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I’m Plum Tired

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What is Plum Tired? Is it a knock-off of ‘Plain,’ a slur, possibly? It was something my Grandparents and Parents used to say, only when they said it, it sounded like Plumm Tard. I’m curious where the word originated, and may just have to google it… lol  Kind of like Tee-ToteLin Drunk and Given ‘em What For. What?? Although I do find it fkn hilarious when people ask me how I am, and I answer, “Fine as a Frog’s Hair!” Stops ‘em cold every time. lol Unless of course I’m telling it to someone from the Midwest. They’ve heard it all before. Its also fun to add in a southern accent, so I sound like a hick. lol pretty much how I sounded while growing up in Indiana.

I still don’t get the Plum Tired, thing tho.

My Plum tree doesn’t sag, but then again, it’s only 2 years old now, and this was the first bloom it made this year! It was huge, like a foot wide, with three long points, but unusual in that the bunch of flowers was all on one single stem. I’m guessing I may get ONE single plum off it, too. I didn’t know it had a bloom similar to my Butterfly Bushes, that are now trees, and also my Lilac tree. How weird that all the trees in my yard, have the same type of blooms, all in purple. You’d think purple was my favorite color, which it is… by I had no idea my plum tree had a purple bloom. Now I have three shades of the same flower. I would say it was 3 years old, but the drunk landscape guy weed-eated it the first year. To the dirt.

I planted four or five twigs, 15 years ago, knowing they were Butterfly Bushes, and would have the multi-flower cones in dark purple…but I didn’t know they would grow into two huge trees, that are now almost 30 feet tall. The trunks are a foot round, and look like three twigs gnarled into one. It makes then look ancient, and really cool. The Lilac tree was here when I moved in, but only had 5-9 separate trunks; which has morphed into this multi-trunked mangled mess, with about 25-30 individual trunks, all crammed into a 3 foot circle. Didn’t know Lilac’s grew like that either…and if anyone out there knows, here is question for ya: CAN YOU DIG UP THE INDIVIDUAL STEMS/TRUNKS of a Lilac Tree AND MOVE THEM?? OR IS IT ALL ONE ROOT SYSTEM, AND IT WOULD KILL IT TO CUT INTO IT??  If anyone knows that answer, feel free to chime in… I would love to move them to other parts of the yard, but don’t want to damage it by digging, if it’s not a good idea.

Anyway, like I said, I’m Plum Tired, so off I go to bed, instead of flying… after weeks, it’s nice to have a cloudy overcast day, where I can sleep for 15 hours!  Smile Have a BLESSED DAY ALL, ZZZZzzzzzz

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butterfly on the left, lilac on the right, although it looks pink in this pic, it’s really a pale purple. this was the end of the flowering cycle, and it was fading into pink.  nice, huh?

Come Down to the River

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come down to the river and have your sins washed away

seemingly as easy as moss grows on a sunless day

proving that rocks can grow no matter what some may say

don’t doubt miracles in front of your eyes piled in a soft array

scattered like the hearts of selfish men across a murky bay

shameless and wicked they sail past without a moment’s sway

never seeing the amazing in Gods’ creations in this way

missing YHVH and Yeshuah in all their Glory many still will today

while I sit in the river surrounded by stone and now must pray

for their lost souls are as countless as the rocks of mottled grey

Rising Above Stone

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amazing detail, growing in stone, alone

an explosion of Glory rising above dull

His idea of Majesty in perfect chaos

a solitary bush created for bees and butterflies

stunning, they hover as lovers, touching gently

kissing this tiny beauty across its painted face

each second blooming, like Yeshuah

He hopes they will carry His love

beyond the river

to rise above stone

Torn

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dainty, scalloped and ruffled in pink

like a child in church clothes

forced to sit still so as to not crinkle

or mess their special dress

but God doesn’t care if you come

in tatters and filth, wrinkled with loss

surrounded in the darkness of your past

He only cares that you come…

to Him

that you love as He does…

with every torn petal

A Stencil of Life

mountain in the clouds

 

