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walking on the blue side of night wanting to slice the sky open and taste the creamy filling.
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Category Archives: somethin’
the Gift
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God has given me Love through the Son it is God God continues to give me Love it is gift it is free no money can buy and i can not sell God’s Love, not mine not what i love not what i’m in-love with not what i can make not even what i can give God fills me with this thing that is what God is this force that is God not what the world thinks of as love i go to God and He fills my heart and out of my heart He flows He is like the wind that i can not see i can only see what He, His Love, moves . . .story
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We are born and immediately we communicate.
All throughout time people continue to think of new ways to do this.
Most people learn to speak sounds that their parents use, and then
learn to write characters that have been made to represent the sounds.
ways of
touching
creating thought
making a connection
At some point we made poetry…
I notice that small children love story that has rhythm.
Some of the earliest poetry is believed to have been orally recited or sung.
You probably wonder why i’m bothering to write about being born
and living and communication and poetry. Well, it’s just this. I am going
to tell you a story. This story was told to me by my sister.
Now, my sister is sixty-one years old. And, no, she does not write poetry.
See, her husband left her, and her three sons married and moved away,
and my parents, who lived near-by, on the same land, died within two
months of each other. All this happing in a fairly short amount of time.
My sister was in her fifties at the time.
She still lives on the farm, which is in a very rural area of Wyoming. She
found employment in three places. One job is cleaning offices two times
a week in a town to the north. And two other jobs; one job is overnight care
for those that reside at a 24-bed care center for the elderly, and the other job is
an assistant cook position at a head start center, both of these jobs are in a
town to the east of the farm.
That is part of her story. Which brings us to another story. There is a
woman that lives in the care center who was born in November of 1920.
That makes her 91 years old. And she has recently taken to writing
poetry for the first time in her life. Her name is Helen.
Recently a fire alarm went off in the middle of the night at the care
center. Meaning that my sister had to get everyone up and out of
the building. It wasn’t a fire drill, but, she also could not see any evidence
of fire. But she did what she was supposed to do, and got them all out.
As she went to get Helen, she found that Helen was actually in her bathroom.
My sister, in the process of getting Helen up and out, told Helen that this
experience would be good for a poem.
And so, for my sister, Helen wrote one…and here it is.
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A Fire Drill
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A fire alarm I didn’t hear
As I was sitting on the pot
A staff member rushed in
And ordered me to stop.
A difficult thing to do
My job I hadn’t finished.
I wish I had been through
My discomfort would have been diminished.
Caught with my pants down
Oh, what a trial
I could only frown
As she turned away to smile.
Luckily i wasn’t in the shower
Completely in the nude
That would have become
A very strange interlude!
She hurried me along
Quickly I was outside
With a deep breath I took
My embarrassment I did hide.
The fire drill was a success
Practices we must heed
In case of a fire
Prepared we will be!
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the grain-ola recipe ~
. 1 cup slivered almonds toasted ✻ we flatten whole almonds with a clean hammer then chunk them with a knife 2 1/2 to 3 cups rolled oats 3/4 teaspoon cinnamon (or to your liking) . 1/4 cup almond or vegetable oil 1/2 cup honey . ✻ the recipe also calls for 1 cup of flaked coconut, but, i usually don’t add this . – combine almonds, oats and cinnamon ( the dry stuff ) . blend honey and oil (the liquid stuff ) and drizzle over the oat mixture ✻ i don’t drizzle…i dump it in. . mix well . bake at 350 degrees. ✻ we use a cookie sheet for baking. . it says 30 minutes, stiring… ✻ but we do it for 20 minutes, stiring it half way through, at 10 minutes . ✻ watch carefully toward the end, it can burn on you. . . .saturday sharing
I thought it might be fun to show you some things pinned on Pinerest.
This is a blue rabbit bowl made of porcelain, by the artist, Sue Tirrell
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This sunflower piece is by Miroco Machito.
