~December 2017 – New Jersey’s Snow Report ~

Good Afternoon to All of You from New Jersey Land!!!

I hope that all of you have had a pleasant weekend.  What did you do in your neck of the woods?
As some of you know, we here on the East Coast of the USA were hit with a December to remember unusual snowstorm.  It had stretched as far as Louisiana and the Northern tip of Florida, all the way up to New England.  And, what a beautiful snowfall it was.  
Here are some of the photos from last night, and first thing this morning.  (Some of the evening pics were posted last night, so please forgive me if you have already seen them).

This was taken directly outside the townhouse last night around 10-10:30pm, we had already gotten at least 5 inches by this point.

This pine tree that sits outside my bedroom window was just covered.  It reaches far past the second floor.

Off in the distance, there we a few townhomes with Christmas lights glowing through the fallen snow.  It was breathtaking.
Around 1am-ish, the crews were outside clearing the parking lot and walkways, and thank goodness they added plenty of rock salt to prevent anyone from slipping and breaking their necks.  We had gotten a total of 6 & 1/2 inches of snow last night.  Doesn’t that pine look amazing?
Another photo from my bedroom window first thing this morning…  I so love when the sunlight catches the snow and ice atop the branches.  

Here is a pic of the backyard.

And, this little girl here is “Pinky”, my roommate’s dog.  Whom which, I consider my niece. 


By this point, she is looking up at me with her doe eyes, indicating…  “Yo, Aunt Beck!  Enough of the picture taking, my toes are frozen.”  LOL!!!  🙂
So, that is just a glimpse of what New Jersey got yesterday.  The Weather Channel is reporting we might get more of the white stuff again by Wednesday.  –  “I sure hope not.”  I always love the first snowfall of Winter but after that, I’m not impressed anymore.  LOL!!!
So, who else received snow this past weekend?  Please share your photos, and tell me where you are from.  Love to see your neck of the woods!!!
Have a great rest of the day!
Take Care & God Bless!





Daily Prompt: Varnish ~ My Version of “The Wizard of Oz”

