A catchy little tune... You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant... A place where NO means no.

Simple morning turned to chaos...never think you know the whole story... never.  Doing the next right thing unleashed a sequence of events unknown to the sleepy Mayberry. A quiet cup of coffee at my kitchen window ... where 8 officers march by with guns drawn. Odd. I open the side door to let the cat in and was confronted by an officer with a gun drawn.  HEY!  30 Officers, 12 squad cars, and the street cordoned off.  "Maybe I'll step back inside, " I said.

"NO CONTACT" means NO CONTACT in Mayberry. I am proud of the quick response here, the comraderie among the squads, and their commitment to keep an eye on me. Wow...my guides told me to walk through this. SO... here I am... keeping healthy boundaries.

Now back to Alice, you remember Alice, this song is about her....  to the "Scene of the Crime" where the police are engaged in a hugely elaborate investigation. At the trial, Officer Obie is anxiously awaiting the chance to show the judge the 27 photos of the "Crime of the Century."

God bless you Men & Women in blue. Namaste.

"Treatment centers are places where you pay big money to learn that 12 Step programs are free." - M. L.

Meet Mark Lundholm ... his work is so real with an important message. The clips do not come close to the experience of seeing him live. If you're normal, skip it LOL.

In the clarity of my dreams arrives the visions - the missions, the partner, the adventure, and the passion. There is life without drama... or as my sponsor says "you don't have to live the life of the "not quite rights."  No wonder the self help books sell when their title is "live the life you dream"

When one gets off the roller coaster, there is a first a dullness to life. Where is that RUSH of adrenaline? We are junkies in the desire to distract ourselves from ourselves. I fall off the plateau from time to time...I sleep without wonder or awe. Yet...when the call of the Sirens must be heard...ah... sweet emotion...and choices.

RESPITE - brief as it was- allowed the promise of spring to shine through.

The daffodil responds to the cycle of the seasons differently than I do. Yet, we are more connected to these mysteries of the cycle of life than we realize.

Medical diagnoses of SAD - Seasonal Affected Disorder - only mirror the ancient wisdom that winter is a time for rest, going inside, embracing the darkness. Native American ceremony has metaphors of returning to the womb of the earth just as the daffodil stores its generative energy in the bulb beneath the surface.

As the stalk pushes through the organic barriers it is nourished by the warming temperatures of the soil. The tender shoots are protected in an igloos of snow to pause when overwelmed or barraged with unexpected resistence.

When the time is right, they begin their journey again to the light. And in due time, they will grow and blossom to continue the greatest mystery of all.

Remember when Do-OVER was a chance to start again without penalty. I love this movie and recommend it to all of us who don't get it right the first time. :)