sshhh! The goddess shops at Goodwill. The goddess likes shopping at Goodwill, and Salvation Army and any other thrift store I can find. (That's why the goddess' house is buried to the eyeballs in neat sh*t!as her dh says!)
I like seeing what other people once thought was neat sh*t.We like cruising for SCA stuff. My dd likes to occasionally find the uniquely cool piece of clothing that fits her personal style better than the current Britney Spears/Paris Hilton slut look that's in all the stores.This jacket she wore to a semi-formal awards ceremony at school was one of her finds. (After we'd struck out in all the normal clothing stores looking for something special that wouldn't make her look inappropriate.) It had cool material and loop buttons that go halfway down the front. It looks really cute on her. Sorry my pictures don't do her justice. :(
My ds is usually bored by it all (there are no decent electronics or video games!
But me, the goddess, I LOVE to look at what books people have discarded and see what treasures I can find in their midst. And so I found this one.... The Word Museumby Jeffrey Kacirk. This is such a cool book!
Where else can you find out you're a crastine because you put stuff off from day to day? And that to baffound someone is to stun and perplex them? Maybe I should have been the baffounding goddess? Nah. People are puzzled enough by me as it is!
And to answer the $64K question....geloscopy is to do divination by means of laughter. So hopefully you've gotten a chuckle or two out of this.
I've been known to get myjawing-tackson board and to kiss the cap, but I've never had a key of the street. :)
blessings from a monsterful and puzzled goddess...
I now know how cats must feel when they have a hairball. I thought I knew, when I was pregnant, TWICE, and was throwing up my toenails for the full 10 MONTHS of the grueling ordeal, multiple times per day....but I was wrong.
I have now started losing so much hair to thyroid disease that I find it EVERYWHERE. And I swear to all the gods that I tie it back at all times...even in a BRAID. But the d*mn stuff leaps off my head and junps into whatever I'm doing! Take a bath, end up with long strands of hair wrapped through unmentionable places. Take a nap, end up with long strands of hair tickling your nose or forhead blowing in the wind from my CPAP. Make food, invariably SOMEONE ends up with a strand or two in whatever they are eating. It's a conspiracy, they can't all be mine...but I've got the longest hair in the house! aargh....
The final straw was my egg salad sandwich last night. I ate it; it tasted fine; I then noticed the feeling of a strand of hair on my tongue....as I pulled the 12 inch long piece out I choked and gagged just like my cats! I looked at it, to make sure it was mine....but I couldn't blame it on anyone else. It's gray.
I want to be like Mikee, especially if the food that people want me to put in my mouth is GREEN!
I know that there are more nutrients in green stuff, and since leaving my mom's house, I've discovered that all things that are cooked and green don't have to be mush...I sometimes will eat the green guck I force feed my family.
But why does green tea have to be so GREEN? And smell like canned spinach water, ugh! It's like the poor little tea leaves jumped into the cup and committed suicide because they were embarrassed by the smell. I've read multiple articles and even a book or two about the benefits of tea, especially green tea, and they have assured me that green tea is not called green because of the color....couldn't prove it by my cup.
And it tastes like fermented spinach water as well. The only brand that tastes halfway decent so far is Tazo tea. I've got a whole lot of the Stash stuff I'm trying to drink because I want to support local business, but jeez, if I wasn't trying for this getting healthy thing it would be straight into the garbage. Aagh! Maybe if I hold my nose while I swallow?
90 days and counting from kicking the aspartame habit and switching to teas or waters....still haven't had a pain free day, but I'm not any worse so that's a blessing.
Maybe I can feed it to the jolly green giant? Oh, here sprout.....
My DH and I have a bet. I think I'm going to win. I'm not sure I want to.
For the last few months I've been trying to organize our books, as a first step to organizing our videos, dvds, cds, tapes, and photos. Oh sh*t! I'm going to be buried alive before I'm done!