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  Love kills

The Tins man had forgotten to give the Tinman a heart, as the story goes.
One day he was in the forest chopping wood when it began to rain,
and his metal exterior became rusted and tarnished.
There, the Tinman remained frozen in place,
until one fine day, Dorothy and the Scarecrow happened upon him.
“Erl” the Tinman murmured from his rusted lips… “Erl.”
Scarecrow scratched his head when he questioned,
“Dorothy, who the hell is Earl??”
You see, the Scarecrow didn’t have a brain…
As Dorothy glanced around she saw the oil can sitting on a stump.
“He needs Oil!”, she exclaimed; “Hurry!”
They passed the oil can about, a squirt, squirt here and there,
applying oil to the Tinman’s mouth and limbs.
The Tinman then explained how he was built without a heart. 
 After the Tinman’s performance,
“We’re off to see the Wizard,  The Wonderful Wizzard of Oz!”
skipping their way down the yellow brick road.
Along the way, they came across the Cowardly Lion
They, of course, invited him along; 
Hell, couldn’t just leave the scaredy cat behind.
Skipping their way down the yellow brick road…
“We’re off to see The Wizard, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz!”
After fending off the Wicked Witch of the East, from beyod every corner,
they finally reached The Emerald City.
green                                                                                                                                                                                 More  A glorified Spa cleaned up their new guest in preparation for meeting The Wonderful Wizzard of Oz.  Dorothy and The Cowardly Lion had their hair curled up, The Scarecrow stuffed with new hay and the Tinman got buffed up with new varnish, to display a new shiny exterior of a man.
As Dorothy, Scarecrow, Tinman, and Cowardly Lion entered the hall in which the Wonderful Wizzard’s bulging, angry head danced upon the fire, he bellowed he would grant them their wishes, if only they killed off the Wicked Witch of The East, and bring back proof.  
As a kid, the Wicked Witch scared Liza Jane. She couldn't watch the movie until she was a teenager.
So, off they went down that damn yellow brick road once again singing, “We’re off the see the bitch that wicked old witch!”  
It wasn’t an easy task to beat flying monkeys and the troops at the gate, in fact, they all got cornered in a compromised place within the wicked old castle.  
Okay, this is where it gets a bit sketchy to me;  why was there a bucket of water on this landing?  I haven’t got a clue, but quick thinking struck when the Wicked Witch of The East set Scarecrow ablaze, Dorothy picked up the mystery bucket of water to put out the flames but hit the Wicked old witch as well.  There the Wicked Old Witch of The East scream out, “I’m melting! I’m melting!” 
“Yay!  The wicked old biddy was finally dead!”  They all sang out loud; as they pranced their way back to the Wizard of Oz to grant them all their wishes.
By now,  those damn ruby red slippers were forming blisters on Dorothy’s tired feet, as they scurried up the yellow stone cobble road. 
Dorothy's Ruby Slippers -"The Wizard of Oz", 1939.  °  They finally reach the Emerald City and Toto uncovers ‘The Myth, The Man’; that creepy old Wizzard that promised them that he would grant them their wishes.  Scarecrow got his degree, Tinman, a heart beating necklace, and Lion a medal of courage.  
Dorothy, on the other hand, was left to cry only wishing she could go home,  back to her Aunty Em, but the Wizard couldn’t perform his last wish.
Ah, the translucent bubble drifted downward from the skies above, and Glenda The Good Witch explained to her… “Silly little ninny, you were wearing these magic ruby red slippers after you killed off the Wicked Witch of the West, weren’t you even listening to me at the beginning of the movie?  You could have been out of here already, if only you listened back then.  All you have to do is click your heels, and repeat after me:  “There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home, and you’ll leave this colorful place, and return to the dust bowl you refer to as home.”
Dorothy then said her goodbyes to her traveling companions.  Scarecrow wished he didn’t have a brain to feel the pain, Lion balled his eyes out, and Tinman’s heart began to break and tarnish all over again.  She handed him his oil can and told him to pick up more WD-40, and lube up. 
Dorothy hugged them all goodbye, clicked her blistered feet encased in her ruby red slippers and repeatedly said;  “There’s no place like home, There’s no place like home” and she had awakened back in black and white with Aunty Em, and family surrounding her.   
 ¿Quién no recuerda la celebre frase "Toto, creo que ya no estamos en Kansas"? Expresión que da inicio a las aventuras que viven Dorothy y su perrito Toto en el clásico filme El Mago de Oz, cuando, ...

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December 5, 2017: ~ The Calm After The Storm; Does Barometric Pressure Affect Anxiety? ~

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Hello, my dear friends…  How are you today?  I don’t know why, but I always enjoy asking the following question;  How is the weather in your neck of the woods?  I have a point to this question I have asked.  I really I do.  🙂
As some of you know, I had experienced a pretty rotten anxiety attack last night.  I think I was pretty much fighting it from the time I had gotten out of bed yesterday.  The strange thing was, was that I wasn’t thinking or ruminating over anything at all, other than trying to figure out the “Why?” am I feeling this way.  

Feeling Shaky - Not in Control! Existing with Fibromyalgia.. (Art by Laurence Demaison)

Yesterday’s weather was strange here in New Jersey.  For early December, it had reached 60 degrees and it was so humid.  The meteorologist said there would be rain later in the day.  Seems pretty uneventful, right?  Well, what followed soon after it began to rain is when the anxiety took a strong-hold on me.  The tension in my neck and shoulders added to extreme pain in my chest, I felt this crippling sensation.  The more I was trying to figure out what had triggered this event, the more anxious I was becoming.  What the hell was triggering this?
It is very rare for me to break down and take a valium, but I simply broke.  This was after I tried mindfulness and breathing techniques to no avail, but I was overtaken by the grip it had on me.  Once I had taken that little pill, 20 minutes later I was off the ledge.  I read other peoples blogs to keep me focussed and in the present moment which helped a great deal…  So, many thanks to all of you for posting some fine writing.
Afterwards, I laid down to unwind by watching Netflix and wondered to myself, ‘Did the weather play a role in my anxiety attack?’  Seriously?  I knew that seasonal changes could affect depression, right? 

