Lunar Life

~Lunar Life~

Love Always~Just Because and Even So~When the Sun passed over the Moon~Die to be Reborn again like moments in a Cocoon~As this Matrix unfolds what is meant to be will~ Till we meet again~Shalom ♥

Spare the Rod...Spoil The Child?

I started burping and wiping poop at the age of 15. Years of hands-on experience with my beautiful nieces and nephews...as well as filling in as mommy dearest to two beautiful godchildren from a previous relationship; taught me a thing or two about kids.  Rule of thumb: All kids are not created equal! LOL. There are the reserved and amiable to the loud, boisterous and mischievous and some of every variation in-between.   

This morning, I read a friend's blog post "To Smack or Not to Smack".  He is a loving, single father Raising Amelie - a toddler girl.  The post is riddled with guilt as he contemplates his actions as a parent.  Honestly, I think he was a bit hard on himself but that is to be expected.  Having a life in your hands is an incredible responsibility and at times overwhelming.  As responsible parents/guardians and caregivers we often check-in with ourselves and  wonder if we're measuring up to these important roles; like he, many are struggle with the old adage, "Spare the rod, spoil the child"...  

American Rouge

Second street. I ate minute meat to save time and money but still hungry.  From my car window is the buzz of life. It's on every street corner.  Americana. It's the "bees knees!" Like honeycombs hanging cater-corner inside doorways. I reckon the bittersweet concept of estranged neighbors. Yet, we all weave around tree-line to city skyline...black and yellow, black and yellow. Streets full. Cabs buzzing, people hustling and bustling. Rainbows of bodies like them blue collars busting backs in the lower east side, white collar corpses, to little green men in eco-friendly matchboxes on the upper.  We tolerate each other for freedom's sake; like confederate flags waving off the beaten path but I wasn't in Kansas anymore.Somewhere between the countryside, wall street and Russia were two lively Lithuanian women drunk off Sauvignon and the arts. I stood in the present as they offered wine and cheese.  One dressed in exotic Saree sat Indian-style strumming on an old accordion. Soon lost in tantric tunes we sang out into the night air from the corner.  Nibbling on Wisconsin cheese, I sipped on festival wine as the waft of soul food tickled my nose. It took me to the Motherland. A block a way Mama Musa used the salt of the earth to cook up down home meals in the melting pot.  

What tha Deuce?!

UPDATE:  

According to a CBS 6 News update, the mysterious unidentified flying objects in Richmond, VA have been identified as wedding wish lanterns!  Talk about wishful thinking.  False alarm everyone... false alarm! LOL

OK. This time the joke is us. Us as in me and everyone who suspected it to have been yet another alien visitation.  If you read by blog [by he way thanks!] you know that I study esoterica and believe in life outside of planet Earth.  Let me be clear that I realize not every UFO is alien but admittedly jumped to that conclusion here; lumping it into similar events that occurred just prior in New York and El Paso. Even so, I should have been more discerning.  So, that's the lesson in that. Moving right along...  I agree that most likely this particular incident was caused by those goofy wish lanterns. However, they didn't have to make a mockery of the situation as if it's unfathomable. However, the reporter clearly stated the concept is, "..ridiculous [in his opinion]."  I'm probably in danger of being labeled another illogical, conspiracy theorist for even studying esoteric knowledge and believing in life outside of our planet but I'm having too much fun!  

Sivion - Do Not Disturb

Butterfly Sessions beats by Dert

Love, love, love... listening to da real... Hip Hop ... eyes closed gum pop & bop into a daydream by a busy Chicago coffee shop groovin' on a lazy Saturday; like uhhh... natural high on them sudden butterfliez in ya tummy. He so bum yummy but I'm incog~negro so he goes, "Why, she keeps on passing me by..." but I'm in my Slum Village & Common daze. 


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