Monday, March 26, 2018

The ecstatic joy of soup making!

Veggies and broth and there is something akin to a medicine that is created. It is a dominance over sickness that God has granted to mothers as we pray for healing to the horrors of mucus and sick children.
I had a bag of hot peppers in the freezer, since my eye dilemma. There was a day that I was processing the peppers for storage, when I touched my eye in the middle of a sermon about Joseph and his brothers to my Ezzy, to occupy him in the chore of saving the seeds. I had a view to storing all of the pepper seeds for a crop this year. I only succeeding in nearly blinding myself, not realizing that most of the peppers were of the hot sort. I froze them and dreamed of taking them out to put in a soup one by one. Each time I did, it was sad at the excuses that I gave to myself about how hard it would be to take one frozen pepper off of the bunch. A year or so past and I was determined in this pre-Easter purging to make something of them. I blended them into a soup and made an onion soup out of a little of it.

O drank about 2 bowls swiftly and the heat of the mixture of peppers and onions with just a pinch of ginger,was certainly refreshing to my pallet. I liked it. I drank and then I felt the heat from the inside of my body and it scared me. I stopped. I drank 2 cups of water to try to dilute, what I had put in my body. Every pore in my skin seemed to open up and I wasn't sweating, but I felt like I had sweat out something. It was good tasting, but probably too concentrated.

I think it kept me from catching the sickness that was going around the house. Your dad was sick and Em was sick and I felt this congestion come together in one huge cough and clearing of the throat and that was it.All better, once I had gone to the bathroom and emptied my entire colon.
I gave one teaspoonful to Ezzy and he didn't get any sicker because he complained of aches. I put it in the freezer for medicinal uses.

The Cantada at Grace seemed like the musical form of my soup. It was concentrated and heated and a mixture of genre and spiritually completed a task in my soul that was so similar to what happened in my body from the soup. I was lifted and encouraged on the darkest day of my year. Halleluia, What a Savior!

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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.