A Matter of Semantics

Men's Prison. Women's Reformatory. Is the assumption that women can be reformed and men must simply be restrained?

Thought of that this morning when one of the Manson family killers was interviewed from the California Women's Reformatory where she's been held for 40+ years. She's begging to be released. Has she been reformed? What has she leared in 40 years?

I know what I've learned in 40 years. It's been quite a bit.

Making Sense of the Symbols

I find myself driving down the road making mathematical equations out of license plates. Do any of you, or am I alone in this? It's this need to create order out of disorder. Sort of like the nonsense text verification that appears when leaving a friendly message on someone's blog; jsqsspd, or klbxmz. I will look at those letters just scratching my brain trying to come up with a sentence or word. Rarely does anything emerge, but I try. This explains why I quit doing word scrambles at showers a long time ago. Most people would just be getting rolling and I'd be done. Kind of embarrasing. What does it all mean?

Txtng -- evl

Txtng by phn shld nt b uzd 4 mssgs mor invlvd thn: "hm sn?" or "brrto plz"

Aftr tht thngs jst gt mddy.

Big Thoughts

Marrianne Williamson gifted the world with these words in her book, "A Return to Love."

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, “Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?” Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

The Words We Choose

Easton, my grandson, turned 1 a month ago. He's walking like Frankenstein, absolutely adorable!

He has a limited vocabulary at this point. Limited in the sense that there are only two words that we clearly understand. He says lots of other things, but none make much sense. The two words: Woof! referring to all dogs, no-no.

Could we get by with less words in our world? He gets along just fine with those choice morsels of communication. What could it hurt? What would be your words of choice if you could only choose a few?

Pecksniffianism

Pecksniffian. It's a word. I found it in the shiny, red Websters on my desk. Now I want to use it in a sentence but can't, for the life of me, figure out how!

Let's see what you all can do. Don't look it up. Just use it. Run free!