So, I finally figured out that if I got a new browser I might be able to navigate through this Live jungle.  And I think it works - yea!!! 

I can see my modules and themes and create paragraphs - oh, how sweet to contemplate the paragraph!

Now I am in mac heaven!

Brian brings the blogwalk this week and what a topic! The Garden of Your Mind is no different. It has pests eating away at the life you’ve got planted in your head. What are the Pests in the Garden of Your Mind? The weeds in my mind grow profusely. They are the hearty, thriving plants in the house of my mind. These deep green and strangling life forms speak to me of doubt, of pain, of self-Love denied. I have tried, over the years to pull them out by the roots, but the circumstances of my Life have reinforced their hold. It’s an odd and circular path that I feel I have walked. I ask myself if I wasn’t rigorous enough; hard enough on myself? No matter what I accomplish, there is always more that I could have done, should have done to make the outcome more positive. Or, perhaps it’s lack of foresight – didn’t I see what would result from all those small decisions that turned sour? Of course not, but the weeds they drink up the water, drying the soil, taking the best for themselves. I have 3 plants in my home. They are each on the verge of death. I tell myself to go to the home improvement store and buy the pot and the earth that will give them Life. I look at my abundant flesh and tell myself to exercise, stay away from sugar and exercise and stay away from sugar and exercise… at the end of the day, the weeds wins out. Here they say, have this little bit, it has been a long day and there is no comfort but this. They lie. They are liars and I know it. When they became so loud in my head I do not know. I was looking off to a far horizon, I think, and when I turned back they were there all around me. I fight, but I grow weary… And then I think, to h*ll with this. I am that I AM, here, strong, with a voice of my own. I get up and exercise, I recommit to purchasing the pots, I reach out to a friend, I start a savings account, I sign-up for am acting class, I pay the IRS, I hug my child and remember who I belong to – my Nana, my father, my child, my mother, my Loves who have left and my Loves who have stayed, here in my heart. I am more than weeds though the gardening project is large. There are lilac and hibiscus and oak and day lilies; rocky soil and lush fertile earth, hot spots and cool terrain all exist, here, in my mind. I am a unique and unrepeatable miracle. I am trying to understand how to live with these weeds, hold their helter-skelter at bay, or maybe even use it. They are a part of me and they are strong. Weeds… Once when I was a little girl I remarked to my mother about the beauty of a yellow flower that we passed each day on the way to the school bus. “Those are weeds”, she told me. And I understood they were not worthy of my admiration. But, perhaps I got it wrong. I want to step out of the ugly/beautiful paradigm that I have embraced. I just want to be free for a moment of the battle; to somehow see it all differently and then live it out differently. Brian, you came up with a zinger!