Monday, September 18, 2017

All Praise be to God, to whom all praise is due

These days, I've adopted a monkish life. My day starts as anyone's would. A shower, a shave, a made bed and eventually a morning cup of coffee. Then the thought of prayer comes. When will my knees hit the floor? When will the morning prayer app on my iPhone provide me with routine words of reflection? When will The routine provide an impetus for creativity to flow? Usually, by 7:45am the keys, wallet, and assorted necessary accouterments are pocketed as the door closes behind me. Will the bike ride be taken today, or will my Ford be driven? Hmm... decisions, decisions.The mass begins at 8:00am and Fr.Angelito is usually there Wednesday and Thursday.Fridays are his day off.The Celebration of the Mass grounds me. Christ is present in the Eucharist, and in my life.

I am thankful for what has been given me, what has been taken from me, and for what has been left me. As I am before my maker, this is all that I am. Nothing more... nothing less.May I do the will of my higher power, always. Thy will, not mine, be done. I am reminded of a prayer my younger sister Nancy used to pray. "Be thee to whom, one mind, compassion, OM. All praise be to God, to whom all praise is due." This prayer is beautiful, not only because it takes my mind off of myself, but it reminds me why I am here on earth. To give praise to a God that loves me.

My Sister Mary Ann is shown below. This was taken in the summer of 2016, which is the last time I saw her alive.She is with God now.She left us this past summer, shortly before her 80th birthday. She will be remembered fondly by her family, community, and friends.She is someone who put everything aside in her personal life to follow Jesus Christ.She is a beautiful soul whose Spirit will live on.Her presence is felt,even as I write.

Wednesday, September 06, 2017

No cause for the blues.

I'm listening to The Paul Butterfield Blues Band, which has been an acquired taste over the years. I first heard them back in College and was surprised to hear that many of these Chicago Blues men went on to play with many of my favorite musicians in and around the Bay Area. Today I understand Blues as being a style, a way of life for some and perhaps an attitude for others. It does not have to mean something depressive though. This rich creative tradition has been born out of tough times...and we have all had tough times.The trouble is that it is easy to get stuck there.As the saying goes, "If you don't dig the blues, you better check your shoes, you might have a hole in your sole."Why there is a pack of smiling dogs beneath this post, I haven't a clue. But hey, dogs live the blues.

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Later, Gator !

This is a rock I found, that is actually a piece of petrified wood that I decorated with glow in the dark paint and florescent paint. It so resembled a gator that it had to be transformed and placed in this poster advertising the Louisiana Bayou country. I sometimes find that it is easier to find art in nature than to find the nature of art (if that makes any sense )

Tuesday, August 01, 2017

The White light of the Holy Spirit

This image has been modified in Photoshop. The original is of a glow in the dark, crochet design made by my good friend, Veda Florez ( see exhibit B ). She is a very creative,resourceful and inventive person. She has re-imaged herself many times over the course of her life.This motif is held above my window sill where it can be observed both day and night. It attracts sunlight during the day, and moonlight at night. This is the same light which surrounds us all. This light is known as the White light of the Holy Spirit,which will guide and direct us in life.

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Energy Drop

Today, my energy level plummeted to a low level. My back has been painful too, as I am recovering from lifting lots of boxes yesterday at the Food Distribution program.The usual daily communion service I attend at O.L.P.H. ( Our Lady of Perpetual Help ) has been put on hold because my ass is dragging.Could it be food poisoning? Could it be the Melatonin I ingested last night to bring about sleep? Could it be that my body just said, "Stop?"

We shall see if my health is restored to its regular vibrancy tomorrow. If not, a visit to the doctor may be in order.Below is me at my usual, overamped energy level.Even if I look like a cat being electrocuted, the image is fitting...well, maybe a bit exaggerated.In any case, I will survive.Incidentally, a new stove arrived at my apartment yesterday and I no longer have to be concerned about being electrocuted while I prepare dishes.Stay tuned.

Monday, July 03, 2017

Interdependence day

This year's Fourth of July celebration hs given me pause.Wouldn't be nice if we as a nation could extend ourselves to those who may need us? Who need our resources and skills? Wouldn't it be nice if we could learn from the simplicity and free spirit of a less developed nation, like parts of Africa for instance? Interdependence perhaps, because our Independence has been overextended. Now it is more like,"We've got ours and don't need you... so leave us alone or we will hurt you." Is that what our Independence is supposed to look like? I don't think so.

What would it be like if these impoverished nations had what we needed? Would we continue to be a bully to the less fortunate to make sure we stay empowered beyond necessity? This very notion is atrocious, and yet is seems entirely plausible given the current state of the nation...and dare I say, "The World?"

Information is the watchword because the message travels faster than ever, usually, at the expense of its validity, authenticity and most importantly, it's effectiveness. Welcome to the Tower of Babel and what some call "Fake News", which by all accounts is what the Internet really is dishing up.When and if the meek shall inherit the earth, it will be a wonderment what the planet will look like then... and the meek may have no use for it.

Monday, May 01, 2017

Catching Up

I am happy today. Even if don’t know if my loving Higher Power would worry about the world’s problems, or my problems. I sense that my loving Higher Power would feel compassion instead. I feel encouraged by this loving compassion, and it helps me to tackle my problems as best as I can … while being aided by the courage my loving Higher Power has granted me through the Serenity Prayer.

"God grant me the Serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference."

The work I do is blessed by my attempt to connect to this Power which I choose to call"God". I do my best to honor my intuition and the gentle leanings of my conscience.My God conscience dictates my behavior in many instances.

This brings into question: What am I holding onto? or more accurately,What am I willing to let go? The strings to my wallet are pretty tight.Even if I am not my money, my money is directly connected to my survival.This usually brings me into focus.Although I would like to think that I am not squeezing each nickel presently, I have learned to save and plan for the future, not just my bills. So, I guess you could say that I am still "Catching Up".