am still learning from the seeds he sowed in my mind. And I am 100% aware that , tho I have a limited and seemingly intuitive collection of wisdom myself, the ideals of which I opine are , by far, more His thoughts than mine.
If it weren't for his tenacity, wisdom, intuitiveness and HUMILITY in depresssed economic times throughout the years in Ireland I would not have been able to maintain any degree of serenity and peaceful existence in this present depressed economy.
I love the definition of Humility which jumped out at me off the page of The Oxford English Dictionary a few years back. It said simply this.
'The ability to clearly recognize one's worth, no more , no less.'
So here's the deal. This morning I was speaking to a group of people about the benefits of exercising humility while practicing anonymity at public level. I pontificated in pure Weeping Jester fashion and finished with a line that just rolled off my taster without much thought. I said that while I was traipsing about aimlessly,albeit gregariously and , at times obviously mentally askew, there wasn't much secretive or discreet behavior on display. So I need not put too high of an emphasis on anonymity now.. And that ,every Fucker that walked the face of the earth, knew the deal with my antics anyway . So this is way better now.
Then this happened again
Afterward I was advised to do something which I have been struggling with for some time. This is not the first time it has been suggested that I find a way to share my little nuggets with more people than I am presently doing. These suggestion have come from some of the least likely of listeners too I might add. One is my former bride. Another is my ex lover. Others include my children , my spiritual advison and life- sponsor, my professional psychologist, my friend who is also a psychiatrist and , lastly but by no means least, countless numbers of my fellows. Male and Female alike. So while there is so much positive energy drawn to me and freely given to me I feel I have no right to keep this energy to myself.
And this , in my humble recognition , is the start of what I'm being drawn to. My Shift perhaps.
As far as the statement above about legislating for idiots, It's a version of ' You can't let the Lunatics run the Asylum.. And that is why my fellows and I are usually quite content to follow a few simple suggestions . Or rules and traditions . if you will. It's all about the humility.
I beleive that we are all imperfect and therein lies our unique perfection. And if we could learn to undo the conditioning we have grown with til now, and put ourselves in our proper worth recognition position, and stay with that concept only, then we would be on a path to untold returns. And it's FREE... The thing that is of UTMOST IMPORTANCE in this situation however , is that it is imperitive you allow your fellows the same position you have so humbly afforded yourself. Easier said than done. I know. But the simplicity of it is that if we are just honest to ourselves and recognise the love that Your God has permanently instilled in you already , your innate desire to show that love to your fellows will have no choice but to manifest itself.
This would be The Golden Rule on steroids.
All those cheesey cliches are written for a reason by the way. Because they cut to the chase of long tested and tried methods of living to better account.
And the cliche ,,'you reap what you sow ' is probably the simplest and most difficult one to refute.
Hence 'Faith Without Works is Dead. While I can laugh at the dismal outlook of most economists these days, I also know that if I adjust my attitude and go for my harvest I will get dividends beyond imagination. But I must put in what I would expect out.
I am finacially embarrassed yet again in this now enlightened, and hitherto dismal and overcast season of my excursion. So I am going to rely , in no smal part, on the teachings of MjH Sr. ,coupled with the cornicopia of wisdom that has been freely heaped upon my my newly eager mind . This is Spirituality at it's finest.
When I was a kid I went into a local candy store with a school mate. He asked me how much do you have ? I said 75p. He informed me that he had 25p , and ( according to hic calcs. ) that that meant we each had 50 p to splurge with. I could soon see that this was somehow not the deal that I was hoping for and suggested that we do something completely out of the norm . STEAL the candy. We didn't end up scoffing the sweets but he also ended up with half of the bounty anyway after we spent the doe.
Point being.... I have always been stuck somewhere between wanting the easy way out and yet wanting to share what I have. But another cliche comes to mind. CHARITY BEGINS AT HOME. And I can't take a splinter out of your eye if I have a plank stuck in me own..
I need to go earn some money today now and I am currently subdued by a cold but I am in such a good mood that I must be either confidently humble ...or hopelessly simple. But here goes anyway. Thanx for tuning in Fellows.
Have a laugh on me.
Weeping Jester.
If it weren't for his tenacity, wisdom, intuitiveness and HUMILITY in depresssed economic times throughout the years in Ireland I would not have been able to maintain any degree of serenity and peaceful existence in this present depressed economy.
I love the definition of Humility which jumped out at me off the page of The Oxford English Dictionary a few years back. It said simply this.
'The ability to clearly recognize one's worth, no more , no less.'
So here's the deal. This morning I was speaking to a group of people about the benefits of exercising humility while practicing anonymity at public level. I pontificated in pure Weeping Jester fashion and finished with a line that just rolled off my taster without much thought. I said that while I was traipsing about aimlessly,albeit gregariously and , at times obviously mentally askew, there wasn't much secretive or discreet behavior on display. So I need not put too high of an emphasis on anonymity now.. And that ,every Fucker that walked the face of the earth, knew the deal with my antics anyway . So this is way better now.
