Hello, welcome to my blog cast, it’s wonderful to have you back again. I hope 2023 is starting out on a good note. I’m sure you are as sick of shopping and food, as well as all the New Year’s resolutions shouted from the rooftops as I am.
I will say for me it’s time to get on with the nitty, gritty of meeting some of my goals. I have found through the years that while I am a creative person, I am not very good with following through and completing my task. Recently I came across a meditation that a very dear friend of mine and I created many long years ago, but never released.
I listened to this the other day as I found it in a drawer somewhere and the sound of my friend Eunice’s voice brought tears to my eyes as I realized that the world may never hear her words if I do not release the CD to the public.
As what happens in everyone’s life, I’ve gotten tied up in the day-to-day garbage thrown my direction, without ever following through on my goals of what I really want to be accomplishing.
Life does that, the day-to-day responsibilities gets in our way. Our obligations to family, friends, and the world in general seemed to stop us from moving forward. Or at least that’s my excuse.
I still miss my friend.
After listening to Eunice’s voice, and the words that we created together to bring about this meditation tape, I realized that I don’t want her voice or my voice to get lost in the wilderness. I truly feel that the words she has to say and the meditation that we offer is such a gift to everyone that I’m offering it on my Market Street page for those of you who would like a copy of their own.
While thinking about what lies ahead for me at the ripe old age of 72, the sound of the clock ticking away battering me with its reminder that time is slipping away is frightening when I realize that I can no longer think of a 30-year mortgage because I won’t be here in 30 years. When I cannot think of a 20-year loan because I may not last that long. But the saddest thing for me is to realize that my dearest friend, who is no longer here may never have her words heard by anyone.
I’m not going to let laziness or feeling overworked, or self-pity get in the way of me putting out this CD to all of you.
When I created this blog, it took me days to figure out how the hell to do anything. I spent hours and hours searching all the websites I could find. I cried in frustration as things kept falling apart, not registering on my blog, and getting lost in the great universal pit. But I did not give up.
Keep going and follow your path..
Now I have decided that I will not give up until I get our CD out into the universe for those who need to hear Eunice’s words to help bring peace and balance back into their life.
Once upon a time we thought of doing great things. We had a lot of good plans. We wanted to help so many people. But instead, life got in our way, and we ended up on separate paths and lost each other along the way.
I am not going to allow this beautiful meditation to be lost. I am not going to prevent my friend’s voice from speaking to the masses. I am going to work to put our CD “ Chakra Lights Meditation” out into the universe and hope that those who need to hear her words will listen to our meditation and find peace. Perhaps you too will find this a source of motivation so you can move your life forward as I am going to move my life forward as well.
May I wish each one of you a great new year. Don’t let others stand in your way. Take control of your life. Set realistic goals that you can meet. Be gentle with yourself. If you fail start over because we all fail. And if you fall down get back up and begin again.
I would also like you to take a moment and listen to the sample I have included as Eunice’s voice guides you through a short relaxation. This is how the CD begins. And as I always say, have a GREAT day today, you and I deserve it.
Hello this is Kris, welcome to my blog. I hope that you are looking forward to Christmas, and the holidays as they will soon be upon us. If this is not a good time for you then give it a new meaning. Make it something more personal, something that will bring You happiness. Did you know that Constantine, a Roman ruler started this celebration on December 25th in the year 336AD? It was a way to push Christianity to the masses. And it is still going strong!
If you’ve read my blogs in the past, you know I’m not real fond of Christmas thanks to an unhappy childhood.
When I look at all the chaos in the world it’s hard to feel happiness, joy, good tidings, and cheer. I am not even sure most of us know what Christmas is really about!
We definitely know it is about spending money, shopping, buying gifts we can’t afford, pasting on a happy face, and listening to Christmas carols as soon as Halloween is over.
But what is Christmas really about? We know that it’s not Christ’s birthday because the experts cannot agree on the actual date and time, although I read somewhere it started with “ Christ Mass” thus the name, a mass that was held for Jesus.
This is really what it is about!
I’ve also read that Saint Nicholas played a part in this celebration by starting the gift giving part one year. And if I did a google search there would be 98,500,000 bits of information at my fingertips. Okay, I looked! But really, what does it mean to you.?
For me it is a time when I get depressed when I have nothing to be depressed about. I think it is in my genes as Christmas past for me were not so good. I struggle with not allowing these feelings to take control as I have many things to be grateful for. I have children and grand children whom I love, but sometimes it is just hard.
Now I know this is not a very motivational blog piece, but I want you to know that it is okay for you to feel down and/or depressed as long as you pull yourself out of that pit.