Man hasn’t ruined, stepped upon this ground

not sacred, not lost, blessedly not found

high upon mountains reaching for the sky

only paws and claws had been this high

Revealing life through a pale purple mist

untouched, serene as a cool soft kiss

a glimpse into the future, a peaceful sigh

Glory silently spilling… just across the sky

 

Its a stencil of life, simple and honestly true

loving God first, all souls, everything under blue

spreading joy, honor, innocence and candor

no reason for deceit, for this is much grander

Wildly simple, cherish it all, living off this wonderland

now see His son, head bowed, reaching for His hand

nothing else to speak of, or see, only birds flew over today

but Yeshuah cut the path, knew the truth… knows the way

 

It may have been covered in His precious blood

preempted by warnings of His Father’s angry flood

dripping below into caverns, pooling on His mercy seat

His love for a lost species not once wavering in the heat

Flying like a bird, soaring on pure white wings

a million angels laughing, rejoicing, a massive choir sings

landing on these untouched mountains, a divine dome

then He rose beyond… following that same path home

Ripples

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nature’s mirror, a rippled view, of the chaos rushing down a hillside

blurred moments, clear and bright the next, teaching us to follow her lead

no reason to rush, for the ending is harsh and walled

blocked by boulders of intent, sanded and strewn in the mud

whereas the soft moments, swirling gently, are caresses to be loved

the sweet kindnesses that mimic the heart of a butterfly

lifting opening hovering in contentment

on bright waves of sunshine and warm breezy hugs

In An Instant

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beauty and death swirled into one

the light a pale kiss upon deep magenta veins

the Creator’s design to teach us Hope

for life is evolving in front of our eyes

one minute opening like a slow dance

the next withering into a curl of loss

darkening into dried silken ash

but before falling softly to the ground

another slow dance peels open God’s heart

blossoming into Hope in an instant

The Quilt Ate My Pen

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Ever have one of those days? Lounging in bed, rolling smokes, keeping up my checkbook, calculating whether or not I’ll have enough money to buy a new harness, lightweight, reversible, oh hell yeah. My goal, to hike and fly… anywhere I can. I’m making little notes, and at some point I lean over to light a cigarette and when I sit back up, my pen is gone. Gone! lol This is a true story, just now! lol

I have a patchwork quilt that is in the great 60’s grandma style of gaudy polyester pieces that were actually worn at the time. I know, shocking… lol  Just hideous squares of light purple dots on an orange background; dark green and red plaids; giant red flowers; bright yellow rows of puckered dashes; puckered lime ‘x’s; geometric designs in dark blues and OH MY GOD they threw it all together into a quilt. Can anyone say ‘coordinate’?  I can actually remember seeing my grandmother in the plaids and navy blue geometric suits, lmao… that was the 60s I remember. Grandma quilted with the best of them, and 8 grandchildren needed to be kept warm. She used the scraps. Grandma always made her own suits, dresses and skirts, and she looked sharp… for the time. Miss you Grandma.

My mother made all six of my brothers’ suits for Easter Sunday one year, hahahahaha, they were pale colors in purple, blue, lime, pine, and I can’t remember the other two, must have been peach or beige, anyway, my friends called them ‘the rainbow from hell’. But stand them next to each other, and we couldn’t quit laughing. They hated them. Which made me happy. I had to wear a stupid dress, so … ha!

Still, I can’t find the damn pen anywhere.  It’s RED!  If you see it, could you mail it to me.

Have a BLESSED day all, Smile

Anticipation

trees and fog

not haunted

simply soft, echoing

a deep flutter

a twig heartbroken

one becomes three, four

whispers chilled to drops

grasping the tips of leaves

pierced by needles

shivering

in anticipation

of the warm kiss

of light

 

 

 

(taken at dawn below our paragliding launch zone)

Simply Amazing

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dying

and blooming

listen to it’s heart

opening wide to die

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Why do you suppose He made leaves to turn red instead of brown when they die

Why do you suppose He made some life to become a flower instead of adding one

Can you imagine the mind of The Creator

A billion billion life forms, all made from the same stuff, but each unique and singular

A billion billion planets, all made from the same stuff, but each unique and splendid

A billion billion galaxies, and we can only see a few

How much time do you think it took Him

And just how Amazing is HE

Pretty Freaking, if you ask me!