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A sunflower pastel by Jimmy Wright.
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And Lorrie Rasom pinned a cranberry almond granola recipe.
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Steel-cut oats, or Irish oats: Groats that have been chopped into small pieces. They have a firmer texture than rolled oats. Steel-cut oats have a mild flavor & a starchy texture; and can be substituted for rice in pilaf or risotto or used as a delicious topping for salads
Rolled oats, or old-fashioned oats: Commonly called oatmeal These are oat groats that are steamed and flattened with huge rollers so that they cook quicker, in about 5 to 15 minutes. They are a great binder for meat loaf and can be used in stuffing for chicken or turkey.
Quick oats: These are groats that have been cut into several pieces before being steamed and rolled into thinner flakes, thus reducing the cooking time to 3-5 minutes. While they cook quicker, any oat aficionado will tell you that they lack the hearty texture and nutty flavor of the less-processed varieties.
Instant oats: These are made by chopping groats into tiny pieces, precooking them, drying them, then smashing them with a big roller. They need only be mixed with a hot liquid. They usually have flavorings and salt added. All of this processing removes all traces of the original texture and rich flavor of the groats.
Oat flour: Oat flour is made from groats that have been ground into a powder, and contains no gluten so it does not rise like wheat flour. It can also be made at home by grinding rolled oats into a powder in a blender. It has a delicate texture that will produce moist & tender baked goods.
Note: If purchasing in the bulk section, make sure that the bins containing the oats are covered, free from debris, and that the store has a good product turnover to ensure its freshness. Smelling the oats will tell you if they are fresh. Store in an airtight container in a cool, dry and dark place where they will keep for approximately two months.
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. . . . . . the magnolia is antique or is it ancient like crossing your fingers it doesn’t matter in this place this farm where the needle is lost in the haystack and the secrets are buried beneath the skin leaving hands hungry to touch the truth in the growing storm . . . .
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it’s a black and blue day running into the night when my baby’s away don’t know wrong from right i’m a misguided missile with no target in sight it’s a black and blue day without you . . . .2
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everything is part of something connected to something else holding on to letting go of growing up into where we came . . . .1
. . . do you not know desire how wonderful and deadly it can be consuming red flames it can be the dull and pitiful ache of self . . . .
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I did another experiement.
This one was done with white crayon and watercolour on a piece of thin, white, sketch paper.
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The paper soaked-up the watercolour quite a bit in the crayoned areas.
But i think that crayon texture is interesting.
I would have to avoid painting certain areas if i wanted them completely white.
You might notice a canvas-like texture, because the paper was on a canvas cloth, that i use to cover my art table.
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I’m finding that i’m much more into details of whole paintings. Framing (cropping) areas that i like.
Perhaps i will eventually just do a whole painting like one of the cropped images. Until then, i will just keep on cropping.
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The paper soaked-up the watercolour quite a bit in the crayoned areas.
But i think that crayon texture is interesting.
I would have to avoid painting certain areas if i wanted them completely white.
You might notice a canvas-like texture, because the paper was on a canvas cloth, that i use to cover my art table.
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I’m finding that i’m much more into details of whole paintings. Framing (cropping) areas that i like.
Perhaps i will eventually just do a whole painting like one of the cropped images. Until then, i will just keep on cropping.
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do not give me a rose it will not do i want something down home pluck a daisy pinch a poppy catch a wild flower roll in clover over and over dare to be a dandelion . . . . . Rose is the theme for May, at tweetspeak poetry.remind
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i need flowers to remind me of what i am . . . .turquoise
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. who’s to say if a rose is a rose who knows if someday walking in an alley i might think of turquoise brick that way . . . . . . . . . Rose is the word for May at tweetspeak poetry.may
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one rose not without thorns petals of Love blossom open give . . . . . . . . Rose; it’s the poetry subject for the month of May, at tweetspeak.
A LITTLE SOMETHIN' 