What is the Meaning of Life

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This philosophical question has been around since the beginning of mankind. Well, I am happy to announce that after my 40 plus years, I have finally figured out the answer.

Think about it, what do we crave? What makes us happy and content WITH it, yet, sad and lonely without it? What makes us dance on air, and act like we are 15 again? If you answered LOVE, then you are right.

Funny isn’t it, such a complex question, yet such a simplistic answer. We were placed here on this Earth to love. Love ourselves, love others, and to show our love for our fellow man.

No, I’m not a preacher; I am just a simple woman who has discovered a truth that can indeed change the world. Without love we are NOTHING, with love, we are everything.

I must admit, I thought I had it all with a high powered job, money to burn, and all of the expensive toys money could buy. What I never had however, was true love. I was lonely in my heart even though I possessed all of life’s material things.

It wasn’t until I acquired LOVE that my life became complete and really happy. Love IS LIFE, love is compassionate, love is forgiving, kind, and gives us the strength to carry on when needed.

Whether you are materially rich or poor matters not, LOVE knows no boundaries, has no limits, and is not selfish to the body’s needs. With love, we are one with the universe, one with whichever God you may believe in, and at peace within our souls.

Find love within your hearts, share that love with others, and with each person we meet. Remember, according to St. Paul in Corinthians 13:13, “There are three things that last, Faith, Hope, and Love, and the greatest of these is love.”

I share my love with each of you, and I pray you also do the same with others.

Until Later…

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wishing You All a Happy New Year

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Well folks, it’s 2019, this means another year of resolutions that won’t be kept, and hopes and dreams that come true ONLY by hard work.

Oh well, life goes on. I spoke with Dot today day, and she has the resolution of getting sober for the New Year.

Unfortunately, she said that this morning after already imbibing a 40 oz. beer and 6 shots of whiskey. I, on the other hand, have made myself a goal not to get passed out drunk anymore. So far so good as I have a nice buzz going with several hours before midnight. I guess we’ll see how that one works out.

In the meantime, since I have not been on in a while, I would like to wish all of you a Happy and Prosperous New Year. Let’s hope that the economy strengthens, the world becomes at peace with each other, and that every living soul on Earth retains the peace and love in their hearts from the Christmas holidays.

I sincerely love you all, and I pray that 2019 holds all the happiness you deserve, restores in your souls a love for your fellow man, and provides you with enough means to feed you and your loved ones for this year, and forever.

To the poor, know that I am committed to help ease your burden, and will be there for you to help to get you back on your feet. I am funding programs that will help towards that end.

My gift to all is peace, my hope is for compassion for everyone, and my wish is that if you are able, follow my lead by helping in some way those who are less fortunate than you.

I bid you all a very Happy and Peaceful New Year!!!

Until Later…

Just Ask Sooz

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Dear Sooz:

My daughter is 5 and she has just asked me if there is a real Santa Claus. Of course I said yes, but, I would like to give her an answer that would satisfy her. Her friends at school say that there isn’t any such thing as Santa Claus. Please help me.

Frustrated Mom

 

Dear frustrated Mom:

Tell your daughter that Santa Claus does exist. He is formed from the LOVE that exists because of the Saint, Nicholas. Nicholas was a very kind man living over 2000 years ago near Turkey.

Often, he would leave food for the poor, and buy small gifts for the poor family’s children. He would do this in secret so that the recipients would not know who left them.

He did so love the children that he would go and sit in the square while little children would come up to him with their parents. He would talk to them asking if they had been good, and then he would speak with them about the true meaning of Christmas.

It was during these times he would ask the children, if they could have what they wanted, what would it be? Being from a wealthy family, Nicholas would purchase the gifts, then find out where they lived. He would deliver the gifts that the children wanted, along with a large Xmas turkey for their family.

Of course all of his gift and food donations were held to the utmost secrecy. It is from him where Santa Claus (Sinterklaas) was born. After his death, the townspeople carried on his tradition of secret gift giving which carried on through the ages.

To prove it further, millions of pieces of mail are sent to post offices yearly from all over the globe addressed to Santa Clause, c/o The North Pole. So yes, my dear there IS a Santa Claus.

Merry Christmas…

 

 

 

Forgiveness

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I sit before you broken and drunk,

A pain within my soul cries out into the night,

Have I nothing of value left?

Hear my cry; all I ask of you is forgiveness.

 

Touch my soul, offer me recompense,

And guide me along the path of righteousness.

For this is what I seek,

The journey of drunkenness no longer sustains me.

 

Strengthen my resolve; Guide me within your light,

And let me follow the path towards everlasting light.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Portrait of a Lover

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Drunk… As I write this, I am fully tipsy. Oh doth the pain trouble my aching heart. My soul is ripped, and I suffer the unending arrows of love, shot through my inebriated shell of a body.

Bella is gone; she has fled back to France without a word of comfort, only saying she could no longer live the life of opulence and splendor. WHAT??? My swollen eyes morn for her return, yet my mind reveals the truth.

