Monday, January 21, 2019

Yesterday, there was a huge moon out my back window...

Emma, used to cue me to beautiful sights such as these. She would nudge me or prod me to the window for a sight worth my immediate attention. Now, it is less providential and I must remind myself to look outside, when I go to the window or am about my inside the house activities. This morning it is very clear and the stars a twinkling beautifully and brightly outside my kitchen sliding door.

What a wondrous sight, to be allowed to enter into the natural beauty of the landscape around us. Thank God for eyes and topography that is convenient to see the beauty. It took a year for me to appreciate the unblocked horizons of the burbs of Charlotte. Buildings and Billboards were my usual attention. I guess, what you do with billboards, after a while is try to ignore them, or analyze what are they trying to get you to do. What are they imploring me into now? Like a pestering hound, they are there. So for months and months I kept designing where the billboards should be here and where the buildings should be to block the blinding sky.

I see that the habit of New York is to ignore the promptings of external forces, buildings and billboards and store lights, until an appointed day. We deliberately reign in our passions for shopping day. Then with abandon, we shop til we drop. We take the billboards that have prompted us for weeks and go out and do exactly what they told us to do. I was unaware of this external force that had affected me to aggression and to passivity, because of my own poverty not allowing me to shop to abandon, like others. So I was resigned to simply reign myself in and was never seeing outside of my limitations. You are not a person, if you can't shop and accumulate as others do.

North Carolina freed me from this bondage. What does the billboard of the moon provoke me to do? Praise God! Am I poor in this currency? All have the same currency of facility to praise the Lord. I am not too poor to do so.

My dear Pastor Loran reminded me, as I have been recently analyzing the motivations to praise God and limiting my speech. Why? Habit of a real New Yorker and over scrutiny of self. Spend it! Say it! Give Him the praise. Will we not be judged by our facility and our ability and whether we have spent ourselves in praise as much as we have spent ourselves in money?
God's goodness is prepared for those that love Him!
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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.