Hark! Hark! The dogs do bark...

The beggars are coming to town, Some in rags and some in jags, And one in a velvet gown.

About Hark! Hark! The dogs do bark...

CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?  Huh?  That's what I thought.  Oh well, isn't that what blogs are for? To give us the illusion that someone's listening?  I'm kidding... a little.  I think it's wonderful that I've landed here at Artellaland.  It reminds me of one of my favorite movies.  Remember the Island of Misfit Toys?  You know -- from the classic children's TV movie "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" wherein Rudolph, shunned by the others because of his glowing red nose, runs away from home with an elf who doesn't want to make toys.  Instead he wants to chase his dream of becoming a dentist and somewhere along their epic journey they arrive on the Island of Misfit Toys.  I always felt that was a very special place indeed.  It harkened to me.  Like Spot, my editor, would say (and she's a So Cali kinda doggie) "It really barks, dude!"  Allow me explain.  As a child I was much like Rudolph.  True, I wanted to fly!  Besides that, and the occasional red sneezy nose, I really felt that as a super-sensitive, artistic, athletic and intelligent girl, who didn't have a clue she was all that different from everyone else, I never could quite fit in with my peers.  And they were quite happy to let me know it!  I became self aware.  This is a most dreadful distraction and flaw in humans I've decided and so, painfully, in my case I discovered I was a misfit.  My peers had labeled me conceited, while I began suffering from isolation and persecution the more for simply being terribly shy.  I kept hearing things like "smile" and "what's wrong?"  What!?  Why?  I wasn't aware that I wasn't smiling or that I had to smile on cue or to be on stage and should perform at someone's command to appease them or to win friends.  None of this made any sense to me at the time and I thought to be a Friend was to share and care, to be there and listen, but most of all to treat others how you wanted to be treated.  These things I tried my best to do, but observed that I sure didn't see that happening often in the world around me.  So I made a few decisions early on.  I learned about Love and Faith and to operate around Mystery and Paradox.  In time I learned who my friends were and not to listen to "those people".  I also learned to smile on the outside too.  I learned to speak up, speak out, to bark, and howl at the moon.  I'll even bite when necessary -- especially if I see chocolate!  I also developed a sense of sarcastic humor, and thanks to the English language, I shall attempt to illustrate that and incorporate that here in my blog with the help of Spot and my alter ego Doc Grotchman.  Well, that and my daily musings of my life's journey...  OH JOY AND RAPTURE!!!  Just remember, if that isn't enough to make your day, I'll be thowing in a few tidbits of perspective from Right vs Left brain wisdom, which sometimes gets separated from the heart...  we need to check in with both.  Hey, check my Gallery too. And remember:  "Don't Pathologize me, weird humor is the ally of sanity!" ~Doc L. Smack Grotchman a/k/a Lori Minick