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Soul Research. . . .


To be told of the awaiting Divine Reward has its place, but being human a little human praise is never out of place.


Illusions do not dress the effort.  The merit of the effort addresses and dresses the work.


Sometimes we wander like lost sheep in search of a shepherd.  The quality of our thought will spark the shepherd’s way toward us.


Ancient memories must be put to rest.  They must be assuaged, changed to victory and not be allowed to haunt unsuspecting generations forever.


Philosophies are born and discarded time and again because they cannot and do not hold up.  What is held to is because the staying  power is sustained.


In all things there is compensation.  There is something given when something is taken away or outgrown.  Not always sad but sometimes even a cause for rejoicing.


Time is a healer, a mistifying, calculating mystery that can pay untold dividends.  It is money in the bank.


It is hard to move encrusted thinking.  But the boundaries of thought must be enlarged or man’s progress stagnates.


Events are for growth.  They are not a comfort station.  Happiness is not a constant affair.


Go for broke, but do not dismantle what you do not intend to stay around and rebuild.


Eternity is a long time, sweetheart, to mortgage a life.  A long time.


If we would see thought as constant prayer, would we elevate our thinking?


Within the pain is the lesson.  Learn it well and learn it forever.  It makes eternity much easier.


Just a Thought in Passing. . . .


Out of the mouths will come words and in those moments when patience is tired, those moments will speak truth.


Un-swallowed remorse is such that no throat opens wide enough to accommodate the sorrow.


Optimism comes easily to a body that feels good.


In one lifetime, there is always one relationship that becomes more than was hoped for.


This relationship stands like a beacon and throughout life it is felt and tried as the perfection of what each relationship could become.


We had to know love at some point for it to become a measure for us.


The greatest lessons are those that require digesting.


It is a process of evolution that separates man, not only from the beasts, but often from his own kind.


People try to do, but doing is what they don’t.


Values are gifts we shoulder from one generation to another.

photo by John Holmes


A Matter Of Faith. . . .

It is amusing to me because whether we believe it or not,  all of life is a matter of faith.  And when the century mark gets closer,  one is no more surprised than I am to recognize the ceiling in the morning bedroom.  When my dentists says we will see you in six months,  it is a matter of faith on his part that his livelihood will continue.  Or when we plan our Thanksgiving dinner or even this evening’s meal.  It is a matter of faith.

I now work on mini wall quilts.  These are less than 12 inches,  like a small framed photo.  When the 4th of July appears and disappears,  I seriously begin the holiday ventures.  When Thanksgiving dinner is put away and the children know that officially we begin the greatest excitement of the year,  and it is still too early for decorations, something needs to be put up.

This is my suggestion.  A hint of the the holiday.  I may only have one of what I show,  but if you are interested, contact me.  I move slowly now,  so my time is planned.  We can negotiate.   I am not the best photographer and as one of my readers said,  in actuality they are treasures.  You can contact me at  I do take checks.

20160523_154249Until I am able to find more of this material,  there is but one of this.

20160508_114539I can never duplicate hand work,  but this I can simulate.

20160513_100402The words will be the same,  the trees will be of different holiday fabric.


Some Thoughts To Consider. . . .


Observations. . .

One day when I stood at the kitchen window and looked at the neighbor’s new garage, I thought how wonderful that he took the blue prints and constructed the garage by himself.  I am sure he felt trepidation at the onset and yet he did it.  I heard in my inner self, ‘he tackled the illusion and humbled it.’  They were not my words, yet they spoke directly to the situation.  How many times is that still, small voice silenced by us?  We have yet to learn we are never abandoned.


1. When speaking, speak always from the heart.  From the heart is where love abounds to have
other  hearts listening and responding.

2.  It is not easy to surmount a loneliness which isolates.  It is only with compassion can we help
regenerate such a soul.  Even our own.

3.  The power to earn is not limited to the few who chance upon the coinage of the culture.  There
are  other realms in which to work and be recognized.

4.  Philosophies are ripped from the gut and start with the individual.  One cannot be honest with
oneself and adopt from an Other what has been born of her or his fabric.  It must be born of
him/her Self.


