Category Archives: Love

Please Watch the Video on my Previous Post. No Commercial this Morning.

I awakened with what I believed were spiritual epiphanies regarding the whole lifelong development of a person’s soul. My mind was answering questions quick as they came. What about predestination (along with that, abortion and the death penalty, not to mention Astrology)? What about humanism? What about the third eye? How do all these things figure in with the love of Jesus? How does the love of Jesus? And why does it seem that the love of Jesus is so slow to affect the salvation of mankind? I awakened this morning with firmer beliefs regarding these things. I already had my faith: my core assurance in the love of Jesus Christ, and the powerful necessity of love. 

Because I was so inspired, an urgency to write about it fell upon me. So, as I was waking up, firming up plans for the day, wrestling my pets into submission, getting coffee, I worried a little that these crystallized insights might somehow slip away from me. Now, the house is quiet. Looks like I have about 30 minutes to finish this post.

I don’t have time to start fleshing out my new paint-by-number picture of the way of the human soul. Instead, I’m going to talk about my post itself. Sorry. I know that’s self-indulgent. But, I think there was a bit of paranoia stuck to me like beggar lice as the rest of my mind was forming inner sanctuary.

It was about that wonderful animation which is linked to in my previous post. When I first played it on youtube last night, a really distasteful commercial played before it, one that I seem to recall that I could not skip through. It was a mature woman in a party dress, sitting in a public stall, talking about her bowel movement using –not vulgarities —  language such as teenage boys would use. I stepped away from the computer while waiting for the video.

When I saw the video, I was so enthralled that I forgot all about the commercial. I put the link here and on my facebook, with all due excitement over the thankful reception it was sure to find this season. Then, as I lay down to rest my mind, that commercial popped in to say Hello.

This morning I see no “likes” on my fb page, and am most grateful for the ones here. When I clicked on my link here and watched the video, no commercial whatsoever preceded it.  Let me simply say, I was relieved, yet remained disturbed over its having been there in the first place.

I would like to invite anyone who happens to see this to click on my previous post, titled “Do You Hear What I Hear, A Chrismagical Animation”. It beautifully and truly expresses the spirit of Christmas.




Do You Hear What I Hear? A Christmagical Animation

I’ve had insomnia a few days now. I remember day broke as bright blue sky today. I stayed in my recliner all day eating See’s chocolates. I’ve been floating on this sugar trip for a full day and a half, round the clock. I think my oil glands will be oozing liquified butter brittle till way after the new year. Tomorrow, I expect to have a meal with Lester. Last night, I had time with one son. The other one sent me the chocolates. Merry Christmas everyone. I think we should all pray for the Christian conversion of Rupert Murdoch. May he confess — for the sake of humanity that he has played a very lucrative joke on his U.S.demographic. Wait, don’t touch that dial, I have more miracles on my list. Mostly, I pray that I smile as sweetly as I know other people will if they are out and about on Christmas day

If a dog whines

in his crate under the stairs, and his owner has lost her mind…

does the amplified sound shatter her skull, or

do they both find fitful sleep in wee hours?

Sorry to be so crass.

I should share some good news.  My dog is feeling much better. He is supposed to have another week of bed rest, but I suspect being a good patient is too much for him at this point. The doc was worried about his knee, said it “popped”. I don’t know what that means, but I’m glad he didn’t x-ray it.

I miss my other sick friend. Wish I could feel some peace about that one.  I am so scared for him. . . and being scared makes me want to run.

I’m not sure why I post the following song: “Refugee” by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. It reminds me vaguely of my friend’s situation, but his plight is serious. He is a refugee.

I used to think of this song as something I wished I had heard as an over-protected teenager.

Like I said, I’m not sure why… but I will let the song belong at this place in my life’s blog.






Out-dated newspapers matter because the paper “feels” like the present.

Purgatory is Perfection.

Uncanny Camaraderie,

humming heat-pump,

ranting puppy,

Forever-harking, Distant train,

I may have a minute

or two or, really, maybe not.

I wish this black type could relate to you my exhaustion and fulfillment,  as well as my senses of relief and courage in the face of many uncertainties  I now face as a result of my reunion with the-dear-the-dreaded monster-prince of my life’s story. I’m propped up on pillows, quiet repose, just long enough not to collapse later on this day, before circadian rhythms shush “our” crazily mending minds for a few hours.

My little anubian pup, meanwhile, is patiently awaiting my demise–but not so patiently, his walk, which is not going to happen today, yet again. At least, I now have a truly worthy excuse. I hope it goes well for me when comes time to settle with the neighbors.

Can you all tell my tone is different?  Oddly enough, I may be happy. Being happy is really not having time to think about it, isn’t it!  Now they tell me …


Maybe this is not fantasy to you fortunate ones who own the gaze of your beloved, but for me it’s fantasy. But, seriously, please don’t let my sour attitude detract from the sweetness of this song and visual effects. interesting … Continue reading

Holy Spirit, Kum Ba Yah

I posted a “Kum ba yah” link on February 1, 2013 along with comments that reflected my disappointment that the lyrics were not as soulful as I remembered them being when I was ten years old at Baptist Girls in Action camp.

Now it’s December 2013. I misremembered camp. The song is just as it was then. The way I remember it now is that we were guided to sing it reverently and think about the lyrics. We sang it as a prayer. I had remembered  additional lyrics based on the images that came to mind singing it as a child. Those lyrics are now removed from this blog for the sake of  factual accuracy. I know my false witness was unintentional, and harmless, but still I’m glad that I caught it.

That was a wonderful camp, by the way. I was able to attend only one year; that was five days of my life. A little used to go a long way.

I’ve removed the original link because in the re-experience of it today, I found it to be too juvenile for my blog. Children were singing in perfect chorus as a slide show of babies presented visual-aid demonstrations for the lyrics. So now, I hope you enjoy the wonderful selection of  Kum ba yah’s found through the link below:

You know, maybe once at the camp, we did add additional lyrics. Maybe it was a special gathering in the main hall where they served the meals. And maybe that was a time of deep revival of my spirit as all our love-filled lungs breathed in our youth and exhaled with rejoicing our united identity as God’s children. I do seem to recall.

The camp was called Shocco Springs. Here’s a link:




My longest lived pet

My longest lived pet

He taught me about the circle of life.


it is to Sam…

it is to Sam…


groovy kind of love

groovy kind of love

is groovy!

who am I to talk of love

How can I make a post about love be coherent or insightful no matter how much I revise? I can’t–not me. I will include below, a passage from Kahlil Gibran,

On Love:

But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.

When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, “I am in the heart of God.”
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.