Friday, March 31, 2023
Another "Better" day! Yeah!
Thursday, March 30, 2023
DUMB!!!!!---as in...STUPID!!!!! Duh!
Wednesday, March 29, 2023
And----Another...Beautiful-day! Amen!
Tuesday, March 28, 2023
Coward!---Dead!...Good!
Monday, March 27, 2023
Perpetual----Shadow?...Hmm!
Sunday, March 26, 2023
Trespassing!?---Who!?...Me!? Duh!
Saturday, March 25, 2023
Visit! Yeah!
Friday, March 24, 2023
And---the answer is...LOVE! Amen!
Thursday, March 23, 2023
Oh!---How I do love...horses!
Winter-morn (Unicorn)-Horses!
Wednesday, March 22, 2023
Epiphany!---Confession!...Alelluia! (Part 2 oof 2)
I only play because I think I’m really Santa Claus and I intend to give it all away.
Honestly! It is an
“insane” purposed-perversion! I have no-need of riches, don’t need or want
anything! Already got more than I need. Won the elusive “Lottery-of-life-and-love” with a special mantra emblazoned on a
brilliant red pennant Proudly flying
on a golden-staffed gonfalon. Blazing, bold white letters proclaim my meaning: Faith! Family! Freedom! Amen!
Later yet, to celebrate my fortieth
year, I quit my exciting and rewarding “J-O-B”, still enjoying my
precious-Freedom under the guise of
“commitment” and spent the next 18 years with a young man who became my very
best-friend; our 1st grandson, Z.
Tyler! “Fun-’n-games”!
Often took him out of school to play
golf; went to cardinal Thursday afternoon ball games!
Once I came to my senses---Oh! Hell! I knew it all along!...I began
really living holy-Liberty!
Made more money after that “Epiphany”: When you stop chasing money,
it just kind of starts chasing you! Funny!?
And---I know you don’t believe it…That’s quite alright! It does work!
Kind-a like Redemption!-Salvation!---Al you gotta do…is Believe! Isn’t that---just…too easy?
Some have inquired “How?” do you retire at age 40? Do it!---and…Don’t ever
look back!
Yeah! I’m a professional-bum! But, I’m good at it!
Lot’s of Practice! Always!
Won’t admit to having “No ambition.”
Just focused Life-Love in a Measure! Pleasure! Treasure! Trinity!
Reckon so, it does no harm---and, it suits me…to a “T”! Amen!
In the present, I have found an
emotion-devotion to writing---an attempt(?)…anyway!
We’ve been exceedingly Blessed! Faith! Family! Freedom!
Fun-’n-games! Always! Amen!
A Fantastic–family
with beautiful girls and handsome boys; all highly intelligent and kind!
I errantly bragged about my wife, “The Saint”, only to one fine day realize
she’s an “Angel”!
So!?---Another…Epiphany! I “get” the Aussie God Hunters excitement finding a
bit of gold!
You see!
The Pleasure is in the journey! It’s
not some elusive Prize! It’s Playing-the-game!
Baseball isn’t about the tally-score, the victory is simply participating in the
adventure-game!
Maybe it’s as simple as what my
cardiologist says makes a “Good” golfer. Low
expectations!
“Yes!
Lovely-Lady Candice Leah!” I began an explanation, “The charm in finding a tiny sliver of gold is not in the value of the “material”, rather, in the
expression of the virtue!” Amen!
Politely, she didn’t argue. Reckon so
she knows me too well---or…she’s finally just given-up!
Never showed much adult Good-sense---Never needed it…Never found any worth the effort!
Thanksgiving Praise! Honor! Glory! Prayer for Life! & Love!
I solemnly Pray: Dear God! My Lord! Allow, Please, that I might once more enjoy the majesty of the Rocky Mountains, view just once more a soaring eagle from above his position, ride the noble friend-horse view the blue Pacific from a parapet escarpment, visit the Diamond Mine in Arkansas, search Arizona for the Dutchman’s Lost Gold Mine. Savor the sunshine-gold, bathe luxuriant in the glow of an alabaster pale full moon delight, kiss my Love, hug my progeny, revel in a satiated-spirit holy-sacred Peace, Dream-and-do all-the-impossibles, never give-up, make many smile and laugh, offer Praise! Honor! & Glory! Embrace and enjoy! Ride the wild Magic-unicorn across the cosmos-Fantasy! Plant another tree! Live! Love! & Laugh! Another dawn! A new-day! A chance! A “Whisper-wind” time-through-space! Sure enough! Reckon so! If Thy-will be done---I’ll be there!...always and forever! Amen!
