Monthly Archives: December 2011


Eliminate physical clutter.
More importantly, eliminate spiritual clutter.
Sometimes I think it should be a rule of war
that you have to see somebody up close and get to know him
before you can shoot him.
April 10, 1915 – December 7, 2011
Elephants and grandchildren never forget.
January 14, 1919 – November 4, 2011
Being the richest man in the cemetery doesn’t matter to me. 
Going to bed at night saying we’ve done something wonderful,
that’s what matters to me.
February 24, 1955 – October 5, 2011
You find out who your real friends are when you’re involved in a scandal.
February 27, 1932 – March 23, 2011
When i go out there, I have no pity on my brother. I’m out there to win.
January 12, 1944 – November 7, 2011
The only mountain that i would still like to climb: I’d like to break 85.
September 16, 1927 – June 23, 2011 – age 83
“I think we need to be put back in touch with our childhood…
to be reminded of what’s important,
like memories about people we loved,
or things that happened to us that affected our lives,
things we can laugh about and shed a few tears about…
I think storytelling is a way of saying ‘I love you.
I love you enough to tell you something that means a great deal to me.'”
June 2, 1918 – June 12 2011
I believe the equal rights amendment is a necessity of life for all citizens. 
The cabinet sometimes felt that I shouldn’t be so outspoken.
April 8, 1918 – July 8, 2011
You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,
Skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised.
April 1, 1949 – May 27, 2011
Part four: Time and Eternity 1924

Death is a dialogue between
The Spirit and the dust.
“Dissolve” says death – The spirit “Sir
I have another Trust” 
Death doubts it, argues from the ground.
The spirit turns away
Just laying off, for evidence,
An overcoat of clay 
1830 – 1886


Searching my mind for the perfect word that for a whole year i could hold dear. It does not come, not just one, but, many. More words than i have ever thought of before. Which one is my 2012 word? I will go into the new year once more with no word. A conclusion of a substitution of words not a one will have to do.  An abounding overflow of letters and sounds will be my cup of tea.  The words that come, through me to flow, will speak to my heart soft and low.  


Blogging has led me to some delightful, online friendships. Frequent interchange is with a few people that have a great interest in writing. On my travels around the web, i happened upon this photo that i found appealing and wanted to share with my writer friends. I happen to use blank index cards all the time for quick drawings and writing of notes. I will have to use them to write more ideas on how to use them :-)
“Nabokov wrote most of his novels on 3″x 5” note cards, 
keeping blank cards under his pillow for whenever 
inspiration struck. Seen here: a draft of Lolita.”


I am thinking that perhaps a trip to the Portland art museum would be a good trip to make one day this week, if Cj wants to go. If she doesn’t, i may go yon anyway. It tends to clear some cobwebs when i step away from my usual environment.

Fort those who are visiting, i am wondering if you would tell me some of the places that you like to go, in your area. Places that help clear the gossamer threads.


It’s okay.
Just relax and take a deep breath.
It’s all about doing things with a very special kind Love.
The kind of Love that is not of us, but comes through us.
It is not something that we buy.
It comes through simple ways. 
It is Love.
Dear, children of God.
Look into someone’s eyes.
Shake a hand.
Give a hug.
Speak in a loving tone.
Give a pat on the back.
Kiss a cheek.
Listen to someone.
Hold a hand.
Tie a shoe.
Allow Love to flow to others.
It is the best gift-giving in the world.


art  art  art
so many things
and words come
and images come 
and paint 
yes, painting gets done 
everything in God’s time
children leap
if they can
and when
no fear  no fear  no fear 
it should never 
be so dear 
as to fear 
the art of play 
or the play of art 
leap any way 
you can 
a dance of the heart 


I came to a child-like faith and Love of Jesus in the 1970’s. I had wandered away from that for 25 years, married   twice, both times to non-believers.  But, i came back. I entered a place of major depression and anx…and during that time, God was the only one for me to talk with. With a part of life gone, it was good to see that He was there with me in that place.
I see and know that God is with me now, even with all the things that have been given back to me for this time. I know that all that we have been given is just for a short time. All the good and the bad that we go through, it’s just for this short life that we have been given.
For me, it is God, that is the the higher power. But, to have God, i knew that needed to believe in His son. I struggled with a doubt of Jesus that came upon me then, a stubborn doubt that haunted me, until i returned to the child-like Love of Jesus. That took a couple of years, and i do not want to go back to the doubt.

