Why is there so much hate in the world?

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My heart, it hurts, a lot.

Help me; I feel a bit discouraged today. I’m not my usual sunny self.

My kinder, Little and Big, are growing up in a culture that is so riddled in hate. And it is growing overwhelmingly, and at warp speeds.

Me, I’m out looking for the fairies tossing pixie dust, playing harps (really cool ones), planting trees and lighting the path to eternal sunshine, love, peace and happiness? Others, they put on vests voluntarily and enter crowded airports and tourist hot spots, or purchase firearms and forever change what safety means.

Such brokkh (disaster and misfortune) I refuse to get used to!

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Hate, the worst of the four letter words, is learned and it spreads like a contagion.

I have a friend whose family came here to visit, leaving from the very same Turkish Airport that the terrorists blew up, less than 24 hours later. Someone was shot in our parking lot just a few weeks back, and just minutes before, he killed another human being.

I’m sorry, but moments of silence and prayer are bullshit not cutting it for me. I do not mean to offend those who believe, but there cannot be a God whose plan is that we strategically pick each other off the planet to see who wins; most often, one by one — and too often, en masse. Poo, poo, may they all rest in peace…

Why the hell can’t we find a way to all live in peace? Is that so farshlugineh (crazy, irrational, mixed up)?

Did we just throw away our moral compass?

How did the bar get so low?

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This post is filled with questions that I do not have the answers to. What I do know is that:

  • I’m all for gun control, background checks and mental health checks
  • I don’t think my neighbor, or yours for that matter, should have the right to bear arms. I have shpilkes (panic) when I consider that he or she may – what if my shana madelahs (sweet little darling girls) are there for a play date?
  • Color me crazy, but mental health is and should be valued as highly as physical health, whether you want a gun or not
  • I think we all should feel safe going to school, the movies, a dance club, the airport, at work and anywhere else the fuck we want to go
  • I think everyone should be able to pee without showing a birth certificate
  • I want to love out loud, fearlessly

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Do we have the chutzpah (balls, yes balls) to make change out of this unconscionable tsuris (troubled, mayhem) of a world?

Won’t you help me? Please? My kishkas (intestines) are in knots at the thought of us not joining together with empathy in our hearts. Don’t we all deserve so much better than this? For the kinder (children), we make it better?

Alevai (It should only happen)!

Das hartz hat mir gezoght (My heart told me) it would.

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The Universal Hot/Crazy Matrix Expanded

This is so very worthy of the reblog button! Thank you #LifeInTheBoomerLane for this magical, hysterical and frightening look at the world!

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MatrixTwo significant things happened yesterday.  The first was that Life in the Boomer Lane learned that Britain had voted to leave the European Union. The second was that she realized that the post she published aboutDana McClendon’s Universal Hot/Crazy Matrix: A Man’s Guide to Women back in 2014 had permanently remained her #1 post, eclipsing all of the other fabulous and amazing posts she had written since.  Both of these events were a bit disturbing to LBL. Worse was her realization that the world is now stuck in its own hot/crazy matrix. As a public service, LBL now resurrects The Universal Hot/Crazy Matrix, this time for the entire planet.

The Universal Hot/Crazy Matrix for the entire planet can be used either when one is planning a summer vacation, or contemplating a permanent relocation outside of the US in the event Donald Trump is elected.

Let us now explain the matrix

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How did You Welcome the Summer Solstice?

Little, Big and I were invited to an amazing summer solstice celebration with a group called, In Sacred Balance. A real mitzvah (joyful event), this was! The Mrs., she was invited too, but, becoming quite the macher (big deal), she was off on a photo shoot!  (You can find her at willowandsage1 on IG – follow her!)

