Bubble of Silence...

My little world is a bubble...it reminds me that we all, to one extent or another, live in our own bubble; a prison of our own making....We block the things we don't wish to face, conflicts we choose to ignore, truths we deny. All of us live in our aloneness, our little bubbles that deny access to those whose worlds collide with our own picture of what a world should be, what it consists of to make us comfortable in our existence - our little bubble of life...

Simon & Garfunkle 

"The Sound Of Silence"

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath the halo of a streetlamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
No one dare
Disturb the sound of silence

“Fools” said I, “You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you”
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said “The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence” 

Globug

Bright, Sunshiny Day....

Today has been everything the last week hasn't. Sun shining brightly in a clear blue sky, birds winging across the sky calling loudly to each other. My sweet furfaces lying in the sun and slowly baking some warmth into their bones. Perfect day, just perfect.

My Lupus had flared and sleeping was becoming harder and harder. My doctor has increased the milligram of the pain patches, which has helped. I slept a whole 6 hours last night, up from 2 to 3. Which means my attitude is ever so much better today!  My Jackie boy has noticed - mom played with him today - he has been terribly neglected for the last week or so. My poor boy! LOL

Goldfish have been medicated and the one that seemed sick is back to life. Good thing, I was getting tired of chasing him around to move him into another tank. LOL Guess that since I have another tank set up, I may have to buy another Betta... My son just bought one that has a blue body and white fins. Beautiful! Unlike me, he hasn't named him...but I'll take care of that oversight. LOL 

And my Jackie boy has toys all over the house. It looks like a psycho 3 year old is loose. It is an agility course trying to keep from tripping ever time I have to get up to do anything. Plus, I have a box of more toys in the corner of my room for my little maniac. Now if I could just teach him to put his toys away. HA...like that is going to happen.



Time to get back to paranoid TV and see who is being murdered...

Globug

My Darlings...

Rain and drizzle all day, long, large thundering in the overcast sky. The only bright spot is my little Jack whose sweet face and soft eyes always undo me, melt my heart and cause me to smile. My little growler whose barks rattle my nerves, but how can you resist that face I wonder as I scold him yet again. How I adore my little man - and how I spoil him! LOL

My son's dog, darling Sookie, is no less spoiled. She is getting old and arthritis has caused her to slow and hop to get her back leg moving. Her joint supplements help, but I know that she will eventually be unable to continue to get around - and I dread the day. Since loosing my Bella, she has become even more dear to me.

My gold fish, part of a group of feeder fish I rescued from being eaten by a turtle we were sitting, have grown large, but unfortunately, one seems to be ill. I am hoping to move him to a tank by himself, but catching the little bugger has been impossible. I've added medication for sick fish, but I really want him separated from Curly and Moe... Yep, Curly, Larry & Moe. LOL

My Betta is named Felix... and he's a cutie, patootie. LOL

So, another day passes...

Globug

A New Year

Here we are, starting this new year. Each of us hoping that this year is going to be better than the last. Yet, as we reflect on the past year, haven't the trials and disappointments taught us valuable lessons and grown us as human beings? Would we really be the same without them?

And the tests we failed...ah, another year to learn what God is trying to teach us. I myself have great hope that I can learn to control my temper - which has always been a trial. Being a solitary creature, I find that learning to live with others has always been difficult for me. Us old birds are strange indeed and slow to acclimate to others. Especially when we've spent years on our own.

No resolutions for me - we never keep them anyway. Just prayers to the God who is always in control to change me into a better person.

Happy New Year to all!

Globug

Early Morning...

It's before 7am and as usual I've been up for about 30 minutes. Nature calls and the furfaces must answer! Sookie wants breakfast more than bathroom, also usual. She's VERY food motivated! So, while a sweet, sweet dog, she will protect the "Great Giver of Food"...me! LOL No stranger will enter the premises until she has been kenneled and she still lets her displeasure be known by her growls and long "talks" about the unfairness of the situation. She is big enough to impress even the bravest of souls and the bars of her jail look awfully flimsy to the stranger. She also doesn't mind shaking the door of her kennel for greater effect...just to let people know that should she so desire, she can escape.

 

Jackie boy on the other hand will emit deafening barks and growls - from under the bed preferably. I have little doubt that if Sookie attacks, he'd be right behind her bringing up the rear - and would gladly run for help if necessary! His bark is definitely worse than his bite. By my, doesn't he sound impressive!

Well, coffee is done and the sky is growing light...sorta. Don't I hate daylight savings! But that's a whole nother story for some other time. 

Off to meet the day!

Globug

SEX..

The old adage is true; men give love to get sex and women give sex to get love.

In our society, sex has become our god and youth our idol. We live and breath sex. Sex with strangers has become the norm. We have cheapened what should be the greatest intimacy between two people into something cheap and tawdry. The idea of saving yourself for your future husband or wife is viewed as ludicrous now. We become acquainted after sex...then expect a relationship to last when we know little, if anything, about that person. Hearts are broken and our disappointment and cynicism grows with each failed relationship.

And I myself use to be the same way... before I became a Christian, I believed what my mother had brought me up to believe. My intelligence, my humor, my zest for life meant nothing. I was worth only what I looked like and what was between my legs. And with each failed relationship, I wondered what was wrong with me. What couldn't I connect on a deep level with anyone, not realizing I was dooming myself by making sex the only thing I was worth.

Our society has doomed women and men by making sex the only thing that matters. We are bombarded with images of passionate couples, forever young, making love endlessly. Then we wonder why our daughters are getting pregnant outside of marriage at alarming rates, committing suicide because they don't match the image portrayed on TV and in the movies, and settling for men who treat them like pieces of meat. Men leave their wives and children for younger models, chasing that dream of youth and sex; believing that this younger woman will bring back their own youth. Years of real intimacy with their wives thrown away and sacrificed to the god of sex. Children destroyed in the process.

Throughout history, where the family is destroyed, so is the nation. Where sex and anything goes morality is the norm, the nation soon follows and dies. There is no wonder our nation is not mentioned in Biblical prophecy because we have destroyed our future.

Globug

Out of Shape...

Globug