Do not let yourself give into feeling bad. It’s okay for a few moments but look at what you have to be grateful for. I know if you and I could have a conversation I could help you see that there are many things you have to be thankful for.
There are people in your life who care. They don’t have to be family if yours is crappy. This season does not have to be about money, or gifts. It needs to be about feeling joy within.
There is hope on the other side of that tunnel
When I stop the whining and look at what I have, I am amazed that I can walk, talk, think, work, create, hold my bladder, and make whatever choices I want to make about my life. It is not about giving anything, unless it is something I want to give. It doesn’t have to be tied to any religion unless that is what I want, what you want.
We have been given this spot-on earth to do what we will and can for ourselves and each other. We do not need to give it a name. Just call it being human. Things are crazy right now. People are afraid of each other. There is a lot of hatred surging across this planet earth.
We each need to tune into feeling good about life. This IS a great world, there are great people in it, and we can be one of those as well. Yes, I hear the news, but I demand that the networks start telling us all the truth, not just the parts they want to keep us estranged, but that will bring us together.
There are people everywhere doing good things for others. All I ask is that you do things for yourself and the people around you. The hell with calling it Christmas, let’s just call it being kind.
If you are one of the masses who need help then reach out. Do not be afraid or ashamed, we are all here TOGETHER to help each other. It can be in big ways or small ways. The joy comes in that you get to choose.
If your depression is really smothering you, seek help. There are many help lines, emergency services, and people who can help you get through the hard times. We all have needed help at one time or another. There is no shame it choosing to take that next step in seeking help. I have posted one of the help lines to this blog, but you can pick which one you want to use. Just do not give into the depression, fight back, it only takes one foot in front of the other to lead you in a new direction. And don’t worry about the holidays, they will be over soon. And as I always say, have a great day today, you and I deserve.
Humans are selfish. When we think of the happenings going on in the world we always think how they affect “us.” It’s natural. Our world revolves around what is happening in our life. So, while there are many things exploding in the world, I must still take a moment and complain.
My grievance is the treatment I received from the car rental place, actually I should say the website for the car that I rented as I was misled.
You want the story in a nutshell. I’ll give it to you in a walnut, that might be big enough. I traveled 1200 miles to see my sister who is not well. We are both in our seventies, and I don’t know how many more times I can make this trip. I normally drive, but it has gotten too much for me, so I flew into Toronto and rented a car.
I made all my arrangements online. And when it came to renting a car, I did the same thing. I figured the drive from the Toronto airport to her place in Orilla was easier to make then the drive from my home in Kansas to her home in Canada.
There are always hiccups in the road aren’t there? So, when I rented my car in August the Internet website handled it very well, I foolishly thought. The printout that I received stated that I could drop this car at the Best Western Plus Hotel at the airport and take their shuttle to the terminal if it was after hours. The fee was $10 to $20 to me. I felt the extra fee well worth it as I would have to drop my car off at 05:00am in the morning as my flight home was leaving Toronto at 8:30am.
Let me see here what’s going on!
Here comes the hiccup. Before I left the car lot, I stated as a question that “I could drop the car off at the Best Western Plus Hotel as I was leaving at 05:00am on September 22nd and take the hotels shuttle to the airport.”
The car rental staff person looked at me like I was foolish and stated that “No I had to bring the car back to the lot and put the keys in the box and call a taxi or Uber to pick me up and take me to the airport.” Let me say that this lot was in a very industrial, busy area 15 to 20 minutes away from the airport. This business expected a 71-year-old woman to come to their lot at 05:00am, sit in the dark, call an Uber or taxi, and hope that they arrived in time to get me to my flight.
My big concern was would I be able to sit there safely, let me say that again, safely in this car while I waited for some unknown person to pick me up and take me to the airport.
I was dumbfounded. I said to the guy that the printout said that I could leave the car at the Best Western Plus Hotel after hours and catch their shuttle. He said, “Show me” at which time I pulled out the paperwork and showed him where it was printed from this website that I could catch the shuttle and leave the car at the Best Western Plus Hotel at the Toronto airport. The staff person said, “No that is wrong, you have to bring the car back here.”
Believe me had I known this ahead of time I would not have rented from Zoom or used the website that I used to rent the car. I would have gone a different route.
Here is the proof
If there’s anybody out there who has ever driven around Toronto on the highways, you will understand my upset and fear at the thought of trying to return that car at 05:00am in the morning. The traffic is horrendous and there are lanes of stopped traffic all along that route.
I was in a state of shock. Here I was far away from home in an unknown area upset that now I had to figure out a different way to bring this car back or bring it to the lot and figure out how to get transportation at 05:00 o’clock in the morning back to the Toronto airport.