It was in the child faith where freedom came. I don’t tend to try and prove my belief to others. But, I have found less reason to be afraid of speaking about it, to non believers, and i like more to be able to have a place with others in which it is accepted to speak of it. An acceptance and some understanding. Mainly, i just believe, and try to pay attention. I am still like everyone else, in that i am live on the earth where there is darkness. The closer one is to this darkness, the harder it is to see it, but, it is there none the less.

I think a person can be walking far away from the light for many years, and not know it. I was. Now, i know, that even with God, i still live walking this scale of light to dark. And, that everyone that believes, still lives in place between the light of God and the darkness of evil. 
We continually have choice to use in life. Sometimes we use our choice to take us farther from the light, and sometimes we use our choice in a way that bring us closer. I have found that walking close to the light is the best place to be.  Even if i must make, what seems at the time to be, a hard, and not so rewarding, choice. The  darkness brings to us some very enticing choices that are hard to pass up.
We can be living in some kind of torture and still be walking in the Light, we can be living in ease and be blinded by the darkness. What believers go through, they can go through it, either closer the light or to the darkness.  
I find it better to go through everything closer to the Light, in the child-like Love for Jesus, which connects my spirit to the Spirit of God, who is of Love and Light.


I’m not going to a church service today.  I know that much.
It’s true.  I don’t want to join a denominational religion.  And
if i don’t join, and join-in, and become part of the program, i
am an outsider.  I realize that, and i understand it.  It is tiring
to be the continual visitor in a denominational group of believers.
Continually facing the truth of not being a part of the group in
which i think i should naturally feel a part of.  I know, it’s
seems an unreal expectation.  Usually i can take part and let
go of this expectation, and then some days i am just too
tired to do it.

When it comes to denominations, it is much easier to be either
in or out.  I just can’t do all that it takes to be called by their name.
It’s not that i don’t accept the people the way that they are,
it is more like i can’t accept “being” all that it takes to be called
by their name.  Not the name christian, but the denominational
name.  Though i must say that the name christian has many
meanings beyond simply being a follower of Christ.

These are morning thoughts, but, they are my sunday morning
thoughts.  Not the same as other days, just as my thoughts
around christmas are not the same as other days.

These thoughts are about how i am different.
Different than non-believers,
and different than denominational believers.
Different than book-writing believers.
Different than right-wing believers.
Different than all the “groups” of believers.

I feel as if i’m a believer without a home.

Which makes sense, actually.
For that is what i am.
I am a believer,
and this place is not a believer’s home.
The only true believer’s home, is in Jesus.

Me in Jesus and Jesus in me.



be strong
put on
the full armor of

the gospel of peace
the word of God
the Holy Spirit
in the Spirit
on all occasions
with all kinds
or prayers
and requests
be alert
and always
keep on praying for all the saints
I am getting the idea that Paul wanted believers to pay attention. He knew that a saint could be overcome if he did not stay alert and prepared. I agree with him. We are given quite a number of things that we need in God through Jesus. 
In humbleness to God and in gratefulness to God for His Grace to us… in this meeting, between God and believers, a mixing of His grace and our gratefulness. This prayer in the Spirit, it’s like the making of a complete circle, a living and flowing bond coming together like two rivers meeting and flowing together as one. What i am understanding, is that the relationship of talking and listening with God is the main thing, our life with Him, a big deal, important…really important.
I think we all better get with it, and talk, in the Spirit, with God…like, all the time. What do you think?