Friday, August 31, 2007

Here we are on the World Clock -
My Study Partner and New friend,
Our Teacher,
and me . . . .

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

World Population

It's been a long time since we looked -
the number is still rolling
right now it's:
06740803751 (and continues to change . . . )

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Monday, August 27, 2007


I did not get the chance to pick up my text today (ratz!)
Thanks to the meeting last night i know we are considering "following" - or "followers."
I rather like the possibility of being in pursuit.
Although, who is the pursuer?
Could God be chasing me????
If I am reflecting, could I be in auto-follow?
I once got to visit my friend Jan at the solar observatory in Big Bear Lake, CA.
The equipment continuously shifted to watch the sun.
Could I have been created to continuously look for my Creator?

Follow - follower - pursuing -



For a moment I thought my heart was gonna break. It turned out okay.
Then, of course, I remembered it was all about God - and, if I had a question, or an issue, or just wanted company - that is where I needed to turn. Now, of course, I realize it's all turning out perfectly. God is still in control - He isn't taking Thursday off (just an expression) and, since my situation is His idea, He had already thought it out.

When, i wonder, will I leap automatically to the "Knowing, Secure in The Lord" part of life?
Why is it I'll remember retrospectiviely? Arguh. How do you handle it - the opportunities to "stress it out?"

I am so looking forward to my "study buddy." I believe I get to have a new person to love.


Oh yes, lunar eclipse tomorrow. Beauty all around.

Tomorrow Night

Friday, August 24, 2007

Park(ing) Day - Sept. 21, 2007

Check it out.
You can learn all about it here.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007


I feel like beginning this with "Dear Diary." Except, I have no diary and that seems so dweeby. It's just that I realized I was about to go to sleep and I hadn't shared anything today. I suppose the cool thing was actually yesterday. I walked across town to get to the Metrolink to get home. There were security people and big "Stop - Secure Area" signs. Not what one wants to see when traveling home at night. The security person was armed and looked serious until I asked if there would be a shuttle downstairs. He smiled as if it were holiday and told me there would be someone wearing a yellow shirt to direct me. There was - a smiling lady who had me board a bus that took me directly to the Metro stop I desired, in time to catch a number 57 - which got me home one half hour earlier that expected. Now, that's spiffy.

Night All

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Left Overs

I'm getting excited. School is about to begin. I'm enrolled and doing the assignments. Today a form arrived for us to share personal information with our teacher so he can help us meet our goals and so he can match us with a study partner. I went into panic mode. It's funny how things from our childhood can visit uninvited and give us a hard time. I suddenly worried that the teacher would read about me and decide I wasn't right for his program. Perhaps he'll dis-invite me. Now, you can tell I understand why the questionnaire was sent. That didn't change the struggle or inner drama that my childhood is trying to impose upon my happy moment. Will I run and hide? Will i give up and find reasons why I can't continue the course my heart is set on following? Nope. I'll admit to the challenge - and I will overcome. I hope you do as well. I hope we all choose LIFE.

Today - is a very good day.

Monday, August 20, 2007


Today my bus ride was memorable.
Memorable in the very best way.
Waiting for the first bus of my journey, a man came up to offer his morning greetings.  he spent a few beaming moments sharing about the book he just finished.  It's an "end time" book by a rather well known evangelist.  Here, on a stormy morning, this man is confident to share his best gift, his faith.  We were not riding the same bus, so our company was parted.  It gave me time to share happy morning thoughts with one of the classiest drivers on our route.  Halfway to my first stop an interesting lady boarded.  She had a cane, red shorts and knee pads.  her close cut silver hair was held tightly against her head by the visor she wore.  She looked me over carefully.  The red-shorts lady and I got off at the same place.  She took the stairs at a much more confident clip, and found a lady to talk with along the way.  But, by the time I found a good place to wait for the light rail, Ms. Red-Shorts had found me and instigated conversation.  Oh, I'm glad she did.  She's really interesting.  On her way to a doctor's appointment.  She goes regularly to check on her retina.  I suppose both.  She works in a school cafeteria washing dishes.  I wondered at the time if she realized her job was tremendously important.  I remembered to wave at her when I got off the train several stops before her.
My adventure in town was wonderful, but, of course, that's another story.
The way home was even better.  It's Divine Coincidence I caught the train home I did because normally I would have entertained myself with several other visits while I was there.  I have a reason to be home today, however so . . . . Now, wouldn't you guess I found myself in conversation with a beautiful young lady, with stunning caramel-amber colored eyes.  her name is Tamika and she is a new student at Missouri College, majoring in digital animation.  We shared back and fort and, right before our bus arrived, Ms. Red-Shorts arrived.  She was glad to see me.  It's true that happy coincidences like that seem special to bus riders.  I introduced Red-Shorts to Tamika, Red-Shorts offered her name (Jane.)  She knew the day was special because generally an early morning appointment at the eye clinic takes all day and here she was, riding home an hour and a half later.
There was a Chinese girl, rather young - asking us questions.  The note she showed us had beautiful writing in delicate boxy squiggles, interspersed with American words - impossible for any of us to read.  Many people tried to assist, but we could not guess what her desired destination was - or where.  A gorgeous gentleman of color wrote down all the information, including phone number, for her to call for assistance and information.  She did not understand the phone system when it answered her -
We could not help her get to a place with no specific destination.  Although everyone on the bus wanted to help . . . .
Such is our community.
So much to share from the few early hours of this day.
But, Like I said - that's another story.

