At odds with myself …

For as long as I’ve known myself I’ve been a proponent of privacy, mine and everyone else’s.  So much so, naive as this mayopposing forces sound, I believe it’s an inalienable right.  Clearly neither the press or politicians agree with me because God knows nothing seems to be sacred any more.  Nothing.

Whether you’re famous or not your life, and any secrets you may have, or mistakes you may have made are up for grabs.  Doesn’t matter if it’s a jealous co-worker or vicious ex telling tales out of school, Presidential candidates trying to smear each other into losing elections or TMZ reporters and ordinary citizens with cell phone Continue reading

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Hanging on for dear life …

Me. The poster child for looking on the bright side. Positive thinking. Seeing the glass half full. A true believer in everything working out in the end. Me. drowningThat one. That girl. That woman.

Not so much at the moment, though. I’ve got to admit I’m struggling. So much bad news. Everywhere you turn. It’s absolutely unavoidable. We are just in one helluva mess. The whole world. All of us.

So much hatred. So much prejudice. So much anger. So much violence. So much bloodshed. So much death. So much destruction. So much rubble. So much despair. So much unrest. So much imbalance. So much poverty. So much hunger. So much misery. So much suffering. So much fear. So much grief. So many tears. So many scars. So much injustice.

So little hope.

So little respect. For each other. For life. For human rights. For freedom. Maybe even for ourselves.

Such a crisis.

There has to be something we can do. Why aren’t we?

Why aren’t we marching on our Nations’ capitals? Why aren’t we more selective about who we elect? Why don’t we demand more from them? Why don’t we hold

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Day 191. Longer Days

Have you noticed?  I only really noticed it on the weekend.  The days are getting longer.  Thankfully!  I’m one of those people who need daylight.  The more, the daylightmerrier.

While channel surfing last week, some time, I saw Goldie Hawn being interviewed.  She was saying when she lived in Vancouver, because her son was playing hockey there, she couldn’t handle the lack of sunshine.  It is a gloriously beautiful city, but winters can be kind of dreary.  Lots of grey skies and rain.  Anyway, she said she was depressed all the time; and finally figured out what was wrong.

She was suffering from seasonal affective disorder (SAD).  In other words, lack of sunlight.  No, it’s not a bunch of hooey.  It was first identified around 1845, but wasn’t officially classified until 1984, when psychiatrist Norman E. Rosenthal started studying cases of depression that seemed to occur only in winter.  He observed thousands of people with the same symptoms; and, ultimately, wrote an article for The Washington Post.

Obviously it’s prevalent in winter because the days are shorter, the weather is colder and we’re indoors for longer periods of time.  So Continue reading