Mr McKrekor here…
First day of 2017, like anything changes just because we flipped the calender….. but that is what people like to believe so let’s go with that.
Lilian drove to town, as always , with me in tow. She mentioned to her passenger that things felt weird and he agreed. A Red-Father-Hawk followed her…he must not have seen me because they have known to attack a little fella like me and I was a bit nervous… Traffic lights were out on Olympia and they had snuck an oil-train in on the town. Guess no-one was looking for a fracking oil train on a holiday and with that they “ People of Olympia” were outsmarted and it kept protesters away.
A blue small SUV cut in front of Lilian and the bumper-sticker read” When People lead the leaders will follow. Lilian thought that was a crazy sticker with our new President and all…but it got better. Read more …
I am Mr. McKrekor, the offspring of KAR, an early childhood friend of Lilian’s granddaughter Ebony. KAR talked to Ebony starting during an early age, Ebony in turn, was always able to tell her Grandmother what it was KAR wanted to relate. When I decided to hatch on Planet Earth I wanted to stay close to the family my ancestor KAR spend most of his time with. So here I am, like KAR, observing, reporting and interacting with Ebony’s Grandmother Lilian.
In some cultures, we Crows, along with our 40-kin species, are considered messengers. We have the gift of communication amongst ourselves and with people if they are willing to pay attention and listen. I would have preferred to be a Magpie, because in my opinion they are prettier, but it was not meant to be. It is said I am the spitting image of KAR.
I have parked myself on Lilian’s porch at the moment so I can see what she is doing and if lucky can hear what she says when sharing her news. Read more …
Dear friends, my new book “Boomers and Trumpers” – A collection of Newsletters and Short Stories by Fatima “Lilian” Mustelier. 2016 – is online.
Feel free to download it for free: Boomers and Trumpers
How refreshing! A Dog Show on NBC! It is so good to actually see something to enjoy on TV, so much violence and bad news. I had written the newsletter so many times in my head last few days but felt like I should wait for something BIG…. there it was…the ending to such a turbulent month. Crazy as a Dingbat…. actually never knew what a Dingbat is, but I like the way it sounds.
As soon as the news hit of Castro’s death I knew why I had waited. Stories flooded in so here is the first one I got. Read more …
My friend Renate Strang from Germany likes to take photos of trees and mirrors them to show the beings inside. She edited a beautiful book with 50 of her great photos, compared by quotes and poems of known and unknown authors. On the book cover you can read.
„Hidden Tenants In Trees“ is your invitation to an unusual journey into the world of trees.
Let the faces, figures and ornaments carry you through a cosmos beyond our reality.
Dream, imagine, meditate … Continue reading
by Sandy Johnson
The planet Pluto/Minerva rules the sign of Scorpio. Minerva is considered the goddess of wisdom, and rules the highest octave of the planet Pluto. When Pluto is at its lowest level in the depths of its own darkness, it must sprout wings and grow internally and reach toward the light, it is essential that they do this for their “highest good”. Before the higher aspects and qualities of Pluto can emerge in the individual, their personality must under go many changes at the very deepest level of self. Always the individuals born under the sign of Scorpio must make the choice between “Heaven and Hell”, at the very basic inner core of themselves. Depending upon which house Pluto falls in the astrology chart will indicate the area in which they must do the inner purging of their personalities. Continue reading
Just as I was taking in one of the prettiest sunsets I have seen in a long time, if ever, my granddaughter Ebony gifted us with these amazing pictures she took on her way home from work. She lives about 50 miles North of me, so I can tell the beauty of the evening stretched over many miles.
I could see, from my window, how the sky was golden, a pinch of pink ever so often, but mostly golden brown like golden crisp fried Yukon Potatoes. A sense of “GREATFUL” came over me as I pulled up the last few weeks in my mind. Read more …
A Video from my Newsletter
courtesy of Al Jazeera Media Network