Whitlatch Words is but a fledgling trying her best to wing her way to you. Today YOU can help her soar.

A month ago this site was but an IDEA with no instruction manual on how to implement. It took flight only because two brilliant, patient and giving co-pilots jumped on board and took the stick. Thank you Bryan and Spencer. Today I’m flapping my wings and gradually learning what I didn’t know I didn’t know with happy hopes of one day flying solo.

It’s always been a flaw. I REALLY don’t like asking for help. But when an inspired IDEA lands in your heart that must be implemented, I’ve learned it’s ok to ask. Low and behold, actually beholding what is high and above, always delivers the exact help needed. It’s miraculous!

May I ask something of YOU? As every letter of every word is here for YOU and only YOU, I’d love to know what YOU think so far. I understand the latest trend is less words and more images, but I’m not one to follow trends and this site is aptly called Whitlatch Words,  SO THERE ARE ALOT OF WORDS.

This is when you enter the conversation. What do you think of Whitlatch Words? Any thoughts on the Free Trade Agreement or other pages?  Do you want more, or less, of what you see so far?  Of course I want you to swoon as you read every single word… but then I land back to the here and now and realize I’m just a girl of many years compelled to write and no one is compelled to swoon reading my ramblings.

Full disclosure. I was suppose to look at other sites for ideas. I didn’t. Other sites don’t matter to me. What matters is this site reflects ME. Hopefully, honest, loving, direct, changing, easy to be around and full of content. And I hope Whitlatch Words is unique, interesting and thought provoking so you’ll want to spend time here.

Please. I VERY much value YOUR comments, criticism and don’t feel obliged, but even a compliment of what you like would be helpful too, because Whitlatch Words exists ONLY for YOU.     Thank you in advance, Julie

“The smallest minority on earth is the individual. Those who deny individual rights cannot claim to be defenders of minorities.” Ayn Rand

What if…

Mankind is no more.  The grand gift of Love and light replaced with eternal darkness.

Almighty Love reflects with deep sadness,

“In Love and Truth you could have lived in a world without end made simple and easy to maintain. Yet you, my flock of the smallest minority of one, blindly followed those of hate. With a mind to think and question, you believed those who lied. Gifted the constant reminder… ‘REMEMBER TO LOOK UP’ you kept your heart and head down and followed the path of darkness. ‘REMEMBER TO LOOK UP’ again and again I tried to save you, yet always and only it was your choice… Light over darkness? Love over hate? You loved objects more than beings with souls who could love back. You treated your body with disrespect. You worshipped those covered in gold. You made life so difficult yet in your grasp was always the ease of Love and Truth.

“Please? Your choice of squandering your gift of life, was it worth the end of humanity? You are loved, yet you strayed from Love. Truth is in wait for the asking, yet you didn’t ask. Kindness surrounds you, yet you invited kindness to leave. Did you not hear Remember to look up?”

In the empty eclipse of what could have been, humanity was lost. Confined in forever darkness of hate, distain and judgment, an old reel to reel clicks and spins as it replays the final days that caused this cruel fate. Stunned, the lifeless cold being learns it wasn’t nuclear war, global warming, worldwide famine or chemical warfare that determined this bleak fate. You come to know and accept YOU held shared responsibility for the collective demise. Though seemingly innocent because unaware your actions held such power, ALL are held accountable.

That’s it. All done. The end…. almost.

What if….

Forgiving Almighty Love held pity on the calloused ignorance of His flock and granted a do-over? “In a blink of an eye and in no time at all” a ZZZZZZZZZZZZZIP wakes ALL from sleep and the reels rewind for a second chance.

Life rarely offers do-overs, but if you held vision of the future from the antiquated reel to reel, what would YOU be willing to do for a different outcome? What would you give to insure time and a life worth living for your children and their children?  What would YOU do, no matter how challenging and difficult, to sustain MANKIND? And what if that grand responsibility was YOURS, the smallest minority of ONE?

What if you learned from the ancient reel to reel devise that the destruction of mankind was indeed a man-made disaster that could have been avoided? What if mankind ended simply because…


What if God, if you don’t know God some Master Manipulator, engineered MANKIND to run smoothly for eternity with one simple requirement… keep lives well greased and the ingredients for the life sustaining grease was simply LOVE, TRUTH and KINDNESS?

Most likely today will not deliver the end of MANKIND, but what if this is it? We don’t get a do-over. Are we willing to try our best to be loving, truthful and kind to each other? To ourselves?

Seems lines have been drawn in politics, environment and race issues, gay vs. straight, capitalism vs. socialism, big government vs. small  government. On and on. We are firm and passionate as we stand divided on our side of the line and at times “HATE” is flung over that line to the opposing side. Does HATE offer acceptance of opposing beliefs?  “Hate” is not only heard and felt, it has resonating power.  SO DOES LOVE.

In the United States of America can we unite and accept that each and every individual holds FREEDOM to be who they want to be. To believe what they want to believe.  Aren’t we each a minority of ONE?

We grown-ups toss out “tolerance.” Instead of saying it, let’s live it!

Babies don’t land in life with intolerance, prejudice or hate. We teach those dreadful qualities if not by our words, by our actions. Maybe we can learn from the brilliance and innocence of a child… “I do me, you do you.” And from Bill Whitlatch, another brilliant being who even at 58 years, 8 months, 8 days embraced the wonderment of youth, “Tend to your own knittin.” Last, from this girl of many years. Be kind. Love all. Live truth. Play nice and leave judgment to One who has done no wrong.

Please count on this truth, I LOVE YOU ALL,
Julie (Truly, Trulie)
… and if you dare… please share… thank you.


“Remember to look up.” For two years those words have echoed in my mind.

For two years I’ve tried to understand. For two years I’ve heard “Remember to look up” with such conviction, over and over again and two years later I’m no closer to understanding, “Remember to look up.”

Look up to… God? Look up to… the expanse of the universe? Look up to… impending ominous weather? Look up to… ethereal goodness and grace? Look up to… what has no beginning, no ending? Look up to… question everything I think I know? Look up to… understand life may end but souls remain for eternity?

Or. Remember to look up… to the ephemeral beauty of clouds before they are gone. And that’s why captivating images of clouds drift about this site.

Live with love. Live with truth. Be calm and sure but question what you think you know, because for two years I thought each of those answers were correct. Maybe ALL are correct. Yet, “Remember to look up” still haunts me.

Please. Remember to look up to the clouds. And to the clouds on this site. If you squint, you may see them pulse… wanting to move and change because that’s what clouds do. Forever gone, but for a snap in time.

Thank you BLO for your gift of clouds.   Julie

Traveling Home to Happiness

I welcome your questions and comments about this LITTLE BOOK with THE BIG STORY…  Traveling Home to Happiness.  Take a peek and get more info visiting the Store and Traveling Home to Happiness pages. I’m so proud to offer this partly true fable to brilliant beings from 2 to 102 and wish everyone was reading it tonight! Publisher tells me she made it through vetting, the last of MANY processes before going to print. Wonderful news!!! We now have assurance my girls, Gretta the pug, and Bessie the long hair doxie mix, have no plans to sue over content or images, though Gretta is a bit put out Bessie looks slimmer than she really is.   Julie