Scorpio (Oct. 23 - Nov 21)

Ever been around that man or women who expells fearless confidence. When in their company you feel the strength of ten men, you could conquer the world, travel the world or run the world. That is the Scorpio personality. A strong sign for both sexes. They are the peer pressure that may influence your life even if you are a strong individualist.

A Scorpio man is all man, and the female is a man in feminine attire. Very sexy and attractive the females are, some even appearing sweet and naive. Appearing is the key word with her, her strength of sure will and control is very masculine.

Scorpios are exciting, entertaining, and great conversationalists. Though they like a sense of ownership of everything in their lives, from their spouse to their friends. Very loyal to both, unless they feel a threat of you selling yourself out to others. Oh do be careful, just as the insect they can injure others when their emotional stability is toyed with.

Scorpios have little time for idle chit-chat, time spent in great conversation is for a purpose. They will somehow benefit from all interactions or they won't bother.

Quick, and with strong insight, they can achieve financial success easily, though they need to be challenged and paid properly for their services or they will cross the street to work for your compeitition. They learn quickly so don't offer to review things, as they have no proplem approaching you with future questions or suggestions.

In romance, a Scorpio is all about attracting the opposite sex, even after marriage they find a sense of power in alluring the other sex. Once they find their mate, it becomes a very passionate relationship, in all areas. What they do with that power depends more on their moral standard then their sign.

The Scorpio can do a variety of things, and the women perfer the company of men. The weakness in most women causes a lack of respect within female friendships.
In health the Scorpio must be in tune to their emotional highs and lows. As they can either be constructive or destructive internally. They need the company of others. A Scorpio sitting alone night after night can easily fall into a deep rut of depression. They cannot stand their own company. Often risk-takers they do not eat properly, drive sensibly, or sleep enough. They run their own bodies down easily, and will suffer from headaches (extreme) stomach distress, and chronic fatigue.

One thing to remember in the company of a Scorpio is they will never tell all, secrets are always lurking. As a result never try to pry too deep, as their stinger is always on guard.

The Importance of Purpose

Without purpose in our lives there is no will to live. The more purpose we have and create the longer and more fullfilling our lives become. Though it is the right purpose that we will prosper. Knowing what our purpose is the continual questioned journey of our lives.
Many of us go through life unknowingly, always looking for purpose and answers to our existance. Some how we get caught up in the wealth measurement of life, over looking the simple humanistic needs. Our attempts to survive pay day to pay day are not fullfilling thus we move into the collection of material wealth. We strive for more, collecting wealth and materials to give pleasure to our existance. This pleasure is short lived and we move on wanting more, working for more, spending more and saving for more. Even the rich and famous find the pleasures of there success limiting to there overall happiness. HELLO! Ever wonder why your holiday to Brazil or your new SUV does not carry your contentment into the next decade of your life?
This is something that festers with me. Even as a child, I despised our cultural nature of accumlating stuff. Although I faulter in this area as we all do, I have come to realize that my soul requires more.
I need to have a purpose of attainment of simple humanitarian qualities. I want to be rich in generousity, kindness. I want my accounts filled with friends and family. My treasures of knowledge and talent. My jewels made from honesty and virtue.
Somehow if my life has this purpose, and I strive to accumulate these riches I shall always have purpose. I shall see my sidewalk turn to gold. The rain drops fall like diamonds. The sun shine like silk, and flowers bloom of rubies. My richness in my soul can never be overspend and I shall share it with the world. No fear of it overspending, no interest being paid. For this investment is a sure thing. Don't you agree?

"She is happiest who hath power to gather wisdom from a flower."
-Mary Howitt

Let us not over look the simple beauty in our lives. As all we have and shall need are placed before us. It is society and culture that creates our discontent.
Enough said. Now go forth lovingly.

The Issue with Issues

I have recently been overwelmed with the discussions of issues. They seem to be present no matter where you are or the company you keep.
Issues on moral, issues on parenting, issues on human rights, or the issue of who's turn it is to wash dishes. Though somewhere between simple issues and more complex ones I had forgot to define the word. So I looked it up in the,"Websters Dick." To my surprise it's formal definition explains exactly how I've always felt about issues.

"Issues- 1. an act of flowing, going, or giving out. 2. a point of debate or discussion or dispute. 3. An outlet 4. to disagree"

So I now understand, although many profressors, academics, and lobby groups may have an issue with my interpertation of issues, they cannot debate,"The Websters Dick." (Dick is shorter than dictionary and makes me smile)
How I interpret issues. First, I have an issue with issues. How productive are issues? Who gets paid to come up with issues? How much time to people spend dealing with issues? And who's issue was it in the first place. How do we as a society benifit from these things called issues?
Issues to me are similar to that of the number system, having no beginning and no end. Although they are not all logical like numbers, and come to no sum or conclusion. They are an empty set, that take up an awful lot of television, and media space. They bombard our households, our office, environment, and personal relationships. They kill people, create war, disrupt our day to day lives, and make many people very angry and upset.
I personally have come to dislike issues of any kind, and I try to avoid them and the unhealthy havoc they create in my life. Ironically issues are sneaky and sly. They sneak up on you at the oddest times, turning our stomaches, and causing our mouths to shoot off like cannons. They can even cause us to raise a hand and lose our temper with no rational explanation.
So no matter how hard I try to avoid these nasty buggers, I always end up losing and find myself raising an issue that angers and upsets me. Often I'd like to find the jerk, (or dick) who invented issues, cause I have a issue to pick with him.
What's your issue?