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GORRRGEOUS

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Just a week or so ago, we got this new dusting of snow, much to our dismay… but when I walked outside the sun was just coming up and I saw this! This beautiful GREEN strip across the sky, that actually seemed to be almost circular. It was gorgeous! I keep wondering if this is due to us getting some of our very own Northern Lights?? Which is super rare! Or if once again the glorious color is due to all the chemicals they are spraying in our sky’s to reflect light. We have ruined our atmosphere folks, it’s time to face it. And it’s also time you faced what you see in the sky’s above … the chemical trails that are clearly visible. ANY PILOT in the known world will tell you that CON trails last about 30 seconds. No matter how SLOW the winds are. And CHEM trails last for days, spreading out… visibly making a gorgeous day into an overcast one.

It happens here EVERY DAMN sunny day we get! and it makes ME LIVID!!!  They’re poisoning our air, our water, our FOOD!!!  Wake up people, we have got to get together and stop this.

Last year, there were hundreds of demonstrations AROUND THE GLOBE IN OVER 60 DIFFERENT countries, where we are trying to make the government STOP THIS!!!  IT IS NO JOKE!  IT IS NO STUPID CONSPIRACY, BUT IT IS NEVER IN THE PAPERS OR ON THE NEWS!!! HAVE YOU NOTICED THIS????  THE POPERAZZI NEVER COVER THE DEMO’S… WHY IS THAT?????  HUGE PROTESTS!! yet they are never covered by the media!!! The one in Seattle last year didn’t get a blurb. huh?

Just makes me wonder!  How much longer we’re going to sit around like SHEEPLE and do nothing. They are in effect killing our children and grandchildren’s future… which in turn IS killing our children. What about that don’t you get??? 

Oh well, think about it. There will be hundreds of protests again this year… look em up in your closest city. PLEASE!!!!   JOIN IN!!! It’s usually in July or August.

Street of Dreams

street of clouds

 

Wow! Where have I been? lol  been weeks of this… off and on.… look up…. this beautiful street of dreams is just what Paraglider Pilot’s LOVE!  I mean LOVE!!!! When its sunny out… If you can catch the thermal off the mountain, and get up under this type of cloud formation, you can “cloud-hop” to the end… these ended at the ocean. They form in the same pattern as volcanoes… only moving with the wind and forming one after another in a perfect line. Clouds make their own thermals, and they can pull you up hundreds of feet very quickly and swallow you if you’re not careful.

It was a gorgeous day, I think last month or so… that makes anyone who’s flying an addict. I get real nervous, flying near clouds, because they can suck you in if you get too close. Which isn’t all bad… except here in the NW, the clouds can turn ugly and wet in a blink. Dark clouds are scary! lol we all avoid them! Mostly because flying wet is like flying a like a rock.

I stay far below them, and can’t hop very far yet, but I’m learning. By the end of summer, I should be hitting another launch site we have up in Blanchard… but first I have to figure out how to get back home.  lol  second, I have to figure out how to change my pants while in flight! thermals make my heart race. They can be very strong winds and collapse your wing as you fly in and out of them, if you’re not paying close attention, the turbulence is sudden. You’re flying along in smooth gentle air and run smack into a wall of churning wind that’s going up and in a new direction.  AAAAAA…  that is my usual response. That and GOD!

I’ve missed you all… if you’re even still out there. I would promise to come back and write daily, but with summer just about here, I can’t make any promises. I’ll be grinning from ear to ear at 5000-10,000 feet, if you need me. I will promise to write more… than what I have been, which has been nothing… that’s always easy. 

Take care all, and if you see a bright red wing with a blue strip, look up and wave… it could be me…  Smile about to land on you… so RUN!  I got NO control!!!  lmao, I do.