Then this happened again
Afterward I was advised to do something which I have been struggling with for some time. This is not the first time it has been suggested that I find a way to share my little nuggets with more people than I am presently doing. These suggestion have come from some of the least likely of listeners too I might add. One is my former bride. Another is my ex lover. Others include my children , my spiritual advison and life- sponsor, my professional psychologist, my friend who is also a psychiatrist and , lastly but by no means least, countless numbers of my fellows. Male and Female alike. So while there is so much positive energy drawn to me and freely given to me I feel I have no right to keep this energy to myself.
And this , in my humble recognition , is the start of what I'm being drawn to. My Shift perhaps.
As far as the statement above about legislating for idiots, It's a version of ' You can't let the Lunatics run the Asylum.. And that is why my fellows and I are usually quite content to follow a few simple suggestions . Or rules and traditions . if you will. It's all about the humility.
I beleive that we are all imperfect and therein lies our unique perfection. And if we could learn to undo the conditioning we have grown with til now, and put ourselves in our proper worth recognition position, and stay with that concept only, then we would be on a path to untold returns. And it's FREE... The thing that is of UTMOST IMPORTANCE in this situation however , is that it is imperitive you allow your fellows the same position you have so humbly afforded yourself. Easier said than done. I know. But the simplicity of it is that if we are just honest to ourselves and recognise the love that Your God has permanently instilled in you already , your innate desire to show that love to your fellows will have no choice but to manifest itself.
This would be The Golden Rule on steroids.
All those cheesey cliches are written for a reason by the way. Because they cut to the chase of long tested and tried methods of living to better account.
And the cliche ,,'you reap what you sow ' is probably the simplest and most difficult one to refute.
Hence 'Faith Without Works is Dead. While I can laugh at the dismal outlook of most economists these days, I also know that if I adjust my attitude and go for my harvest I will get dividends beyond imagination. But I must put in what I would expect out.
I am finacially embarrassed yet again in this now enlightened, and hitherto dismal and overcast season of my excursion. So I am going to rely , in no smal part, on the teachings of MjH Sr. ,coupled with the cornicopia of wisdom that has been freely heaped upon my my newly eager mind . This is Spirituality at it's finest.
When I was a kid I went into a local candy store with a school mate. He asked me how much do you have ? I said 75p. He informed me that he had 25p , and ( according to hic calcs. ) that that meant we each had 50 p to splurge with. I could soon see that this was somehow not the deal that I was hoping for and suggested that we do something completely out of the norm . STEAL the candy. We didn't end up scoffing the sweets but he also ended up with half of the bounty anyway after we spent the doe.
Point being.... I have always been stuck somewhere between wanting the easy way out and yet wanting to share what I have. But another cliche comes to mind. CHARITY BEGINS AT HOME. And I can't take a splinter out of your eye if I have a plank stuck in me own..
I need to go earn some money today now and I am currently subdued by a cold but I am in such a good mood that I must be either confidently humble ...or hopelessly simple. But here goes anyway. Thanx for tuning in Fellows.
Have a laugh on me.
Weeping Jester.
Monday, January 2, 2012
ASHAMED ? ...I'd much rather laugh...
Ya know,.... I've heard , and truly beleive, that Faith Without Works is Dead . Which is to say that we can beleive in our destiny and our abilities all we want, but if we don't move into action we will simply stagnate and relapse into regression again. And this goes for for anything we wish to move forward on in our lives. So today I am going to follw the example of a dear friend who suggests we chart out two or three forward -
moving ,productive tasks per day, and strictly adhere to that regimen.
Faith + Disiplne +Action = Advancement.
So on to this economy.. What a joke ! But not many people are laughing. If the facts were laid out in movie script form it would be a blockbuster hit in the Black Comedy category. What is happening today is no different than in the days of the workhouses. What used to be the ideal of The American Dream has descended into a nightmare by where the average American will NEVER get out of their crippling dept. While the puppeteers who put you there will never have to worry about how to pay their bills in their lives.
The puppet masters with slight of hand and the game of musical blame would have the average, decent, thinking-man beleive that you simply got greedy and lazy and in over your head. And that you need to pay the price for your failures in the game of high -finance. POPPYCOCK I SAY !!!
This is where they rely on you being ASHAMED . They know that you will not rebel while you still beleive that you are somewhat at fault for your plight. DON'T BE ASHAMED ANYMORE !!!. You did nothing worse than trust our leaders and put your economic future in the hands of the men and women who were supposed to protect your money. THEY LIED AND THEY FAILED YOU. .
