Two Sundays


Last Sunday

Wow, it’s been a weird day. It started out fine.
I love sitting in my director’s chair feeding all the creatures that come too greet me. Especially on the weekend with no hustle and bustle of the school kids going off on the buses that come one by one to pick them up. The garbage collector doesn’t run either so those horrid sounds are not missed. Coffee in hand, it is a beautiful Sunday morning. The sky an azure pastel as it starts to brighten up the day. It is so interesting watching the cats so amused and yet fearful to step even an inch out the front door which I am thankful for. It is quite in the apartment. I can still hear frogs and crickets from the bedroom window. The heat of the day has begun.

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Dreams entertained me until I heard a faint “I love you , Mama” as Rhea was going out the door to work at 2:45. When I did get up it was 3 in the afternoon.
So, I am feeling a bit odd. I evidently needed to sleep. The other night I had nightmares. I woke Rhea calling out to “Mommie” over and over. No one could hear me in my dream.
Than several others that have went the elusive way of dreams.
And when I do sleep soundly, it seems like I dream the whole entire time.

It’s like going to a movie that lasts all night.

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This Sunday

Last Evening

A very loud crash, the birds were just covered and than BOOM. The silverware tray I had attached to the wall with all my nick-knacks and smaller crystals came down when Minnie’s frame fell off the wall striking it. I suppose when I covered the parakeet cage the cover perhaps rubbed the frame the wrong way.

The cats woke me with crying like they had not been fed in days.

Put the crystals and other nics on the other wall.

Drama continues, too many holes in the cheese.

The Baby shower was nice. I sat out on the lounge and watched the waves come off shore.

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Soul’s Window


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My Eye

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Eyes are literally the windows to the inner most aspects of our personality and character traits.  If you look into someone’s eyes, you can easily tell if they are scared, sad, or worn down inside.  But if you look even closer, you will also be able to see what kind of psychology and personality that person has.

Eyes are literally a window into people’s souls.

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I have always had a fascination with eyes. A book that hasn’t been read. A person’s eyes can be as revealing as opening and reading that very first page.

Your interest is heightened with each turn of the page.

Have you noticed how a baby’s eyes are so big and wide ? They seem to want to take in as much as they can and just as quickly.

Eyes that seem to twinkle. If you look at baby photo’s and than photo’s of the individual as they age you see the eyes do not change.

Your face as it ages makes the eyes seem smaller and further apart. In actuality they are the same size they were when you were three months old.

You just don’t look as adorable.

Your eyes have lost much of there sparkle and crow’s feet have taken up residence.

They have seen many things.

Pain can easily be seen in eyes. Lack of sleep makes the eyes look tired and darker. Drugs and alcohol dull your eye shine.

Just as eyes seem to light up at times when a loved one is present.

The dullness is all too clear when something or someone is lost too them.

The sparkle seems to dissipate and tears fall freely.

Iris biometrics which is highlighted in the amazing film “I Origins” it reminds me that our eyes are in fact similar to a fingerprint.

The pattern uniqueness of the iris is spoke of in Jeff Carter’s TEDxKC  Extreme Identity.

Starting at 4:54

“An iris scan is really the ultimate in security. To give you an analogy—fingerprints would be the floppy disks; an iris scan is the solid-state hard drive.”

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My Eyes Age 66 © C. m ART z  2015

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My Eye Age 56 © C. m ART z  2015

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My Eye Age 17 Senior Photo

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