A Few Thoughts On Worms

Betain sent me an email with this informative information about worms that I am passing on to you.
A minister decided that a visual demonstration
would add emphasis to his Sunday sermon.
Four worms were placed into four separate jars.
The first worm was put
into a container of alcohol.
The second worm was put
into a of cigarette smoke.
The third worm was put into
a container of chocolate syrup.
The fourth worm w! as put into
a container of good clean soil.
At the conclusion of the sermon,
the Minister reported the following results:
The first worm in alcohol -
Dead.!
The second worm in cigarette smoke -
Dead .
Third worm in chocolate syrup -
Dead .
Fourth worm in good clean soil -
Alive.
So the Minister asked the congregation -
What can you learn from this demonstration?
Maxine was sitting in the back,
quickly raised her hand and said,
"As long as you drink,
smoke and eat chocolate,
you won't have worms!"
Well I read this and thought Maxine is right, I need to take up smoking but then C said Harmony since you don’t smoke you’ll have to eat twice as much chocolate. Well… if I must, I must.

Nest

acrylic

Breezes

curtain stirs as
the shadow of death passes
my open window

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Second Chakra

A beautiful orange rock I saw today while on my walk

orange the color for the second chakra

I especialy love orange when used with soft mossy green or celadon

While reading True Balance I kept thinking I am not very balanced not that that is any big surprise one of my reasons for reading the book is that I want more balance and serenity in my life. After reading Potato Prints list I decided to see if I could make one of my own.

Things that ballance me
Acupuncture
Walks on the beach or at the park
Chakra meditation group
Sitting in the garden
Taking a nap
Writing poetry or in my Journal
Peter’s workshops
Drinking water
Incense
Fresh air
music

After writing my list today I went for a lovely walk in the park and had a short but lovely stop at the beach.

Space Between

wind kisses my cheek
whispers secrets in my ear
bright pebbles on sand
river bubbles with laughter
sunlight dances with green leaves

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Dorothy Morgan

2,9996 is a tribute remembering the lives of the victums of 9/11. My posts this weekend will be in memory of Dorothy Morgan.

On the Trade Center victims list she is listed as Dorothy Morgan, 47 years, Hempstead NY. That doesn’t say much but there are fragments of information that survive her. That is part of the tragedy of her sudden death - that we are left with only fragments. Described by her daughter as “a diva” and “a beautiful person,” the two words I most often found used to describe her were "warm" and "smiling."

Some of the fragments paint a picture for us of this beautiful woman and tell us that her family were important to her. She made time every week to spend with her mother Dorothy Burke, her daughter Nykiah and her grandson. She was an active member of the Faith Baptist Church in Hempstead and the Allen African-American Methodist Episcopal Church in Jamaica, Queens. We also know her birthday is March 12, she collected Barbie Dolls and frequently ate Chinese take out ( something many of us probably have in common with her). She worked at Marsh McLennan as a broker.

Dorothy left behind her daughter Nykiah Morgan and Nykiah's son, her mother, Dorothy Burke, sisters Ethell Bennett, Patricia Williams, Earlene Stephenson and Stephanie Rose, brothers Desi Burke, Cecil Burke as well as nices and other friends and family.

Solitudes

steaming cupa chi

fleeting memories of you

yellow leaf falling

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Hummingbirds in The Rain

Early this morning, from the back window, grazing at the edge of the lawn, I saw two doe and two fawns. I am sitting here on the front porch and I am not going to think about the box I am unpacking in the front room, I’ve opened it and spread everything out on the table, thrown away as much as possible .

Now I am at the stage where I stare at it in bafflement and occasionally walk by and move something then do more baffled starring but I am not going to think about any of that; instead I am going to drink a cup of hot coca with marshmallows and listen to the sound of falling rain and hummingbird wings as a dozen or so fly overhead maneuvering for a spot at the feeder.

I have a copy of the The Time Traveler's Wife that I’ve just started. When I put it down I was on page 55 and Henry is naked waiting in the meadow. I think this must be where he meets Clare so I wish you a good evening and I am going to join Henry and Clare.

Heaven

If there is anything more confusing to me than life it has to be death…My sister Candi sent me the following story in an email today I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. I feel a lot like this little boy.



A father was at the beach with his children

when the four-year-old son ran up to him,

grabbed his hand, and led him to the shore

where a seagull lay dead in the sand.

"Daddy, what happened to him?" the son asked.

"He died and went to Heaven," the Dad replied.

The boy thought a moment and then said,

"Did God throw him back down ?"