But anyway, the bet. I bet him that we had WELL over 2,000 books...he thinks we have about 2,000. I'm thinking more like 6,000. Even when you consider the 70-100 periodicals that are in our library, or the maybe 100 books I've added that I borrowed from libraries and input my reviews for into our library. (listed here) I think we have waaaay too many books. I know, all my bibliophile friends are cringing even as they read this. *grin* But I still have crates and boxes of unpacked books from our move over 2 YEARS ago! The local friends of the library and Goodwill will probably get a windfall once we decide what we can bear to part with. We bought more bookshelves...my whole living room wall has been taken over by them. They've been there long enough that the creeping crud of detritus that accumulates on all horizontal surfaces is starting to infect them. We are now over 600 books in my online listing, and I don't have the whole bookcase full, and I'm far from having entered even a small portion of our library....eeek! I knew books had taken over my house. 1300 sqft of piles and boxes of books. OMG! it's silverfish heaven right here in the Gorge!
Notice from the photo that the only shelf that has been loaded 'correctly' is my dh's gaming books, but this isn't even the half of them! The middle bookcase is the start of my illumination and calligraphy library. The books are so many different sizes that I'm confuseld (like confused but worse) over how to fit them in and keep them organized.
The bet...well the prize is a book of the winner's choice of course!
Blessings to all from a puzzled goddess buried in books.
I miss Joss Whedon...I miss Buffy, I miss Angel, I miss Firefly and now I'll probably miss Dr Horrible.
Just HAVE to share this with those who didn't see it. Based on the previews I was't going to watch it.
Since it was Joss Whedon we couldn't give it a miss and it snuck into our hearts. The things it makes you think about while being silly (a lot of Joss Whedon' s stuff does that to me. ) This is posted out at myspace on their videos...maybe it will disappear soon too.
This movie would have qualified as chick lit, before chick lit even got the title. We had a whiny, adolescent female character, cheating on her husband (of 2 ever lasting and oh, so horrendously boring months) with a controling, arrogant and sarcastic professor who seduced little teenagers like her on the side of his teaching. (At least she wasn't a student of his.)
This movie had very little to redeem it in my eyes. The acid induced psychedelic pseudo sex scenes kept making me wonder who had gotten loose with the photoshop solarizing, and the birds that had been added as an effect in the first part of the movie and interspersed throughout made me think of Hitchcock's classic, "The Birds."
I have to admit that the shot of the hose going into the gas tank and her repeated attempts to use her motorcycle as a huge vibrator were very humorous. I probably will let the DH buy the uncut European version titled, "Naked Under Leather," which hasn't been cut to crap, but was originally rated X. But gee, the Girl on a Motorcycle version we saw was considered a really hard R in 1968. It probably wouldn't have rated much beyond a PG-13 now, especially if the shot of her leaving the bed full frontal nude was left out. (I have a hard time watching a 40 year old movie of a nude...I somehow can't help picturing in my mind what she might look like now....uck! TMI!)
I'm not sure why motorcycle riders like this movie. Most of the "rides" were done with the actress standing over the motorcycle in front of a movie screen of the scenery and the director's credibility was really stretched every time she smiled really big and didn't have to pick bugs out of her teeth, or closed her eyes as she was masturbating herself on her motorcycle, or the scenery rolled around behind her again and showed her passing the same cars.
The actual riding shots that were pretty obviously done by a stuntman were kinda cool, and it was a neat bike....maybe the other version will be better? But I doubt it. It was good for a few laughs and was REALLY hard to take seriously as an R or X movie...but I will admit, for 1968 it was cutting edge. I think, for sheer riding enjoyment, I'd rather watch this...
Of course, my dh won't let me get away with telling him I ALREADY bought him a Harley :)
ttfn and open roads to you all from a puzzled goddess
My daughter hates cooking. How can one of my descendants HATE cooking? Cooking is good for the soul. It allows you to express your love and caring to others in a tangible way through your efforts.