The Terror

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Do you feel the Terror

the deep darkness swirling

fingers of death pinching your soul

dragging you away from the light

howling for your flesh and will

Do you hear the Snare

the call of the wasted life

twisted into proud emptiness

grasping at your bright spirit

with claws and clubs of fear

tripping and ripping at your heart

Do you see the Pit

full of screams full of terror

echoes of hate and endless pain

slimed on the sides with cruelty

overflowing it reaches for you

void of light

void of hope

void of love

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based loosely on Isaiah 24-17

Just Water and Knowledge

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we are all

just water and knowledge

 

little dust at the beginning

remaining only on the surface

‘til the breeze has it’s way

rippling with laughter

across years of wash

while a moment is filled

with a flowing grace

unrecognized or shunned

by a will diminished at each turn

as desire pulls at us

like roots wrinkled with age

as the seas loom in the distance

forgetting we were made

from beneath the sky

rising slowly after each fall

to cascade with light

while mercy covers our soul

and wisdom wanes into a well

Selfless

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where love is selflessly given

a dove swoons in the pale moonlight

calling softly to the whispering stars

singing praises to an almighty hand

holding joy balanced on fingertips

 

yet where greed is lifted higher

an unkindness of crows grows

ignited like a spark of firelight

dancing in the dark as if hate

burned beneath their bloodied claws

A BARREN LAND

 

Mt Si from Snoq

wisps of love sail across a barren land

as time settles all like a calm breeze

tickling the toes of a dead season

melting the cold into bubbling spring

rounded jade and pine covered hills

skirting a majesty like none ever seen

fading the rust and rugged rocks

a tempest shadow over budding green

Magma Rising

Mt Si's Magma Column

Check out the Magma Column on the Western side of Mt. Si

(Directly above the words “Check out”)

Of course the other three points are also from volcanic activity, but it is rare to see the actual column after so many years, almost pushing its way out the front… still to this day. It had a peak at one time, I would guess, but when you look closely you can see its been cast to the four corners of the Earth.

I live for the day that Mt. Rainier blows, praying I’m sitting on top of THIS mountain, my mountain, Mt. Si, so I have a front row seat to the most spectacular eruption of our time. Most likely I’ll get covered by a foot of ash and suffocate, but what a way to go, eh? lol  What a show!

That and I’ve always longed to watch Yosemite blow…

one can always hope  Smile

Further

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rising from the ashes

stirring the wind of a lost world

to save a species unworthy

more beautiful than an eagle

no flaming phoenix compares

soaring a slow sacred spiral

eyes surveying lush green

rolling into grays and dark

filthy boxes of mortality

shadowed by the girdle

of rising peaks of white

in a breath or a moment

of cleanliness and clarity

before carnality dances by

filling the streets now tiny

slipping away

wings gliding

His soul smiles

as He rises further

and further

away

His Hope

Fulfilled

Snagged by Thorns

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like a voodoo doll, poking and stabbing

your friend one moment

your frenemy the next

the gossip shared behind another’s back

crushing, slicing through

with endless unknown effects

 

the Holiest mountain stands just out of reach

while you’re stuck below

snagged by thorns piercing everywhere

your mouth firmly rooted in jealousy

held in place by envious boulders

you never once noticed were there

 

beguiled into thinking you can climb

past the cruelty

past the unsympathetic crime

a devil of a feat to overcome

this shutting off of evil words

slaying your heart and soul for all time

 

where blackness is the least of magic

driving up from deep below

your mouth moving in a downward spell

the trick behind gossiping

is you thinking it’s harmless

raising the mountain above your own hell

 

Psalm 15 A Psalm of David.

LORD, who shall sojourn in Thy tabernacle? Who shall dwell upon Thy holy mountain?

He that hath no slander upon his tongue.

 

Technically, it’s the commandment stating, “Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbor.” but it seems to get less attention than, thou shalt not murder or thou shalt not lie. But Yeshuah said, all sins are equal.  Like I always say, joking, when someone lies straight to my face and I know it… “You know, you go to hell for lying, same as you do for stealing and murder.”  Just my little way of reminding people… all the commandments are equal!

All demanded by GOD!

