ELECTION 2020: Debate and Updates 1,2,3,4,5,6,7

 

"Lead with Love thy Neighbor"

Walmart has dropped front door mandated mask-wearing at either entrance of the store.

They have chosen profits over allowing a minority of citizens to refuse mask-wearing in lieu of their "rights" or religious "beliefs"..Christ would wear a mask!

And a society of free democratic ideals does not mean doing what I want even if it harms others! 

Freedom in the USA is not the individual right to infect, harm, or kill another citizen. This is radical behavior.

I have chosen to boycott all companies that chose this route in defiance of state mandates. We are close to a quarter-million deaths(10/09)  and the third cause of deaths in the US.

Is our Political Climate a Hoax?

To let Love lead is not to accept lies and fears that will define our country,  especially in our year of a presidential election. Anything or anyone that divides and alienates us from our "neighbors" is not about compassion and being "in a loving relationship"..

 God's true plan for us..Amen

"As I say, I always like to play it down, the scientists don't know! I don't want anyone to panic."

White House Announcement: as of tomorrow a new and permanent residence for POTUS

Trump Tower

409 N Wabash Ave

Chicago Ill

( Furthest location from the eastern coastline. Trump Tower Manhattan not suitable)

"Rioters sticks and stones can't reach my bones and name-calling will never hurt me!"

"Fake News vs Fake Days"

Email sent to me on Oct 1, 2020, If he has added a day to September, the 31st, to collect quarterly donations  on October 1st, then maybe subtracting November 3, 2020, will make up for that additional day....so...nightmares galore, we won't have an election day this year!?"

As long as we look to the world, its leaders, and political bandaids, we will be under its spell.  It is an illusion that will only confuse and continue our suffering. Yes to participating as our freedom in this country demands us to do and vote! I have chosen to look for the LIGHT, even if only a glimmer,  and love wherever it shines. For I know now more than ever that Jesus is not just wearing a mask to love his neighbors, HE IS OUR MASK.

Art as Mask..Mask as Art

*** 

THE 2020 ELECTION IS OVER

We the people have voted and the aftermath is coming.

***

"Cocomoe"

Some of us my feel that politics has" gone to the dogs"!? Well, this collection from Anderson Island community can have my vote of support anytime!

"Gracie"

"Tia" RIP.

No Mud, No Lily

No words, No poem

No poem, No Words

***

[ I have only a couple of poems I have written. Yet I know from where they come from. An experience and a feeling I want to share. It begins in the heart, moves to words, then the words can recreate the experience and hopefully the heart of the poet. Painting is sometimes referred to as a colorful poem. These I have to many to count. Often the response  to my painting is "I feel happy when I look at it!" As a person with many long bouts of depression in my life, I was amazed to know my true heart was being seen and felt.}

No mud, no Lily

No  lily, no sunlight

No sunlight, no colors

No colors, no sun

No sun, no moonlight

No moonlight, no darkness

No darkness, no light

***

No tears, no joy

No joy, no peace

No peace, no faith

No faith, no forgiveness

No forgiveness, no repentance 

No repentance, no crucifixion

No crucifixion, no resurrection

No resurrection, no Jesus

No Jesus, No God

No God, no compassion

No compassion, no Love

No LOVE, No GOD

***

No God, no free will

No free will, no crime

No crime, no Justice

No justice for all, no equality for all

No equality for all, no democracy

no democracy, no freedom

No freedom, no expression

No expression, no Art

No Art, no enlightenment

No enlightenment, no responsibility

No ability to respond, no humanity

No humanity, no suffering

No suffering, no humanity.

***

no blog, no readers

no readers, no blog

THANK YOU

 

Rest In LOVE

  love.... is all that matters

My dear friend Molly Walton drew her last breath on December 14, 2019. A long-awaited day after her diagnosis in early 2013 of terminal breast cancer. Ours was a roller coaster of a ride relationship with her hoarding lifestyle and my restless nomadic search for a home to settle down. Molly lost contact and the affection of a teenage daughter in divorce many years before and this trauma led to an empty heart and home. She proceeded to fill every square inch of it for the following years with all she touched and collected. The empty house, like her heart, was being filled up and each item cherished. My story was the loss of my home of 15 years in Vermont in the housing crisis of 2009.  Ten years and seven moves later, with two homeless periods, while waiting for housing to open up , I was always in transition.

   She gave her love to me with time during phone calls, any hour and place. She gave me a sense of continuity....of being loved by someone no matter where I lived....a wonderful gift. I absorbed any items I could of her "collectibles" to give her some peace around the slow liquidation process being imposed by her family. Most items I would not be able to use but would pass on and even throw away. One of my moves took me to another state and I would come to visit and need to stay overnight. I was the only person I knew of that Molly let stay at her place or would want to. She would clear a place for me to walk, to an area of boxes covering a stool,so I could sit down. Then a chair and ottoman were uncovered, so I could make a bed for the night in the living room. It was filled halfway to the ceiling at times with boxes she was going through.  As an artist, I kept encouraging her to make art with me. She kept dreaming of art projects she wanted to finish. In all the years I knew her, we spent only two hours painting together.

Cancer for Molly was a blessing. I know, how can this be? Blessings are love in action. It brought her daughter back into her life. Molly became full of courage, of heart, to contact her and bring the news and reach out.. to love again. Time was short now. In the seven years that followed two grandchildren were born.  First a daughter, next to a son. As the daughter turned five she was identical to Molly at the same age. Molly's life was fulfilled as it should be. Seeing herself live on in the image of a beautiful granddaughter.

Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. Mathew 5:4

 My last visit with her was in the home caring for her in her last days. I was in turmoil over the failure on my part to have a residence for her to come to in these last two weeks. This had been our plan. I had recently lost a house that was suitable and moved to a small apartment in another town. As a trained hospice caregiver I wanted to "walk her home". When I arrived after a four-hour drive, she was conscious but not aware it was me in the room. I was broken-hearted by the lack of care she was receiving. The room was cold, windows open, Furniture pushed up to her bed so she would not fall out. I could only reach her feet and sit in the doorway I prayed for us both to be at peace and asked that Jesus take her hand and walk her home for me. Then the only way I can explain or express it is a feeling of peace and then LOVE filled the room. The next thing that happened was my photo, Molly kept on the window sill flew across the room towards her bed. There was only what Molly and I were to each other. A blessing.