EVERYTHING with EVERYONE EVERYWHERE. Too Love is to know God. God is LOVE.
Sunday, January 7, 2024
Being in Relationship is Being
Tuesday, September 8, 2020
No Mud, No Lily
No words, No poem
No poem, No Words
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[ 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 lily, no sunlight
No sunlight, no colors
No colors, no sun
No sun, no moonlight
No moonlight, no darkness
No darkness, no light
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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 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.
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no blog, no readers
no readers, no blog
THANK YOU
Sunday, August 30, 2020
Election 2020 : Let LOVE Lead
It is 4am and I am up writing this political subject blog from my reactions to watching parts of the DNC and RNC in times of COVID. There were no large arenas or masses of citizens roaring in response to their party candidates. I have been in an artist mode creating several satirical cartoons about my observations. They are full of questions about how our country has an incredible way of reacting to our government and to fellow residents of this large land. I am going to begin my observations and reactions to past and recent events and finally, hopefully, find my responsibility in this political environment.
Romans 12:2
Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect.
I want to profile myself first, as a 71-year-old "baby boomer"woman born after WWII. Raised in a small suburban neighborhood, my parent's American Dream home, south of Portland Oregon. I was the first in my family's generation to graduate high school and to go on to receive my BFA from UofO. I came from a modest home, although a struggle for my parents to keep steady employment, I lived in the same home until I left for the university in 1967. I have traveled, lived, and worked from Alaska to Florida and Vermont to California since graduating in 1973. Currently, I live on the Olympic Peninsula of Washington State.
I realized the year 2020 also means "hindsight" and that's where I will start. To take a look at all I have lived through and seen over the decades along with historical studies. I believe our country, perhaps the world is bearing its true soul to us all. One blessing from the pandemic?
Who we are, who we want to be in the world,
who we are going to respect, who we are going to include,
who we are going to give compassion, who we consider essential,
who we want to feed, who we want to have a livable wage,
who we will provide affordable medical care for.
The hope of finding some answers will require "the endurance of a relay race." [ Michele Obama's phrase in Aug podcast]. It could take weeks, months, years and even decades to see the changes required by hearts. To move on to a more loving society in the future, I will suggest a closer look at the past first. The following are some of the duality of America's intentions in the world.
We are those that built a new country for the freedom of worship and independence from tyrannical rule.
We are also the conquerors that committed genocide of native peoples for the land's natural resources.
We are the companies that built the infrastructure across the land on the backs of immigrants/slaves from the Orient and Africa.
We are who opened our doors to the world for the persecuted to build a life of freedom and do the dirty jobs at the lowest wages.
We are the country the world's "dreamers" have traveled to, to thrive and some to just survive.
We are the leaders in capitalism that still fails to encompass all residents of all colors.
"United Shades of America"
We are white workers fearing loss of jobs {failing economy] and rejecting our growing "melting" pot.
We are who believe that any move to be inclusive of all citizens to uphold their inalienable rights is a move towards socialism, a virus on the capitalist way.
We are global warriors in the name of peace and expanding our trade beyond our country, along with providing the war machines for the world.
Next a look at what I have witnessed since my birth and shaped my political thinking. I was a teenager watching the turmoil from three assassinations, equal rights riots, with deaths, and seeing elected officials finally enforcing the amendments made 100 years earlier. Especially the right to vote and access to equal education. Women have 100 years of voting history and people of color since the 1960s. Basically, we have only 60 years of true democracy for all. Still dependent on the area of the country and its enforcement. As a college student, I personally participated in anti-Vietnam war protests, participated in a "mock" political convention after witnessing Nixon, Kennedy, and McCarthy [ shook hands and spoke to all three] speak. I also embraced feminism gratefully. I became so disillusioned by the mid-70s I stopped voting until the nineties.
Finally, I realized that not voting was letting others vote for me! By the year 2000, corruption in politics was very clear to me. Now 20 years later I believe we are in a time of change and reckoning.
So, what has love and God got to do with it?
First thing first, "Love thy neighbor as thyself". With this commandment, I will frame my decisions when I vote. I will listen to the platforms and watch the actions of those that are representing me and my "neighbors".
"Running out of time?" [endagered species and polution]
I have said and made my peace with the politics of this country. Thank you for listening to my "ranting and ravings". I implore you to take your vote seriously and "lead with LOVE" in your mind and heart.
thank you.
Tuesday, February 11, 2020
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.



