It was a gorgeous day to celebrate the sun!
It was a gorgeous day to celebrate the sun and all of its glorious energy – the most powerful day of the year!
These pigments are made from all natural materials from the earth. The boats are from tree bark.
These pigments are made from all natural materials from the earth. The boats are from the tree bark
An alter created to honor all those lives lost in Orlando at Pulse.
An alter was built to honor all those lives tragically lost in Orlando at the Pulse nightclub – A brokkeh (blessing) for all
Part of the alter
more of the alter
Boat making is serious business
Boat making is serious business – these boats made of bark will contain our blessings
My handmade boat with two flowers
My handmade boat with two flowers
Place 1 of your 2 flowers in a community boat, and set what you need to free
Place the first of your two flowers in the community boat, and send your hardships, feelings, anger, anything at all that you need to let go – the second flower is for our personal boat, and holds our blessings, bringing luck and love to those who find them
We then made our way over to the creek to release our boats
We all made our way over to the creek to release our boats, with the community boat guiding the path
An image of our boats as they sailed downstream
An image of our boats as they sailed downstream
Healing time. As a culture, we all need this
Healing time – something we all need so desperately
It starts with one - Healing hands begin in the tunnel over the creek
It starts with one – healing hands begin in the tunnel over the creek
And then we all join in
And then we all join in, as many times as needed
We put our healing energy from the strongest parts of the sun, into healing our planet
We put our healing energy from the strongest parts of the sun, into healing our planet
Our fearless keeper of the Sun
Our fearless keeper of the Sun – a haimisheh (down-to-earth) mensch (good person), our friend, L.
And little R., who soaked it all in
And little R., who soaked it all in
After the healing, we all walked up the creek and had a nice nosh (we ate) together
After the healing, we all walked back up the creek and had a nice nosh (we ate) together – a feast!
Little R., wearing the events of the day and blowing bubbles
Little R., wearing the events of the day and blowing bubbles

For us, it was the longest day. In other parts of the world, it was the shortest day. For me and my kinder (little girls) it was a beautiful, spiritual, healing day with friends, old and new.

Thank you Sun! Thank you L. Thank you In Sacred Balance!

 

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Of Guns & Control

I agree with every word in this eloquent essay, so I am reblogging in hopes of sharing the genius that comes from routinely from Olivier. Please read and share, and let me know if you agree too. #NotOneMore

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America sure does love its guns. 

Well, some of them don’t, but those are just the bleeding heart liberals that don’t understand the necessity of deadly force when an intruder comes for your loved ones.  Could happen any minute now, so we gotta be prepared. 

The simple, ‘violence begets more violence,’ never crossed anyones mind I guess. 

The issue is complex and I don’t mean to make light.  Many people have lost their lives due to America’s stubborn refusal to take a good hard look at not only why guns are such a problem in the US, but how they became one.

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What to blog about when so much of the news is, well, simply awful?

She captured summer in one shot
She captured summer in one shot, My Mrs. willowandsage1 on IG

I think it time to share some pure, unadulterated happiness. I know I could use it. The broadcast news has been filled with unconscionable horrors of hate and evil. Politics and nogudniks (very, very bad people), making America great again, hah! Oy, don’t get me started — Violence, assault, guns, gorillas and alligators, another mass shooter. Hate and evil, have I mentioned that? Too much tsuris (pain and suffering) in our world…

Well, who is up for some good, old fashioned, hedonism? A kvell-fest, if you will!

Today, I share with you three joyful things in hopes of paying it forward and spreading some love and bliss, in a world that could use it. Here goes:

