|No matter what you might think of what this lassie said, the point is, she has been so roundly chastised; in Twitter the Disney move is fully supported from what I saw.|
|Quite a powerful Australian athlete. She is well known in warrior sports. Folks were insisting this is a man but they were wrong. |
|A little doom and gloom predictive programming and fear mongering.|
|Newborn sea otters. Cuteness factor over the moon.|
|The magnificent Norwegian cat.|
|Here they are burying deep into the ground discarded blades from wind turbines. Environmentalism at its best.|
|The magnificent Akhal-Keke, a Turkish steed prized for its metallic sheen.|
|That star. They don't even hide it any more.... |
A few weeks ago my brother sat on the side of his bed after a shower, lay back, closed his eyes, had a heart attack and slipped into a coma. Two weeks later, just last Monday, they pulled the plug and he was gone within a minute. I am still reeling but slowly coming to grips with our loss.
There really is nothing like losing a sibling, a younger brother whose life I so greatly influenced. Thanks to my grounding in reincarnation, I am at peace about it all, but the space Michael occupied in my physical life can never be filled. Every little memory rises to the surface; fortunately most of it good.
Michael was born on Christmas morning, 1955; ripped off every year for a birthday. Now, he will be remembered every season. He had a lot of physical pain in this life; it is fitting his passing was relatively painless. Souls almost quarrel over the "privilege" of living in a damaged body for the lessons such a life can afford them; I imagine Michael had learned what he came to learn and taught what he was meant to teach. That is when we usually up and go no matter our age ~ stillborn or ancient.
I am grateful that my last words to him a few days before his loss of consciousness were "I love you." ~ the way I end all conversations with family. My siblings and I are now adjusting to ... five is now four. I find myself talking to him and, strangely, his responses, sort of an ongoing rather esoteric conversation.
He admitted to me that in this life "I was as spiritual as a bucket of rocks." Things have changed a tad and he is just fine. Us, we pick up the pieces and deal.
Politics? Is there an impeachment of someone being held? I have not paid any attention to be honest. Not this week. Preparing your collection has been a great distraction.
So, folks, remember to always let your loved ones know how you feel. Daily. Drive them nuts with it. Never take their being around tomorrow for granted.
In memory of my brother Michael
A life well lived.
December 25, 1955 - February 8, 2021