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November 2009 
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PRICELESS B. B. ! is it possible to remaiin standing really close without taking that inevitably dis-illusioning step forward ?
B.B., maybe the poop is an illusion too. You know the drill, does it look like, does it smell like, does it feel like…?
Miracles can be found anywhere, even in a steaming pile.
How's that saying go;
When Life hands you a steaming pile…
What Make a cake? LOL
Too much fertilizer can ruin the crop and the field!
I been there too BB. It does not feel very good when it's happening. Hope your pink elephants decide to face you, wrap their trunks around you gently and say their sorry for not watching where their going (literally) :) Who ever is in charge of the elephants…please diaper them.
Any good recipes?
Look inside and you will see that you are one of those beautiful miracles.
Oh dear….first of all AWWWWWWWWW,group hug which is saying alot cuz I'm not a huggy sorta person or maybe I am and have been fighting it for years,all to say fresh cookies and some tea,I'm leaving for work in a few minutes,I think tea on a day like today is just perfect.
I don't think I explained myself very well,which can happen when you are me and spend alot of time in your own head or navel,this made me giggle true but funny.
I am pretty weirded out by the words spirituality and religion etc,and with good reason my life has had me colliding with them on and off since forever,oh dear small town and……..well insert cliche here.
When I was young I questioned these things alot,is there a god,was jesus real ,why do people hurt each other,can someone please tell me why the guy screaming on t.v. wants yout money for god stuff,why do people claim to have the answers,why do stars feel alive,what does star dust taste like?am I recycled material of many souls,all these atoms whizzing slower faster,why does the Dali Lama get me hot and bothered….well maybe not,but just setting the tone for a little irreverence and how the pink elephant is often the forces that be i.e.majority,and church and state and the deepak choppy guy and cohorts,and stuff they say ,not really doody but uncomfortable at times in the neediness it has,needing you and me to perpetuate something I am just not that enlightened to put my finger on.how it doesn't do it for me there just feels like there is something else and it just happens when not forced and no one has the answers and well times up I'm off to work
Thank you ever so much for your comments,see it's like a little miracle each time I witness compassion.
The miracle is that after a long, grueling day at work, I can come home and laugh about the “deepak choppy guy”. I thought he was a rap singer till my daughter set me straight.
He's doing good things in our world.
cutting edge, baby.
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Dearest sweetest Bridget:
Please, please, please write a book. Just take al of your Gaia responses to Q&A's, added to what I'm sure you have laying around in your life of other writings, and put titles on each one, put them in a book and publish them. I can't think of one time I've read you that hasn't brough a flash of awe to my heart. You are the stuff that imagination is made of that could inspire a wider audience - perhaps Oprah? I can see you there, being “you”. You would knock her out of the park honey…….and there would be fan mail……and we would all be cheering you on….
A big fat hug, J
Holey moley Jackie my head is now the size of New Hampshire ( why I picked this state I haven't got a clue,if I was truly patriotic I would have done a province,or if I was really naughty I would have said Oprah,now that's plain mean,but you just know she's gonna lose it……again, and make a show and write a cookbook and keep a diary,and turn it into another series,still gotta hand it to her ….come to think of it no I don't Hi Oprah if your reading this…..not
Oh Jackie if I ever get around to finding some discipline and some more courage,not the dutch type either,I might just actually complete the great Canadian novel,now I'm being silly,just to say I am soon going for driving lessons and comments like this deserve a road trip
Sand, Gabby? you guys are sweet and funny the most delightful combinantion evah,I just know you would make me laugh more than any guru could,unless of course he was George Carlin ,or Patton Oswalt.
I was in Barnes & Noble yesterday with a dear friend. Between that and having just seen “The Men Who Stare At Goats”, my brain has been alive, alive, alive, with thoughts of creativity. Alive, I tell you…:)
There are so many bits and pieces of goobligosh that has been published, all of it sandwiched beautifully between glossy covers, all for the holiday season as a mass of witless folks sachet in and out of these stores looking for gifts, for inspiration - because the inspiration in our world today is grey and cold for many - and they spend what is now a small amount of leftover funds on books and book paraphenalia they “think” is wonderful for themselves or loved ones. But how much of it is truly fantastistic, unique, brilliant, gutsy and heart pivoting? Just a tiny bit. maybe, a small percentage and that takes long hours to find. So why isn't your “book” there? Your book would cause one to sit down (Starbuck's unnecessary) by a window where the world was passing by, and dig in to the words, the journey, the lusciousness of the content, each word like a ripe purple grape in the summer, and the rich irredescence of the blue in the wings of a hummingbird, teasing the mind into consciousness and wonder.
There are a few of us who could create worlds for others, not preachy worlds or boxed in projections, just plump, juicy, sensual journeys and my dear, sweet, soft-voiced friend, your words are ones I would sit in a window reading, as the world in all its confusion walked by, failing to see the miracles around them, because I would be immersed 1,000 percent in my own miracle that resided between the covers of something that came from the sparkling lights that are in your spirit, like fire crackers and grenades, all going off at the perfect second, illuminating the soul, letting me know that I had found a true angel of thought and wonder and maybe even, in that breathe of soft despair as I needed to remember possibility and hope, you were there with something such as………. I'm like a bystander who finds herself standing really close to the parade,and witnessing some of the most beautiful miracles , only to step forward into a pile of steaming shit, freshly deposited by the cutest elephant,usually pink, the one no one seems to notice…….because, really, uncontrived and real, you see life in the most amazing way and never, ever, have I believed your words to be anything other than gems from angels…as you know, I believe in angels……
I am so freaking happy you are alive in the same world and time that I am. Thank you. J
“by a window where the world was passing by, and dig in to the words, the journey, the lusciousness of the content, each word like a ripe purple grape in the summer, and the rich irredescence of the blue in the wings of a hummingbird, teasing the mind into consciousness and wonder.”
sigh…this is beautiful ,Jackie it made me cry,I read it last night and just cried and cried,the messy type ,the snot hanging off my nose cry, the hiccup slight nausea after kind,the one that let me sleep so soundly I feel like I can fly ,kinda sleep
I am overwhelmed by your comment,which I think is a kickass way to start Monday.
One big wet cheeky kiss and tackle hug for you
Thank you