To Errol is Human

Gadzooks.  In case we needed a reminder of just how twisted our cultural consciousness is, look no further than to the ubiquitous use of the "f" word in our conversations, in dialogue on TV and movies. and in our heads. It's not weird enough that we take this amazing, literally, life producing phenomenon that is coincidentally the source of such much pleasure-even ecstasy and turn it into the worst way to curse one another out. "What the "f...", "f..." you, "Hey buddy, turn off the "f...ing" ... ad nauseam, but, ironically, we can't use the "f" word on the public air waves. Talk about schizophrenic. Is it any wonder we are so polarized? Now, while I can attest to the fact that by putting those letters together in that particular order as a way to express frustration and anger can be very satisfying--for a second, I have a suggestion. Instead of defaulting to the "f" word when you're bent out

From Keys of Jeshua  by Glenda Green "All habits need review and examination." "Habits are to the body what judgments are to the consciousness. Both are deployed without further thought, and both prevent response and sensitivity to the truth of the moment. Both prevent change." Jeshua (Jesus) I recently had a very profound realization of this "truth."  For the past several years I have suffered from infections around my finger nails.  It is called paronychia. Working in the kitchen as a cook and dishwasher at Lupin Lodge along with cleaning bathrooms and yurts I was continually plagued by these painful infections. I tried everything to get rid of it--all kinds of salves, various gloves, cotton gloves within rubber gloves. I always wore gloves because I've always worn gloves when I wash dishes.  That has been my habit. A couple of weeks ago I stopped wearing gloves.  Guess what?  The paronychia is almost gone--certainly wa