For all the folks having a rough time. Must be that time of year. Finding time is also a challenge. Soul Food is always in my prayers. Pretty bumbed that I missed the ship. I wanted to be on that baby,…ha!,…for real. Maybe when some calm comes back we can all stand on deck and let the wind blow our cares out to sea.
A Daughter’s Eyes
October 28, 2006 at 3:40 am (My Views)
First, let me dedicate these posts to our Father Creator. I feel He is the One treated the most unfairly. We have placed the worst of our own character in His lap. We forget that The Creators were not made in our unhealthy image. We were made in Their healthy image.
I feel I should leave a record of what I have learned. I did what Father’s Son suggested. I looked at Heaven through the eyes of a child. It was meant to be much simpler for all of us. We traded reality for magic. However, The Creators did not invent the laws of health, They learned them. There is physical health and there is mental health. One dictates the outcome of the other.
The Oldest Living Mind never intended control of all to lie within a single pair of hands,…not even His own. His design was meant to show us His character and what it takes to build immortality. Love was supposed to be our god, and the family was supposed to be our church. That’s what our Lord died for, love and family. They don’t raise soldiers, in Heaven, They raise men and women. The Creators are Pa-rental, not govern-mental.
Darkness
October 7, 2006 at 6:46 pm (Random Thoughts)
Let me escape this darkness. It is suffocating, like drowning. The world sees the physical. It has no idea the depth of the cave.
How does a stranger hit the mark so well; or, are there simply a multitude to observe? How many fictional Elphaba’s are there,…exactly? In the end, she was saved from the fire by innocence.
For a moment, my Elphaba became Neria. Strong and able to fly. But, she made friends with the tortoise. This cave is portable; for when the civilized are hard to avoid. And, you are forced to ingest the hypocrisy.
Long ago, I was handed the hem of a robe. A tiny corner to keep in my hand. Only years later and, never all at once, would I learn what it meant.
The rain is pure when it leaves Father’s hand. But, by the time it reaches us,…Neria’s wings are bound by the thick, black tar we use for repairing leaks. Much later would I learn that it is Mother’s soft, silent tears that attempt to blanket the tar in white. While Their Baby tries to transfuse our pride with love. I feel my understanding came too late.
Planting Seeds
October 4, 2006 at 11:17 pm (For Soul Food)
I found the seeds, today. Funny, the winter is in the air. If I plant them now, they may wither. I have a long way to go. My soil is hardened and in need of moisture. The fall sedates the life that will rest beneath the snow. Sleeping, sleeping until the warmth of life returns.
I have hung the Abbey’s landscape on the Attic wall. I will attach the seeds to the lace of Her window. If I should ever find the way to fill my grail; I can use the life within to water the seeds. My winters are cold and long. I’m still coming out of sedation. I won’t know what the seed brings until He can unite with the sustenance in the grail. I have a long way to go.
Interest
October 2, 2006 at 1:16 pm (Random Thoughts)
Mediangler ยป People’s Web 2.0
“The idea of community has proved attractive to American and European web audiences alike, community and participation.” (Links hate me, I had to paste this. My blog this didn’t bring me here.)
I have been asking if learning to converse peacefully, through the writing practice we get blogging, is possible. A few say no; but, the interest must be there.
Neria
October 1, 2006 at 2:04 am (Random Thoughts)
Where have you gone?
You held my spark.
The truth came late;
I am the tortoise.
Neria has fled to a hiding place.
If I believe the acceptance;
Will it go away?
Will I be afraid to venture
Down the steps?
Afraid to uncover my face?
