February Love Month ~ really?

February is often called the love month. Yet It would seem, one day (the 14th) defines the entire mood of February, but does it? And don't you dare be single on that day, somehow avoiding the demand of commercialism that you must participate. You must have someone to give to, or you must have someone to give to you, lest you be thought of as "problematic." Ooh, there's a word. 

Let's talk about those who try to participate. Oh my, don't you know how to show love? Commercialism is there to assist with your every need, and don't be fooled - size counts. What says love more than a box of candy or some flowers. Commercialism reminds us: not just any candy, it must be Chocolate, and not just any flowers, but the glorious ROSE!  We're even told that if we dare miss the day - our loved one's disappointment or anger, is validated by Commercialism's warning of, "Told you so." We have no one to blame but ourselves. 

I think every day is an opportunity to give our love to our partner, our family, and our friends. And when so inclined, the real "rise to the occasion" is giving love to strangers. With that said, I hope to announce my new place of volunteer service soon. A place where I can give back to a broken world. I hope  being a volunteer is something you'll consider this year. There are so many areas of need.

I must admit that I always seem blow right past the 14th... why? (why not). Instead, at the end of the month, I descend upon the candy aisle with it's 90% discount. No one knows better than me, how to treat me. Of course I could also pick up some for you (smile).

But for those of you who like getting caught in the trap of the 14th... a video and the lyrics!

"Paying The Price Of Love"

How did you find there was somebody
More than you want me
I never understood
Maybe I have never had you
I have been lonely for you lately
I can't wait another day
And when you let me get you close to me
You run and leave me

Paying the price of love
The start of my end over you
When you're doin' it for someone
Who'll never be free
Now is all there will ever be

No more to live without you
All the nights I dream about you

Deep in the dark of the night
I'm a man on a mission
But safer with you home
Never would I make you sorry
You are the only drug I crave
And I've been saving everyday
I held it all inside, I pray
You don't forget you got me

Paying the price of love
My heart in my hands over you
But the battle is just not fair
You'll never be free
That emotion is always replaying

You know the strongest heart
Is broken when it falls
You turn and walk away
And let it die
I got this picture in my head
Of you in someone else's bed
And I am torn apart
I'm torn apart inside

I'll build my world around you
I was nothing when I found you
Paying the price of love

Paying the price of love
The start of my end over you
When you're doing it for someone
Who'll never be free
Now is all there will ever be

Paying the price of love
My heart in my hands over you
But the battle is just not fair
You'll never be free
That emotion is always replaying

the child, the Godmother, the cardinal ~

She was a very special friend of my Mom's. I decided to adopt her as my Godmother. Everyone else in my family had one. Why not me? My Mother was shocked at my boldness, but Audrey loved it. She was thrilled to be adopted. I was thrilled when she excepted.

She and my Godfather loved Cardinals. There must have been hundreds of little statues, towels, and all the usual extravagance of an avid collector. Gifts to each other were often something related to 'their' bird. In the year of his death, a tiny pair of earrings for her Valentine's, and a Red bird tie for his. He told her, "Whenever you see a Cardinal, know that I am near."

For eighteen years any time she had a worry, a Cardinal would appear and she'd say, "There's Bob; things will be okay." And indeed, they would be.

The day she passed I felt so alone... like a part of me went missing. I didn't realize the true closeness we'd come to know. Often that's the case. You don't know how much someone means until they're gone. At home from the funeral, I sat out in the gazebo, not focused on anything. Spring birds were all a-flutter... going for my feeders. But on the brick wall close by sat two lovely Cardinals - male and female. I remember thinking... it's Spring... why are they here? A warmth began traveling from my insides to my outsides. I knew why... and in that instant they flew away.

It's now been four years, and today would be her birthday... and often when I'm a bit worried, I see a female Cardinal perched nearby. It never leaves until I smile... and I can never hold back.(smile)

~ a poem for Audrey ~

I was only six years old when you were were twenty-nine.
We soon began a happy voyage with waves that marked our time.
You became the 'godmother,' and I was thrilled to be,
a part of life that gave you joy, like joy you gave to me.