Sunday, August 19, 2007

Good Morning!

Crazy Dreams.  Finally this new day begins. It's really early.  I get to be at the church early to set up.  We are doing "special music," which includes a brand new song and one we haven't done in a year (no rehearsal, yikes!!!!  No wonder the crazy dreams, huh?)  Then I get to run music with the choir and afterwards direct the children's chorus.  I wonder how many will be on vacation.  Well, five hours will answer the question.  It's hot and raining.  What a combination.  All this and the thing on my mind is God, or G-D as my friends would type.  Perhaps they would say Hashem, The name.  Either way, God is on my mind.  I'd like to just sit and love on Him.  I'd like to hold His hand like children do, and share stories and take a nap and feel safe (like children do.)  That's all, really.  No matter the weather report or the action at hand - I always seem to yearn for My Father.
Happy Sunday

Saturday, August 18, 2007


Everything is early today.
It's the first day of school for my roommate and he has an early class.
We rode together into town, the way we generally do, except at an earlier hour.
I returned most of my library books.
I couldn't go in, of course, it wouldn't open for an hour.
So, I caught a bus home.
Well, I had another adventure along the way, but that's another story.

As I was getting off the bus to walk the rest of the way home.
Suddenly, I wanted peaches.
Well, no, not exactly WANTED them.
Rather, I strongly remembered peaches.

The last time I noticed attractive ones was at the Farmers Market in town but that was over two weeks ago. Why in the heck was my sense memory kicking in - AND - why now, when I was home and not a half hour before when I was standing a half block away from the Farmers Market and could easily have brought a few home?

(Although even now I'm not sure i wanted one for myself.)

I thought about the fuzzy feel and the rich, distinctive smell
then I remembered Alain Donnell.
He purchased a brown bag full of peaches and strolled along the sandy beach in the
Sunset District of San Francisco.

He'd eat one after the next, juice running down his chin, bright blue eyes sparkling as if this is what a Gaelic Lad does every day of his life.
When he'd finish one he'd throw it towards the surf, wipe his chin with the back of his hand a reach for another until the bag was empty.
How many did he consume?
A dozen, do you think?
I wonder now if he felt okay afterwards.
I wonder if he feels okay today.

I'm remembering Peaches.

Friday, August 17, 2007

Concerts for a Cause

My friend Mitzi is one of the producers of "Concerts For A Cause." The concert is tonight - one hour - 7 to 8 P.M.
You are certainly welcome.

Hi Folks!!
hope everyone is doing their best to stay cool this week...'she's a corker out there!'
St. Marks Church will be nice and cool on Friday night with the wonderful Georgy Rock and Bob Dill
giving a concert for Bridgeway. I am very excited! 7 to 8pm

Bridgeway is a non-profit organization specilizing in treatment and services for addiction disorders, domestice violence, and sexual assult. They are based in St. Charles and have been serving this area since 1978. They have helped ALOT of people through some very troubling times.

