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Ralph Waldo Emerson

My Zealous Quest For God’s Will

“What wings are to a bird, and sails to a ship, so is a prayer to the soul.”
__ Corrie Ten Boom

I believe we can thrive to do what is absolutely possible in the name of God for humans to live in peace.

The challenge is to individually wish to seek the light within to serve all to create a better world.

In this great United States of America, many strive for high ideals and have created a comfortable way of life that may be at risk of defaulting due to the liberal wave of corruptive force manipulating the uneducated with freebies that will cost people’s freedom.  In the long run, these soldiers of the left may well cause problems some will say were unforeseeable.

The red flags are up.  The mainstream media is doing a great disservice to the populace that still believes their twisted accusations.  It is fed by those who are basically uneducated or being paid handsomely to avert the attention of the progress being made in our nation’s capital.  Mr. Trump is being bashed unfairly, and the disruptors have no moral guidance, no regard for boundaries.  Their aim is dissolute making changes to benefit all Americans as self-reliant individuals as opposed to living under a nanny state. Keep Reading

The Vivacious Word and World Peace

I can remember lively moments.  Those times linger like fluttering butterflies; they show up in spring like fireflies.  There is absolutely nothing that can compare to a child’s vivacity in the face of delightfulness.  If we could fill our hearts with their joy, I think we would literally float…

Like gathered shells and hearts of coral, our stories have a place to nurture.

Today was an enormously weighty day for me and the word vivacious took me to boxes of photos to find and share the best of smiles.  I cannot get my phone to send the pictures to my computer as I have been doing.  Suspicion has raised my eyebrows to consider the state of our reality in America.  Maybe since I stepped forth being a total Christian Conservative, as a dear friend suggested, my postings will be shuffled, and somehow made to go to the back of the line.

I’m not sure and at this point it doesn’t matter.

I know that all who are meant to read these thoughts will, and none other,  So, I rest  “vivaciously” to recommend a great book for anyone having that secret dream waiting to be made into a reality.

There’s Always Time for Greatness Who did what from ages 1-100 by Andrew Postman appeared as a sole bloom in spring.  The great news about it is that we have the thumbprint of our greatness stamped in our hearts, and to get the confidence up, we must be on fertile ground somewhere and certainly surrounded by encouragement.

” All the forces in the world are not as powerful as an idea whose time has come.” _Victor Hugo

I think the time has come.  The idea came to me in the best prayer we can say: “Thy will be done.” Keep Reading

Sincerely Yours

 

Once or twice this side of life, we come across a beautiful scene, an unforgettable person, an unexplainable bliss filled moment, and/or the sinking into the life of another being’s sorrow in total empathy.  Each are defining moments that we revisit when time slides into memories.

I searched for so many self-help methods, I remember being admonished for doing so.  I don’t know if I was more surprised that it should have been a bad thing, or if I felt shyly embarrassed; in retrospect, maybe both.  Ironically, the process served me well.

At a group therapy session, we were asked to close our eyes and visualize a place we would like to be in for a half an hour, preferably one that delighted us in some way.  I still go there to fall asleep in prayer.

My God parents visited us in Sao Paulo just before we moved to Niteroi. It was then that we went to Araruama. My father must have taken the photo. My mother is to the left in white.

The pure white sand beach glistened even below the clear emerald and aquamarine water.

The see-through colors at the Araruama beach in Brazil was empty except for tall bales of wind swept salt foams.

I ran through them and heard their soft cracking like chimes and felt enveloped as if inside a translucent bubble.

I ran into the water and floated so easily as the salt held me up me like a feather.

With eyes open below the water, I found a few treasured shells, and I still have them.

Somewhere behind me stood my parents and Godparents.   Keep Reading

Eternity: God’s Given Promise

 

Hindered by the mundane responsibilities of daily duties, I think of many yesteryears, and they return to be with me today.  I celebrate the goodness in all from then to now yet feel a twinge of the nudge to leap forward like a rabbit hopping through a valley in a prairie way off somewhere.  I see the golden sun kiss the sky goodnight as the opal moon peeks through the pines bringing the lustrous diamonds from the blue.  The pines in majestic pose succumb to my memories of arm stretching palms and both beckon me to hum a long forgotten song.

“I saw Eternity the other night
Like a great ring of pure and endless light.”_ Henry Vaughan, The World

This and that is done.  I sit and reminisce with care to stop a tear or even two; grown ups have more troubles to wipe clear than dew drops lingering to reflect the garden of one’s heart.  Somehow the reminiscing invites the missing and the two are buddies of a different kind; they could drink a glass a milk with an Oreo cookie, or a cup of tea with a blueberry scone.  The days  of wine and roses are replaced with comfort treats to bring the stamina of a walk, a dream, and a resolution to see the sun go down as the moon comes up, and then see the return of the golden and dance like a butterfly.