Not just one or two….

I May Have Been…

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I feel like I may have been a little harsh in my last post. 

But as usual, I never think before I post.

It just spills out of me sometimes.  I felt, while writing it, like Yeshuah was angry, and wanted to make a point. Don’t get me wrong, it was all me, because I have yet to hear Him speak to me. You will not hear me say out loud, ever, that “God Told Me…” and go on with something I made up. I truly love God, as my Father, and Yeshuah as his arm, or branch, or the Son of YHVH, THE All Mighty One.. I could go on and on… He takes care of me. But despite many prayers for Him to speak to me, it hasn’t happened…yet!! But, for some reason yesterday I just felt like Yeshuah should say something, as the poem oozed out of me. I’m guessing it was the Ruach Hakodesh, the Holy Spirit.  I think sometimes it prods me on like a poker to a horse…get moving old girl, He says…. lol  But, no; yesterday I was just feeling feisty.

This other part of me… just wants to yell at people.  Have you ever felt like that?? You just want to strangle people! Seriously, I’m in fear of becoming a serial killer.  lol  I’d be the Cherrieo’s Killer, due to my gf calling me Cherrieo’s; I in turn call her Corn Flakes, due to her being a bit ditzy sometimes.

I digress.

Take the moron at work this am that was a proud racist, and smarted off to me about it…. but tucked his head in shame as he ducked out the door. This was right after I told him, “Uh, no…” at this point I make a big ‘no’ face, like I’m speaking to a kindergartner, “sorry, but we’re NOT RACISTS here, so we’ll have NONE of that kind of talk!” He left smiling, because I was smiling, but he understood at that moment in time, he was so wrong! He was not in a world that still lives in the 80’s. 

I truly hope he thought about it for a while, ducking his head like he did, I know he was ashamed of himself… but if I hadn’t stopped him… he would have continued on for the rest of his life, thinking it was ok to make comments like that.  Sometimes I wonder, if it only takes ONE TIME, before the embarrassment can alter ones’ open aggression and the self-centered-self-righteous bullshit they’ve concocted to convince themselves that they are better than someone else!  Hell, they actually think they are better than a whole group of people who are different than themselves.

Anywho…. today I’ll try to post something lovely… everyone loves puppies and springtime! Smile

Your Reason For Life

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why would you deny Me, your loving Father

I offered you eternity, long before your life would end

you saw it coming

you know it’s inevitable

still proudly you refuse to believe and bend

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full of stubborn selfishness

a scholar of men, thinking science proves you right

yet you can’t explain

what little you do see

let alone ignoring what you witness each night

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quoting what you call greats

forgetting the Holiest One, your philosophies wax and wane

they explain little

only what you think

revealing the multitude left to explain

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being humble isn’t in your nature, you say

but I created humanity to be humane, gentle yet strong

not to be proud

not to be self-righteous

but self-sacrificing as devoted servants belong

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giving to one another, sharing every needed thing

your reason for life is to love Me and one another

never hurting

never diminishing

keeping all souls as your own sister and brother

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so don’t bother praying now at your life’s end

its useless, for your time to serve has long since passed

you chose wrong

you wasted your life

and I, Yeshuah, have found you empty and unchaste

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Mirror

OK… so I’m going to be upfront here… I’m cheating!!  LOL  These are all pictures I took in the past, but when the prompt came up “Mirror”, well, I just had to pull up some of my favorites!  I love a good reflective shot!  They should be postcards, don’t you think?

I snuck a few oddballs in too, just for fun.