Then off you went to higher plane, while I remained on ground.
When morning birds begin their day I listen to their sound.
Your voice is often calling me, reminding of our love.
That's when I see your cardinal, perched in the tree above.

(Say 'hello' to Bob.)

Will the penguins or Lisa Marie Presley save the day?

With the Friday bloghop, I was constantly on and off the laptop, checking for posts from my fellow hoppers. The sun went down, and still the posts were arriving... and my 'hop to it' took a little longer then anticipated. 

Teddy, my (mostly) adorable stuffed personality  was not amused, and fast losing patience. Arguably, I had taken 'his allotted time,' but now close to finishing I asked what it was that he'd like to watch? His usual Friday forte is to watch a movie while, simultaneously, listening to rock music. (I never really question. I am merely the keeper of the CDs and DVDs.) Being so late, you'll see them hanging until sometime Saturday, when I'll tip toe in and retrieve said laptop...(shhh.)

Teddy chose action-adventure with the Penguins of Madagascar. Great choice but the music... what is up with this Teddy dear? 

He thinks the early Lisa Marie Presley music is 'kicking'? The song is rather bouncy and gets me going, but what is she talking about? Teddy explained that in this song, Lisa is singing to herself about not liking her choices. (Oh. Okay.) She refers to herself as an "Idiot," singing, "... you're an idiot and I hate your guts; I'm never gonna wish you well...". But she makes different choices and becomes happier. (Can we listen to a happier song, Teddy? Teddy?)

Well ~ listen to one, both, or I'll see you on Saturday for my choice! (Goodnight Teddy... Teddy?)

Celebrate the Small Things

I love this blog hop!

Each Friday, we post what we're celebrating - those small achievements for our week! 

Then we hop around other blogs, offering congratulations to other people.  And if everyone visits at least a few other blogs, we'll all have some congratulations.




Thank you to our sponsor and co-hosts!!
Lexa Cain

LG Keltner @Writing off the Edge

Katie @thecyborgmom

 What am I celebrating? 

1 - A gift of a huge jar of peanut butter... now I'm really making cookies. The house is warmer and I'm well fed!

2 - Big bargain at the grocery store on Christmas candy. Hershey's usually sells for $3.89 a bag. They put the white chocolate with peppermint on sale for ...  .28 cents a bag. Ten bags cost less then one at regular price. I love peppermint!

3 - Finally finished going through all of the closets of clothes. (I inherited everything it seems). At least 10 bags go to the free clothing outlet.  They give everything away - which I love! Please donate when you can, what you can.

I hope everyone has a fun celebration day. Thank you for hopping over here! And now ~  the linky vehicle we travel on... I'll be over to see you (smile).

Winter beauty - the Magnolia Leaf

There's a pale blue sky. A bright morning sun is partially hidden by a curtain panel. 

At the edge of my yard tall grasses have finally met Winter. They stand tall and dried in the glow. 

The forest beyond, has leaf-less trees silhouetted in black. Only a few magnolias with dark green leaves reflect the sunlight in tiny sparkles of light. 

It looks like Winter when life slows down, and appears dead. It is cold, and yet it is beauty.

With a kitty-cat to guide them...

Which definition of "living in a fishbowl" applies to your life?

1 - You feel like you have no privacy, and everyone knows your business?

2 - You are living in a fishbowl, and never take the time to look outside of it? 

I present today's example of a cute kitty watching a fishbowl. (Try to imagine his face is not magnified, okay?) He is staring at the top fish in the tank, is he not? The topmost fish is paying no attention to the kitty. This fish is facing in "our" direction. Looks like this little fish is a number 2. 

However the bottom fish is swimming sideways, and possibly has an eye, (only one) on the kitty. It would seem this little fish is a number 1.

So, do you feel you're a # 1 or # 2, or maybe a combination of both...  possibly a number 3?

Your turn... 1, 2, or 3... 

What's the kitty, you wonder? He's a number 4...  another tale for another day.

A thought...

