Posted in Monday Musings, whatever!

Monday Musings…


Our fears are more numerous than our dangers,
and we suffer more in our imagination
then in reality.

I think this is true for most people.  I know my imagination can run amok at times.  It is smart to give thought to what we are doing and where we are going but we do have to be careful not to let the negative “maybe’s” take over. I am guilty of that but I am better than I used to be in controlling those crazy maybe’s. There are a lot of scary “what if’s” and “could happen’s” in life but there are also lots of wonders and delightful surprises.

Bad things can happen but more often good things happen.

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Dream or reality…

Three Line Tales, Week 32

A photo by Steven Wei.
photo by Steven Wei

Dream or Reality

Where am I, what am I doing, am I looking up or looking down?
Maybe this is one of those weird dreams I sometimes have
when I stay up too late watching stupid horror movies.
I just hope those lights and sirens coming this way
are part of a dream and I don’t really need…

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Posted in In Other Words (Quotes), someone said, Uncategorized, whatever!

Truth is best…

In Other Words…what I say

“Wanting to be liked can get in the way of truth.”
Delia Ephron


We all want to be liked for sure
and sometimes truth gets lost
when we are less than pure.
One day we will be caught
if we insist on the lie
and all will be for naught.
If we stray from where we started
in the land of reality and truth
our return will be as broken-hearted.
So, leave the lies behind you
with the empty wanting
and know friendship true.

In Other Words
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Thursday, sadness has it’s purpose…

Silly little girl.


  Sadness is meant to get your attention–not get you attention.

   Sometimes sadness is meant to get our attention so that we will be still and quiet.

Sadness makes us look for hope; and when we look for hope we find it. Then we can heal, become stronger, and more sensitive to our reality and the realities of others.

   Today, I am thankful that the sad times in my life have gotten my attention and made me see that one of the realities of life is that it isn’t all about me.

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Saturday, no fairytale here…

A Black Cat Book Review


Dear Cary by Dyan Cannon

Cary Grant saw Dyan Cannon on TV, liked what he saw and arranged to meet her.  She thought the meeting was about a possible role in one of his projects but it was purely personal for Cary.  Thus, the beginning of a romance and marriage destined to be anything but a fairytale.

Dyan and Cary had a whirlwind and world-wide romance. He did not want to get married and cautioned her about her desire to be married to him.  He was older than her father and had been married and divorced three times; and he admitted the failure of the marriages was his fault.  But the thought of having a family won him over; they married and had a daughter, Jennifer. 

Not long after Jennifer’s birth Cary’s need to control every aspect of their lives became compulsive and overbearing.  The fairytale life Dyan thought she would have with Cary Grant was not happily ever after.  Dyan filed for the divorce Cary wanted and plotted and shortly after she had a breakdown.

The journey back to reality and life without Cary was not an easy one.  It is evident from the book that she never stopped loving Cary–but Cary never really loved her.

There were, for me, surprises in the book.  The biggest being Cary’s use of LSD in his search for the ultimate peace and that he did not believe it was a dangerous drug but a chemical used to enhance understanding.  Also, not as surprising but maybe disappointing, is  that Cary Grant was not at all what he seemed.  Yes, he was a handsome, witty, charming Hollywood star but he was also manipulative, controlling, cruel, and shallow in his relationships.

Dyan was/is a beautiful, funny, intelligent, talented woman. I was surprised by her lack of confidence and willingness to give up thinking for herself, wanting the fairytale so badly that she would/could not see life’s realities, all for the love of Cary.

Dyan Cannon has written an interesting memoir and it is not a shocking exposé with all the details spelled out.  But it is a sad story.  The last chapter is a letter Dyan has written to Cary forgiving him all the bad and thanking him for all the good they had together– and obviously still loving him.