Waiting for the Sunday night train from Camelot.  (via hungariansoul)

This morning, after I had awakened I still felt sore from tensing up last night, but I really wanted to answer my own question of; ‘Did the rain affect my anxiety last night? ‘  –  “Okay Google, answer this one for me, please?”
Seasonal changes do affect depression and believe it or not, the barometric pressure attributes to anxiety.  Who would have thought that the barometric pressure could cause an anxiety attack?  I sure as hell didn’t.  I learned something new today.  Yay!  I love learning new things, just not by experiencing them.  😦
Although, this was considered a myth once upon a time because Winter usually triggers with upcoming holidays, colder weather, and sicknesses… It was later proven that it not only affects those who are inflicted with depression, it also strikes people with severe anxiety disorders as well.
I didn’t just go by what I read, I also went back to previous journals that I have kept over the last few years, and there it was in my own handwriting… “Today is so utterly grey and overcast, the damn weather report says we are supposed to get snow tonight.  I hate that white shit!  I feel crappy as it, and I hate this fucking cold.  My whole body feels so fucking tense, and I don’t know why.  Thank God I see Frances (psychiatrist) next week, she’s gonna have to do something about this overwhelming feeling, but I know if she gives me new meds, I’ve gotta wait a couple of weeks before the damn meds finally kick in.  I fucking hate this shit!  Oh fuck it, I may as well lay down and hope this passes on its own. – Later.” –  February 2016.
Funny, I hadn’t had a clue that the weather was contributing to feeling like crap.  Not just the season, but the actual weather was messing with me.   A winter wonderland
Oh, goody!  The weather channel is calling for snow starting late Friday evening into Saturday.  The timing couldn’t be better…  I see my psychiatrist next week.  “Here we go again, I might have to have my meds adjusted to deal with the barometric pressure.  I certainly don’t want to be reliant on valium, that’s for sure.
Okay, so, I want to hear from those who have experienced this feeling, and how you overcome it?  Please share with me.  Thank you, in advance.
In the meantime, I am going to close for now.  I do hope all of you are doing well and hope that you are having a good day.  🙂
Take Care & God Bless!






Daily Prompt: Saintly ~Gods Cathedral~

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As some of you know, I am not a religious woman nor saintly.  I lean towards spirituality by nature than any one denomination. Please don’t misunderstand me,  I do believe in God; I simply don’t need a church in order to praise him.  
In my opinion, and this is strictly (my opinion alone), I view nature as a place of worship.  By simply taking a walk through the woods, I allow myself to feel the earth under my feet. It may it be a sturdy dirt path or, lined with fallen pine needles to cushion the floor below.  My Senses are in tune with the scents that I breathe in, may it be the pine trees or wild honeysuckle.  The feeling of touching moss on river rock while listening to a babbling brook… As I stroll through this forest, I feel as if this is God’s natural Cathedral.  A place that I can speak to him freely, and feel mother earth encompass my every emotion.  
I also view the kindness of strangers being God’s way of sending down his army of angels to help and guide me through times of trouble.  Prime example;  Natures disasters, and people from all walks of life come to the need of others for their support to rebuild, or to simply listen to one’s plight.  This is the beauty of human nature touching another’s soul.
You see, I don’t require being surrounded by four walls and worshiping at a set time schedule during the week to praise God.  This green earth and oceans of blue are God’s natural cathedral built for me and you.  
 Pine trees



~ The Crystal Ball ~

Incredibly beautiful and rare French crystal ball on stand circa 1900 from DC member Doe and Hope

Oh, crystal ball,

what do you see?

would you give me a glimpse

somewhere in time,

of what the future has in store for me?


My days are filled with dreams,

nights full of visions.

Emotions trapped inside –

a mental prison,

I plead for release.


Oh, crystal ball,

I can’t cry anymore,

my tears have turned to dust.

I long for a heart that

I can trust.


Oh, crystal ball,

How can I prepare myself?

will I have the strength to

let my guard down, or

will my heart remain on a shelf?


Oh, crystal ball,

what do you see?

I lean in a bit closer, but

all that I see is a 

reflection of me –