Hope you enjoy my mountains! Smile

 

mirror RS lake stumpmirror north fork sunlight with cross

 

mirror mt si with lake

 

mirror ocean with birds

mirror of kitty with spot on her nose

 

mirror porch light

 

mirror snake teeth in river

 

mirror RS pond by rock walkway

 

mirror RS lake cover of my book

 

mirror snoq slew in pink and purple

 

mirror favorite snoq river at dusk

 

mirror RS lake and mountains

 

mirror mt si with lake in fall

 

mirror cachess lake

 

mirror RS lake in smoke from fires

 

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A Mountain of Forgiveness

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most likely its my greatest of woes

like climbing a mountain with no toes

or swimming an ocean for a deep breath

what will I do if it means my death

this not forgiving I hold a grudge

double the anger gives me a nudge

greedy parasites cover earth in a mist

and cruelty is at the top of the my list

growing longer than impatience endures

with my peeves flying past in sharp blurs

I stumble repeatedly flailing off a deadly cliff

falling into shit with a miserable whiff

not quite finding the strength to dig on out

I crawl towards the mountain clawing about

while my heart and hands are covered in pain

I’ve given in to an endless reign

of evil and heartache till I’m finally full

rupturing and bursting my only soul

never learning that vengeance is God’s alone

only His to smite from His Holy throne

His Death

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His soft and gentle blood ran in red rapids

While His torturous death gave me my life

How I ache to become His devoted wife

Sadly I deign to think He’d have me

It’s discerning to learn I can’t repay Him

I’m disgusted my blood is soured and weak

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Yet His hope is filling an empty vessel

Dripping in time with each weeping need

Holiness replacing my soul with a lamb

Drowning me until I’m finally freed

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Suddenly I’m high with unbelievable spirit

My drumming heartbeat flows into music

For I will always be deemed worthy

Without one single second thought

Someday soon I will be His Adoring Wife

Because His Pure Love Gave Me Life

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As His hope is filling an empty vessel

Dripping in time with each weeping need

Holiness replacing my soul with a lamb

Drowning me until I’m finally freed

Weekly Photo Challenge: Fun!

This photo just cracked me up and made my day!

The Emergency Exit you can waltz around and the sign across the street that says “Dip”, were just too much for me to take.

I’m assuming it applies to the idiot who installed this gate.

Notice the signs on the left that say Peligro and Danger… of what?

My only thought was it must be a gate to Hell! 

If you read it “emergency…exit only”, it qualifies!

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Fun

FUN AT 2200 FT… LIKE NOTHING ELSE ON EARTH…

BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT ON EARTH

 

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“FEMALE PARAGLIDERS…

WE LIKE A TRIM GLIDER!”  

HAHAHAHAHA

(inside joke, gonna make bumper stickers, this is now my copyrighted catchphrase, thanks to the internet!)

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Gliding In Emptiness

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busy

busy, always so busy

buzzing from one stray thought to another

around a stalk of witless obsession

a deep need filled with perceptions

of life, the edges of a feathered fracture

to tap dance across

or fluttering

on a breeze of easy answers

as life, bored into years of numbness 

becomes a drone hovering

unaware

you are gliding in emptiness

and your heart has missed its journey

never pausing your flight to wonder why

not even for one slender moment

so long as you are busy,

busy, always so busy

Weekly Photo Challenge: Cherry On Top

“God’s Version of Cherry On Top”

 

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The Cherry on Top of my mountains still making me smile. Sorry to have to repost this so soon, but I couldn’t resist, with the challenge being Cherry on Top.  Smile

 

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When God Walked By

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When God walked by, the Holy Spirit was seen

