Monday, May 30, 2016

"My Shot"---What a beautiful way to spend Memorial Day! Looking at the "Crosses and Switchblades" that Preceded us!

I spent the morning cleaning and listening to "Hamilton" by Lin-Manuel Miranda. I am in awe!

I am empowered and refreshed by the youthful expression of history. It was painfully pungent. It was a strong mirror to my pride and my American Spirit. How much we all have to learn from these young people's depiction of the construction of our American Union? The power of the empathy and raw reality they exude. It seemed to me that God allowed rap music to be created, just so that this musical would be expressed. I love history and I am not a fan of rap music as a genre, but I could never imagine a better expressive venue for this story.

That young man is a master of language and a master of history, but best of all; he sewed up my soul and let me go on, after having laid it bare all over the floor in grief. I am undone!

Don't listen to the whole thing in one sitting. It is too deep. Save a piece for your proudest moments each month. Listen a little at a time and pray for the healing and growth of our nation as you do so. This will be an exercise in "beating our swords into plowshears". If you would pray through it.

With love, "Your Obedient Servant"

Jayne Walker

Saturday, May 28, 2016

Are We Still going up: in America?

To my budding African American children and grown people!

Saturday, May 14, 2016

Introducing the Associate in Arts--Enoch Walker!

Are you graduating today, Enoch? Yes Mom, I am. Okay, lets go then.
He is so unassuming that we almost missed it. Not this time, we didn't! It was the day after a torrential downpour, which is kind of rare these days. We were spared the April showers that we were due and all of it seemed to come in one day. Two hours of buckets of water celebrated that my son was graduating with his associates in Arts an impossibility in our financial condition. He did it and didn't take out any loans. We celebrated with fire works and pizza in the backyard! Halleluia, what a Savior! Thank you Jesus!

Sunday, May 8, 2016

Mother's Day

My gifts! It is a quiet and solemn Mother's Day. I had a cough that crept up on me suddenly, so I decided to stay home and nurse it on this beautiful Sunday.

How can I nurse my cough with dishes in the sink and my floor unmopped and my carpets as they are? I found a way to rest and wash only what was necessary, today. It is Mother's Day. I couldn't help putting the potatoes in the oven or blogging to my babies on such a day. I sent my mother her gift, at the last minute, I think.

God is good and I am very grateful for the 9 pregnancies the loss and the gain of motherhood that has garnered me 6 wonderful live children and three in heaven to see, when I get there. I am grateful for the 6 delightful toddlers that fill my days with Mother Goose and craziness that dig up from me every bit of energy that is left to give. They have a way of pulling it out of you, even when you think you haven't another drop of mental, emotional or physical energy.

Motherhood has been very, very good to me, to quote a humorous anecdote of an earlier generation. I am grateful for its' fond memories and its' promise of continued blessing, in the grace of God.

Happy, Happy Mothers' Day to all mothers. I hope that you are blessed in the celebrating of it.

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


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.