For
I live just yonder south of a golden sun high noon
A
bit west below silver-glow alabaster pale full moon
Amen!---Amen!...Amen!
The end
Tuesday, March 21, 2023
Epiphany!---Confession!...Alelluia! (Part 1 of 2)
Epiphany!---Confession!...Alleluia!
(’Tis
true---the Pleasure is in the
adventure…It’s an Awesome-wonder! Amen!)
Watching the hapless gold “miners” on a
program called “Aussie Gold Hunters” one of the “hopefuls” stumbled on a $50
(tiny) sliver-of-a-gold-nugget. “Alleluia!”
Nirvana!? Excitement!
My co-watcher, Lady Candice Leah, just was not at all impressed. Made me wonder “Why?”
“Wow!”
Dripped her sarcasm “How can anyone get excited over a $50 find for all that
work?”
Her focused pragmatism made me laugh out
loud. She’s right, of course. No
profit in “Bum”!
In the last century, when I was a “kid”
just recently turned a “know-it-all” 8 years-of-age I got a brand new kite to
fly the lofty skies of a new born March wind; that “toy” cost 10¢! A worthy sum
in 1955; I don’t remember how I ever scraped together that “immense” sum. Seems
impossible! There was virtually no
money for frivolities, barely funds to provide “necessities”. A new kite was a
frivolous “decadency”. So, of course, I had to have one. Hmm!
So? Dad wanted to go fishing and that
was right up my alley. I took my brand new kite along.
The pond we visited was a water-filled
depression in a farm field which supposedly held fish.
Well! Young (and “dumb”) innocent(?) son decided “kite flying”
should be much more entertaining and “fun” than feeding fish in hopes of
catching one. (Truth is: The toy was
“new” and a curious thing; though I had never “launched” a
“flying-paper” on my own, I had “piloted” several after Dad had gotten them
airborne.) So, surely that should be the “easy” part; I just accepted that the
wind might do the rest once I got the paper-and-sticks off the ground.
So I ran---and ran…and ran over
hill-and-dale trailing the kite tethered to a string behind me.
Reckon-so it’s plenty true that I could
really run fast and far back in those lamented days-of-youth. Try as I might,
the kite refused to fly; even the March winds had deserted my efforts.
At long last, after I ran out of steam,
I heard dad yelling for me. What does he want, now?
He was motioning toward me waving his
hand and yelling, “Come back! Come back!”
I gathered my prized kite and excess
string and started back; it was a long walk.
‘How far were you going to run? To the
next town?” Dad had a way with words! Hmm!
I chose not to answer such a probing
query---because, Well…there was no answer!
I thought that you had to run and keep
running until the kite soared; no such luck.
I think that might have been my first holy-sacred lesson in: Just-for-the-“fun”-of-it! Hmm!
Seems they invented and detailed the
word Hedonist (Pleasure-seeker) just
for me!?
In later years, after I “grew-up” to
become a fine, upstanding, productive, worthy
“adult” with a paying “job” (Just-Over-Broke) I found my
“running” days had not deserted me. While co-workers were diligently putting in
“seat”-time at the office busily “climbing-the-ladder” I found Hedonist-pleasure in fishing, hunting,
golfing, chasing Rainbows! Butterflies! & Unicorns! along with wild Morel-mushrooms and general “loafing”.
One fine spring week day, I found myself lying on my back in a clover field
high up on the bluff observing a red-tail hawk ride thermals.
Wow! I wondered at
his prowess! “Just how high would you have to fly to see those Majestic Rocky
Mountains that I love so dearly?” He didn’t seem to entertain my selfish query.
Too bad!
“Hell!”
I assured myself with a knowing and enviable wry smile, “He’s already seeing
them!” “That” seeming “surrender”-assessment sorely meant to assuage my
“bond-to-earth” lament. Damn!-the-luck!
No-wings! No 8X vision. But, I’ll not be denied; I’ll join him in-spirit!
Just have to manage to “make-do”! Sure-enough! Reckon-so! By then, I had
become expert!
Oh!
Yeah!
The “corporate” genius-powers offered
me promotions; I opted for sacred-Freedom!
“Money” couldn’t buy me! There’s a Biblical word to define such trades. No! Thanks!
(Part 2 of 2 tomorrow)
Monday, March 20, 2023
Youth-curious! Ahh!