I am Professor X

It was cold... a rainy night... the wind was howling... I couldn't sleep. (Wait, the wind was not howling... you're exaggerating.) Right, but I couldn't sleep and that's the important part. Continuing, I tiptoed onto Facebook, that monstrosity of pithiness, to find this awaiting challenge. "Which Super Mutant are you?" It was something I'd never thought about... and yet. It was cold, rainy, the wind was howling, and I couldn't sleep. I felt up for the challenge and answered the however-many, all-important questions to determine my Mutant personality. (Actually, I couldn't remember who or what the mutants were. That of itself was a great rediscovery.)

YOU ARE PROFESSOR X 

"You’re a lover, not a fighter, although you could kick someone’s ass if you wanted to. You believe that true strength comes from being able to get stuff done without being a bully. Besides, you get more satisfaction from outsmarting someone than you do from inflicting pain on them, because anyone could do that. You’re better than that."

I am? (You are?) How wonderful! I was delighted! But just who was/is Professor X? When in doubt trust Wikipedia: 

"Charles Xavier (also known as Professor X) is a member of a fictional sub-species of humanity known as mutants, who are born with superhuman abilities. He is a powerful telepath who can read and control minds. He is the founder of the X-Men and runs a private school that shelters and trains mutants. He fights for peace and equality between humans and mutants in a world where anti-mutant bigotry is widespread."

Oh my goodness - that explains so much. I'm probably busy reading and controlling minds. I'm not sure I have time to run a school, and when do I do it? Seems I'm very busy without even being aware of it. No wonder I can't sleep. I'm Professor X. Oh the pain of of finding this out! Why didn't someone tell me. Better yet, if I read minds, why didn't someone think about it? I might have had a clue. I wouldn't be sitting on Facebook, cup of cocoa in hand, wanting to find the sheep department. I needed to sleep now more than ever. I was tired. No wonder - I was Professor X.

I breathed a huge sigh of relief - as only dcrelief can - closed down my Facebook page - leaned back in my office chair. Aw, how wonderful... in another time and place, I'm Professor X. The world is safe when I'm around. That must mean there are extra funds. Funds? I do get paid for this gig, right? (Only in your dreams.)

My blankie felt so good. A small glow in the fireplace. Cocoa gone? (Cocoa gone.) I settled into a rhythm of peaceful breathing... Professor X... who knew?

challenge - to do or not to do?

Are you doing the "A to Z" blog challenge? Have you ever done it before?

I feel a bit apprehensive about doing this. It's not about the theme or the daily posts. I know exactly what I'd do... in fact it's (semi-)practically all set. But there's another big question lurking behind my decision.

What is my motive?  I'm not about "followers."

I love the people who "join my journey," visiting and leaving a comment about something they like or relate to. I've been blogging since 2006... having followers has never been the reason for my blogging. And since I don't see myself as a writer, cranking out books, I haven't sought an audience for my blog works.

One big fear is not visiting enough blogs. I know me. I'll want to see them all. I read that last year there were 2009 participating blogs. At a minimum of one minute, per blog, it would take over 33 hours to visit them all. So I may as well toss that fear in the trash, right... maybe?

What exactly are the benefits to participate in the "A to Z" challenge? Can you tell me? Or maybe you can share a joke and we'll call it a day! (smile)

Celebrate the Small Things

Thank you to our host, and co-hosts:
Lexa Cain

LG Keltner @ Writing Off The Edge

Katie @ The CyborgMom

What am I celebrating? 

1 -This turned out great for me. I used lighter colored frames, but you get the picture, right?

2 - This weekend, it's me, a book that I can doze with, and a blankie... 

3 - The "Battle of the Bands" blog hop I joined is a lot of fun. February is love music(smile).

Look at that chocolate violin!!

I hope everyone has a fun celebration day. Thank you for hopping over here! 

And now ~  the linky vehicle we travel on...

Can we talk? Can we wrap it up...

It's been one of those weeks with airplanes overhead constantly. The weather warmed up today, and I'm tempted to go to the overlook and watch them land and take off. Tempted, until the sun sets and I'm reminded that it's still winter! Even though gasoline is down some, I'd still need to run the van's engine most all evening to "weather the weather". 

I suppose we could wrap up?

Maybe... but...

It's still going to be cold when the sun sets.

Well, maybe not that cold - you never know.
So, it will be another week in my dreams - fly on without me boyz!

