I remember before President Kennedy died, and the Bay of Pigs. My dad was so frightened from the news on television that he built a fallout shelter in our back yard. Fear is a weird "thing/thought," isn't it? As he tried to pull us into his fearful thoughts, I could not wrap myself into his mode of thinking. My daily life was busy at school. The discomfort of a fear-filled home was not natural to my mother and my sisters. I found joy in bringing a smile to those who felt unloved, ignored, or unimportant at school. The adult's world was out of my mind's reach. My "individual thoughts" could make no sense of why one country's leaders were threatening to another country's leaders. (With a house full of females, this made no sense to us.) It appeared as adult males playing a macho game. Mom asked Dad, "What about all the neighbors who will want to come in?" Dad responded, "There is not room for them." Sound familiar? "No room at the Inn." Well, Dad was out voted with that selfish thought. The females in the house were not going to join him in his adobe-shaped cave with sliding doors. We preferred to pass quickly while huddling with our neighbors, all together. If he chooses to bury himself like an ostrich, may he enjoy being alone when he comes out of his hole. See how all of our pages in this book are filled with unique experiences? That concrete cellar Dad built was later used to house the fishing worms he raised and sold to other fishermen. The Bay of Pigs was controlled by God's Light Beings that are so precious to mankind. Some day, I hope I can be one of those Light Beings who are the caregivers for planet Earth. Hey, that's the way I'd write it!!!!

Instead of hiding in a hole, life is much more enjoyable, and challenging when we face the fears and send those involved unconditional love, isn't it? This birdbrain sure has a way of spinning through life with Band-aids made of love and hugs made of God's cloak of warmth to snuggle around each of our Maker's babies. Hey, this IS the way I'd write it.

Each of our lives is like a book. Take a thick book and allow your hand to hold many pages. Then flip the pages like a fan. You can feel the breeze of the pages in motion upon your face. Why does that feeling always make us smile and feel good? It brings the song of Bette Midler's (From A Distance) to mind. Perhaps it is memories from Home?

As individuals, I see each of us as a page in that book. The Publisher is our Creator. Our stories are pages that fill the "book of knowledge" from our Earthly home. Whatever we focus on in any present moment is what we experience. I bet we can actually read the whole book, though some pages are yet to be written. Are you smiling?

Is your story a page-turner or a repeat? Are you watching a rerun of the same movie or participating in another's story? Or are you merely observing as another angel holding someone’s hands because a portion of their script is too much drama to write?

For 2005, my thoughts and prayers for all of us Spiritual Beings having our Human Experience are: "Love ONE another. Each page (person) is the Heart and Scroll, with pen in hand, writing our page in this symbolic book. Our Father Creator is the Heart and Soul of the Leather Binder, binding us all together as ONE with Him.”

May your journey through life be filled with all the joy your heart can hold. Happy Thanksgiving, Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year.

Eternal love to you,
Judy Driver, Bird that Sings