A Lie, Is A Lie

Remember the game we used to play as children, you tell one person a story and when it gets to the last person, the story had changed. It was to teach us not to believe gossip because the true story gets lost in the telling.



There is also something that they needed to teach, when one person tells a lie to ten people and those ten tell ten, it is still a lie. No matter how many times it is told it is a lie, it will not and can not, ever become the truth. Because a lie is a lie, no matter how many times its told.


Take care, everyone :)

I Get By With A Little Help From My Friends

Darlene from Darlene's Hodgepodge sent this to me. The words touched my heart so much I wanted to share so it can touch your heart also :)

When I am having a hard day all of you from blogland lift my heart. My spirits soar with just a click away. Thank you :)

Penrose's, Chew's & Baber's

We watched the new Robin Hood & Prince of Persia movies. They both are great, I think this Robin Hood is the closest to the real truth than any other. Both movies had 2 things in common: destiny & karma. I'd like to share with you my own family's destiny & karma.



The Penrose's, Chew's & Baber's are old English families. All 3 were knights of the Crusades, all 3 were knights of the templar, all 3 lived in the Somerset/Bristol area. Penrose & Baber were physcians of King Richard & King John. The 3 families had a bond that would expand for centuries, without some of them even knowing it.


In the 1600's Penrose & Chew would leave England. Penrose to Philadelphia, Chew to Maryland. Chew would sell his manor called "Chew Manor" to Baber. The manor has kept its name to this day. The Baber family would fall into displeasure with the power that ruled England, one family was allowed to stay & keep Chew Manor while the others were sent to Virginia, New Zealand & Austrilia.


The Penrose & Chew families would unite in marriage, my grandfather & grandmother. The Baber family would go from Virginia to South Carolina then to Colorado.



In the 1950's my father being a Chew/Penrose would become friends with Frank Baber & his sister Zona. After my fathers death, it was Frank Baber that would take me as his foster daughter & raise me.



The Penrose, Chew & Baber family circle completed. I believe in destiny, tho I do not know its reason.

The Dark Cloud Has Lifted

picture courtesy of John Crossley

In 1972 a woman in California shared a dream she had of Colorado Springs, Colorado. A black cloud covered Pikes Peak and the whole city. What she did not know was at the same time, the city of Colorado Springs told the American Indians in the region, that they could no longer have their pow wow's at the Garden Of the Gods.

The Garden of the Gods had always been the sacred gathering place for the Indians for over 3,400 years. Complaints had come in from residents about the drumming and that the grass & flowers had been trampled. The drumming part is true, the other is not. To this day no one can find the names of those complaints. I know why those complaints were made and who was behind them but that is another story. Today, I tell the story of victory.

After 32 years, on September 25th (my wedding anniversary also), the Garden of the Gods had it's first pow wow. before the pow wow began, the American Indians had to make it sacred once more.

Eugene Redhawk lifted his gourd, shook it and moved across the dry grass in the dance of sanctification. Then came a procession of the American Indian flag of buffalo and eagle feathers, followed by other flags including the flag of the United States.

Once the the grounds were blessed they danced, the drums beat and healing of our land and city began. Sandy Turcotte, a Chippewa Indian said, "This is a healing step, its the first healing step I've seen in a long time." Sebrena Forrest, a Mohawk said, "This feels like coming home again."

Being born in this city and seeing what has happened to it, I dance the dance of VICTORY. To long have we been in darkness, a dark cloud covering our lands. The Garden of the Gods, is once more sacred ground where the American Indian can come with the song and dance of healing.

Our city will once more be blessed.

A Real Man

A real man is a woman's best friend.
He will never stand her up
and never let her down.
He will reassure her when she feels insecure
and comfort her after a bad day.



He will inspire her to do things she never thought
she could do:
to live without fear and forget regret.
He will enable her to express her deepest emotions
and give in to her most intimate desires.
He will make sure she always feels as though
she is the most beautiful woman in the room
and will enable her to be the most confident,
sexy, seductive and invincible.




No,
wait..........sorry......I'm thinking of wine.


It's wine that does all that...............


Never mind.