Leo Clement

Though the ponies find it easy to leap and play right through the deep of winter, the rest of us are dragging our heels. The kids put their heads together and decided that this past week is a good time to get sick with every single seasonal bug out there. Lovely! Leo, never to be outdone, kicked the whole affaire off with a seizure.  A few days prior to this excitement (read as terror) my nerves were in a complete jangle as I felt a premonition, which sometimes happens, of an impending seizure. So when Leo slumped over during Speech therapy with his eyes rolling back in his head, my hands were almost steady (blatant lie, but work with me here) when I gave him his emergency spray up the nose. After a heart pounding 24 hours life seemed to get back to normal...  But then he came down with croup and goodness knows what else, stomach bug, fever, etc etc etc. Same with Sister Bear. We were, no doubt about it, in the "worst of times" part of the poem. Th

At the risk of sounding like a hippy, I really and truly believe that we are all emotionally connected. Sometimes, for some people, it almost feels like different plane, another reality that you can almost touch, or a network of life that you can almost tap into, if only you could find the right connecter plug. Wether we feel it or not, I believe we are effected by it. Take that contagious bad mood phenomenon; all it takes is one grouchy person in a room to spoil the whole party. It's almost like the space surrounding us is filled with channels and particles that vibrate, pick up, and transmit all the strong feelings and emotions that we in turn, are broadcasting to the world. In a way, I know I'm right because of this new something that scientists are all in a twitter about: the God particle. Click here for the whole mumbo jumbo about that, but to paraphrase (and simplify by a magnitude, the God particle proves that there is no such thing as "empty space." Ev