The Toronto airport is one hell of a busy place. You must be there very early to get things done. I spent my whole time with my sister worrying about getting that dam car back to the lot.
My final decision was to return the car a day early and stay at a hotel the night before. I cut my vacation a day short and spent $364.83 Canadian on a hotel room that I stayed in for seven hours to drop this car off in the daylight and feel safe that I would be able to get to the airport on time. The car rental place did not even refund my early return. And then they balked at even taking me to the hotel as it “wasn’t at the airport.” he said.
Their suggestion was that the shuttle person could take me to the airport, and I could take a taxi to the hotel. I am not kidding you. They wanted to drop me at the airport and leave me to find my own way to the hotel. What terrible people!
Let me say, as it turned out, the hotel was only about 10 minutes from their car lot. There I stood in their lobby with tears pooling in my eyes over the fact that these cruel men would expect me to find my own way to the hotel after driving through horrific traffic to return my car a day early.
There are monsters among us, unkind, heartless people
Finally, they decided to take me to the hotel as there were five new clients coming into the lobby to rent cars, and I am sure they did not want an old woman standing there crying over the dilemma she found herself thanks to them.
Now, I’m not looking for sympathy. I want you to understand that I was going by the paperwork that I had from the website which included me dropping this car off at the Best Western and taking their shuttle to the airport. It did not include me sitting out in the dark at 05:00 in the morning waiting for somebody to come and pick me up, somebody I wouldn’t know, somebody who would know I was a tourist, and who I should trust to take me safely to the airport to catch my flight back to the states.
What I want is for you to feel as outraged as I do when you hear their the websites response regarding this miscarriage of justice. They told me there is nothing they can do to get a refund for me, then they sent me a copy of a voucher that left off the part about returning the car and included only four pages. In this email they stated, “It doesn’t say anything about pickups or drop offs.”
My copy has six pages and is directly from their website. I printed all the documents as soon as I completed the transaction. This website is all over the world. How can they be so deceitful? They sent me a fake printout. It is not what was available to me at the time of the booking. I have copies and sent them pictures of what is in my printout.
At this point what I expect is a full apology, and a full refund. What do you think will happen?
What website was that deer?
I guess the lesson that I’ve learned that I want to share with you is that no matter what it says in print on the Internet I would say that you call and verify every single detail before you make a trip far from home. No one should be expected to sit in the dark somewhere in an unknown place and try to find transportation anywhere. Not with the world wide web at our fingertips, or at least that’s what I thought.
Fool me once but you will never fool me again. I shall not use the internet to plan a trip ever as I am sure there are many, many other people out there who have lost lots of money over similar situations. For me, I will go directly through the business I will be dealing with and hope that in the end they will be truthful and trustworthy. What do you think my chances are?
Oh, and by the way, the hotel that my sister and I stayed at in Windsor refused to give me a refund when we left a day early. We had made the trip from her home to Windsor to see family. She is on oxygen and can barely get around. I had to push her everywhere in a wheelchair. It about killed us both.
The casino hotel in Windsor said they could not give me a refund as it was “prepaid.” Hotel.com got me a refund and were quite wonderful. At least I got lucky once. How about you, have your gotten lucky on your trip?
Thankful I made it home safely, and as to you, I hope you have a wonderful day, you and I deserve it.
Hi, this is Kris, welcome to my blog. I don’t usually do back-to-back blog pieces, but I really wanted to talk to you about this topic as there are so many rallies going on right now
I have wanted to share my feelings about abortion for some time, and even though I may be a day late, that’s OK, sometimes a little voice is heard more than the voices of many. I hope this will be the case.
I would like to start with a poem I wrote which will be the only words I transcribe into this blog; the rest will be me talking because I have a lot of ground to cover. So, just look at my poem, sit back and hear what I have to say. Afterward I would certainly like to hear from you so send me an email through my blog page.
I think my poem says a lot. I’d like to suggest you read it several times. Every time I say the words out loud, I am surprised by their power. It’s very intense, and I think it says it all right there in just a few words.
I do not write poetry. This poem came to me after watching some folks on television picketing against abortions and their counterparts preaching a “women’s right to do with her body what she wants” which makes me sick. So here is my poem because sometimes we just need to say what is in our hearts.’
I have a poem
Some say My Body, My Choice. Then comes coupling, obscuring the voice. one heartbeat, then there are two. One must die, who will choose. Little voices screaming in my head. You can’t be here, you are dead. Bits and pieces on the floor. How can you stand all that gore? My Body, My Choice. Can’t you hear its tiny voice?