Late night - how about a song...

Some nights are like this... staying up and up and wondering, why Mr. Sandman hasn't shown up yet?
Guess it's only (a matter of) time.

Alone ~ with thoughts

It's a time when thoughts will not quiet. They go 'round and 'round, and threaten to immobilize my days. So here I am in the draft space of blogger and typing out whatever comes to mind about my being alone with thoughts. 

We all are truly alone with our thoughts until/unless we share them. So here I go. I'll share mine and if you have anything to add, feel free to do so.

I have a childhood friend/sister who came looking for me last December. She decided to look up my parents' home address and call the phone number associated with it. When she dialed I answered the phone. It was a remarkable reunion at that point. We hadn't spoken or seen each other in 20 twenty years, maybe more. Interestingly, both parents had passed on, and I inherited the home. So for her to get me there was really ironic. We would talk for hours and it was as if time never passed.

On Christmas Eve she called and wanted to meet. My van was/is having transmission issues. I've been babying this vehicle for a while... so I couldn't make the meet. We tried a couple of more times to get together... when finally I was able to borrow a vehicle and would see her soon! But it didn't happen.

We had since "become friends" on "Facebook," which is where I keep up with lots of nieces and nephews in the family. I don't get on very much but that's not the point. It's been agreeable for all of us to hang out. So on January 5th, I went onto Facebook to see about a new family member's pet. I read a post where my friend had been found collapsed at her home, by her older sister. Okay so I would not be traveling to see her today! The reports concerning her health were awful. She caught a bug or what? I left a note on her page. Didn't do any good to call her home - no one there.

Finally one of her sisters contacted me via phone but the distance kept dropping the call. So from what I understand, my friend has double pneumonia, both lungs collapsed, which has affected her heart rhythm, and who knows what else. She is has been on a ventilator for days, and went on "life support," on January 11th. This shook me up! So close to a visit and now... what?

I've fought hard to keep my head on. I'm a firm believer that the Creator has reasons... and though I may not see them, I acknowledge that it's the Creator's call. I'm torn between: is this the end or is there something else to come, regarding her, me, both?  I can't say. I can only say that I have prayed for Faith... a word that's hard to define because of so many people's opinions, etc.  For me, Faith is moving along in my life, knowing that whatever is coming her way is really none of my business. I know that may sound strange but it has had the most comforting effect. For twenty years, she's been right here in my heart... often in my thoughts. Has anything really changed?

Wasn't it a blessing for me, to receive those phone calls? Yes it was. I've been in intensive care before, not expected to live, so I know that life turns on a dime. Today's tragedy can be tomorrow's triumph. Today's hero can be tomorrow's homeless. It's life on life's terms, after all. I pray for strength to have strength. I pray for faith to have faith. It's a Creator that gives me space to live, and when I've learned what it is I'm supposed to learn... I won't be back here. I never know when the events that affect others teach me... affect me. But when I'm open to know... type away the worry that seeks to swallow me... I live in a better peace. A better place of peace than I had on January 5th!

I'm going to push "publish" now. There's nothing else to say at this time (smile).

Winter's Last Cone

Oh single cone how long will you stay,     
Through Winter's night and cold sunny day?  
The last cone I spy, as you hang alone,  
And wait for the time when you will de-throne. 

There on the ground a place among others. 
Is mother, father, sisters and brothers. 
Their death will now feed the coming green fern, 
For Spring's happy season before your return. 



This is the last day to vote for the song you like the best... on my "Battle of The Bands" blog. You do not have to join this blog hop to vote or leave a comment. Thank you.

dcrelief ~ Battle of the Bands

You too can be a pirate!

Arrrg - righty then.
It's a late Saturday and my nap is over. Let's play a tune. But what?
You read the post title, right? You saw the  magnificent wave above?

Take it away you scurvie pirate, you...

"Cast off the wotcha ma-doodles, mates! Hoist the thinga ma-bob!

Yes, the plank has to be pulled inside the ship before we set sail. (rolls eyes)"

(I don't know what to think about these modern day pirate wannabes.)

"You know how I hate five o'clock traffic!"

Aye cap'ain!

