Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Is this five hundred lavender seeds?

I ordered them twice, because of a seed problem where I burned my eyes trying to teach Ezra about seeds and plant repro.  I dropped th packet somewhere and couldn't find it.   Today, I planted my elusive dream of fragrant lavender in my yard.   We will see if five hundred plants come up.  I am not about to count them in this form.

Sunday, July 23, 2017

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Look at the Recompense from God in the earth...

Proverbs 11:31 Behold, the righteous shall be recompensed in the earth: much more the wicked and the sinner.
Golden corn delivered to my door, from God. I never tasted anything as good and delicious as that corn. It seemed to have everyday's sunshine in my mouth. "Don't miss it!" The lightning said and the spiders made a frame for it. You can't believe how good God's corn is, when you grow it yourself. Maybe I only got one this time and the okra from years ago was good, but this corn was better, because I learned how hard it is to get somebody's eyes out of the books and into the practicum.

Monday, July 10, 2017

Swords to plowshears? what of it?

God's priority is learning to grow things and not to destroy. This is a very hard lesson for a city girl to learn. The heavenly priorities are a difficult mental exercise to get your head around. When you have tasted the vanquishing of a foe on the court and in fisticuffs and etc.; you don't want to submit your mind to seeds and roots. Roots don't do anything, Lord! I scream it out. Seeds, just seem to sit there and they are so slow to grow. I am longing for the swiftness of an overhead. The venom of a killer shot itches in my shoulders and hands and here I am with these impotent looking seeds in my hand, what should I do with them and where is the vanquish in that? Then 80 or so days pass and here is the corn, fully grown, your first one and the learning to receive positive adrenaline from something other than watching your opponent duck when they hit that lob. Why? Because those are God's priorities. Taking captivity captive in our hearts and minds for the Glory of God. Help, Lord!
I like the verses about the kingdom being taken by violence. I can relate to that. Don't give me a bunch of seeds to deal with. I will grow. God put those verses in the Bible just to lure me in. Once you get into the battle and you see the peace-loving nature of God and battle of beating up your own passions and proclivities, you may want to let go, but you can't.
Lately I have been seeing a volleyball game in the clouds. Go figure.

Friday, July 7, 2017

Missing Air Bud!

It is just a year, since we said goodbye to this stalwart soldier of the Hackers Delights. Still, as we enter a season of Wimbledon, it seems there is a silence. There is a muffle to our voices as we struggle on court to find our voice without him.

He seems to be standing next to God, commentating the match of our lives. He is showing us how a hacker can make it to heaven, after all of this stumbling and stuttering on the court. After we beat up ourselves and our opponents, make sure that you know that God is not your opponent, his life said. Enter every match with the knowledge of your humility next to the Most High.

As a commentator, if you were a hacker, he said, “You can do this!” It really isn’t as hard as it looks. If you were a seasoned pro, he said, You ain’t so much! Tomorrow, you could be watching from the bleachers. He humbled us all, with every comment. We miss him so much as we jump to try to explain the encouragement and motivation we received from his unorthodox ways. We can’t even talk about it. We just try so hard to make the applications to the world as we live out our own lives and hear his happy voice egging us from the sidelines onto the courts of our responsibility. He knocks us down a few pegs and he lifts us up a few, when we need it! Missing you, Bud!

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

the Blessing of a participatory democracy {if I had a hammer...}

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord?
Oh how fleeting the seeing of the Lord in politics can be? We weep and worry that it couldn't possibly be good, to have such negativity in elections. Learning to use words, instead of fists and weapons is a growing process. Our forefathers have left us a heritage of possibility for such things. We discuss and we make policy. We argue and we blow off steam, here and there. Some election cycles are worse than others. But the more participants the greater the value of the outcome. Who has the anvil and who has the anvil and who is stoking the flames of the fire to go to another level of right self-governing. I love it when I see the young people taking up a political stance, even when I don't agree with them. We are hammering out the useless thought processes and hammering in a useful degree of policy that will get us to agree and grow to betterment. Democracy is alive and many people, each having their tool in hand will batter our arms into the plowshears, as we pray to that end! Jesus is Lord and He has a purpose, even in adversity. He has a purpose of usefulness, to build His Church that the gates of Hell would not prevail against it! Amen.

Title- The Studious One!

Title-  The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse

Of biscuits and syrup

Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats

Happy Saturday!

Happy Saturday!
a day at the Raptor Center.

Widdle Emmie in outer space school

Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.

Midnight at the OASIS

Midnight at the OASIS
Sunset in Huntersville

My little Emmie

ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!

My Father and I 1989

My Father and I 1989

to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme

A VISIT TO PAPA





Are you going to Mary Immaculate?
Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Remember me to the one who lived there,

He once was a true love of mine,

Tell him to buy me an acre of land,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,
Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,
Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.

Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

After your done 50 pushups

and jog down the West Side Highway,

Then he’ll be a true love of mine…
(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)


He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.