Carol H Tucker Passionate about knowledge management and organizational development, expert in loan servicing, virtual world denizen and community facilitator, and a DISNEY fan
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beladona Memorial Be warned:in this very rich environment where you can immerse yourself so completely, your emotions will become engaged -- and not everyone is cognizant of that. Among the many excellent features of SL, there is no auto-return on hearts, so be wary of where your's wanders...
Today is the 6th day of the 25th week, the 25th day of the 6th month, the 179th day of 2019 [with only 179 shopping days until Christmas], and:
Bourdain Day
Color TV Day – in 1951, at 4:35 PM EDT, CBS broadcast Premiere in color
Day of the Seafarer
Drive Your Corvette to Work DAy
Global Beatles Day
Global Smurfs Day
International Rose’ DAy
Leon Day
Mitch Lane Day
National Catfish Day
National Food Truck Day
National Police Community Cooperative Day
National Strawberry Parfait Day
School Prayer Banned Anniversary – SCOTUS Engel v Vitale decided in 1962
Take Your Dog to Work Day
World Vitiligo Day
Quote of the day: "We are quicksilver, a fleeting shadow, a distant sound…our home has no boundaries beyond which we cannot pass. We live in music, in a flash of color…we live on the wind and in the sparkle of a star!" ~ Endora (Agnes Moorehead)
Do you believe in ghosts? Spirits? I’m ambivalent. If you believe in souls, and an afterlife, then why can’t someone try to reach out beyond the veil to the living?
This morning I was laying warm and comfortable in my bed, drowsily aware of the growing light in the room, thinking that I would just doze back off until the alarm went off, when suddenly an image washed over me that brought my brain to full awakening. It was of a helpless and hopeless being, tired and despairing, like a dog that had been chained and forgotten, and they had just died. I got up and turned off the alarm, feeling as though the inside of my head had been doused with cold air, and then I began to cry. Who had died? Why had I felt them go? Was it someone nearby who just happened to brush me in passing as they fled this mortal coil? Was it someone that I had interacted in passing with during their life? The spirit felt that there was no one who would mourn them or even notice they were gone, did they know that I would cry for them, mourning their death so well as their desolation?
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