To Break The Fast. . . .



It is a protection given us I think,  that however our minds work, we assume we are like everyone else,  or they like us.  I am not sure when I began to realize that differences abound,  but still I have difficulty when I am approached or when in frustration someone shouts,  I don’t know where you are coming from or on what planet are you living!  What are you saying I am asked and of course my words speak what I think are clear thoughts.

When asked as a young mother of three under just barely four years of age,  how was it I accomplished what I did,  I remember flippantly saying that when I awoke in the morning,  I was given mentally what I called my marching orders.  Did not everyone awake this way?  I assumed so of course and began my day with a mental list of ‘do firsts.’  My life has consisted of marching orders and when my Independent Study Program started for me  a half century ago my life has been an ongoing conversation with my God Within.  Even when alone, it has not been a lonely life.  It has been a companionable one and the company I keep is choice.

To Break The Fast is a poem Given as much of my writing has been.  It stands on its own,  but I wanted to share my thoughts with those of you who ask me to.  It is only of late that I realize the unique differences of each of us and how special these differences are.  They are not meant to isolate us but to unite us as a whole, different though we may be. Think on it and give yourself a hug.  We have never been abandoned.

To Break The Fast

When dawn arrives
pressing on my senses
and no longer can
I stay abed, I rise.

Needing to speak
and needing to listen
to the insistent thought
echoing through
the still, silent ethers.

I am! he shouts, I am!
And I am the golden thread
that ties the humble man
to the Essence of God
of whom he tethers.

It is almost more
than a mind can bear;
this knowledge pleads
to be known and pounded
into substance as food of this day.

Take ye and eat, he said
and we are fed
at the banquet tables,
at the breakfast tables. . .

It is the last supper
and break the fast of the day.
It is the ending as well
as the beginning.

It is our very Essence. . . .


You Also, Have Been Wondering. . . .

1. Pity has no place in a life so rich.  Pity is no friend; he is the enemy who takes life.

2.  Our so called ‘love of people’ serves to hide our very limited love of persons.  When we cannot love
persons,  what good to say we love people?

3.  Or is it that people are wonderful but persons are an annoyance?

4.  It costs nothing to love the world.  It costs much to love the ones sharing your space,  your wallet
and your genetic history.

5.  When stress becomes unbearable, we are then pressed to broaden our understanding and learn.  Or
else we fall apart in front of the children.  And who then, will they look up to?

6.  What man truly wants to learn, he will.  Spirit discerns the well intentioned and the readiness of the

7.  When an ideal is realized, it becomes tiresome and tiring to keep moving the carrot on the stick.

8.  The camouflage systems we construct are so intricate that an architect would indeed be proud and
no  doubt win kudos for.

9.  It is a wonder how we as humans can endure the anguish of loss when we hold no knowledge of
other worlds.

10.  Physical activity oftentimes is an innocent escape from the odorous obligation of thought.  As long
as the body does, the mind does not have to.

11.  The physical world is designed to dissipate the mental energy that would have the body fragment.

12.  Hope still remains the world’s most powerful antibiotic.


Some Observations. . . .




Some Observations. . .

How much of what crawls over memory’s house is what a person feels above doing and what is owed him or her because of who they are?  And do they really know who they are?


Commitment must be taught.  The ego must be put into place to allow others to assume their rightful place within the circle.


So much stock is put into psychology when the emotional nature of humans is still in its infancy.  When psychology is the measure of human nature it seems not to take into consideration that the person is unfinished.  And yet gives reason for behavior that doesn’t consider that we deal with big bodies with infant emotions and toddler feelings.


If accident or illness does not befall us we  grow old and die.  It’s just that some of us never grow up before we die.


Heaven cannot send out in the morning anything better than what arrives during the night.  If we do not learn what we must,  who is to blame if not us?  What will be our justification?


If you think I spoil the fun, look at our new babies and then think seriously of the condition of the world we leave to them.  They are going to have to live in it.  Is this what we had in mind?  Were we not supposed leave things better than we found them?