swirling with Joy and Hope in the sway of His Being

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The truck screeched to a halt to capture this amazing moment in time, my heart beating wildly as I grab the phone and jump out, my only thoughts “wait, wait, wait…”  There is no added colors or enhancements to this photo other than turning the brightness down a touch. The clouds were on fire yesterday… just another reason I have to point out to all, that living here is heaven. People say it rains here all the time, but we only say that to deter people from coming here to live. The beautiful town I have lived in for 25 years or so makes me smile every day. You call it a rain forest, I call it heaven. From January to June, it is neon green with new growth on the trees and plants everywhere. From March to October it becomes every shade of neon with Rhodies and Peonies and mountain flowers loose their minds, roses go insane and that’s just a few of my fav’s. And from October to February all the giant leaf Maples and smuggled in Japanese Maples turn from bright reds to orange to yellow. So if you think my world is just green pine trees, rolling across a few XXL hills, you’d be wrong. Even with the overcast clouds, once in a while they are grey and menacing, but for the most part, they’re cool every day. And believe me, I watch those clouds daily, to see what days I’m going to be able to fly! I watch them all the time. And I see patterns from gorgeous giant storm formations to the criss-cross hell of the government planes spraying the sky to reflect the light away from earth.  Huge giant plaid sky’s that start out with just one trail of a plane, that should dissipate within 40 seconds or so like a normal contrail, but turns out, it spreads in every direction and is in fact a chem trial, or what they now try to hide by calling them “consistent contrails”.  HA!  NO SHIT! Chemicals the government is slowly killing us with, making the most beautiful patterns in the sky. I hate them, but the chemicals are making for spectacular sunsets and sunrises. The chemicals take days to fall from the sky, barium, aluminum, silica…whatever they’re poisoning us with, raising the degree of brightness and is magnified in so many of my shots, I am constantly turning down the brightness just to get a shot.

Like God’s Artwork needs any improvements!

Flames of His Sigh

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His Glory swirls in pure Holiness

blazing with fire and a furious cry

folds of His Mantle awash

rippling with each unbelievable ‘Why’?

His confusion over our choices

tumbling the clouds in the sky

with His Hope peeking through barely

in a pure white slice of die

His Power to lovingly create

or destroy it all from on high

clearly displayed for you

in the Glorious Flames of His Sigh

Life Finds A Way

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Life finds a way

in a river

atop a bus sized boulder

with only a few things needed:

sunshine, water

and something to hold onto.

In life, to find your way

through the twists and turns

raging falls and calm pools

atop a boulder or under a spell

struggling through some eventual rapids

or floating along peacefully

you only need a few things:

the sunshine God created to grow our world

the pure clean water and food He created

and His Amazing Promise to hold onto.

Everything else is just wind.

Forgiveness is Sunshine

 

best above launch clouds

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do you feel His arms surrounding you

curled in gripping you tight

through the nightmares in your life

never letting go

not once all night

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do you hear His calling for you

soft yet echoing in your ear

rising with hope screaming with joy

that insistent loving

voice you hear

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do you wonder why He loves you so

as any parent aching with the loss

seeing His children floundering in sin

you are still special

loved at all cost

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do you not see how Greatly He Loves

when darkness looses its sickly masks

when you choose the graceful light

forgiveness is sunshine

and trying is all He asks

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What…?

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if I wrote three stories

all about horrible things

what would that say about me

would you think I’m sick and twisted

or creative

or in a dark place without escape

 

so if you read four stories

all about wonderful things

what would that say about you

wanting to read about happy endings

or crap

dished up on a plate with whip cream

Stretching the Darkness

FGP9 - FIRST - woods behind snoq near bridge

oh, His eyes

were windows into my soul

straight through

an arrow slicing

into the desperate bottom

I had slid to

the faded shame

still circling the edges

of my darkest moment

accenting the distant light

as it floods over the brim

no stone untouched

except the one

I sat upon

wallowing in my own past

until finally

His eyes warmed

and gentled

and I knew His love again

as the light drew nearer

forgiveness

touched my heart

pulling ever pulling

as if a blackbird

flew away

stretching the darkness

until it snapped

The Glory of HUMBLE

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To be as humble as a simply curled vine

oftentimes creates the most lovely wine

a soft green bud without a gaudy mirror

blocking the view as God draws nearer

blooms in Glory with the touch of His light

never once needing to be special or bright

 

but in a world where self esteem rules

is awarded and taught in all the schools

becoming all too prideful and self centered

leaves your soul crushed and sadly splintered

for God Alone wants to be all you need

shining on you growing from a tiny tiny seed

 

giving you strength to stand up on your own

willing the world to bend for you from His throne

filling you with the desire and fire to finish

whatever prayer or goal or ending you wish

FOR THE MEEK WILL ENHERIT THE ENTIRE EARTH

and all you need to know is:

HE’S proud of YOU and HAS BEEN SINCE YOUR BIRTH

BE VIBRANT!

