We are each other's angels. Practice compassion.

I always go through periodical silences on my blog. Life is life, and does what it needs to do. Sometimes there just never is enough time for what we want to do. There's been a great deal on my mind, lately. There usually always is. I love October. I love Autumn. The change of the season brings those gorgeous magical colors to the world. The Reds. The Oranges. The Yellows. Golds. The fallen leaves on the ground transform even the most urban cityscape. Beautiful.

I thought I'd take a moment to share a few updates:

(1) I still haven't been able to afford the hard-drive recover on my old computer. The money I had saved up went to Pest Control. We finally have resolved the squirrel issue in the house. I just couldn't take it anymore. Nature's squatters HAD to go. LOL.

(2) I'm up to Chapter 2 of my novel. There will be no details about the storyline until its finished, but I am loving its vibe and its voice. So much of the story is taking place and form in my mind. I can see the scenes as clear as water. I know that trying to get published will be a hard road to walk, but I earnestly want to give it a shot. I believe in myself, and I feel truly motivated. The project is taking up (obviously) most of my free time, but i just know it will be worth it. Who knows, perhaps some day (not too far away), people will be picking up a book or two written by Roberto Mendoza off the shelves...

(3) My father has been in the hospital since Sunday. Again, they find nothing wrong with him. I am tired and blue in the face from telling everyone to look for signs of mold in my parents apartment. I am convinced my father's respiratory issues are being caused by something external. My father's older brother is also in the hospital. My mother discovered this early in the week, by chance. She hasn't told him, nor has she gone to see my Uncle. I realize that there is a great deal of physical and emotional distance on my father's side of the family. My mother used that as her justification for not wanting to see my Uncle. "They don't call us." His only son left him years ago to go live in Peru (I think) with his girlfriend. That man is alone. He will die alone... and she's fine with that... and will take no steps to prevent that. I don't know what history lies between him and my father ~ as they say, 'The Devil is in the details"... but does anyone deserve that? Is she REALLY that vile? or do I just by default now always paint her the villain of my life story? Does SHE deserve that?

(4) I've been reading Holly's awesome Halloween tales almost every day. I love how this season just gets everyone into that Halloween-vibe! I can't wait for this year's New York Halloween Parade!

It's amazing what a well-placed "BEEP" can accomplish.

Happy Wednesday, world.
Some of the houses on my neighborhood have started putting out their Halloween decoration already. I love this season. I love this time of year. I've already hit some of the Halloween shops in Manhattan just to browse. You can NEVER have enough witch hats!

I've been working on my fiction novel. I pretty much have most of the story and direction for the novel in my head... I know where I want to go with it. Getting started has been a little harder than expected (but it is, in a way, my first real full novel). Finding enough time to actually sit and write is a challenge too, but I have to find a way to do more than a paragraph or two a night, or I'll be 50 before it's done! ROFL. It's going to be an "urban fantasy". No more info. That's all you get. LOL. ~ but I am LOVING how it's sounding. Who knows... maybe I'm meant to be a published author. *makes a wish*

I have a busy day ahead here at the office... but I'm going to go swing by The Holly Tree again... she's already started posting up "creepy" stories. LOVE it!

Happy October, Bravenet Bloggers.

Almost just attacked by the neighbor's satan-dog. It was off it's leash and charged onto our front porch ~ got eye level with me on the stairs less than six inches from my face barking at me. I'm fine... but my nerves are pretty much just shot right now.

Surprise, Surprise... The blog's been silent. flittering moments of Hermitude. Is that a word? It is today. It's time for a new direction. A new purpose. New energy. Energies. New Sights. Sounds. A new vibe. Where is my life taking me? What have I done for me? No more complaints. No more dramas (other than those of my own making). No more. I'm choosing tomorrow.

I've decided to start writing a fiction novel. I realize that it is probably a larger undertaking than I expect it to be... but there are stories in me. Stories that want out. I'm also going to go about it the "real" way (not LuLu.com). Try to get myself a literary agent and try to get the book(s) published. It's something I've wanted to do for sometime. There... I've said it. Someting "I've wanted". I'm being pulled. On a raft. Obeying the current. It's time for a new direction. A new purpose. New Energy. Energies. New Sights. A new journey. A new road.

What if this road changes my life? REALLY changes it? Am I ready for that? I think so. What if the book flops? LOL. Or becomes an enormous hit? Am I ready for that? I think so. The Robert has needed to dream again, and he is. Sparks.

Every new journey begins with a footstep...

I had a really wild angel dream last week, that I keep forgetting to blog about. So, before I completely forget... here it is:

I don't remember much of it... just a very brief segment. I was doing a tarot reading in the dream... for myself (which I never do). I was watching "myself" from behind (over the shoulder). Sitting at my left, was a very tall man with short brown curly hair (slightly greater than human proportions... possibly someone who was about 7 feet tall). We were sitting at a table, although I couldn't see it. Everything else other than the cards, myself and the man at my left was an illuminated bluish-grey mist.

I set eight cards before me.... in a straight row. The card at the very end was the Hermit card from the deck I actually own. The image of which is a very old man emerging from a cave holding a staff and a golden lantern illuminating the darkness. The cards colors are ironically bluish-grey. The card in my hand was not from my deck, but it was the same size as all the others. It was a depiction of the archangel Micheal, complete in armor and with sword. The image on the card, was that of the man to my left... I'm wondering now however... if it was actually, Gabriel... because of the fact that he was on my left... Gabriel is known as the "left hand of God".

Gaea (Gaia), or Mother Earth, was the great goddess of the early Greeks. She represented the Earth and was worshipped as the universal mother. In Greek mythology, she created the Universe and gave birth to both the first race of gods (the Titans), and the first humans.

In the creation story of the ancient Greeks, Chaos came before everything else. Chaos was made of Void, Mass, and Darkness in confusion. Then Earth, in the form of Gaea, came into existence. From Mother Earth sprang the starry heavens, in the form of the sky god Uranus. From Gaea also came the mountains, plains, seas and rivers that make up the Earth as we know it today.

Gaea, or Mother Earth, was the oldest of the gods of the early Greeks. She was known as the supreme goddess by humans and gods alike.