Of course, if the last 3 or 4 times I'd cooked for my loving friends they had told me that I really shouldn't try to cook, I'd probably hate cooking too (or maybe turn the hate-on to my 'loving' friends!...hmph! that's the bitch goddess in me I suppose!)
This was supposed to be a post about cooking, but I'm wandering off the subject, as usual, I think what I really want to puzzle about is politenes, gratitude, and all that other social grease that so many people think is unnecessary. As a goddess, I find it very necessary. People in this world are hateful enough without adding to those feelings out of ignorance or sheer thoughtlessness.
A magic 'please' or 'thank you' and a smile can go a long way toward people feeling less nasty during their day.
When we moved to our current town a few years ago, I really thought the people here were some of the rudest I had ever met, no smiles, no helpful attitude, no refills, all gruff and 'here's your change' as they dump it in your hand when you buy something. I really couldn't understand it in a tourist town.
Then, the goddess was enlightened. My nephew, poor boy, has lived in this town his entire life. He has held jobs here. We were having dinner with him (at a really cool Chinese Buffet we found that has NO MSG! WOot! It hasn't got that great of reviews, but there is always something new there for me to try...peppered squid, sushi, octopus, dim sum) and I expressed how hard I found the rudeness of the clerks, etc in town to deal with and how it surprised me in a tourist town. His answer was that it was BECAUSE it was a tourist town and according to his experience...some tourists are really stupid...
Okay....? Had I heard the one about the tourist from back East who asked him when did they turn the Falls off for the night? (Multnomah Falls) ??? huh
Or then there was the one (sitting in a dining room almost under the bridge) who asked if the Bridge of the Gods went all the way across the river? (my dh told my nephew he should have said ....welll....only if you get a run at it.)
Then there was the tourist who asked what that island was over there across the lake (the 'island' being Washington State and the 'lake' being the Columbia River.)
So I guess maybe this goddess has to b*tch less about rude people and wonder why people who have seen me at least once a week for the past 3 years in a town of less than 2,000 might think I'm a tourist. :) huh... it's been a long time since I've been mistaken as dumb...maybe it's the grey in the hair and the missing teeth (until recently)....nah, nobody would think you were dumb just because you were old, right?
Hmmm....maybe this is teaching the goddess another lesson. "judge not..." or maybe just to, "consider the source..." or maybe just to not let them take your day. The day is yours to do with as you wish. Their rudeness or judgements should not allow it to be ruined because it is time you won't get back. I like that better.
Okay, I'm jumping on the bandwagon. A friend of mine did this in his blog and was puzzled by his result. Now I understand why.
I am soooo not Superman....the MAN of steel? Hah! Never!
Now, Wonderwoman I can buy...but look how far down the list she is! Sucky! CATWOMAN is higher! Catwoman?
Of course, if I think about it, (that thinking thing is kind of hard some days) most superheroes are of the male persuasion...that stinks. Of course, if superheroes were all female, they'd probably all be called "mom". :)
Your results: You are Superman
Superman
80%
Spider-Man
70%
Green Lantern
55%
Catwoman
55%
Robin
55%
Supergirl
50%
Batman
50%
Hulk
50%
Wonder Woman
45%
The Flash
45%
Iron Man
40%
You are mild-mannered, good, strong and you love to help others.
Okay, some days this goddess must admit she's slower than others....but I really think that little hot spot on the top of the screen that takes you to the next blog is kinda cool. And it takes you to a different one each time.
It's like sticking your fingers in a virtural stream and coming out with a cool, new, shiny rock every time. Sometimes the rock's kinda dirty, sometimes it's pure white and others it's totally incomprehensible.
Yeah, I pulled up a polo shirt sales blog, a boyscout troop in the Appalachians, a french zombie girl, an LA mansion that rents to the Hispanic population for parties and a Hispanic dance group that looked like they were having a lot of fun! *grin*
The main artwork on this one http://nocheestrellas.blogspot.com/ was really cool. I'm still trying to figure out if it's a photoshopped picture, or a drawing.
