| | Happy Monday, folks. I just remembered it is Columbus Day.
Can I get a group *upchuck?* My Blackfoot forebears salute
you. You may keep your scalps.
Isn't he handsome? His name was Thunder Chief.
I think I'm in love.
I love the practice of giving thanks, but none of my ancestors were pilgrims, and I don't celebrate holocausts, so be cool, baby.
Don't gimme any of that "you're white, blah dee blah dee blah"
stuff. I just don't celebrate this day as a holiday. Bad
karma.
UNLESS we're talking about Thanksgiving in Canada, and that's a
different story. Pass the turkey breast and the gravy, please.
This will be short because I am building a baby and depleted of the energy to hold my head up.
This weekend I wrote some about God. I always lose subscribers
when I do that. I guess that's for the best, since that's an
important topic to me, and anyone who can't take it oughtta sign off, I
reckon...but I really do hope that I don't come across as judgemental
or "I know if all about God" or even preachy. Yeah, sometimes I
am preachy, but pretty much 97% of my writing here is directed at ME,
not at any anonymous "sinners" out there. I'm the worst of them
all, you know. Thinking that I have some kind of insight once in
a while, letting my pride show. Eh, anyway. I'm sorry if it
offends anyone. What I wish...is that if it DOES offend someone,
they tell me. It's okay if we disagree. I mean, you'll
still be wrong and I'll still be right  , but what kind of world
would this be if we all saw things the same way? We don't have to
sever friendships over differing GUESSes about things no mortal can
truly know.
Or maybe my photos of the park were offensive. 
This morning I wanted to write about growth spurts. Going from a
tall child to a short adult, as I did. Six inches in one summer,
even. Growing
only so much and then stopping. Stopping short, for real.
Etc. Emotional
growth. Not knowing you are hungry until you sit down at a
banquet table, and find yourself famished. Finding yourself
nourished and growing again, rapidly, surprised.
But I am too tired.
And I wrote a poem this weekend about baudy trees doing stripteases for leering applauding hillsides.
But I am too tired to dig it out of the stack on my desk and post it.
I love autumn.
Did I tell you I am planning a homebirth? Yeah.
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