I have a habit of appointing myself timekeeper for other ppl and when the schedule gets too packed with reminding them of stuff they may not need to be reminded of, I feel overwhelmed.  Add to that type A display, I just had a sudden snowball of unexpected work that changed the timing of a very tightly scheduled magazine delivery week.  The schedule changed with every phone call and text.  So far it’s worked itself out and one changed appointment has dovetailed into the next perfectly. Despite my aggravation, I was attracting a good result.  Today was my only truly free day where I don’t have to do any work, yet I’d told a friend I’d be their transportation at noon and again at sundown.  Then suddenly I had to arrange for a friend to meet me at a work project at 10am, which turned into 11:30am.  Ok, that one done, finished by noon, on to the next.  I began again stressing over the obligations at noon and sundown. I wanted to go home, take some valerian root and Hyland’s Calm’s Forte (natural sleep aids) and have a festival of sleep.  I am feeling underslept. That is how anxiety begins to manifest on me. I can either sleep more or I can change my perception of how much sleep I need and how much rest I’m actually getting. Continue reading →

Last night I was watching the reality show Welcome To Sweetie Pie’s where Tim’s wife planned a big party under the guise of their son’s first birthday party, then berates Tim – on his busiest work day – for being late. That seems selfish to me. At least let the guy have input as to when and where If he’s gotta be there.  I wrote on Facebook: “I am judging her for trying to manipulate his time using guilt about having time with their child as an excuse. What does that say about me?”

It’s a beautiful, cool night. I just came in from sitting outside at the firepit. No fire, just me at the edge of the woods under the moonless sky, listening to the critters scuffling about in the brush. I sit right off their trail, so when I’m still, they caravan right past me. Now time to work for awhile. If I owe you a call or email or text, bear with me… it won’t be long.

Gary "Mr. Z" Zajak

Mr. Z has BEEN the blues music at WFIT for as long as many can remember, 22 years for me. Come on out and show your support for Gary Zajac aka Mr. Z, who was diagnosed in June 2012 with Mantle Cell Lymphoma. The benefit concert takes place at Lou’s Blues Upstairs on Sunday, November 11th from 7 p.m. to closing. The show features the Josh Miller Blues Revue, the Sauce Boss Bill Wharton and the Space Coast Playboys. Mr. Z’s Benefit Blues Concert is sponsored by Brevard Live Magazine, Brevard Music Aid and Lou’s Blues. A $10 donation is suggested.

Mr. Z live in the WFIT studio

“The blues ain’t nothing but a good man feelin’ bad“. Let’s all join together to make Mr. Z feel real good!

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Thinking, tangling shadows in the deep solitude.
You’re also far, ah farther than anyone else.
Thinking, releasing birds, fading images,
burying lamps.
Bell Tower of mists, what far, up there!
Drowning cries, grinding bleak hopes,
taciturn Miller,
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I got a nice compliment today. A friend said they’d been looking for a book to catch their attention, something to ignite an interest in them. We began speaking about this book and that, and they said, “See? All I had to do was talk to you.” One book was Accepting Your Power To Heal; The Personal Practice of Therapeutic Touch by Delores Krieger.  When I reconnected in 2003 with my brother after 37 years, I sent him the book. His wife had a diabetic ulcer on her foot that was very slow healing. He began doing Therapeutic Touch every day and in 30 days she saw the doctor again and he was surprised and asked what she had been doing. She said Jerry’s been doing T-Touch and even in Easley, SC the doctor had heard it was a valid modality.

The other book was Sorcerer’s Apprentice by Amy Wallace. Amy is the daughter of bestselling author Irving Wallace, and she recounts the 27 years she knew and interacted with Castaneda and his self proclaimed “Witches,” from the time she first met him at age 16 to the time from the early 90s until Castaneda’s death in April ’98 when she was one of his lovers and a member of his inner circle.

I met with a friend today I haven’t seen in 22+ years and we had fun chatting in the sunshine facing the ocean outside Starbucks in Indialantic.  Afterward, I posted on Facebook, “Hey you handsome dawg, it was good hanging in the sunshine wit ya. You totally look the same as 22 years ago. We’ll find some mischief to get into real soon, k? In the meantime, I’ll inundate your phone with text msgs. Shall we entertain the notion of an unsatisfying fling that leaves us both filled with regret and dread, or would you prefer a slow, soul crushing descent into psychological torture?  And where is my recipe for bunny stew?” Of course referring Fatal Attraction where the Glenn Close character is the scorned lover stalking Michael Douglas’ family and hastening the re-incarnation of the family pet.  I was joking, of course, Joe and I have similar sense of humor. Continue reading →