I talk and pray to God a lot and wish I had  been in touch with Him before with the vigor I have to meet Him today.  I am so glad He promises life in heaven, in His Kingdom, for Eternity.  I feel more like a child now than I did when I was twenty.  I have a friend who is a hundred and four and she says she has to stick around to cheer up the old folks….  Have I already told this story before?  Lucretia sneaks in my mind because she always made me laugh.  I wish I could have been the same to others.  I may have been a shadow.  The shadows feel burdensome.  Even in my best efficient deliveries of meals, the seriousness in my cocoon showed me somber.  I missed the mark of being light hearted. Keep Reading

The Trust Perk

On a blustery, cold afternoon, the night comforter appeared as if brought by the wind to take away the light of day.  The tea kettle was on, and my son stoked the fire totally ready to sit for a supper of onion chicken soup.

We stared at the image and wondered, is it a frog ?  Maybe two?  An obstructed owl or a crab?  The heart spoke out to me.  It was a moment to be captured in a photograph.

The trust perk is in knowing that we can sweep the worries out the door and mop it off the floor.  Worries leave a dusty trace unkind to any luster.  The storms in life are like that.

If the following verse were to be read out loud, one would know the plea so plainly ladened with love, hope, faith, and trust.  All in one breadth, it is an answer to prayer.

” Do not worry about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God.  And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.” __Philippians 4:6-7

In prayer trust is secured through our filters, by our guideposts.  We choose them as we go through life.  We speak to God, our Father.  We trust His Son, Jesus.   The perk is to be free of worries. Keep Reading

Marijuana?

“What lies behind us and what lies before us, are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.” _Ralph Waldo Emerson

What difference would this quote have made had we read it and discussed early on in our lives?  Maybe this is an example of something that requires us to have a past.  Maybe this quote inflates the present to encourage being better in the future.

I think the present moment is the gift for being aware, for recognizing, for absorbing all that can enhance our physical, emotional, and spiritual survival.  There is no prison greater than losing control of one’s own mind.

Marijuana generates an initial sense of fear in many at the onset of using it.  That red flag is the warning.  Marijuana activates the sense of sight to see colors brighter.  That certainly must affect the nerves of the eyes.  The brain’s receptors relax.  That sense of ease causes laughter and a high that stimulates a sense of being more in touch with self.  There is more than I can say because I cannot relate to giving up my power of thinking.  In other words, I refused to smoke joints.

Marijuana triggers dangerous side effects, including the dopiness preserved to describe the users.  Why would anyone choose to join such a group?  I find it offensive to be in the company of people talking gibberish.  How could anyone choose to spend money like that even before knowing how to take care of themselves and other humans?  It is our responsibility to learn how to survive. Keep Reading

In My Heart

In my heart (and yours too) abides a longing for the ultimate good.  It was in the quiet afternoons when I could get away from the ever present mundane tasks, that I dared to retreat with a quote in honor of the day, for the sake of marking it as important, and mostly because its outpour could not last in my pocket.  My heart needed to live in acrylics, had to express in paint the gratitude for the time, place, and peace born within the compounds of the words.  That’s how the gates sobered the peace beyond my understanding.

Somehow the signs continued miraculously appear…  A visit inspired activity blossomed in the heart of a pineapple for me to share…

 

“i carry your heart with me ( carry it in my heart)….

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

( here is the rotor the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of a tree called life:which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart ( i carry it in my heart)

__e.e. cummings

 

It was a time to come home for healing and Daniel, the oldest of four, came to harvest a pineapple from our garden.  Sometimes words fail us to have a salve to a problem, and that’s when doing the right possible thing leaves us refreshed…

To grow a pineapple, all one needs to do is slice the crown and place it in water for a few days to see the roots evolving.  Then it’s about putting it in ground and watering it to give it hope to thrive, just like humans…  The length of time may surprise you…  So much depends upon the weather…  and the sun does make a difference…  Maybe that’s where the warmth sweetens the juice.  They say the smaller ones are sweeter.  I seldom had one that wasn’t and some were even bigger.  Go figure.

