Death on Black Friday

I just read on msm.com that a WalMart employee was trampled to DEATH by crowds who broke down doors to shop the day after Thanksgiving. This disturbs me deeply. Isn't this a sign of the times that human life is lower of the value scale than a cheap Wii or some other sale item. The article stated that even after the man was down people kept streaming in to the store hoping to find a bargain. What have we come to??? The day after we sit and gorge ourselves on tons of food being "thankful", we run to stores to get more. After eating so much, we are starved and that hunger is insatiable. We just want and need more. and more of what? stuff. Stuff that could "die" and it wouldn't matter. Stuff that next year will be replaced by other stuff. I include everyone in this because as WalMart symbolizes the consumer culture as a whole, so this death symbolizes the collective soul of the masses and it makes me sick. I hate the holidays and when i tell people that, they usually look sad and say something like, that's so sad, but this is why: Christmas season begins with a man being trampled to death by WalMart shoppers. I feel so sad for humans. This is a death that should NOT have happened. I hope, I pray, I plead that this is a WAKE UP call to our souls. This has to change.

another day

So it's another day in Chico. it's not so hot. I've got to take my dog for a walk. She's waiting for me. Today I went into a local pet store to find out information about parakeets and when I walked in the door, a 7-month-old albino walabee was looking at me. Can you imagine? Maybe not. I'll say it this way: a small white kangaroo was looking at me. I couldn't believe it. The cutest animal I've seen in a while, including my precious Laney B. I was very happy that I happened to walk in the store at the time I did. It was very special for me. I wish I had a photo to share, but I don't. Maybe next time.
Ciao!

What to say

Last night I attended a beautiful wedding. Two people who searched for each other and finally found what they were looking for. doesn't happen much these days... to really find what you're looking for. it's a fierce road. i'm not much into weddings myself, but this one was an exception. it felt authentic. i know the two people are fierce about their own lives and so they are fierce with each other. seeking truth and growing. it was an honor to be there.

it was strange for me to be in a situation where i was around a lot of people i don't know. i felt out of place and strange... even goofy. but i didn't get anxious about it. i liked that. i just found a table and some food and camped out. later i was luck to connect with the sister of a brides maid. she was fun to talk to. We talked at one point of how we wished we could live less self consciously. i told her one of my goals is to feel okay going bra-less. just not caring if other people are freaked out by that or not... who know someone might like it. she said she wanted to be able to leave the crowd and go to the river and put her feet in. what freedom. i liked talking to her a lot.

i guess i'm done writing for right now. i feel like i have a lot of thought flowing through me, but when it comes to writing them down the flowing feeling changes to a dried up feeling. hopefully, with time i'll get better at this.

Monday Morning

It's Monday morning and I'm off of work for one more week. I've never blogged before, but thought it might be fun. There are so many changes going on in my life and the world sometimes it's hard to find someone to talk to about it. at least with a blog I can talk to myself with the idea someone else is listening. So this is my start.I titled my blog site The Wind because I feel like I'm being blown around in my life. Blown around by what I'm learning about myself and others around me. Blown around by unexpected changes that are hard for me to adjust to. But as the wind has destructive properties, the wind also has a comfort and freedom to it.I'm trying to know both sides. Who knows were i'm end up or who i'm becoming in this wind of life.