Georgy Rock was one of the very first singer/songwriters I saw when I came to St. Louis 20 years ago, and she is amazing! I loved her immediately because her heart is right out there for all to see. Bob Dill is such a diverse and talented musician. He's an orchestra all by himself! Bring your friends! Bring your kids!
..they will love Georgy and Bob...story telling is worked into alot of their music, hand motions, audience participation, etc.

below is the link for further info on the concert, directions, etc.
admission is a foldable donation....that's it.
the address of St. Marks is 4717 Clifton Ave. ST. Louis 63109

Plese click on the link to see the upcoming lineup for Concerts for a Cause!
Hope to see you there,

Thursday, August 16, 2007

"There are signs of Love's control and its divine influence
everywhere. All expressions of Life originate in Love, are congruent
with it and inseparable from it. All elements of creation are
preserved and environed in the uninterrupted continuity of perfect
being. As a result, our existence is the continual enjoyment of this
fundamental reality. Matter and its claims of presence, power, action,
are unknown in the nature, atmosphere and environment of wisdom and
(MZ E)

My friend, Dan, sent a reminder today. We were given an assignment to pray for our environment. He's found an expanded view and understanding of environment. It's interesting and enlightening.

Me, all I can say is:
"We know God is the most important. We remember to always LOVE."

I start from there.
Today, I must remember about bearing "false witness."
I have come to believe that grumbling about the ways and behaviour of another person is not right and i must stop. I must keep quiet and remember everyone belongs to, was created by, God.

Happy Thursday.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

I Can See!

Lordy! Have you seen me recently? All this mass of silvery hair curling and flyin' all over the place. It's a good thing I'm riding the bus because I certainly couldn't see to drive.

I promise you, I've been doing my very best to remedy this. It's even gotten to the point I brought out my old hair scissors for a good old "do-it-yourself" moment before the mirror.

I tried to find a "hoity-toity" hair dresser. Since my life is improving and God seems to have plenty for me to do, it's time I begin paying attention to the things I can change/improve. Building a relationship with a hair dresser might be a good thing. Golly! They've become superstars around here. getting an appointment is - well, I gather you need to bribe them. Some won't even answer their phones and, if you finally get a person - the appointment time is another issue.

Okay, Okay, I have a concert Friday and I really want to see the place (and the people.) I went to pick up my mail and stopped in a quickie cut place. There was an hour wait so I attended to an errand and came back. I met a really nice lady named ANN (I will not forget this wonderful lady) who gave me a dream hair cut - which I LOVE - and, I'm as cute as anything - and can SEE (maybe not like a bible story - but I WAS Blind and now I DO see . . . . hey!)

So, I'm styling. You know where I'm going from now on, right?

Moving A Little S-L-O-W

It's not a bad thing, you know - this taking your time, moving slowly. When I was a child in Los Angeles I used to laugh at the movie scenes of people living in the South strolling along at a leisurely pace. of course, now I know the scenes were meant to be funny, back then labeling and stereotypes were common.

When I moved to the South I quickly came to know HUMIDITY. I learned the air can become heavy and sticky and moving is problematic. You must move slowly.

Now, I've been on earth a while and slowly gets me where I want to go. Hurry is something I prefer not to consider. And, on days like today, I'm grateful for the habits built in Nashville, Tennessee - slow and steady, keep a ready smile - it's all going to be okay.

Heat like today reminds me of the scripture/song - "To Everything There Is A Season." it will be cool soon enough. I'm just gonna take it slow for now.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007


I'm working a second job to earn tuition for school.
It's a wonderful opportunity. I use my skills to help people I like. The perk is, I get to take my dog to work, so that's sweet.

A couple times a day I check the internet. I read the news, look at my personal email to see if there's anything I need to attend to. (Yes, I still take care of my own business.)

Today my teacher sent a thought that put things into perspective. He shared about a service that was so beautiful the people celebrated by dancing for joy. There was a visitor from the former Soviet Union. This man enjoyed the service but, when asked he said it was more meaningful "back home."

When questioned about his worship practices in his homeland the man explained that worshiping God was seen as anti-Soviet. So, you'd be noticed, reported and lose your job.

My teacher shared that many Holy People have been put to death for displaying their faith.

I realized, if only for an instant, how fortunate I am. I can express my faith. I can work to study more about God and the people who love Him.

Saturday, August 11, 2007

Domestic Diva Give Away

You might want to enter . . .
The Domestic Diva is having a giveaway!

because these dolls are cute!

Lindie & Friends

Good Luck!

Monday, August 06, 2007

Did You See It?

Sunday evening on the evening World news there was the best story!
There are artists in Iraq, fighting back against the violence, the darkness, the ignorance, by creating new works, out in the open - for everyone to see. Giving the people a "New View."

There are musicians that still have to rehearse in private, in order to stay safe (alive) because the darker forces wish to wipe out all the beauty.

Still, artists remember their rich history and share their vision and their work, in order to save their country, nation, culture, lives.

Wonderful Good. This short story made me very happy.

Friday, August 03, 2007