 

 Daniel had called to say he was coming and I remembered him saying he was standing by the edge of a river near Hailley, Idaho.  In Sun Valley is where he first set his heart to learn the practice of being an adult.  What ?  I’m still working at it !
We unfold chapter by chapter…

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Faux Pas : an Apology for Jeremy

Slice it, dice it, mince it and the texture changes, yet the flavor of an onion remains the same.  In preparing the Romanian eggplant salad, I know how to tweak the crunch to please the palate.  Add olive oil and lemon with just one teaspoon of salt and pepper to taste, and the well beaten pulp of the four to five baked eggplants is truly delicious.  The eggplants are pierced with a fork and set on an aluminum foil lined cookie sheet and baked at 400 degrees for an hour.  Once cooled, it is sliced open, spooned into the mixing bowl.  I let it mix for at least fifteen minutes…  There is a point to this…

Likewise, the mindful storage of kitchenware ameliorates the efficiency in preparing a meal.  Certain tools fit comfortably like an old glove to stir a batter or flip a crepe.  Timing of course is equally important and multitasking at some point reminisces a concert like all of Vivaldi’s Four Seasons.  We become better at what we practice more and as a piano teacher reminded my sons, perfect practice makes perfect.  Oh, the stress of it all!  Even with the most proficient care,  cooks, and I dare say, master chefs, have blunders.  Yes, most have essential blenders, but unfortunately, there are “blunders.”

YIKES, what a word: BLUNDER!  It constructs the image of an unseen event, as if our eyes may have been shut.  So true.  In a careless instant, a burn of any kind near the stove or oven, can be assuaged by” dusting it good” with flour; yep, keep a jar for an emergency dip, and voila, the pain subsides.  Oh, but where can “blunder” be stored ?  In the pantry, or can it be discarded?

Mind you that after clearly remembering the location of certain kitchen gadgets so aptly placed in entirely too many kitchens due to moving ( fourteen times in thirty-eight years to be exact), I need to rely on a quote by John Muir in order to make my point clearer about blunders or the more elegant word: faux pas.

“When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it all attached to the rest of the world.” __John Muir

No wonder we falter, even a gourmet cook or a theologian for that matter can be tactless and meet up wit Faux Pas.  “Stupid is as stupid does” said Forrest Gump, and even remarks spoken or written in error are in fact wholly unholy.  Just as I was brewing to write an apology to Jeremy of Accelerated Web Solutions for doing and saying the unthinkable about a glitch on this site over the weekend, Pastor Bryan Jones from Grace Church knocked at the door for an unannounced visit.  My favorite kind because then I can excuse the ruckus of the four dogs so easily ignored by the seven hens and one rooster in the front yard.  If a feather makes its way to the entrance, I too can ignore it with a sigh.

The how “do-you-dos,” the catch up on weather reports of wishing for global warming due to the exceedingly cold temperatures and abhorring the dense, menacing fog then led to the sharing of health issues among us and friends, and family situations, including the announcement of the new Thursday Bible studies at 2:00 PM.  PHEW!  Thank God I had home baked  Greek cookies and Guava nectar to serve.   I held on to my tea towel, how did Pastor Bryan end up talking about Apostle Paul’s admittance of wrongdoing in Romans:7 ?  He blurted something so fast I asked him to let me write it down.  I handed him my trusty Zondervan Bible and he read just what I needed to hear.  Was it a coincidence?  The amicable exchange of stories filled a pleasant afternoon hour and he blessed us with a prayer.  Bless his heart.

I returned to this task at hand to face the same dilemma Apostle Paul addressed in Romans 7:15-16 : “I do not understand what I do.  For what I want to do, I do not do but what I hate I do.  And if I do what I do not want to do, I agree that the law is good.”  Okay, it may sound like a riddle, but in essence the blunder dance with faux pas steps throws yoke in the face.  The law of kindness is the one sometimes easily forgotten.

Being “overwhelmed” already admits to be in the “throws of under”.  It is in such a state coupled with impatience that my hand used the power of the pen to accuse in retaliation to a task that was simply resolved with the click of Jeremy’s mouse in a timely fashion.  Being entirely focused on slicing, dicing, and mincing to deliver the strongest message I could, the flavor turned out TACTLESS.  The devil did not make me do it.  The imperfection is within me.  Plus, years ago I painted Ralph Waldo Emerson’s quote on a tiny framed canvas: “Adopt the pace of nature, her secret is patience.”

I faltered. I blundered.  I apologize to Jeremy for the rude Monday morning surprise.  He is an asset to Accelerated Web Solutions as he gave his time and expertise with great patience and he went above and beyond the call of duty to assist me in constructing this blog.  The planning and preparation to deliver messages that attract an audience is important to me.  I wish I had beat the giants in the invention of the technology that magically serves a feast of options to suit individual preferences.  Jesus said we would do greater things than He…  His modesty is divine.   His Father too must smile.  I do too when I think of how He invented an onion.

 

“Forgiveness does not change the past, but it does enlarge the future.”

__Paul Boese