Let us today reach out with our finger and plug the dyke, lest a rush of this pandemic flood of angst overtake us.
We are such funny people, aren’t we? One little speck of energy these days lies latent under 50 mattresses, and our busy minds worry it into a hotbed of troubles.
Yes, sir, then we’ve got troubles. Yes, ma’am, then we’ve got troubles, right here in River City, with a capital T and that rhymes with E and that stands for Egoooo!
Leftside, rightside, backside, frontside, over and around we turn, mattresses complaining, minds exclaiming. Just like the Music Man (1962 film) who cons a culture-deprived community, this little speck of energy, whatever it is, can con us into believing that it IS the universe instead of one PART of the universe.
STOP TOSSING AND TURNING! Throw a protective blanket of divine energy over and around this speck, and move on.
May it be so.
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It has been two days since I visited my sister-in-law in the memory care unit. An intense collage of feelings have mixed with tears as I struggle to make sense of the unsensible.
GONE WHERE ARE YOU MOMENTS OF TERROR HUMOR GRIEF UNLESS YOU BECOME LIKE LITTLE CHILDREN YOU CANNOT ENTER THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN WITHOUT THE ABILITY TO THINK…IS THERE A SOUL it’s all there.
Phyllis was diagnosed with Alzheimers two years ago and now after another fall and a broken hip and a move, the disease has progressed dramatically in a short time. I am grateful that my brother hasn’t lived to witness this.
At last this morning I was gifted with a measure of sense and hope:
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Good morning, everyone! Here’s a little gift to begin your day or continue on your way.
Six O’Clock Dawn: Homer Meets Alice Walker
Rosy-fingered dawn sashays down the horizon-catwalk
Flinging flamingo pink boa over the shoulder
Of her amethyst-studded tangerine-on-azure array.
One blink of her lash-laden eyes launches
Electric sparks of yellow, red and indigo
That saturate color-starved clouds waiting on the catwalk sidelines.
“Any God I ever felt in church I brought in with me.”
Bring her on!
Rita H Kowats 9-10-16