It did what art is supposed to do; it made me catch my breath and stop and think. The lighting, pose and use of the musical symbols to clothe the model made me think of catching the muse of dance (Terpsichore, aint the Internet wonderful?) in an introspective moment. All without being able to understand a word that was written on the page.
Of course, if I was a petty goddess I'd be jealous of all those blogs of the vacationing families and the beautiful places they see. (me green with envy? of course not) Instead I'll just soak up how beautiful the pictures are and be glad that people DO appreciate some of what they have....they wouldn't be bragging about it otherwise, right?
Back on throwing these rocks, I keep thinking it can wait until another day. But It's that parenting thing and trying to successfully get across a message to a teenage hero. I'm having trouble convincing him that not everyone else is like that or has that ambition, but that it doesn't make them bad people....just different. He really gets disappointed in people he cares about not having the same limitless depth of want, no need, to make the world a better place.
As a mom, I think I made a mistake using the, "whoever among you who is without sin. Let them cast the first stone." line.
Teenagers are young enough to still believe they are without sin (of course they are, and they are right all the time as well, and nobody has ever had it as bad as they do and people just don't understand...but back to the topic at hand....)
A few years back when I was telling the kids to get batman out of the toaster I never thought I would be having introspective conversations with my teenagers the like of which I haven't experienced since the all-nighters during college when we were avoiding studying.
How do you explain to a budding hero who has so many good intentions that the people he wants to spend his life saving are just people and that not everyone will want to do the same? Saving the world is such a noble goal, but if you are up on a pedestal while doing it, how many people are you missing in the dirt? Or, are you so far above them that crushing them is like stepping on an ant? How do you instill compassion in a young man who feels the world's pain so deeply that all he wants to do is alleviate it? and thinks that everyone else feels that deeply too.
I think the Christian analogies were probably the wrong way to go, but the Rede and the Rule sometimes don't give a mom the answers. If you don't mind being judged because you are that righteous in your own heart, how does the rule affect you?
a puzzled goddess like me still has trouble figuring this stuff out... and I'm putting this picture in just 'cuz I want to...my sister did the design based on a woodcut by Holbein I believe and I did the painting for an SCA charter...but being on a biblical bent brought it to mind. :) The 4 horsemen riding across the sky is always an image of coolness. Blessings all...pg
No, I think I'll skip the parenting talk...it still scares the crap out of me and I still am contemplating the reasons why lions eat their young (as a friend of my was sure to tell his children many times! lol)
The story behind the five minutes of whining. There is a woman, Jacqui Saburido, who appeared on Oprah a few years ago. She was given such a bum rap in life, but she had such a positive attitude and such a beautiful spirit that she made an impact on me. She said that she allows herself 5 minutes of crying and self pity a day, that's it, no more time to feel sorry for herself...Well I decided that today I would SHARE my five minutes of allowable whining (Lucky you!)
I have to sheepishly admit that my attitude on seeing the email subject line and that it was an article on migraines made me think, "oh no, now I've got someone else sending me ideas on how to get better and the 'newest' wonder drugs that I was on 2 or 3 years ago..." I was wrong (sorry JD, but you don't know how many people, my entire life, or at least since I started getting migraines at 12 or 13, will xerox stuff, send me links, tell me about what worked for their brother, sister, niece or wife's cousin's husband!) a good goddess can apologize because I realize that every one of these efforts is out of the kindness of people's hearts and they truly do want to see me well so thank you.
For those who don't know me well, I've been a goddess all my life, but only really been puzzled since I had kids....seriously, I'm disabled because of migraines...I know, I know what some of you are thinking who haven't been there or done that or who even get them occassionally...how can someone be DISABLED because of a HEADACHE? Take some asprin, wish yourself better, gut up and ignore the pain, or click your ruby slippers together a time or two and pretend you aren't in Kansas.
