lately I’ve been inspired to write stories about:
1. love
2. life
3. 2012 woohoo *ascension*now*
4. conspiracy theories – don’t let them scare you
5. maturity

but I am preoccupied with some things – things I’ll write about soon.
it’s 37* outside in Wisconsin – there are a few patches of dirty snow – all in all a splendidly warm winter for Wissy.
praise the Lord, praise the Lord. I am grateful

half way to summer right?
yay.

i am so in love with life.
all is well.

May God bless and keep you always,
May your wishes all come true.
May you always do for others and let others do for you.
May you build a ladder to the stars and climb on every rung, 
May you stay forever young.

Bob Dylan

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Even then they seemed outdated. I used them for school projects, but National Geographic magazines were often times a better resource. In that house, there was plenty of room to save and store these heavy, high quality mags.

But today I live minimally, and absorb information maximally. I want to know what Marilyn Monroe’s birthday was, what movies that Australian actor I like has made. Or I want to know about the most current studies done on DHEA. Or I want to read the rest of the poem with the quote, “Give me your tired, your poor…”.
I know where to go to find all this.

I love the world wide web. I love Wikipedia.
The best of the web is still engineered by the more noble motivations of integrity, excellence and sharing.

Thank you, Wikimedia. I donated and it felt Great!

If you are so moved – click the button in the sidebar that says, “Share”.

The best part is: I can already feel it – the new life of inspiration coming in like a transfusion. I’m excited!

Also I am thinking about what to put on my list of recordings for this site: things I will read. I need a couple of hundred dollars to set it up, buy a mic, etc, and then I will start (again) with something I don’t know how to do!
And I won’t be so good at it on the outset, but I will keep going.

I’m excited *_*

I am starting today! With my own stories.

…and anyone else’s that seem good to me.

I contacted my web developer to get help with the recordings so you can download them *for free*.
There is a donation button to help feed said web developer….and for my throat lozenges.

Wow This Is Exciting!!!

Now I am going to have to sit down and write some more!

It’s easy to be in love.

Today my curtains are billowing, the sound is the wind in the trees, God’s in His Heaven, All’s right with the world.
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One day she was traveling in the outer Galaxy of PurplePaper where all the day is purple and all the sounds of wind in the trees, dogs barking, babies sighing all sound like paper caressing paper.

Ariel needed help getting across to the Dimension of SpiceyOrange, where the air is full of orange discs and silver spangles, end you have only to see someone across the way to know everything about them.
A group of 7 Raptors with Reptilian Riders escorted her across the 777 light years to the Orwellian Wormhole.
She got off her Raptor there, his name was Rudyard, and said, “Thank you.”. She bowed deeply to show her honor and her gratitude.
Then without hesitating she jumped into the Orwellian Wormhole sliding down all the 7,000 mile slide.
She went down and down….it was like Alice in Wonderland falling down the rabbit hole, only more like a terrific water slide.
It was beautiful. She saw nothing but millions of sparkling lights in all colors softly blinking out, blinking in for how long she did not know.

When she popped out, she was in the 5th dimension, where everyone can read everyone else’s mind, so they all know what everyone else is thinking and THAT IS TOTALLY OK! It cuts way down on talking!

OK so – I needed to find a way to connect with the kids on the bus because, as a substitute driver, I got no respect.
And the kids were often times rowdy.

Sometimes during the afternoon run I would pull out of the high school where they all transferred before going home, then go around the corner and pull over.
The kids would all move to the front of the bus. So they could hear.

I would tell them the rules:
“I am going to read this story. Listen carefully because at the end I am going to bark out a question and THE FIRST KID WHO YELLS OUT THE ANSWER….gets the prize.
It was always candy.
Hey – gimme a break. I didn’t have the budget for vegan, raw deserts.

After the game, we had a pretty nice ride home. It sorta got us all on the same page, I think.
Anyway, it was fun.