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We're moving Gail so your song is perfect for my current life - an endless sort, keep and throw exercise!

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Ahhh! Moving… sounds like an adventure.

I keep getting rid of stuff and yet there’s still so much! I’m in another purge phase. I like opening a drawer or cabinet and seeing space in between things.

Best wishes for boxing and toting. Downsizing? Do you still have a summer place at the lake?

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Not downsizing but moving closer to kids which is great. The summer cottage is a family place - it will never be sold but passed on to the next generation. We are gen 2 :)

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Ah! Can imagine how great it will be to be closer to kids and grandkids.

I have memories of your grandkids jumping off a swim platform at your cottage — you shared photos. What a great family bonding spot!

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I love your attempts! I think the scaredy cat looks great.

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Thanks Pennie! I like Catherine’s better, but am remembering that comparison is the thief of joy. 😂

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“Yesterday’s baby bird flowed through my hands with such ease!” That said it all, and beautifully. This morning when Izzie and I went on a walk, four Canada Goose families crossed our path. I have been consistent in telling her that the critters are our friends, be gentle, no chase, no bark. As I walk her off leash in our hood, I’m always glad I’ve given her that message. A family of six passed about 10 feet in front of us. Iz sat and watched!

Note: Right now she’s engaged in some great faux fighting with our cat, Buster.

I’m about to loop around now. “Bear” with me. First, I saw a Ted-talk listed on YouTube this morning about “Raising our body’s rate of vibrations increases our chances for serendipity.” I’m not a practitioner of either, but usually in the mood for “good vibrations!” More recently, above, I was chatting up my dog, Izzie.

Then I remembered you writing recently about Henny having a swim in a river nearby with an Indian name. I went to Google Maps/Waukesha, with hopes of zooming in enough to see the river’s name. Had I found it I intended to ask if the “Land of the bears” river’s name was at work in today’s sketches, especially the bear! Grrrr

In the midst of that search, with no intent, the address of the home in Greenville, S.C., where we picked Izzie up, popped up, street view and all! Yes, Google hangs on to past locations of our travels. The very odd part is just that the sequence of events all seems connected for me?! I may buy a lottery ticket later on. 🤔

Your listening to Kenny Rogers today and incorporating the Muses singing a few lines was greatly enjoyed. Duets of Dolly Parton singing with Kenny came fondly to mind. “Islands In The Stream.”

Your have my sworn oath that no magic mushrooms were ingested in writing this! At the same time, I feel alignment with the state of being that Kurt Vonnegut, Jr., called “Coming unstuck in time.” Can too much coffee raise our vibrations that much? Am I serendipitous? 🤷🏽. CURE!

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Good girl Izzie!

When serendipity/synchronicity happens I am always delighted and amazed. More please! Are higher vibrations a result of an attitude of gratitude? Love over fear? A mindset of abundance instead of scarcity?

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I like your hypothesis (not a warm/fuzzy name) about where we get our high test vibrations. Over the years I’ve met folks who balance chakras, help other know and accept the “luminous egg” symbology of their energy fields, and conduct Reiki-like healing. Because I don’t know about such practices is hardly a basis to cast aspersions on those who profess to operate in that realm.

Here’s another part of this morning’s goose meet up. I’ve shared my use of Dave’s Killer Bread to feed just the one pair that returns to the pond every year and makes a nest at the base of the same chestnut oak tree. Only that one pair. Yet I feel like the other goose parents have acquired a sense of me as not being a threat. Their observations of my feeding the one pair? Goose conversations over a cup of pond water? Vibes?? I could scratch my head further or gladly accept that this too is a wonderful part of my life I don’t have to “ figure out.” Saves hair! CURE!

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We don’t have to understand “how” to enjoy what “is”?

Pope Francis: Instead of a problem to be solved, life is a mystery to be contemplated with gladness and praise.