(I have attached the whole document in case you wanted the whole transcript)
I am going out on a limb here, but I have been up all night with these thoughts rambling around in my head. Finally, I couldn’t take it and decided to put my thoughts on paper.
When does the “me of me,” become me? At what point in the development of this ball of cells does the “me” enter into the equation?
No, I am not kidding! When do I enter the picture? When does the “me of me” become me, and where am I until that moment?
Do I enter this creation of cells at the moment of impact when sperm meets egg? Or the first doubling of the cells? Or do I enter after the hundredth? Or is it at the millionth?
When does the “me of me”, the feeling, sensing, thinking part of me come into this great ball of replicating, developing cells?
Where am I until I become the “me of me?” Do I exist at all? At what part of this developing creation do I enter? At what stage?
Science can not answer this question. No one can. The greatest minds have never been able to answer the question of when the “me of me” becomes me, during this life giving process in the development of a human being.
This form that is sitting here typing out these questions was specifically created for me. The I of me was placed inside of this huge mass of cells. It is me but, where is that part of me that feels, thinks, remembers, cries, loves, and creates? What is my location inside of this mass of cells? Am I in every cell? Am I inside my brain? Am Iinside my knee? Or am I inside my heart? Where am I in this mix of cells? No one can answer these questions!
there’s both my girls
Do you know that some research has said that the human body is 1/2 to 1 pound lighter right after the moment of death! Is that me leaving this pile of cells? Or is the poo leaving my colon?
Science argues over the description of life and when it matters. It argues over when it is okay to destroy that ball of cells. It argues over when it is viable. But, it never mentions when it becomes “me” as the cells are churning and creating a human being. It never mentions when the “me of me” becomes part of these cells.
So, when you take those deadly sharp instruments and hack away at the cells inside, do you know that you are destroying the “me” of those cells as well! The “me” of those cells that was specifically created for the “me of me.”
How many abortions occur a year? What is the current statistic? A million, tens of millions, how many?
I worked college health for over twenty years and I can say for certainty from my own experience that over 90% of the young women who came into our office for information on abortion felt ” it just wasn’t the right time.”
These young women were not victims of rape. They were not giving birth to deformed monsters they didn’t want. They didn’t have a clue, ” it just wasn’t the right time.!”
The moment a sperm meets an egg and implants is that moment of creation. What becomes of that creation is up to nature, and the woman carrying that creation.
Abortion should not be used as a form of birth control. There are plenty of other options to use, abortion should not be a choice.
It seems that sex is in the news all the time in some form or other to sell everything from magazines to underwear. Every time I open yahoo someone is posing nude to ” show off their beach body”, so why are we so uncomfortable with our bodies, and what occurs at the time of intercourse, that we don’t take responsibility for that moment when creation occurs, and say to our partner, ” hey wait a minute.” It could save a life.
I would never have wanted to miss this moment.
I know many of the responses to this question, ” we didn’t plan it”, it was a one night stand”, “I don’t even know him or her that well,” ” I am not ready for a baby,” and on and on goes the merry go round.
Sadly what abortion has allowed to occur is that no one is responsible. You can just rake it out, dead or alive. No worries, ” it’s your body.”
I think as a society we have failed our young. We must educate them that intercourse can and will result in the creation, let me say this again, in the creation of another human being if we are not careful. That is what nature intended. Intercourse is the method, most times, by which another human being is created. It is how human beings continue on this earth, usually.
Do we tell our children that intercourse can and will result in the creation of another human being? Do they teach that in school? Do they USE those words.
It is not just about what disease they may catch, it is about what can and will occur if they have unprotected intercourse.
I have heard all the arguments so spare me. I know the drill, but along with my questions about the “me of me,” and when that begins, I want to ask another philosophical question or two!
What is your purpose in life? Who were you meant to become once the “me of me” entered your pile of cells? How do you know what your role will be in the creation of the “me of me” should you create another human being, if you just rake it out?
My girls!!! Thank you Lord.
Who decided the time was right at that moment when you were created? Was it really an accident or planned? Is life just one great big random moment in time?
Millions and millions of abortions a year! Millions and millions of ” me” that will never exist. Think about it! Could you have been a ” me of me” that did not exist? Was it the right moment for your sperm and egg donor to have a ” me”? Ask yourself that question!
I believe that most of us were just moments in time. Not planned at all. We just became the ” me of me” once those cells started replicating. So where is the ” me of me” until it meets it’s great big pile of cells? Who will take responsibility for that creation of life? Think about that? And as I always say, have a great day, you and I deserve it.
