We are such weenies... really we are.

I love looking at this view of the earth...  Kind of puts me right in my place.   I need that every so often as I tend to get really caught up in my own story and my own woes.  There are much bigger things brewing in the Universe than what we could even imagine in our underdeveloped beaners.  And thank heaven for that! (hee hee, I made a funny!)

This is a mandering post.  I just feel the need to communicate, but am not ready yet to sit down and tell the story of our latest adventure here at Chez Levi.  So, I'm just going to spew nuggets at ya'll and hope that it satisfies me need to report. 

I figured out a name for my coaching business, which is a huge relief!  Now I can begin the paperwork to get my business license and start making some damn money!  That's what I'm talkin about!  I wish I could tell you all what it is... not because it's so great or anything, but because I think it's rude to mention something like that, and then "leave a bitch hangin" as my dear pal SB would say.  The reason I can't is because it isn't mine yet, and since most of the names I wanted were already taken, I think it's best to leave this one under my hat till it's official.    So, this is exciting stuff for me.  In addition to embarking on a new and creative and hopefully prosperous endeavor, I am learning a lot about how I sabotage myself mentally and emotionally whenever I get close to realizing something I want.  I always suspected I did this, but now it's undeniable.  This is good because at least I know what I am dealing with, no?  It's just fascinating to stay present during my process.  It's quite a new experience for me, and I like it.  I usually barrel through life like a bull in a china shop!  Seriously.

Harley is good.  He is having doughnuts with Dad's today at his school.  Very exciting stuff!  I'm sort of proud of the fact that he doesn't really even know what a doughnut is.  He's never really even seen one before.  I'm not anti-doughnut mind you.  I like a good dunkin doughnut as much as the next guy... especially if there is dark chocolate frosting involved, but...  there is just way too much sugar in our lives today, and so the last thing I need is for my 4 year old to be begging me for a lard-ball boiled in grease and covered with confection.  I have it on good authority from a friend of mine, who used to race plastic boats in the dunkin doughnut batter mix, that this is what doughnuts are.  I believe him.  He never touched em, except to make them.  So, I'm hoping Harley has fun, while not getting himself indoctrinated into the cult of the sugary lard-ball society.  (We have enough to handle trying to keep his consumption of organic lollipops, licorice and cereal bars to a reasonable level.)  Oh, and let's not forget cookies.  No, these are not organic!

Red, my old man, has just picked up some unexpected free lance work.  That is always a blessing. So our hearts are joyful about that.

Sunday, I went to visit my best friend, nick named Little Bear (LB) at the correctional facility where he lives.  ) Please visit his blog)  We gave each other many nick names over the years, because that's what we do.  This is his Native American name.  We use them way more than our real names and now his real name seems weird to me.  I like Little Bear much better and it suits him.  He LOOKS like a little bear!  I swear it!  My NA name is Dancing Cougar, or DC.  And since I couldn't tell you the name of my business, I will throw in our porn names at no extra charge!  His is BD Winslow, and mine is Nappy Alabama. (Don't ask!)  It's just good clean fun...  no animals were harmed in the creation of these names!  So, it was great to see him.  He is still having health issues which concern me, but we had a great time catching up.  I wish there was a way to let people know, REALLY KNOW what prison is like.  I mean you hear a lot of stuff and see lots of stuff on tv, and really, you don't KNOW the half of it till you have to deal with these bastards on a real day to day level how messed up it is at its core.  And there seems to be no governing body to watchdog it, that is not some how an extension of it.  The COs (guards) get away with assault and murder, literally.   Oh, don't worry, the guards who murdered Frank Valdez, who beat him TO DEATH, they did get fired.  Damn, that's some justice, no?  Well, before I totally spiral, my point was that this goes on and on, and there aren't many who care enough, because the inmate population is largely judged to be scum, and are not even considered human by some.   Also, there are so many things in life to care about in life, why waste time with people who fucked up?  So, you see, it's hard for me to know he lives in that place.   The good new is, that besides scaring the bejesus out of me, that place FORCES me  to realize how blessed I am... SHOVES IT RIGHT IN MY FACE!  How simple human contact, freedom of movement and good food ~ just a few of the things which we all take for granted, are such blessings.  

And on that happy note, I hope you all have a lovely week.  :-p   I mean it!!  I am planning on doing the same, and counting my many MANY blessings.

Peace,

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