Reinvigorated

Hello and welcome to my newly revised blog. ..I want to thank the man who inspired me Jon Katz, ; author, blogger, husband, farmer, and all around neat guy as well as a deep thinker which I truly appreciate.  He is fiercely honest.  I am courageous...kinda....we will see. PS Jon's  blog is Bedlam Farm Journal

Okay well, I'm just super hard typing on a teeny tiny cheap a tablet maybe someday I'll be able to get my big pant computer and it'll be a lot less hard welcome and I hope you find inspiration truth to power interesting bits and Bobs beautiful photography humor inspiration already said that knowledge prayers blessings  go out to you  I'm also on Instagram skyfeatherart,,,,,and that's all I'm going to do right now cuz it's like the 9th time I tried to Google voice type this blog post and post it so take care

April 30, 2019..hope this new blog name has gone thru

Thru The Grasslands

Coastal ridge tops island blue
Sandy mountain pink and beige
Clarity can return
Like strands of cloud
From which to gaze.

The city horrors fall away
Along my mind the mirage
Pale and blue
Fades to grey
Like these hopes
On which I pray.

Swifts dart thru
The green grassland
Preserved and held aside
Above a brilliant egret soars
The city ghetto too
Has to glide
So far away.

As nature's breath
Relaxes my soul
The blackbirds work
To catch their meal
Upon the wind
And north forever
All I see
California's beauty gold.

Coughs in the Night/God's Heavenly Tease

70 year old Steve with a bum foot, who listened patiently to my righteous, indignant rant.  "Check out Karl Marx's Communist Manifesto, " he suggested.  Maybe someday, if and when I am back in the game again, homeless still...


The young Latina bundled head to toe in the MacDonalds at 6:30 a.m., with an obviously painful, wrapped up foot, limping,   homeless still...


I have seen third world scenarios in one of the richest areas in this universe.  It is heartbreaking--Is this why I am here Lord?  To break open my heart,  to experience a deep, deeper compassion? 

In  this most prosperous and selfish country of ours, whose leaders I am so disappointed in,  so disappointed in the powers that be, in those who have established rigid 20th century doctrines and guidelines, whose walls have yet to crumble even as the current infrastructure is imploding...

The darling dark-haired boys with faces like cherubs
And souls just as sweet
Mexican Mama  with her mellow temperment
Trudging off,  down the road,  next to  the ferocious  freeway,
Walking  down the flashing- early morning- exhaust- filled  Main Street
Getting her brood on the bus
Another day
Off to their school
Homeless still...


The fifty-something former nurse who can listen to all the varying
Coughs in the night
And pinpoint:  pneumonia, whooping,  flu,  TB
She herself treads nearly barefoot on flipflops
Her mission for the day?
Chemo for breast cancer,
Homeless still...


Choking  back the tears, plowing them asunder
You reap what you sew----Do you???????????

And so the tears flow
But as I press the MacDonald napkin to my face
I know that I have to suck them up RIGHT NOW,
To bite it
To come away from the sweet sorrow in my soul
Where,  like a deep pool, the emotions swirl...
And face the day.

 
The drumbeat of my determined ambition
Not to sink below the dark waves
Propelling me ever forward
Like an ever-fragile, ever-flopping,
Ever- failing, ever- floating feather
In this never-ending whisper,  breeze,
Tornado-
Tease of life. . .

Heavenly Shaft

Heavenly shaft of light-
What dreams may come,
Which crash then burn
Who's  on the run to capture
The essence of
Angelic sight

Wings of love
God's holy shaft
What friends may come
Which crash then burn
Which friend or foe
Cause me to run

White lit horizon of heavenly grace
What smile runs upon my face
What sorrow's depth
What laughter might
Turn this soul away from night

Above the gleam
In a heavenly eye
Below a spark of earth's delight
What dreams may come
What love sustains
Only light from the heavenly shaft remains.

Beauty and Ashes...

Heard Joyce Meyers give her personal story on her sermon tv show this morning.  I needed to hear it and her last words to all of us tv viewers was "don't give up."

     My faith has been sorely tested of late, this whole year 2011 always seems such a wash--Meeting new friends has been so sweet tho---It has been a constant source of beauty for me thru out---Thank you to my old and new friends>>>>Debbie with the golden eyes who gave me a sweet hug this morning at Vons. >>>> Sally who gave me words of encouragement at the one stop center..."You are to be commended,"  she expressed,,,,for being here every day, plugging away, trying not to let this young-sounding /new tennis elbow/ going -beyond- middle- age freighter  from going under.  And the lovely letter from dear SP---Thank you my dear!!
     I can't let my smile go down.   I must push and press and pop up again and again and again above so many (yes it is true) ashes, but beyond and above the ashes there is so very much beauty....
    So at this special being -with -your -loved -ones time it is good to think of sweet memories past, sweet people in the world, sweet creatures, and blessed birds, a roof over my head, a gorgeous central coast sunny day,  a little vegetarian food,  and a little frolic....
    Whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is true ....think about these things.....From St. Paul

And a big fat  " Happy Tofu Turkey Day"  to everyone!!!!