Happy Birthday to me,
Happy Birthday to me,
Happy Birthday dear me,
Happy Birthday to me!

(pat,pat,pat on me head by me self)

Sugar, Starch and Me

I am truly amazed by the effects of foods we consume everyday. Two months ago I was struggling with fatigue, and frequent urination. Going to my family doctor he assured me it was lack of rest due to parenting and U.T.I. (urinary track infections). I left his office in doubt like I always do and decided my symptoms pointed in other directions.
I have always loaded my morning cup of coffee with sugar, a good energy fix to start my day, as well as eating large amounts of bread to fill me during busy days. This I decided was something that needed to change. It was an unhealthy lifestyle that had created a problem.
Amazingly within two weeks of cutting out my sugar fix, my U.T. problems ceased. Within a month my cronic fatique has disappeared into normal bouts of staying up to late regrets. My mood had changed for the better and my ability to deal with stress is remarkable. Not to mentain my ezema is starting to clear up.
Today in the last two months or so, I have lost weight, feel better, no longer have extreme starch cravings and can function without blowing up from exhastion. Amazing!
Though I am disappointed in myself, I have always ensured the kids avoid to much sugar, as I am well aware of the bodies need for a healthy diet and the effects of a high carb diet. Now why did it take me so long to change my ways? It just seemed like to much effort to alter my bad habits. Now if I can just quit smoking? How does diet affect you?

Planning The Wedding

I am in the planning stage of a wedding. Our wedding - after seven years together we have now decided to do the traditional affair. As the children are getting older and the family unit needs to be validated in our culturally refined society.

Though somewhat excited, I am also in conflict. As I write up the guest list, hunt for a dress, book the D.J and plan the day, I find myself feeling boxed.

As though I am packaging our family in fancy wrapping paper to present in front of our family and peers. Saying look at our lovely package, it is so lovely it must be perfect. How silly are weddings I think to myself.

People ask about the colors, the decorations, the cake and flowers. They seem to miss the point. Or have I lost myself in the wedding mafia.

My wedding without cultural reform would be abnormal, perhaps. I would like to give out invitations that stated how much people have influenced my life and my family. I would like to make them the stars of the show for blessing us with their love and support. The invitations would be 'Thank You' with no limit to those sent out.

I would like all people arriving to wear simple white cotton, and with fabric pens we would write a special autograph and note on everyone's toga. All of us looking alike no comparisions in our packaging.

I would like everyone to bring a plant, or potted flower, and all would leave with a different plant or flower as a gift of their value as people in our lives.

I would like to put uplifting quotes in all the party favors.
I would like to give a speech that would include all 150 guests, and brag about all the things I admire and respect, and love about them.

I would like my children to learn to appreciate the value of friends and family.

I would like all my guests to leave knowing that their existance is an important part of the magic of love, the magic we have. That they are gifts in themselves, that they have given my children, my husband, and myself, love and quality in life. For the love of a family, a mother and father to their children and to each other is an extension of the love that has raised them and surrounds them. Love can not exist independant of another.

So here I sit, planning the package, the colors, the decorations, the flowers, thinking to myself it will be okay because our family and those with whom we share our lives know the quality of the ourselves within that culturally-refined fancy wedding package. And those that don't, guess you'll miss the point.

What does a wedding mean to you?

The Trapper

In my life I have met many people, though only a handful of those folks sit in the cherished part of my mind holding a secret place in time. One such fellow was The Trapper. An old friend of my father's, he was a trapper that lived way deep into the northern woods of Alberta.

I remember my father packing up the family to go visit him one spring. It was not a normal trip, as my father loaded up the little lawn tractor and wagon on the back of the truck. We had to wear rubber boots and bring extra clothes, as my mother packed a larger cooler of food and toilet paper. We were not going camping. Just a day visit to a man in the bush. I was puzzled by the shear effort my father was making to go visit this old trapper.

We drove for what seemed forever untill all that was left for a road was a bush trail. Soon even that bush trail came to an end as the spring run off had washed the trail into a raging creek. That is when my father unloaded the garden tractor as us kids loaded up in the wagon, for a rough but interesting treck through the wilderness. Nothing but bush surrounded us but soon a clearing was visible and atop the trees we could see chimney smoke rising up over the evergreens. We had arrived.

There nestled in the deep of the woods was a one-room cabin, around it was a enormous wood pile, and the smell of campfire smoke. The Trapper hurried out to greet us with miles of smiles and hugs. This to me was a true fairy tale cottage. Inside the cabin he had a old wood stove made from old rain barrels, a big bed at the back of the cabin covered in fur blankets and the most original wood furnishings I had ever seen. He brought out a crib board and a deck of cards for us kids, but we spent our time looking in awe at the sights surrounding us. No time for cards when the wilderness surrounds you.

I don't remember much more of that visit, except the wonderful smells, and sights that we beheld. The old enamel cups and coffee pot, and the out door biffy and the Trappers welcoming smile.

As we headed home the sun was beginning to set, the howls of the coyotes, and the slap of giant bugs could be heard echoing through the forest. Hours later we arrived home, and all three of us girls were quick to ask in excitement when we could visit The Trapper again.

Years passed and The Trapper would come visit us every so often. It was then as I grew and listened to tales of his life in the wilderness that I came to admire him greatly. But it was not his cabin, his lifestyle, the isolation that made him a great man. It was his soul and spirit that made him an amazing man. I could see now, why my father went to such great length to visit such a great man.

And how many of us, would go to such great lengths to visit a friend?