Sorry for the sarcasm, but realize 1.) I have gotten 'classic migraines' since I was an adolescent. 2.) I have been keeping up with migraine research for as long 3.) I don't just get the 'occasional' headache...that's what I got before I got pregnant and could hold down a career and be a good wife and mother, etc I get MIGRAINES (not headaches...I DO very much know the difference!) every FRICKEN goddess be damned day of my life and have for the past TWELVE YEARS....get that....12 years! I can count on my fingers the number of pain free days I've had during those years. I haven't had a pain free day in the last 3 years at all. I was overjoyed last month that I had a MORNING where my pain level didn't go above a 2 or 3 on a scale of 1-10.
On top of the migraine B.S. I have also had Fibromyalgia since I was 19...for years I could ignore the pain or 'work through it' but when 'working through it' involves raising blood pressure in your brain (bending over, exerting yourself in any way, etc) and increases the migraine pain past the bearable threshold, there is a tendency to JUST NOT DO IT....can we say PAIN.
So no, you can't get disabled from getting migraines....but yes, if you are one of the 2 people (I'm one of them) that I'm aware of in the nearest 150 miles who happens to have had their brain chemistry/function change to such an extent that they are getting these things EVERY day and has no let up no matter how many drugs they put you on or take you off or try again (I'll probably rant more about this later!) and if you happen to have another disabling condition that compounds your problems. Plus the ups and adds of high spinal pressure, high blood pressure, high cholesterol, thyroid disease, now obesity, and the lovely new addition of disappearing Vitamin D reserves...you too could maybe ride the system and be bedbound in fricken agony almost every day of your life! (You can't tell that I get a bit PO'd at the way people treat me, can you?) Anyway, this concludes my alloted 5 minutes of allowable whining per day.
I truly do want to thank the friend that sent the article to me. I did learn some new things from it. I hadn't known some of the ins and outs of how the brain chemistry worked. I had discovered that epilepsy and migraines were related in ways the doctors didn't quite understand (many drugs now used for migraines were developed to treat epilepsy.) Anyway, very cool and interesting article for me...sorry if it bores you to tears :) goddesses like to get new information.
I don't know whether to rant about religious freedoms and how sick I am of having other's beliefs shoved down my throat, or to confess how scaring being the mother goddess is to a teenage boy and girl....hmmm.
The rant is less petrifying!
Goddesses emerge! How often have you been in a blissful mood contemplating nature and had it ruined by some yay hoo creeping through talking up his version of god, the hearafter and damnation? Don't get me wrong; I don't have anything against, God, his hearafter or his damnation....I just see things from my own goddess slant and my views aren't nearly as ugly to my mind as theirs are (or as pedantic...nice word, pedantic...got to remember that! ;D )
I don't care what your religion is, if you are a 'good' person in this world trying to be peaceful and make the right decisions for yourself I admire you. If you are striving to protect the world and change it, I admire you....but when your "protection" takes the form of looking after my ever lovin' soul while you can spit and swear and be nasty to my face....I'll pray for you and that your sad soul will find some kind of enlightment and happiness from somewhere so you'll feel less like you have to rain on another's parade and to take charge of your neighbor's life, mind, and actions. My actions are my own and I stand prowd in defense of them.
I'm pretty darn patriotic for a goddess....I'm also pretty motherly to about every kid/adult I meet. The older I get, the less I want to judge people and the more I want to comfort them. Sgt Patrick Stewart's story just pissed me off... I was so glad that Celia actually wrote a song about this and some other things that have happened in our so 'enlightened' country.
This song might as well be an anthem for closet pagans. Coming out of the closet doesn't really affect me anymore, as a goddess, I'm above that.
