Syracuse’s bigfoot? Unraveling the decades-old myth of the city’s legendary ‘black panther’ – syracuse.com
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Wildman and Me…
It’s the same dream
When the mist clears
And he’s standing there
I’m frozen in place
With my eyes locked at his face
Neither him or I move an inch
We weren’t expecting this
His life of solitude kept him out of sight
But tonight we both got a fright
When I blink
He’s gone again
No one will believe me
What do I tell my friends
I have no proof
I was to shocked to move
Does it even matter if they believe
After I’ve seen what I’ve seen
I felt I was given a gift
I feel blessed
Nothing else matters
Not fame or all the rest
Just this little moment
A moment in the forest
Like none other
That will ever be
Free in the forest
The wild man and me….
Poem by me…
Glacial Grave…
“These glacial beauties
That came to rest by me
Have come from such a long journey
Through oceans and time
Here to rest eternal
I’ve come to feel like they are mine
I come to visit every day
Longer and longer I try to stay
I visit to hear their tale
They communicate it
In their own way
Their scars and dings
And the soil they bring
These amazing cairns
That balance without arms
This glacial grave
Awaiting me
As I touch with my hands
I begin to understand
The power of nature
And what it can do
And knowing these beautiful boulders of mine
May have been a seat and a place to reflect for many throughout history and time”
A little beauty from today..
Poem by me…
Happy New Year!
I Want to Wander….
“Go get lost through the bushes and into the trees
Don’t wait, never wait for me
This is your world also to explore
I’m always on the edge of my seat
Wanting to get lost some more
It’s where my mind quiets
And my body too,
after I push it a mile or two
It’s hard for me to sleep
Just dreaming about places I could be at
I want to wander,
see all the world and all it’s forests
What we have left
Before we destroy it
Your thoughts come and go
But the forest always knows
It’s where you share your secrets
and bare your soul
What If a tree falls in the forest,
Would you hear it?
You would, you’d be trying to glue it
Lift it back up so it can reach for the sun
But you need to lift yourself up too
Never let it pwait for someone else to do
You are strong and resilient
Like the trees that stand tall
As long as you keep reaching
You’ll never really fall
And don’t come home from the forest till your wearing it all…”
Poem by me…
Streams and Dreams…
Bigfoot in the News…Sasquatch Day…
t’s Sasquatch Indian day, and no place for skeptics. You either take the sasquatch or leave them alone. There is no middle course. Many Indians take them straight. To hear tell, the Sasquatch were great hairy legendary creatures that maintain their reputation with an occasional presentation day swoop down from the mountains to peek in windows or smack a lone tribesman. Others, Indian Agent J. W. Burns explained, take a milder view. “Despite their great size of seven feet in height the sasquatch are timid and harmless. Burns said the Indians believe. “They were believed to be covered with a growth of hair and to live in caves and hollow trees. The legend probably came from the actual existence of some primitive race. I believe in it myself.” Legend or not, the celebration today and tomorrow will see braves, squaws and their papooses living again as their ancestors did before white men came. Against a background of historic Harrison Lake and river, an Indian village of 20 lodges bright with traditional ochred drawings and totem symbols occupies a square mile of cleared brushland. Dressed in full tribal regalia, Indians prepared to start the day’s celebration with a parade. Night events will include forbidden torchlight for which special permission has been granted by the dominion fisheries department, ceremonial dances and camp fire recitals of Indian folklore…
May, 1938, Reading Eagle
Baby It’s Cold Outside…
I really can’t stay…(baby it’s cold outside)
I gotta go away…(baby it’s cold outside)
I was planning on doing a fluff piece on everyone’s favorite Yeti, Bumble. But thinking about Rudolph made me think on how they want to ban the program from airing on any major channels and exposing America’s children to bullying. And I was immediately frustrated. I’m not saying that Rudolph may not have a few hinky gray areas in it, but in no way will it warp anyone’s mind. I’m okay, I’ve watched it every year for forever and now I’m a Bumble enthusiast and blogger. See where it got me?
My mother will start to worry (beautiful what’s your hurry)
My father will be pacing the floor (listen to the fireplace roar)
Suffice it to say, Rudolph does have bullying, but bullying happens all over the world everyday, having some exposure that it and that it’s not okay and that you aren’t alone when your young is a good thing. And also for the children to see Rudolph rise above it. And really who better to tell the reindeers they were wrong then Santa! Every child’s hero. And also, I watched it when I was young too, I knew then that the other reindeer were wrong and I defended people my whole life against bullies, ask my family and they will tell you…Who knows, maybe I got that fire from the show. It also has the land of misfit toys. Shunned toys that weren’t perfect so they were sent to the island never to have love. But it also showed that those different toys deserved love and acceptance too, and that we have all types of differences. Those are both good life lessons to learn and If not from Rudolph and Santa then who?