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be vibrant in all you do

don’t waste your time being dull and blue

when your feet hit the floor

thank God and bounce out the door

when you smile make it wide

none of this fake stuff, half out the side

when you are being kind

unroll all your giving, simply unwind

when you are understanding

take that leap, forget about landing

when you need to be strong

rely on God all the day long

when you shine with hope

others will see and learn to cope

and when you love do it completely

with no judgment, make it unconditionally

Be Love, be Hope,

be Kind, be Flagrant

Be Joy, Be Light,

Be Bright, Be VIBRANT

Leafless Soul

rock

swaying, mesmerizing, back and forth

the leafless soul dances to life

ripples shimmering light in the tiniest waves

creating the current tune

faces appear to stare at the light

confused by the babbling all around

washing on by with each passing shadow

eyes winking in altered states

pushed and pulled they float away

in a gentle shifting with each rush

while the rootless hangs on, little condos of life,

flood proof and settled in, rock solid

no longer lost in a blurry crowd

a pulse of green to light the way home

Amongst the Slime

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show your elegant petals, open wide

no matter how tough or strong

they have a subtle purpose, pad aside

designed to echo a simple song

of love from one singing, to another

where slime creeps trying to belong

a mire of sad souls calling, don’t bother

they just keep singing the same old song

but you are special, in so many ways

not like the scum on the surface

let the ooze of life, seen for all your days

float on by a sludge without purpose

while you are rare, you will remain

strong at heart, beauty hidden inside

ignore the slime, their power will wane

you’ll shine gloriously, they’ll run and hide

Simple Loves

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silver colored rain splatters upon the ground

spreading out like running sheep

hands flinging fingers open wide

making a point before a beep

muscles pulling the grandest jete

toes reaching the horizon in a leap

the minds of children creating joy

dreaming wildly while sound asleep

the look of new parents in any species

their tears of love uncontrollably seep

or me flying like a majestic bird

making memories I will forever keep

as easily as the trees in the breeze

bending deep

the simple loves in life

make me weep

 

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I wrote this because a friend and I were discussing how often she cries when people are mean to her. Its part of our job to deal with assholes, but it occurred to me when she said this, that I cry due to joy more often than anything else. Sure, I’m very empathetic and I cry easily if a friend is sad, and I’ll admit I have cried while watching many different types of moves, ie, the Green Mile, Phenomenon, where I bawled like a baby, and even at the end of Armageddon. (more for her losing her father, than for BW dying. lol ) Still for the most part, with mean people, I tend to get very Motherly and put them in their place. Even if I need to yell to do it!  lol  But my friend has a tender heart, isn’t very tough on the inside, and lets people walk all over her, which is sad, but I think a huge waste of tears. Those who are mean are just assholes, and you just have to let it wash over you, knowing they are miserable and will always be. Not my problem, not me that caused theirs. Simple as that.

But I’ve also learned over the years, it’s hard to teach someone to be strong, when they have no faith to give them strength. People say all the time…. OH I BELIEVE IN GOD… yet they have never once given their problem to God, wholeheartedly believed HE would take care of it, and relaxed back in the peace that this simple surrender will give. BUT YOU MUST HAVE FAITH. You must truly believe HE WILL HANDLE IT… and most people don’t.

They’re all about lip service.

  I do it daily. Usually in the morning while I drive somewhere. For some reason God and I do a lot of chatting in my truck. I ask for parking lot angels, idiot angels to keep me safe on the highway from idiot terrourrists, whatever I need, God wants me to ask Him to do it… so I do. And I am peaceful inside, not worrying about anything, throughout most of my day. Some days, yeah, I’m tired, loose my temper and have to shut someone up… but hey, no one’s perfect. lol  And God knows me inside and out. He knew I was going to do that. So why get upset, why chastise myself for not handling it right? Nope, I move on. Life is TOO SHORT to worry about the little shit. God knows why I reacted the way I did, and I ask him to forgive me when I know I’ve been wrong.

But folks, all in all, with all the weird problems in my life, I am a pretty happy person!

I find peace daily.

Find yours.

Find Joy.

Find God.