But I worry about a town that has 6 churches for less than 2,000 people and how they will react to my children. My dd already gets enough crap for being intelligent, pretty, and resistant to taking off her Thor's Hammer....whew! I thought I was going to have to go to the school board over it during volleyball season. Even in MY day we were allowed to wear religious emblems during sports as long as we taped them down to our chests so they wouldn't bounce out and maybe hit an eye or catch a finger.
My ds is more laid back about confronting people on the issues of faith, but MUCH more judgemental about how they treat him. He sees no value in these Christian religions and what lessons they are teaching about behavior based on the kids and adults around him...I wish I could disagree with him. He's also managed to make the rabid Jehovah's Witness in his class tone down his rhetoric when they are together. My miltant son, R, has made him see that his beliefs DON'T give him the right to offend others about their beliefs. (Man, maybe my son should talk to Al Queda....oh hell no, they'd bomb us for sure and I'd be out a son!)
I want my children to understand Christianity because it is so pervasive in our society that they will need some of those references to function well. BUT, I also want my children to have the Pagan's higher calling...do what you will and it harm none...and to take the Rule of 3 to heart. Filling a heart with love and loving others and our planet is not just rhetoric to me....I really do try every day of my life. Sometimes I'm a b*tch goddess, or an angry crone goddess and don't quite have the compassion I'm trying for...but I hope to the gods that I judge less than the fanatics around me.
You know you've done something right as a mother goddess when your dd comes home from a summer bible study at a local church (her first ever last year!) and says, "It was okay mom, the people were fine....but I just didn't understand or agree with the way they kept saying to leave everything to God and he would take care of them, and that it was all God's decision...Mom, what happened to people taking responsibility for themselves? Don't Christian's have to do that too?"
Out of the mouths of pre-teens...I felt a proud moment, knowing that she had learned to think for herself and that faith without will and responsibility leaves a bunch of immature people running around waiting on someone else to pick up the pieces while they follow blind doctrine. (Yes, that's a little harsh, but I do read the Bible, and the Quaran, the I Ching, Wiccan books and just about any holy book I can get my hands on. Am still looking for a reasonable copy of the Book of Mormon to study and the Apocrypha.)
Who's going to pick up that piece of trash on the side of the road? (human being, hurt animal, or crying child) .....hmmm.....maybe those of us who see it and worry more about taking responsibility for the cleanliness of our enviroment than those who ignore it thinking that God will provide?
At least that's what this puzzled goddess thinks for now....next time why don't I talk about parenting....then I can talk politics after that and I can piss EVERYBODY off!
A friend of mine who has a talent for looking at the world in a slightly different way commented on the dead people garden in our town..."but when you water them, they don't grow." He said in a very confused voice to my son.
No, dead people gardens don't grow, but people do walk them and feel serene and at peace in them or they even used to picnic in them so that the whole family could be together. Whatever side of the veil they happened to be on :) The only cemetery walk my family has done so far was discussed here: http://prowett.tripod.com/id57.html
My files of dead ancestors are a collection of "dead people." Most of them forgotten, and barely missed if that...But I always wondered about that picture of my mom dressed up like a gangster's moll in college on her way to a dance, the one of my dad at Bartow Air Force Base in front of the plane, the woman with my grandmother who nobody can really identify, and my two dead uncles who never made it out of infancy. Each one of their stories is a flower that I hope to make bloom for my family so that they have a solid sense of their foundation and where they come from.
I had a heart attack scare a few years ago...now most people who know me would say that I'm too young for that...well when goddesses are put on meds that make the heart go faster and on other meds that make the arteries get larger, others that make them smaller and still others that overwork the kidneys....the poor body gets confused...the final consensus was that it was probably esophogeal (sp?) spasming or a minor case of angina...huh...weird that the treatment was the same for either, Nitroglycerin that skyrocketted my pain scale so high for my migraine that I wanted to go right back into the ER and have them surgically remove my head!
But that's beside the point, the point kinda was that the experience of not being sure I would live to see my children graduate middle school, let alone high school or college, made me reassess my priorities, and what I might want to leave my children.
