Others may send blog posts to help the cause here...

Good news for me: Others of the circle of companions I blog with might send me posts from their weblogs to republish here to help out with the cause - raising funds for our transformational shamanic outreach through blogging. No one has extra moments for more blogging nowadays. Our organization, Shamanic Shift Center (of Companions Circle) opened an adsense account a while ago and we were not using it, except for the search bars some of our weblogs and website. Why not give this a whirl?

My T.V. for today...the many folks at the airport doing their bests to fly out of town and the equal numbers waiting for someone or more to wing in...Always there are several perplexed ones, pivoting around on one foot, vaguely staring off 1000 yards or so, cell phone clutched against a favorite ear. 'But the board says on time...and 'you people should put up a sign'...and 'once we go in we can't come back out, right?'
(Oh Yeah, correct...once you go in there you have to stay in there forever!)
'Does this picture look anything like me?'...'I already showed my ID downstairs - I have to show it again?' 'Every airport is different...why is that?'

Warren showed up and waited all afternoon to pick up his girlfriend but she had missed her flight from Atlanta and would not return until Tuesday. 'I can tell you this relationship ain't gonna work out...even though I do love her...I paid for her whole vacation and didn't get so much as a thank-you...And now today I take off work early to come here and meet her...after my jaw was broken...after I got jumped...after my car broke down...This may be the blessing in disguise that changes my life again...She doesn't like motorcycles anyway...motorcycles are my whole life!' It was a quiet day at the airport, overall.

For me, a fool on purpose and wise woman in perpetual apprencticeship every moment of direct connecting with the everyday divine is marvelously miraculous and infinitely precious. Life is such a beautiful gift tree, and all the presents so weirdly and [url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/It's_a_Wonderful_Life]wonderfully[/url] wrapped, I can't stop myself most days from dancing down the street all the way home.