This is the only day that will be Pi both forward and backward until the next millennium.  Seeing all the hype on the internet (thanks Facebook and Twitter) makes me wonder how they will announce it the next time around.  What kind of technology will be prevalent at the time?  And where will humans be living when they see it?  Will we finally move into space and inhabit other planets and moons?  Will there still be a United States or a Europe or will borders change as economies crumble?  What will be the prevalent religion?  Will there even be religion?  Will people even still believe in God or will they have found something else to focus upon?  Oh my word, so much to think about, to imagine, like all those numbers in Pi itself.  Whew!  Well, in honor of the name given to the ratio of the circumference of a circle to the diameter, I am going to make a pie...cherry to be exact, which will give me time to ponder those questions put forth earlier, as well as enjoy a most delicious dessert.  Have a happy Pi day!  Peace, Love and π!!!

White smoke billowed out of the Vatican chimney indicating that the Conclave had elected a new pope.  Bells rang and the crowds cheered.  And then he was introduced to his sheep, Pope Francis I.  Argentinian born and part of the Jesuit sect, he is known as a humble and compassionate man, probably exactly what the Catholic Church needs after dealing with so much public scandal for the last month, let alone the last decade.  I'm sure the Catholics are hoping that is the case as they keep their fingers crossed while genuflecting.  But, not being a Catholic, rather not being religious at all, the process seems more like a theater production to me.  Catholics don't really follow the rules put forth by the Vatican (at least not the Catholics I know) so why continue with the charade? And why did the last Pope resign?  Talk about smoke....and mirrors.  I only which that the United States Congress would take a page from this Conclave and balance the budget in the 48 hours.  Talk about a miracle.....

 

It's a dark and gloomy day here in Central New Jersey.  What better time to immerse oneself into music of one kind or another.  I've been perusing my favorite artists on Youtube while wishing MTV still played videos.  Or better yet, VH1 which focused on soft rock and golden oldies.  Now all you can find on these channels is "reality TV" which is so far from reality it should be called "imagination TV" or "you can't possibly believe this shit TV".  But that's another blog entirely.

As the rain falls in sheets outside my window I crave the sultry sounds of such artists as Amy Winehouse, Joss Stone, and Paloma Faith.  Their voices spill over me like warm caramel on cold ice cream.  Winehouse's duet "Body and Soul" done with Tony Bennett is fantastic and an all-time favorite.  I almost wish Bennett wouldn't sing so much so I could listen to Winehouse's smokey sounds.  Faith's "Let Your Love Walk In" is another good one.  Though her voice is still young and has yet to reach the truly dark, sultry tones of her contemporaries, she is on the right path.  Now, Joss Stone brings to mind the soul music of the 60's and 70's, and her voice just oozes sex.  But no one can beat Adele with her vocalization that bends and cracks around her songs, the words that flow together and meld into such an erotic sound.  Her "Skyfall" brings goosebumps to my skin and makes my senses hunger for more.  These women, so young, yet their voices so mature, so sizzling, so torrid.  Yes, it's a nice way to spend a rainy Tuesday afternoon.

I dreamed about my mother again last night. She has been a large part of my nocturnal visions this entire week.  Sometimes she's in her 30's or 40's and sometimes she's 90 plus, which is very strange since she died before she hit 80.  Last night we were in a living room, similar to the one in Beaufort only bigger with higher ceilings.  She was very old but wanted new curtains and we were looking at fabric.  I remember the colors green, pink, pale blue, and amber.  I also remember her putting her hand on mine and thinking, "when did your hands get so old?"  But most of all, I also remember feeling safe when she touched me... then I awakened.

It is amazing how one's mind works while in an unconscious state.  The way it takes little forays into the past and mingles it with the present.  What causes these images to appear in our subconscious?  Is it the spirits of these past lives that come to invade our dreams, letting us know, in some way, that they are still with us?

Sometimes I dream about my ex-husband.  I used to be crying and screaming, but anymore it's him coming back to me and leaving again and me feeling very relieved.  It is funny because I rarely think about him when I'm awake unless it's to catch a glimpse of him in my son's face.

I would like to know what all these strange visions mean.  I have read that water has to do with emotions and what the water looks like is what you are dealing with at the moment; ie. muddy water is unclear emotions, calm waters are calm emotions, etc.  It is also stated in several dream interpretations websites that dreaming of "mother" is in direct correlation with nurturing.  This may be true because I have been the caregiver for Angelo this last six months and I have always had a nurturing soul.  But I am uncertain as to the real reasons why we dreams specific things.  What I do know is I miss my mother very much, especially now, and I look forward to our nightly visits.  I almost want to go to sleep early just so that I may see her again

Having a very conservative partner who follows closely the words of Gingrich and Krauthammer and yet being a moderate liberal and lover of the arts who reads the Washington Post and Huffington Post, the tug of war that goes on in my head it constant.  Mind you, when Angelo talks politics and the Obama-nation of today I take what he says with a grain of salt, but his words are becoming more and more believable.  Unfortunately, liberal media only seems to post pro-Obama propaganda while the right heads in just the opposite direction.  It amazing since the subject is the same in both cases.  I must admit that the voices of Gingrich and Krauthamer are becoming more and more coherent in this world of bombastic rhetoric.

WHAT?  Newt Gingrich you say?  That man is evil!  He has no morals!  He's been married 3 times and he cheated on his wives!  Well, you know what I found out about Mr. Gingrich?  He has been married three times, and the first time was, in fact, to his teacher.  Yes, his high school teacher.  She would've been arrested today for having that relationship.  His second wife married him to be involved in the political world.  She liked the clout it gave her and would not hear of a divorce.  It was a very unhappy marriage.  As for his new wife, she appears to be very good for the man, and it seems they compliment each other.  A very devout Catholic, Gingrich has embraced her religion and tries to live by its dictates.  Of course, being a woman and a freethinking one at that, this is not necessarily a plus for the Newt, but it does show that he is loyal to his spouse.   And besides that, it was Gingrich that helped balance the budget working very closely with President Clinton during his second term in office.  But what I like about Newt more than any of this is no one likes him, or rather NO POLITICAL PARTY likes him.  He's too outspoken, he's too smart, and he doesn't seem to put up with the arrogance that has infested the present government.  And I like the fact that the wool cannot be pulled over his eyes, he's on top of what's going on in the government today.  Yeah, I think I'll keep my eye out for him next go round!