Thus, my rededication to trying to give my family their roots and the stories of their ancestors.
That was one of the few projects that I had in the works that I REALLY regretted not having in a more completed form...so the books went on hold, the art projects, the crafts, the time wasters and things that didn't directly allow me to interact with my family, or to give them the information that I so sorely missed when both my parents died so young.
I've stopped adding the story to those pages, since space is limited on them. I keep them around because they give people a way to contact me if we might be related. (Doesn't everyone want to be related to a goddess?) In reality, a lot more is happening with the research for those families on private family only sites, so if you're related and interested in the main family lines (Fuecker or Prowett) contact me and we'll see about getting you an invite to the sites.
I've been so pain riddled the last few years that I've done very little new research, I'm still trying to catch up to the information so many wonderful people have sent me...I'll get there eventually, slow and steady. Adding color and scent to this garden of dead people that I seem to be cultivating. I think it's important that my kids will be able to look through the window of my words and reap a bountiful harvest. Nobody famous, or particularly colorful, just tough, brave, pig headed people who refused to give up.
While I'm looking and learning, I'll keep walking, enjoying the beauty of my surroundings and trying to understand these things called teenagers that have suddenly appeared in my life...
Spending much time lately contemplating my Facebook and Myspace and yahoo groups and yahoo sites (geocities) and the genealogy sites I have up for my family (2 built by me...4 or 5 built by others) and all the sites that pop up when I do a search on my name where I have expressed an opinion on an email list and it's been spidered. I'm now of the opinion that we've entered into the time of navel contemplation....all of us spend so much time looking at the back of our heads, or telling people what the back of our heads look like and how fun/grotesque/weird/humorous they are that we don't need to do much more in a day then contemplate our computer screen to have a pseudo zen psychiatry experience from our own computer chair.
This puzzled goddess will of course add to the confusion. I'll move the genealogy blogs I write over to this blog and let others who have no interest in that part of my life, pick and choose among the flotsam I choose to let them see.
I've discovered, now that my kids are teenagers, that I'm doing this parenting thing all wrong. Gee I must be really lucky that my kids aren't on drugs or in a gang doing a drive by right now. More on this parenting stuff later.
I really want to get to the importance of bellybutton lint. In my small world, I guess I figure if I'm surprised by belly button lint during a shower or bath that I just haven't been contemplating that navel nearly enough. I need to buckle down to some introspection and maybe my belly button will always be clean? nah... A friend of mine is overseas as a contractor in those war torn countries and talked about being surprised by the beauty of some of his surroundings.
I live in one of the most scenic areas in many countries and I forget this joy of being surprised by the beauty around me, until I am reminded of all the ugliness that is around us. This is one of the views I see on a daily basis.
And my son, Rune, captured this beautiful sight that I put through an ultra-violet filter and cropped. Blessings from a Puzzled Goddess
The thrust of my life seems to be involved in these two words:
Main Entry:
1puz·zle
Pronunciation:
\ˈpə-zəl\
Function:
verb
Inflected Form(s):
puz·zled; puz·zling\ˈpə-zə-liŋ, ˈpəz-liŋ\
Etymology:
origin unknown
Date:
1582
transitive verb1: to offer or represent to (as a person) a problem difficult to solve or a situation difficult to resolve:challenge mentally; also: to exert (as oneself) over such a problem or situationpuzzled their wits to find a solution>2archaic:complicate, entangle3: to solve with difficulty or ingenuity<puzzle out an answer to a riddle>intransitive verb1: to be uncertain as to action or choice2: to attempt a solution of a puzzle by guesswork or experiment <puzzle over the mystery>
— puz·zler\ˈpə-zə-lər, ˈpəz-lər\noun
Main Entry:
god·dess
Pronunciation:
\ˈgä-dəs alsoˈgȯ-\
Function:
noun
Date:
14th century
1: a female god2: a woman whose great charm or beauty arouses adoration
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