Winter ~ a gift

An old fashioned Winter with footprints in snow  
The lights of the house are all shining ~ full glow    

This evening is quiet the birds settled down   
No wind is out playing ~ no flakes swirling 'round 

An old fashioned Winter with old fashioned love
I hold dear this moment ~  a gift from above

dcrelief ~ Celebrate the Small Things

It's great to be back after a two month sabbatical from this bloghop! I'm excited to read about your celebrations. Before I share mine with you ~ here are some changes. 

Welcome to our new sponsor  ~ 

Lexa Cain

Welcome to our co- hosts ~

LG Keltner @ Writing Off the Edge 

Katie @ TheCyborg Mom

What am I celebrating? I thought you'd never ask...

1 ~ I have finally baked a successful apple cobbler.With this baking stuff, ingredients have to be accurate. Have a slice...

2 ~ Looking for adventure - I joined a music blog hop! Twice a month, on the 1st and the 15th, we do a "Battle of the Bands." Come over and listen to my two song choices. You can vote for the one you like best. (Yes, I'm promoting me, why not?) Look for my button in the right-hand margin that says: "dcrelief ~ I like Sax."  Go ahead... push that!

Alex J. Cavanaugh ~ mini ninja captain

3 ~ I'm celebrating Alex J. Cavanaugh's special site for Dragon of the Stars..."What Are the "Kargrandes?"  Every Monday morning, Alex will give us a new clue. A piece of the puzzle will fall into place, all the way up until the day before Dragon’s release... April 7, 2015! There's a button in the right-hand margin. Push it to get the newest clue!

I hope everyone has a fun celebration day. Thank you for hopping over here! And now ~  the linky vehicle we travel on...

Early, early wrap up ~ details below

The rain will surely go,
are we expecting snow?
Weather channel says ice.
No rain, isn't that nice?

'Tis ice, oh what a shame.
My blanket calls my name.
Let's stay in bed all day.
And skip the blog, hooray!


Oh no, we have blog hops.
You know those things don't stop?
The posting zone won't wait.
You can't reset the date.

Now go to bed and dream.
Of lovely words to stream.
Of things you want to say.
And post them on their day.


"dcrelief ~ Battle of the Bands" will post on Thursday, January 15, 2015. A newly opened blog.

"dcrelief - Celebrate the Small Things" will post here on Friday, January 16, 2015. 

"an artful blogger" will remain on it's normal comedic-chaotic schedule.

You know this means no airport visit, right? Teddy? Teddy? zzzzz...zzz

Is this you?

Once upon a time I felt I had to "help" someone see the light... no subject was taboo. It became burdensome because some people refused to "see"... then they'd certainly not agree... with me. What's wrong with these people? Don't they have "half a brain"?

So the time arrived when I no longer posted on political newspaper articles, and instead I went to bed. Yes, you can still find me leaving comments on blogs and other sites, but I do it for different reasons today. I'm happier without the drama. Lately several places are involved in topics I would have jumped in on, in the past. But that's just it... I read about these same topics many years ago and have watched them come full circle... still no solutions. Maybe you've experienced the same thing I have?

Are you one to bang away at your computer or other equipment, and try to "help" someone see the light? Are you right? Are you sure? Do zombies really exist? (Ha! Just threw that in to see if you're paying attention.) Is the madcap of drama something to think about or would you rather see a post on my apple cobbler?(smile)

The recipe for the cookies... and Mark Gungor Returns!

Two requests received ~

Post the cookie recipe

Re-post Mark Gungor




Butter Cookies - makes 48 cookies

8 ounces unsalted butter
3⁄4 cup granulated sugar
1⁄4 teaspoon salt
1 1⁄2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract
1 large egg yolk
2 cups all-purpose flour

DIRECTIONS
Beat the butter, sugar, salt and vanilla together until smooth and creamy.
Mix in the egg yolk until well incorporated, scraping down the sides of the bowl at least once.
Add the flour and mix just until incorporated.
Scrape onto a lightly floured board and knead a few times, just until the dough smooths out.
Turn onto a sheet of plastic wrap and roll into a log, wrap up and refrigerate for several hours or freeze.
Before baking, preheat the oven to 325°F.
Line your baking sheets with parchment.
Slice the dough into slices about 1/8" thick and place them on the sheets about an inch apart (they won't be spreading very much, but they need air room around each cookie).
Bake until JUST beginning to turn golden around the edges, about 16-18 minutes.