In other countries there would have been a physical revolution by now. But for some reason we are in denial of the severity of our plight. 'Bread and Circuses ' come to mind. How many realitiy shows are you watching these days? The American Empire is on it's last days and history wil show that our Bankers fiddled while Wall Street burned. And we sat idly by and said nought til it was too late.
My Father taught me that ,if one is to make fun of anything , it is advised that one would at least have a decent working knowledge of the subject. So I offer that we all have a fairly decent grasp of financial woes at the present time and therefore we will laugh while we figure out how to turn the situation toward the productive, forward -moving goal of STANDING WITHOUT SHAME.
My Father was a very well -read and spiritual man. But he also had a fairly decent grasp of reality. I find that I live by many of his philosophies. And one such philosophy which is so apropos is this;
A Boxer can bless himself all he wants before he goes into the ring, but it's not worth a fuck if he can't box..
Til next time. Slainte'
Weeping Jester.
My
moving ,productive tasks per day, and strictly adhere to that regimen.
Faith + Disiplne +Action = Advancement.
So on to this economy.. What a joke ! But not many people are laughing. If the facts were laid out in movie script form it would be a blockbuster hit in the Black Comedy category. What is happening today is no different than in the days of the workhouses. What used to be the ideal of The American Dream has descended into a nightmare by where the average American will NEVER get out of their crippling dept. While the puppeteers who put you there will never have to worry about how to pay their bills in their lives.
The puppet masters with slight of hand and the game of musical blame would have the average, decent, thinking-man beleive that you simply got greedy and lazy and in over your head. And that you need to pay the price for your failures in the game of high -finance. POPPYCOCK I SAY !!!
This is where they rely on you being ASHAMED . They know that you will not rebel while you still beleive that you are somewhat at fault for your plight. DON'T BE ASHAMED ANYMORE !!!. You did nothing worse than trust our leaders and put your economic future in the hands of the men and women who were supposed to protect your money. THEY LIED AND THEY FAILED YOU. .
In other countries there would have been a physical revolution by now. But for some reason we are in denial of the severity of our plight. 'Bread and Circuses ' come to mind. How many realitiy shows are you watching these days? The American Empire is on it's last days and history wil show that our Bankers fiddled while Wall Street burned. And we sat idly by and said nought til it was too late.
My Father taught me that ,if one is to make fun of anything , it is advised that one would at least have a decent working knowledge of the subject. So I offer that we all have a fairly decent grasp of financial woes at the present time and therefore we will laugh while we figure out how to turn the situation toward the productive, forward -moving goal of STANDING WITHOUT SHAME.
My Father was a very well -read and spiritual man. But he also had a fairly decent grasp of reality. I find that I live by many of his philosophies. And one such philosophy which is so apropos is this;
A Boxer can bless himself all he wants before he goes into the ring, but it's not worth a fuck if he can't box..
Til next time. Slainte'
Weeping Jester.
My
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Shame is not productive.
Ok. My lovely daughter down under kindly offered constructive criticism about my first blog's spelling errors. Thank you Kid # 1.
And since last post I met with a young woman who regressed in her latest mission and expressed deep remorse and said she was very ASHAMED of her setback. I say POPPYCOCK !!.
Luckily we were able to put shame back in perspective and realize the futility of it. And so, a healthy respect for the err of her ways ,coupled with the desire to accept the here and now as being infinitely more valuable, has proven yet again a much stronger course of action. God does not want us to punish ourselves. Carpe Diem.
Yesterday's gone. And tomorrow may never be mine....Kristofferson..
Weeping Jester
And since last post I met with a young woman who regressed in her latest mission and expressed deep remorse and said she was very ASHAMED of her setback. I say POPPYCOCK !!.
Luckily we were able to put shame back in perspective and realize the futility of it. And so, a healthy respect for the err of her ways ,coupled with the desire to accept the here and now as being infinitely more valuable, has proven yet again a much stronger course of action. God does not want us to punish ourselves. Carpe Diem.
Yesterday's gone. And tomorrow may never be mine....Kristofferson..
Weeping Jester
Let the Shames begin
Hello Fellow Spectators. I am just starting this , so bear with me while i learn to navigate the windows. Perhaps we can all learn together. First thought is ,however , that we must put shame in it's rightful position. Which is to say..Nowhere near the thought process of constructive rebuilding. I have a feeling I am going to espouse ideas that we ALL already know, but are either afraid of, or oblivious to, these ideas' effect on our lives, and the lives of our loved ones and fellows. But i'm going to just play this by ear and hopefullty speak my truth for now to see what happens. If nothing else, It will jump out in print , that which sometimes sits idly by, unrealized. But I must run out for a while now . I'll be back.
Slainte'...
.Weeping Jester
Slainte'...
.Weeping Jester
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