Children’s needs cannot wait.  One either does when the time is right or it never is the right time again.






Take a Few Moments. . . .


**We are the cabbage and the rose at once.  Earthy  and ethereal, at once.

**Memories are the bridge to the future.

**It takes time to pick up the threads of life upon return from being away, to make room for yourself again in lives that have already taken your absence into consideration.

**Old friends like old books demand that we return to them.

**To go over the same road again and again until the pain as well as joy no longer overwhelms
requires tough love.

**Life was not meant to be a vehicle of convenience.  Breathing itself is an imposition of sorts at

**Education is a thing of the heart and spirit and no learned institution can impart what is
necessary to complete a life.

**Inflated ego:   over estimation for public consumption

**To be human is an art to be learned and perfected; part of the soil, organic in compound and
with divine nature imbued.  It appears we do not think highly of the earth and its components.
Our behavior implies we must think being human is a debasement of sorts.

Photo by John Holmes


The Counselor. . . .


Oftentimes what I plan on doing does not happen.  And in its place comes a something long incubating but not surfacing.  In reading recently I came across the topic of emotions which brought Doris Lessing’s Shikasta series to mind.  The series brought up many topics for consideration.  And the subject of emotions are a topic to consume worlds. (And they do.)  I never thought differences in minute matters could cause great disturbances,  but even in how we see things and render our explanations puts us ill at ease.   That there is as much agreement among us is the marvel.   We all know people incapable of feeling.  We know of those who cannot say the word ‘love.’  When I related to my mother as a teenager reading a movie magazine that a movie star only kissed his children when they slept, she agreed.  It explained why she never hugged us.  So this was not an isolated case but more of a cultural or generational custom. Everything teaches, even movie magazines.  I introduce the thought to some,  while others may already entertain it,  that we come to this world from places different than our Earth.  Emotions are not commonly understood by all.  Some dip deeply into the well of who they are while others surf who they are.   It is all they can do.  To Ms. Lessing who wrote with such conviction,  I am indebted.

The Counselor

She sat across the desk,
crisp and sharp and
in charge of who she was.
Emotion is not fact, she said,
so separate what you feel
from what is happening.

Then why I ask is my heart breaking?
And with composure she assures me
my heart is whole.  She does not see
that my world is built
on feelings that shape my days.

I was born to paint my life
with the wide brush of emotion,
to teach me to love,
to see, to care and learn To Be.

When love withdrew from me
and left me barren, I knew
I would not forget its power to lift
me high enough to touch the heavens
and to care enough
for this Earth I walked to sweep
the debris where others might walk.

To see the opening of the crocus
in the covering of snow to tell
of Spring arriving and of days
becoming longer with light and
caressing me with breezes
as soft as baby kisses.

She did not know of worlds
where these emotions were not born yet,
where facts dealt the cards to be played,
where feelings did not lay color
on days and nights and
where learning to live with feelings

were reasons why we asked to be born of Earth.


Simple Observations

Simple Observations

Creativity requires expression and the expression will take on the coloration of the individual souls.  And memory being what it is would soon color the manifestations, would soon color situations with a diversity that would promote problem situations in order for Beings to work and live together.  It is how worlds are born.


The only purpose in doing a thing is what you bring to it.  Without the personal intent to do good or bring beauty,  the work is dead.  It may look all right but if there is no life in the creation, the project’s life will be of short duration.


It is far easier to prolong a situation waiting for it to work itself out.  Confrontation is not for everyone.  Especially when history has shown on whose shoulders the workload will fall.


When a lesson is simply given, in simple words, there is an enormously complex system behind it.  With most of it unsaid.


Can  one demand that someone grow up?  How does one do that?  When something is outside our frame of reference or will require a something from us, we will fight tooth and nail to remain innocent and free of taint.  We preserve our naivety because we think the new will undo us.  That we will go babbling down the street and be caught by the fellows in white coats.  Far better to be comfortable in what is familiar, otherwise we might have to think.


If you keep yourself too tired to think, then of course you don’t have time to be afraid.


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