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I see no downside to any you named! Some time ago, The Beach Boys (I think) sang: “I’m pickin’ up good vibrations. They’re giving me excitation.” 😁

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Beach Boys love them, and Neil Diamond, h

Harry Belafonte, Caliga the Wooden Indian (can't remember who sang that one). So many songs from the 50's, 60's and 70's. Those are my favorites.

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The Association? “Cherish is the word” The Fifth Dimension? Rod McKuen? “The Earth, The Sea, and The Sky” with the Anita Kerr singers? Smokey Robinson and the Miracles? The Four Tops?

I often refer to that era as “When singers could sing, and I could understand what they were singing!”

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How about John Denver's Sunshine On My Shoulder's or Rocky Mountain High. We get a lot of that pollen on everything down here too. I leave it alone because we have stinging caterpillars all over. Yesterday I found one of our cats staring at something on the floor in the den. When I investigated I found one of thse big fat caterpillars slowly crawling across the floor. I got a big piece of paper and put down in front of it. Once it crawled on I quickly took it outside where it belonged. Those things are terrible. When we first moved here I would wear sandals. I was outside talking with the neighbor one day and felt something tickling my ankle. I used my other foot to itch my ankle and immediately was in agony. She told me I had scrubbed one of those caterpillars into my ankle. I ran inside to wash it off but it was too late. My ankle swelled so bad I couldn't walk properly. I had trouble getting shoes on. I was miserable. A couple nights later at work one of the pharmacy ladies asked what was wrong. When I told her she said the caterpillar hairs were still in my ankle. She told me to pat tape all over it after I got home. I didn't wait I hurried back to my department and got the tape we used to hang tags on the shelves and sat right down on the floor and took my shoe and sock off. I patted that tape all over my ankle. Immediately the pain was gone by the next day the swelling was way down. I could walk. I have never wore sandals again. I don't touch things outside in the Spring or early summer either. We have too many things that bite and sting down here. I see people outside all the time in sandals and kids outside barefoot. My husband brushed one of those caterpillars with his hand one day and immediately was in agony. I ran and got the tape and fixed him up. We keep lots of scotch tape here in our house. The moth those caterpillars turn into are beautiful but toxic to other wikdlife. Mother Nature has a big red splotches on them to warn preditors.

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John Denver fans, you and I!

Sorry to hear about the stinging caterpillars! We have some around here that are fuzzy, white, and adorable. O wrote about them once because after I’d moved it around with my hands for photography purposes, I read that they leave stinging bits in human skin. Ack!

I was okay, but now I look and do not touch.

I love to be barefoot in summer. I just watch my step and take my chances. Good to learn about the tape remedy! Thank you!

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Wow! Your caterpillar experiences sounded horrible. The moth adult with red splotches? Do they have a natural predator? And you too like John Denver? “You fill up my senses” is one of my favorites. As a pre-school child, I remember my mom hanging laundry on the outside clotheslines. She had placed a blanket in a patch of clover so she could keep an eye on me. Then I saw a honey bee! Nothing would do but to pick it up and you can guess the rest. Stinger removed she put me back on the mat. In no time I found another and the cycle repeated. Mom asked why I couldn’t leave the bees alone. I replied that I was only trying to play with them! I likely heard the expression I would hear more than once in my childhood: “We grow too soon old, And too late smart.” That must have helped. I don’t pick up bees now. 😆

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The red on the moths tell predators to stay away. It is the buck moth. The tussock csterpillar is slso found down here and it has a fuzzy body too. Don't touch it because it stings too. The hairs have toxins. Also puss moths, flannel moths. Most of the hairy caterpillars have poisonous hairs that stick in skin and really cause problems. I never liked going barefoot outside because we had pricker plants in the grass. They grew like the dandelions, all amongst the grass. The clover attracted bees. My sister is allergic to bees.

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Tussock— that’s the white, fuzzy kind we have here.

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Sign: “I’VE QUIT DRINKING FOR GOOD — now I drink for evil” 😁

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That cracks me up!

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This is what I hope for! 🤪

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Yes! Yes! Yes!

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