Note: you can do many things with these cookies.
You could roll the dough out and cut shapes.
You could slice them even thinner and sandwich them with chocolate or jam or lemon curd.
You could make them and then dip them halfway into chocolate.
You could just make them and eat them, which is my favorite.

Mark Gungor's funny video #1 last 2:56 mins. "Meaning of Words".

 

Video #2 10:04 mins. "How Men and Women Keep Score."

To cease the sailing of destiny ~

Along a sea of blue, we sailed on endlessly ~            
Having dreams that others, would join our sailing too.     
The thoughts we share so seamlessly ~       
Give rise to all we do.                           

Along a 'see' of life, and of it's destiny ~
As we are moving faster, than light would have us know.  
A treasure offered you and me ~           
Completed long ago.

Shadows casting darkly, on rocky shoals below ~
We need not fear the presence or absence of life.
To cease in all the worlds we know ~
We cease with all the strife.

~ Or if you prefer... a song ~

Late night tune - get your earplugs!

It's warmer than last night, but not by much. Yes, I'm whining! I want to kick back and daydream of a tropical isle, but Bruce Springsteen keeps getting in my way. Do you ever get a song stuck in your head, and it goes round and round? Tonight I have that problem. Since I can't get to sleep.... I decided to post it on here. Maybe I'll play it over and over, and overdose on Bruce.

Teddy doesn't care. He's copacetic staring at the fire. Do you think Teddy is real? Oh never mind - another story - another time. Back to Bruce. Now, he's real. I even thought I'd find a song about cold weather, and it might shut Bruce up... in my head. No.

I think what got me thinking about this song, was a comment from my friend, Dezmond. We were talking about radiator heaters. I recalled living in an apartment building which had them, which reminded me of living on the top floor, which reminded me of the many times I would play Bruce Springsteen... whew! Okay, that sounds a bit insane...

Let's just hope I get sleepy soon. You don't want to know my second choice. Not tonight! Maybe I'll run up and down the basement steps a few times. After all, I was, Born to Run!

Thursday wrap up ~ a red letter date!

Don't you love red roses?









Another week, and no visit to the "airport overlook" to watch the airplanes. We so miss those adventures, and the lady who sells roasted marshmallows. But it's too cold!! We'll have to be content to watch them fly over the house. When Teddy and I woke up at 6 a.m., it was 13 degrees F/ -11 C outside. That nice warm fire had left some cozy embers, which spoke to me: "Stir me, stir me, add some wood, I'll live again!" I promptly obeyed. And before some of you say to me, "Oh, that's not cold... we were down to -114 last night...  let me say, "lucky you!"

Okay ~ this is indeed a red letter date! For once dcrelief has a New Year's resolution. You heard me; one I think I can finally keep. Here it is -  wotcha think?

Rambling on ~ I love red coats. I began to think my current coat might be a bit out of date. So Teddy and I took a trip online, and what we saw changed our minds. My goodness, I bought this same coat five years ago for $2.79. It was an 'end of winter' coat sale at Goodwill. Here it was posted as a 1960's Vintage corduroy - in red! (40 bucks!) What? I've been popping that thing in the washer/dryer every year! It's in great shape. So I'll continue wrapping up in this... I figure I'm so far out of date, I'm almost current again!

Lastly ~ This has been one of those weeks of frustration over itty-bitty stuff. The big stuff somehow gets resolved, but the small stuff...sigh.  So I'm sharing a cute little 'pithy saying' with photo. Right now I'm using it as a screensaver. Every time I look at the child's face, I wonder, "who decided to use a child for this saying, and why?" Think about it... all of their stuff seems itty-bitty to the adults... but not to them. ~And, if they're watching to see how adults handle issues? Go ahead, and insert your own child's photo. Make it your screensaver. It might make you think twice about how to wrap up the little stuff! Or help them to wrap up theirs.(smile).

