Why “Gen” Wars?

Are you a baby boomer, a gen x, y or millennial?

I am what is referred to as a baby boomer, a flower child, one of the children of the revolution. However, I abhor these generated generation labels and believe I am a person, a human being, an individual, a citizen of earth;  I do not wish to be classified by created labels that set one imaginary group against another.

A blame game between generations has been introduced by some in the media, a media controlled by wealth. These artificial labels cause friction and distraction from important issues. Each generation contains individuals that are free thinking, open minded and also others who are not, and many in between.

We are all human people, and we are side-tracked from the real problems of the world, while we are busy pointing fingers at each other, as the baby boomers, the gen x, y and millennials. These artificial tags distract us from world hunger, climate change, gender inequality, health care issues, the rising income inequality, which is the cause of economic and social ills. Most importantly it divides us, causing hostility as each artificial divider points blame at the other.

Together we are hope, we are love and kindness, and we can help, we are us, we are the people of the world working together for better outcomes.

Please no more gen labels, no more gen wars.


Letting Your Weirdo Flag Fly — busy mockingbird

All my favorite people are weirdos. When I was little, my sister and I were playing with my grandma, and we happily said, “Grandma, you’re so WEIRD!” She was mortified and a bit offended, til my mother explained, “in our family, being weird is a COMPLIMENT.” Our daughter is overflowing with this magical, neverending waterfall […]

via Letting Your Weirdo Flag Fly — busy mockingbird

Thoughts of the night.

The thing I really like about WP is that I can ramble on about things I love, things that bug me or anything at all, and only a few will read it. Words can pour forth like water, filling voids and finding levels of truth. I can reflect on this and that, reflect on my darkerst moments, post personal thoughts, notes and journal entries. I can even wonder what life is about and what is reality. The Velveteen Rabbit, reminds us that “real isn’t how you are made [but] a thing that happens to you.” Every moment something is happening and we continue to grow into who we re, despite our pasts.

Our lives, are made up of such small moments, some good, some bad, some mundane; moments strung together with the shimmering gossamer of the everyday.


The wind is howling, rippling between moments. Time is not only moments, it is a fluid vastness  of eternity, which contains moments, moments without beginnings or endings. Moments morph one to another, as eons pass in moments spent. Between moments we search, but for what? For meaning? Whether or not we have a purpose is debatable, the illusion of life as something that can have meaning gives us some form of security. It pleases us to believe there is a higher purpose. But the truly meaningful comes with a heart too full for words in the stillness between breaths.