Make me laugh. Life is to serious right now. I need a bit of comic relief I would say, a roll around on the ground, a tickle in my tickle spot.

Laughter is so important, be insane and roll around on the ground. Inappropriate giggles, give it to me is quadruple. Wheres the remote, maybe there’s something on tv that’s going to give me the gut laughter that I need. A little Letterkenny, or Tosh. A little edginess, a little off colour fun that can disrupt my day, so later when I think about it someone sees me smile. Uncover the covers, feel the freedom of comedic completeness, a place where the heart sings a song before the news interrupts the imagination.

I want to laugh out loud in a public place because someone told me a bad joke. Tell the same joke at a business meeting because whoever talking is so damn boring. Maybe even play an innocent prank on the child in my house that always gets the first laugh. All in good fun, lets have some fun again in our lives. When was the last time you can honestly say you let your hair down, took off the underwear, and danced around with just a smile on.

Life has become awkward, disassembled and raw. We don’t know how to enjoy ourselves because maybe we are not politically correct. I really don’t care. If you’re around I want us to laugh, whisper stuff and make the whole room become aware of the silliness and how good it makes us feel.

Get up, get down with your silly self. Be childlike and believe that magic still exists on this planet of many humans all looking for a little laughter to fill them up for a change.

Thank you. Thank you for your service. We soon forget after 12 o clock comes along and the parade is done that these men keep going. Their day doesn’t stop because we stop thinking about them, they move forward with the thought of no one left behind.

So I ask you this simple question, why do we? Why do we forget? Why do we get so caught up in our own worlds and those that do for us are not recognized or remembered? Our worlds may feel like war, they may on days feel like rejection or compliance yet what about those that have chosen to put their lives on the line every day for the simple reason of freedom.

When we don’t like our partner any more we leave, for some of us it’s time for the children to move on, yet there is no forgetting them, and even when someone close dies we grieve.

Can you let go of your dramas, judgements and personal issues for 2 minutes and with the silence thank them for their service. Thank the mail man, thank the teacher that teaches every day, thank the volunteers that come to help out when needed. Thank the nurses and doctors that give up the financial success and go to the poorest communities to give service to those in need.

Now stand up and be thankful for those that do serve this country, for this is their day. Thank them, those strangers that made the military their passion even if you don’t agree. See them as human beings with family, brothers and sons that chose to leave their families behind to serve you. Be grateful for the country you live in because even in times of turmoil here there are soldiers somewhere else with less than you. Attend a parade, even if it’s the first time, it’s awesome and you will feel compassion I believe you will. The stories for the most part are happy and funny, and the ones tha are not will open your heart.

I went today. I went in respect of my partner who served for 20 years, my friend who is 75, served for 32 years and a friend who is a civilian and it was his first time. We watched the parade and I brought the Kleenex which was passed around. We listened to those who told their stories and I smiled at the families who brought their young children to find out what our country is all about. Our veterans are getting older and the new soldiers are now replacing them with new stories. Let’s make sure the older stories are never forgotten.

Lest we forget.

Somber days, mean somber ways. Somber ways usually get you a somber message.

Yes baby it’s cold outside and raining. The best weather for pouring out your heart, seeing the drops move down the window pane, hoping for sunshine, something to make the pain go away. Why do you think you are treated like this, you may say to yourself? Why do you always feel the pressure of the clouds as they droop down lower than the tops of the trees. The low pressure brings on the headaches and other peoples emotional garbage. You seem to be the dumping grounds, the truck you can hear beeping its backup sound ready to deliver with every crack of thunder. Lighting is about to be expressed you may add finishing your thought with, “and it was such a nice day a bit ago.”

The door rumbles through the sounds of wind hitting it and aren’t you lucky it’s not in your face. One day that old door will just give way to the constant pounding and fall down forever. You have wanted to replace it years back yet you’ve never gotten around to it, why? There seems to be a lot of things in need of repair or even replacement, “someday” you say, “Someday.”

Some days never come, just like on somber days the sun never shines. It too hides behind closed doors wishing the weather would get better yet it never does. Tomorrow it will come out the blue skies will be remembered until the next somber day.

I think I will treat myself to some hot tea and a cold shower. Make sure I know exactly which reality I’m in, until the day comes when I put the laundry out to dry. Its sitting in a basket wet and fresh out of the washer. All I now need to do is sort it all out and put it where it belongs. Some in the dryer for quick results and the rest on hangers so I can see the truth amidst the wrinkles.

It’s a somber day, sober to the reality that sometimes laundry can’t be cleaned up, sorted out and placed in drawers until next time the inclement weather comes around. It will be different one day because the sombreness of the day will have to face it alone. I will be somewhere where the sun does shine, the birds do sing and I won’t miss the rainmaker.

Anywhere any time come plug in with me. I’m an open receptacle, a place you can plug in and receive. I can’t guarantee the advice I give is for you to automatically get yet it’s there for you anytime you need refreshing.

What do you want to know? How do you want to feel? IS it objective or subjective, maybe I should read your tarot cards. Somedays you can find me sitting high in a tree overlooking the harbour. On other days I will be sitting at my makeshift desk cranking out information for my new platform. Then there are the days I ride my bike indoors because of inclement weather. On those days I seem to lose my mind and keep a recorder next to me for the new book I want to write or some kind of self help for myself.

Do I have normal days? Of course I do some with too much time on my hands. I want to be timeless, in the present moment, have days that never end and nights of full on sleep. I especially love the days when I’m “ON” in accordance with my intuition. Which is really the days when reality is awesome. It’s like being the pointy end of the stick and you get it all first hand. What is “on” for me, it’s nothing more than following my instincts and being right place right timing. It was that way for me today when I walked into a framing shop that was having a “going into retirement” sale. I bought a few limited signed prints and felt I should run out the door before they realized they charged too little. I had a great conversation with an older man who could have fooled me with his wise”ness” about life. Native to the area, he had a story to tell, “do you have time to sit and listen?” I wanted too and maybe next time I will. He did tell me he has eagle medicine in him and I do believe as I was told I have crow.

The best part was when I returned home and supper was ready after a long day of being a tourist in my own town. It is a chilly fall day and a big bowl of spaghetti Al’s style was welcomed. Now here I am telling you all about it in my own creative way.

It’s almost veterans day I hope you all have your poppies.

So back to being plugged in, I always am. I love being able to share whenever you come around. Share with me back by sending me a comment or idea and we can plug in together and yes I do read tarot, yet I do it my way.

Peace out people and thank a soldier. I thank mine every day.