So really I’d better scurry (Beautiful please don’t hurry)
Well maybe just a half of drink more (I’ll put some records on while I pour)
We all need to relax and take a deep breath. We need to take in account what era and climate something was written. Yes, there is a bunch of potentially politically incorrect programming out there. But it is our past and a sign of the times. Our history. We can’t wipe it all out. We need to learn something from our past.
The neighbors might think ( Baby it’s bad out there)
Say what’s in this drink (No cabs to be had out there
This evening has been… (been hoping that you’d drop in)
Say what’s in this drink (No cabs to be had out there)
As you can see the lyrics to one of the most sung holiday songs has been interjected throughout this post. That is because this song is also on the chopping block. They are saying it practically screams date rape. Now, no doubt Deano loved the ladies, (and his drinks) but not by force. Again, I implore you to remember the era it was written in. The expression “what’s in this drink?” Was said in response to being served a strong drink, not because a drug was slipped into it.
My father was a singer, and he sang this all the time and I loved hearing it. What about my fond memories? I just want to have a white Christmas with family and friends without a side of bullying please. I’m more concerned about the mental harm the song “I saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus” is doing to the little ones of the world. I remember being mad at my Mom over this annual indiscretion of hers. Please don’t take from this that I don’t care about America’s children or are insensitive to women’s issues. I am a women and was a teacher too, and I’m saying this for them, banning and hiding everything is not the answer. The bubble you put everyone in will pop eventually, and then what? They have been left with no exposure and coping skills for these issues. But this blog is just one girl’s opinion. My thoughts. And I thank you all for reading them even though you just wanted Bumble and Yukon Cornelius. (Without the soap box)..
Happy Holidays everyone…
Baby it’s Cold Outside:
Bully scene from Rudolph
My dad singing..don’t worry dad I’ll keep singing “Baby it’s Cold Outside “ for you and Deano, and defend my crazy childhood..
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The “Spirit of Christmas”
“We say Merry Christmas but we forget
It’s not about tinsel and presents we haven’t found yet
The gifting, the rushing around
It’s not about a birthday now, it’s about the gifts you have found
Gifts for some families that break their back
They won’t eat much again till they get back on track
It’s now about worry,stress and the people you see
Whether they need a gift too in the pile under the tree
The department stores and marketing led you here
But it’s so out of control now, some aren’t even aware
Only with the next generation can we make a change
That maybe all we need is two presents under the tree
And ornaments to hang
Teach what the holidays are really about,
We never think about the children that go without
They think because they are poor or have no family that Santa won’t come
Or maybe they weren’t good enough
To get all that other stuff
What about all the people that spend Christmas alone
No one to call, no reason to pick up a phone
We need to make changes
And just stop shopping away
Because some department store conned you into an expensive Christmas Day
Don’t get me wrong I love the spirit of Christmas
Family time, laughter, memories
And thats what we should focus on
Some day those beloved people will be gone
Let’s change our ways and move on
Gifts don’t say I love you
Your actions all year do
When they get older, they will understand that too
So leave the malls and get back home
Celebrate the birthday of god’s son here on earth
Thank him for life
And a chance to make memories
Because the only thing that will matter to you in the end are these…”
Poem by me…
When my eyes popped open this morning, my first thoughts with my Caramel and Vanilla coffee was, did I shop for everyone? Did everyone have enough? But this was after watching a family member completely miserable thinking her bonus wouldn’t come, there wouldn’t be a great Christmas for the kiddos.
No one should be sitting there miserable and stressed out when the purpose of this holiday was to celebrate the birth of our lord. Was is not a typo. Most children raised today know nothing about the real Christmas or “spirit of Christmas” .
The entire holiday was hijacked by retail department stores. “Let’s celebrate giving Howard all these presents, he’ll be the happiest boy ever”, but his best friend Jack will be crying because he got socks. In a great time to recognize charities needing our giving, and keeping loved ones close, and being thankful for life happening at all, we are once again, making the rich richer.
If you were to ask me what I’d change about humanity, Santa Claus and retail Christmas is on my top ten. I don’t want to make everyone miserable this morning, but often these charitable days are the only time we’re listening.
We need to take control of this insanity, teach children what it’s all about, make some changes to Santas role here. No more naughty or nice list, no more 300 presents each. We cam only make these change now with the young. I hope someday we make it happen. No one should feel alone, unworthy, sad or stressed out, after all it’s not our birthday is it?
Happy Holidays everyone and for my New Year’s resolution? I’m going to keep trying to educate and pray for change of our Christmas Story…
What is this weird “baby Loch Ness Monster” washed up on a beach? | Boing Boing
Over at r/CasualUK, Reddit user huskyboi72 posted this curious photo of a creepy creature that reportedly washed up on a UK beach. In the thread, the weird animal has been identified as a “baby Loch Ness Monster,” a plesiosaurus, or a Lesser-spoted Dogfish. The most popular analysis of the photo is that it’s the remnants…
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