logan is 3-and-a-half years old in this pic.(check out that hair! lol)
here are some beautiful pics i found ...
and hadda share with y'all. ENJOY!
and hadda share with y'all. ENJOY!
yes - its a tiger cub with a couple of baby orangutans!
doesn't it look like they're havin' fun?don't you just want to pick them up
and squeeze them? (uh-huh!!)
simply ... adorable ...
PS - still working on the silver harbour story ...
just so ya know (i haven't forgotten!)
PS - still working on the silver harbour story ...
just so ya know (i haven't forgotten!)
EDIT 3.3.7 - just after i published this post ... logan showed up @ my door, with a much prayed for and desperately needed gift (the green stuff - $). what a son i have, who lives so simply (like a yogi) so he can share more with others.
This means challenging my self to compassionate, encouraging, genuine and hostile-free exchanges. It also means contemplating my reaction to the thoughts, feelings and expressions of others, prior to acting upon them. 
5 comments:
pathetic tho it may seem ... i am making this comment b/c ... well ... i wanna see @ least one comment on this post. and so ... here it is. my one comment.
well, i like the cute pics ... i am trying to stay sweet and un-funk-ed in the face of all around me ... who appear to have a good bout of the funked-out blues.
i am never sure - since i feel everything and everyone around me - of much i feel is my own, and how much is from what's around me.
so many - in the blogosphere and in my everyday life - appear to be feeling the emotional/spiritual analogue of the 40 days/40 nights in the desert. it weighs on my spirit just a little.
i have a story forming in my head ... a story of a mum who loses her young son in a car crash. an image of a single, tiny shoe, laying forlorn in the middle of the road ... and the sound - the unreal, hellish sound of this mother shrieking ... some animalistic, soul-screeching cry. another image - of a desperate mother, wishing in that moment she could give her soul, instead, and pressing that lifeless, elfin body again her breast.
that is the story that lives in my heart these days. strange, the stories that lurk inside of us.
wishing you all peace and love.
Awwwwwwwwww!
(the edit)
AND the wee little monkeys
AND the boy in coveralls
but not the funk or the single shoe
(yikes!)
why is it that people do not comment on certain posts anyway?
it's weird, huh?
there, now you have 4
HA HA
In your face BLOGGAZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
wierd about the commenting, huh? oh well ... hey i got zee package today! yeaaay! thanx, girl!
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