Fairy house in bedroom. Please keep snack in kitchen (mice). We sleep in our moms room, so you are safe. Question: What is your name? Write name here. Thanks, Luka and Neko
Fairy house in bedroom. Please keep snack in kitchen (mice). We sleep in our moms room, so you are safe. Question: What is your name? Write name here. Thanks, Luka and Neko
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A snack fit for a fairy! Now they put out two snacks, two cups and they were left a note from Lily and Lucy Twinkle…
  • Fairy Time: Little and Big, my shana madelahs (sweetheart daughters), have taken magical thinking and play to new levels here at the Manor. Inspired by a lovely friend, , at a first-time sleepover (for Big), they now write notes to fairies, welcoming them to our home, leaving them presents alongside a nice nosh (food and drink). What Yiddisher momma wouldn’t encourage a guest or two to ess a bissel (eat a little)? Yes, each night they craft a catered fairy affair. It’s just about as adorable and childlike as one could hope for as summer vacation starts off. Childhood should be filled with beautiful moments like this. Memory making material that brings such nachas and pure giddiness to us all. And, the added touch of surprise and delight for the fairies can’t hurt, nu?
Look at that punim (face)! How can you not love him?
Look at that punim (face)! How can you not love him?
  • The Great Gatsby: About a month ago, our family grew. After the long pain and suffering from the loss of our two wunder-pugs, Atticus and Eli, Little and Big, they convinced the and me that a puppy would make us feel better. Such wisdom from my kinder (kids). Enter Gatsby. A kockeputzi (mish-mash) mix breed we rescued, filled with the love and affection we so needed. His momma was a Pekinese/Pug and his Poppa, a miniature Dachshund. What we get is a beautiful boychik (little boy) puppy who has stolen our hearts, and is helping us to heal. Gatsby is a mechaiyeh (absolute pleasure) that has made our flat at the Manor feel like home. He is a real D-A-W-G. Very un-pug-like! He fetches, digs, burrows and buries bones around our apartment. He barks, chews and has a mischievous, impish little face. He is smart as they come, and takes us all outside for family fun. And, he is a cuddly little love has filled our hearts.
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Shvesters, and Gatsby ❤
  • She found her Niche: I’m talking about my beautiful Mrs. here, who is fast becoming an incredibly talented, self-taught, photographer. Let me kvell a bissel (brag, boast and shout about how talented she is, a little) about her now. She has always had an eye, my Mrs. For style, for fashion, for color, for creativity. Goldeneh hendts (literally, golden hands) she has. And now, she is putting it all together and letting her camera speak for itself. I’ll stop talking now and share some photos. Follow her on IG at willowandsage1.
Look at that lighting and styling. Nu?
Look at that lighting and styling. Nu?
with Nona, does it get any better?
with Nona, does it get any better?

 

Ah, a kvell-fest feels good. Always time to kvetch (bitch and moan complain) later…

A bei gezunt. As long as we’re healthy!

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*Botox Brief: No more smiles for me, and it is Awesome!

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I cannot smile since this Sunday past

My only hope? This result will continue to last

When I look in the mirror it’s absurd, quite inane

That my lips can’t curl up, they will only abstain

 

I did not smile when I arose before sunrise

Not in the kitchen with coffee; these lips still were lengthwise

I simply do not look that amused at all

Not in the Manor, nor down the hall

 

I will not grin while commuting each and every day

Not a beam or a chortle when I look your way

I will not smile while I am doing my work

Signing the big deal, there’ll be no sign of a smirk

 

This flytrap of mine won’t turn its way ‘round

I’ll look much more serious, even a tad bit profound

When I leave in mid-day for a lunchtime siesta

My lips won’t crack upwards, yet it’s a real mitzvah (good thing)

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Shuttling back to the Manor before turn of night

My mouth doesn’t snicker, at all, in delight

When I swoop in to hug my Big and my Little,

You’d think my facemask was looking a wee bit too brittle

 

The Mrs., I’ll give her a peck on the cheek

Ask about her day, my grin passed its peak

As he dances and barks, Gatsby’s wagging his tail

I’ll bend down and squeeze him, my punim (face) in jail

 

But don’t you have shpilkas (worry) about my lost grin

The Botox, it’s working; chronic pain must not win

Losing my smile is not at all saddening

Life filled with pain; that is what’s maddening

 

So if you should see me and think it quite odd

Just know in your heart, I feel better in my bod

The pain in my neck that reaches a thunderous level

Has temporarily been frozen, this poison’s no devil

 

Botulinum toxins injected into my skull

Has diminished the pain, left me much more agile

My mishpocheh (family) is kvelling (happy) with my newfound freedom

Just know that inside, I’m grinning eardrum to eardrum

 

*Cervical dystonia, occipital neuralgia, neck and back spasms, chronic migraine, pain in the effin’ neck, and associated awful side effects

 

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