I believed we were a match made in Heaven, a symbiotic relationship joined through love and admiration. One as a body, and one soul united through the truth of a perfect union.

I understand now that the truth reveals divergent paths. Are there no rules when it comes to love, should there BE so much hurt and disappointment for such a wondrous thing?

Woe, I say, for the aggrieved soul that is floating, as a bit of flotsam doth float in the sea, to recover a loss, is like waiting on the fallen rain to grow a single flower, slow as time passes, yet, fully and meaningful.

Once again, life starts anew, and leaves the weathered and confused soul to recover.

Cheers!!!

 

 

 

The Murder of a Dream

Usually, after a nice night of drinking, I fall into a deep sleep. Once asleep, I  fall into a heavy dream state, drifting into dreamland. Last night, I had  an absolutely wonderful dream.

I dreamt that I was on a plane, flying to France. With my heart racing, I had planned on asking Bella, my crush, to marry me.

Everything was planned, dotting all my I’s and crossing ll my T’s. The flowers, roses, irises, and carnations, were arranged in hearts with Bella’s name in the middle.

Balloons filled the hall, like trees line a forest. All I needed now was for Bella to walk through the door. My heart was racing, as I heard her approaching, nearing the hall door.

As  the huge hall’s portal opened,  Bella smiled with a large grin. She saw all the decorations, and from across the room, she watched as U mouthed the words I Love You.

I walked towards her, Got on one knee, and showed her the ring.  Then, I heard what sounded like a gunshot.

I immediately awoke to the sound of my neighbor having his roof repaired. The gunshots, were actually sounds from the hammers that exploded  like gongs being stricken by huge Chinese hammers.

I was asleep no more, the hammers, continually banging, woke me out of a sound sleep, thus murdering my dream.

I tried and tried to return to the dream, but without success.  Finally, I got up, went to the kitchen, poured myself a strong one, and started my day. Ugh!!!

Thunderstorms

I bow to Heaven’s gate, as the bowels of Hell are opened.

Slowly rolling clouds of black, surround a sunless sky.

In the distance, the grumbling of Natures displeasure,

Tuned to the sound of menacing claps of explosives.

 

 Ever pounding against the sweet green grass below, the Earth, quakes,

And Hades displays, that it, too, holds the power to cause the  planets to quiver.

Slowly, intermittent sun, peeks through the forbidden sheets of black,

The destructive power wanes, and the eye of God once again prevails anew.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Christmas Past

Hi everyone. I hope your day is going as well as mine. I am curled up by the fireplace that I hardly ever use, with of course my favorite bottle of Vodka with cranberry.

I am actually a bit pensive today, just dreaming about some of my best Christmas experiences. I remember one Christmas Eve, I must have been about 5, our home was decorated to the nines, as my Daddy did so love Christmas, and the smell that came from our kitchen as Mom was making our Christmas dinner was AMAZING.

My dad was the most loving, and kind man on Earth. That year, he had called down to the City Mission, and invited all the homeless to visit US for a wonderful Christmas dinner.

Seriously, he did. One by one, there would be a knock at the door, and our home would quickly come alive with the wanton of our Society. Mom had prepared an amazing repast, Turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, green bean casseroles, freshly baked rolls, and of course a HUGE Figgy Pudding for dessert. OH MY!!!

I remember my daddy greeting the less fortunate at the door like they were all FAMILY, and he welcomed them ALL into our home. He would play Xmas songs on the piano while everyone would join in and sing. Good times.

People would eat and eat as my mom quickly replenished the food for everyone. Memories like this filled my soul full of joy, and they have transformed ME into a better Human being.

Oh sure, I still have my faults, but I ALWAYS remember the poor, and how happy they were, at least for a night when they regained their love for each other. To this day, I go to the mission, and invite the downtrodden for dinner. They are indeed the TRUE meaning of Christmas.

Sorry, I seemed to have rambled on a bit here, I do that after tipping a few pops. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed my Christmas past, and I urge you all to at least say a prayer this Holiday Season for those who are less fortunate than you. Believe me, you will be blessed 7 Times 7.

Good night, Happy Hanukkah, a very Merry Xmas to all.

 

 

 

The Coming Election

With the Presidential election only a few days away, the most important thing we can do as free Americans is vote. It really doesn’t matter whether you like Trump, Hillary, or Mini Mouse.

The important thing is that you have a RIGHT, and a DUTY to exercise that right, and cast your vote for whoever you want. There is NO whining after the election if you don’t cast your vote.

Please do the right thing come Election Day and cast your vote. Then, regardless of who wins, let’s come together as Americans, unite as one common core and support the process.

God bless our freedom, our democracy, and the United States of America.

 

 

 

The Struggle

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Oh ravaged wings of time,

Return me not to the trials and tribulations of demons past, but

Release me from the evils that play upon my mind.

Let my strength be my guide, and thy will, to be my sword.

 

While the fruit of nature’s poison tempts my very soul,

Let me be steadfast and true to my body’s innocence.

Guide me along the path of righteousness,

And release me from the evils of a bygone time.

 

Carry me upon thy wings,

And secure my spirit with thy grace.