Boxes, Boxes

Boxes, boxes, boxes, floor to ceiling, everywhere boxes. I wonder where I got all this stuff, - do I want it? Why do I have it? What do I do with it all?
Papers - Papers are the worst, especially the unsorted boxes of papers. I seem to spend hours filing, I don’t want all of these papers but I never know what is safe to throw away.
Moving creates numerous questions such as -- How can my shelves and boxes both be full and where are my clothes…?
I was surprised to find out how many videos and DVDs I own. Why don’t I have anything to watch if I have this many DVDs?

Imagine my surprise when I opened a box only to find a bag of trash instead of being thrown out it found its was into a box… I know elves ---- I didn’t believe before, but now I am a believer. They sure have a wicked sense of humor.

Where is that file of important papers I need? --- I know I set them out carefully, They must be here - I knew I was going to need them!!!

Blue

he whispers his song
an angel with wings of blue
rapture fills my ear

tears spilling over
note after note kisses me
comforted I sigh..

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front porch

I have been reading John Daido Loori’s Book The Zen of Creativity very inspiring so inspiring that I dug threw my boxes looking for my camera, finally found it in an old handbag. When I went outside a very gentle rain was coming down. I immediately wanted to photograph a raindrop as it splashed into the pond…completely unsuccessful.
Took a photograph of a Moonglow Nasturtium that I am pleased with.
Sat in a lounger on the porch watching the rain come down, hummingbirds circling my head. Photographed some humming birds need to try again all I got were silhouettes.
A bear just wandered into the yard doing his yard inspection he’s a very handsome black bear, he didn’t stay long when I got up to get a closer look he wandered off Its peaceful here on the deck and one never knows what visitors will decide to show up.

Spice of Life - Ted and Ginger

When I was growing up my teacher told me that animals don’t have souls. I don’t know whether they were right or wrong - but lingering in my soul are special memories of both my dog Ted and my cat Ginger.

Ted was a white ball of fluff that wiggled from head to tail when he was happy and that was most of the time. He weighed about 15 pounds and looked like a downed rat after his bath until he was fluffy and dry again. He was charming and well behaved - a delightful companion on walks and a special connoisseur of art - he loved the art galleries although his charm frequently distracted other patrons. He was fiercely brave didn’t think twice about defending against three full grown German Shepherds, after one bout we rushed out to retrieve his body and to our amazement he was only momentarily stunned.

My dog Ted who could on occasion be very insightful and wise - disliked my ex on sight. Although I don't remember my little dog disliking anyone else - he proved that he was smarter than I.

Ginger was a purebred cream-colored Persian - an aristocrat of Persians, whose pedigree included cats that had won both kitten of the year and cat of the year national awards. She had a most wonderful personality - far superior to that of any other cat I’ve ever owned. I bought her for myself with money I received from an insurance settlement, and what a reward I gained from that settlement! Any time night or day, her purr was always switched on. When I was busy she would rest at my feet, when I got tired she would sit me down climb up into my lap and talk to me. At night she slept on my shoulder. I was devastated when she died. Around the time of her death my marriage dissolved - and one of the more unforgivable things my ex did when he decided to divorce me was to give away her kittens.

This morning I felt a cat walking across my bed and curling up beside my shoulder --- when I turned my head and opened my eyes to pet her --- no one was there.

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morning wake-up

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harmony of green

the river whispers

green on every side

peace embraces me

Dance of the Monarch

fly near fly far

bring beauty to my heart

as you dance in the sun

The Dress

My sister Candi sent me the following in an email today and it tickled my funny bone, so I am posting it because I just have to share it with all of my blogging friends.


Jennifer's wedding day was fast approaching. Nothing could dampen her excitement -- not even her parents' nasty divorce. Her mother had found the PERFECT dress to wear and would be the best dressed mother-of-the-bride ever!

A week later, Jennifer was horrified to learn that her father's new young wife had bought the exact same dress! Jennifer asked her to exchange it, but she refused "Absolutely not. I look like a million bucks in this dress, and I'm wearing it," she replied. Jennifer told her mother who graciously said, "Never mind sweetheart. I'll get another dress. After all, it's your special day."

A few days later, they went shopping and did find another gorgeous dress. When they stopped for lunch, Jennifer asked her mother, "Aren't you going to return the other dress? You really don't have another occasion where you could wear it." Her mother just smiled and replied, "Of course I do, dear. I'm wearing it to the rehearsal dinner the night before the wedding.

Sunburn

on a lily pad
a frog sits in the pond
sweating in the heat
of an August sun
a radio plays
amore it sings
but the frog is silent
the whole world steams
unblinking he sits
in the afternoon sun

Poetry Thursday.

Bleeding Hearts

a row of hearts
a drop of blood
a tear
silently they weep
under the maple tree
drip drip
they bleed
drip drip
who wounds you so ?

Be Careful of Passing Feet

15th street

summer heat

a dragonfly

rests on the sidewalk