I hope this works. This computer stuff is kicking my ___. I had to create an entirely new blog, so I'll be adding some links within the next few days...be patient with me Monitor Dearest.

I've spent the first ninety minutes of my morning immersed in "deeper" blog territory, the realm of links and such. I follow the instructions precisely, trying my best to become a hard-core "blogger", but at present the secret handshake still eludes me. I've been trying to add Navylady's link to my page, but so far it hasn't shown up. Strangely, if I go to the URL area and type in my blog address directly the link shows up, however, if I go to blogger and log in, it doesn't. Any thoughts, comments or condemnations???

My new motto: "Jump, and the net appears". The universe provides when asked, but it also limits when asked. I think we can all look back at many of our own experiences and see the truth of this. I know I'm at my very best when I stop resisting and let the current of life carry me where it may, keeping my eyes, mind, and heart open along the way. Syncronicity is everywhere, kinda like that car commercial where the car is racing along through rugged terrain, a previously unconstructed road manifesting just before the car's wheels. Following one's intuitions is probably the most empowering thing an individual can do, but for most of us, it's also one of the most difficult endeavors. That said...try it, you'll like it!

A short story: There was a lake, somewhere high in the mountains, a deep crystal-blue lake that gripped the imagination of all who stumbled upon it. A school of fish called this lake their home, knowing nothing else but the bliss of clear, cold waters, and spent their days darting to and fro in perfect unison as each individual moved in synchronized fashion, the masses moving as a single organism, sunlight flashing silver from their sides. Harmony prevailed.

Suddenly, a clamor arose from near the center of the school, something hugely amiss making its presence known. A single fish, one just like all the others, was thrashing wildly about, slamming violently into its neighbors and causing the bliss and harmony of the near-past to evaporate like morning fog greeting a new day's sun. The other fish were shocked to the point of paralysis, their collective jaws dropping as one at the audacity of this individual. "How dare he" thought one, "What the...." thought another, "This S.O.B. has to pay".

Each fish, with their emotions calling them to action, began to close in on the fish causing the problem, their mentality one of retribution and justice. In their world, no individual had the right to mess with the overall well being and sanctity of the other fishes existence. And so, armed with righteous indignation, the fish commenced pushing and pulling at the offender to get him back in line, nipping at his fins, bruising and bloodying his small body. The highest order of all things was harmony, and that simply must be maintained at all costs.

The small fish at the center of all this looked wildly out at his brethren as his own life flashed before him, wondering why in his hour of need they had turned on him. Sadly, what the other fish didn't realize as it is often invisilble underwater, was that he was hooked on a fisherman's line and fighting for his very life!

None of us knows what "line" someone else may be hooked on. Try replacing your judgments of others with compassion and see what starts showing up in your life. You might be pleasantly surprised...Adios, live large, always!