WyzWmn's World©

Welcome to my new home!

Just like an adult eh?
(I feel like
there should be fireworks)

you’ll find
a different look here
than the old place

after months of struggling
trying to make the new
look like the old
I threw in the towel
and went for a brand new look!

Do you like it??

I like the new header picture….
if you’ll pardon the pun
it’s more “like” me than

the Pickle pic I used before

cos riding the pickle
is just one facet of me
the earth and all it’s facets
really do play the largest role
in my life
the old growth forest
of Vancouver Island
is how I ended up in BC
in the first place

those of you that disliked
my strange fonts over there
will love it over here
cos this font is it
till I figure out
more WordPress stuff

however….for those of you
that dislike change
all the same stuff
is here that was here before

one change is that I’m copying the story
from the old posts to it’s own tab
so here it will apprear in both places

and there’s some new stuff
and the old stuff…

eventually WyzWmn’s Words to the Wise
as well as Abarra Ca Pocus
will move over to links here as well

there’s some tools you can use
down at the bottom
…a search tool
…the archives
…some details for me
…RRS subscription feeds
…and you’ll notice that you can now share
any post you wish
utilizing the wee share tool
(pretty cool eh?)

so here it is
it begins
a new start to
our relationship

Welcome to my new home!
I hope you will be happy here.

I had a rather heated discussion with someone yesterday about wearing a poppy for Remembrance Day…

She pitched a scathing diatribe suggesting that “we should be praying for not glorifying war by dedicating a day to it and that she was part of a movement to change Remembrance Day to Peace Day”

I told her that “I am thinking of peace…and I honour all of the people that died so we have it….and if you don’t think I pray for peace on a daily basis…you are sorely mistaken…I am remembering my parents who did not serve in war time…but served none the less, my grandfather who suffered his whole life due to a war injury, my uncles, my aunts, friends old and new…I am remembering and honouring everyone who has served and given a piece of themselves so that we can live in peace.”

She didn’t get it…but I do….everyone once in a while there’s proof positive that you can be smart as the dickens and as learned as almost possible and still be a huge flaming boob.

So today I remember everyone that fought on our behalf…past, present and future….and I also remember that peace can begin with me