Come on Theodore ~ back to the lovely fireplace. The peanut butter cookies are up! Everybody sing, "Off we go into the wild blue yonder... flying high, into the sky...". Milk, Teddy?

it's a teddy night

Teddy and I love the warm glow of the fire.
We stare into the flames and imaginations soar.
Our dreams take us higher, and still higher.
While we remain ever grounded on the floor.

We wish you warmth in your heart.
A good friend who likes to share.
Laughter that plays a special part.
And sweet dreams without a care.

Bruce Hornsby - The Way It Is

Learn to live... so you can live to learn... so you can learn to live...

Another place...

There was a big shake up for me this week. It caught me totally off guard and unprepared. It shocked me, it saddened me, and for a moment it even angered me. Since attitude is everything, I figured I might as well get over it. In fact, I think it upset more of 'them' than it did me.

What happened? The homeless shelter where I volunteer is operated by three different churches. Their policy requires you to be a member of one of them in order to participate as a volunteer. So when I withdrew my membership at one of the churches,  it disqualified me. I simply did not realize that would happen. It's not something I even thought about.

The more I think about it, though the better I feel about it. I'll simply state that my life has been leading me to this point for the last three years. I cannot be someone else definition of church or religion. Though I am Christian, I have a different understanding, and would never wish anyone ill. I will always love them but I cannot remain with them. And I don't want to turn this into some topic of Church vs anything else. There are other places where I might find the kingdom of my Creator. He's the only one that knows people's hearts... knows what they do and don't want. He knows me... and still loves me. There will be another shelter or volunteer place, or something.

Now I'm going to let it go... "This too, shall pass"...  be that cannonball I wrote about yesterday. I'm also going to play one of my favorite songs. I don't remember much about the movie it came from, but the song was a parental favorite. I seemed to have inherited their love for it... and it's not about cold weather - yay!

Thanks for reading, as this is not something I normally touch on.

Or if you want to see something amazing... watch this!

To fly like a cannonball - there's a concept

All of us go through things we'd rather not go through. We want to run and hide but that's a temporary fix. The answer comes in the form of release from the pain. A solution to the problem standing before us, but we don't see it... yet.  We travel on and keep our chin up, best we can. Some of us have friends or family that help. Some of us have the interactions we experience on a blog or web site. Some of us spend great moments soul-searching. Some of say prayers - the kind that are willing to help us... let go... let the pain, let the problem... fly.

Lea Michele, of the TV show, "Glee" has a song that speaks straight to me. Many times I want a painful moment or problem to get off of me. I let it go... because I want to fly like cannonball... a fast and definitive healing! I know I'm ready and nothing can stop me. Enjoy the song! 

Ode to cornbread ~

Oh cornbread ~ oh cornbread ~
I love you like crazy...
You make me feel happy, my fat butt gets lazy.
A bowl of fine beans or roast pork on top...
I promise, dear cornbread my love will not stop.

Your size doesn't matter, each crumb is so sweet...
I gave up my dog who sat at my feet.
He ate all the droppings and made me so mad...
No sprinkles for chili, 'weren't none' to be had.

I listen to music and what people mutter...
it rolls off their tongues like you, with some butter.
Forgive me for loving the vision I see...
I think there's still time for pan # 3.

Do I want you with steak, or with fish broiled just right?
Will the pork loin be tender with gravy'd delight?
Will the chili bring sighs on a cold winter's night?
Just go make the cornbread before morning's light ~

Now!

a dream for the new year's meal... past

The peas were busy soaking,
The collard greens were too.
The pork was in the oven,
and waiting just for you.

You brought banana pudding.
Your deviled eggs were so sublime.
The napkins were so lovely.
You showed up just in time.

The lemon pie was tasty.
I didn't waste a crumb.
The peas that you consumed,
would make a body numb.

We laughed and laughed 'til dawn.
Then early morning light,
revealed that you weren't here,
and never in my sight.

But I had heard your voice,
and your laughter, a soothing balm.
A lonely thought emerged,
then disappeared into the calm.


(My cell phone is ringing - it might be you!
No, wait. It's the alarm I set in case I fell asleep.
Was that a dream?
What a strange dream.)