Allow indulgent heart-throb mist memory-bliss
A strong-muscled handsome Adonis-sure
A curious boy or girl explores Love-charm
At sprouted-towns slow-cadenced beats
In barn-lofts surrounded by golden-wheats
Where lake-water rowboat romantic-meets
Sweet-curiosity of Love!-tempt warm-heats
Map-design refine, assign, confine, resign-trace
In valley-Lo embrace desire-wild spirit-delight
Rejoice! Not-lost amnesia-like attitude live-soul
Endorphins-spike sweet-savor “Love-curiosity” a-jingle
Short-breathed, high-flying “I’m-in-Love!” tempestuous-kiss
Too soon-mundane drudgery often denies any “Good-news”
Practiced expected-only habit fosters couch-potato boor-styled
“Love!” survive-thrives “Youth-curious” Love-me-tender…song
Revere: Commandments-10---sacred beloved…8-Beatitudes!
Sunday, March 19, 2023
Mother's Love!
Mother's Love!
In the
soft-stillness of a child’s bedroom a mother
prays her
progeny’s holy-nighttime sacred-psalm---
“Amen!” she
whispers…followed by a reverent echo.
“Prayer comforts
a pure heart.” Mommy allows.
“Music soars a
spirit-wild.” Compliments the child.
“Love! Sings-our-prayer!” Concludes Dear-Mother.
Stroking soft
silky-strands, “Mommy” comforts
her child upon a
bosom-tender as she silent-prays
Thanksgiving for
the blessing and dares selfish-hope
for God’s
protection and a satiating ‘happy”-life.
When, at last,
the tiny head lays heavy, she slips a
thin arm away,
gently kisses the tender cheek laying
soft hand upon
the forehead-cool, smiling tenderly.
“Good night! My
child! Pleasant dreams!
---Happy
life!...One day, true-Love! Amen!”
And---of-innocence
is-born…Oh! Sacred-Truth!
Now---I-lay
me-down to-sleep…
Safe!
Comfort-warm! Peace!-keep
Amen!
Saturday, March 18, 2023
Happy Birthday! (Report)
Friday, March 17, 2023
Happy Birthday! Lexi! Yea!
Happy
Birthday! Lexi!
(March
18, 2023 Yea! Celebrate!)
Hey! Gorgeous!
Intelligent!
That Murray college-girl
Personality!
Talent!
“Professor?” Loving Perfect-swirl!
God blessed us once
again with a Love-package emotion
name
of Alexandria Elizabeth who brought
delightful
times
and even more fun for all of us to celebrate life and
sacred-holy
Love with games in Awesome Wonder space
with
silly things like trying (in vain) to teach ole Bapa to
say
the alphabet correcrly like Lexli-Lu knew to be true
(His
favorite “letter” he claimed to be “l-m-n-o-p”)
and
also
to have him emulate her intelligence for counting to
a
simple number tally “10”, of course, Lexi was already
aged
“3” and Bapa was way too old to learn the difficult
stuff
which Brilliant-granddaughter easy
knew so well!
But,
we sure-enough I reckon-so had us so special
times!
Played
ball! Rode horse! Went swimming! Played hide ‘n seek!
I
never took you out of school to go play golf like I did for brother.
Often,
we were together when Little-Lexi babysat ole Bapa! Hmm!
I
respect that my Lexi-girl like poetry
absent purposed rhyme
Indulge
me! Sweetheart! Together we share a
sacred Love-time
So
very Proud of our young-lady! There’s
nothing she can’t do!
With
cousins, family and kin fun-days
shared we most surely knew
Tackled!
Tamed! Successful=graduated! School and onto the University!
Genius! Now erudite!
Even helped Nanny cook and Bapa plant
a tree!
Lexi dearly loves
life and learning, family and friends and ole
Holly-dog and new neice
delightful-Perfect Gabriella Leigh
and
Our
Biscuit-puppy bringing all a Measure! Treasure! Pleasure!
So?---More-of-the-same!
(MOS)!...Onward and upward!
Remember!
When you and Lauren and Annie take over the
University
and the State-of-Kentucky---make Bapa…
Governor!
Our
lives are so enriched with Love and
sacred appreciation
with
Lovely Young-Lady Lexli-Lu
contributing to the fun!
Love-you more than
precious-Life! Happy Birthday! Love, Nanny
& Bapa
Thursday, March 16, 2023
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
(March
17, 2023 Yea! Celebrate! Good
luck!)
“Wake-up!
Gabriella!” Magic Unicorn gave a gentle call.
“Magic!?” Yawned Gabby reaching the switch on the wall.
Smiling
the little girl said, “I was in an awesome dream.”
Kitty-cat
Miss Penelope purred joining with the
trio-team.
“What? My dear! Were you dreaming?” Magic inquired.
‘Oh! I was picking clover in the meadow
as I desired.”
“Well! Now, that’s just perfect!” Magic Unicorn smiled.
“Happy St. Patrick’s Day! We’re visiting
the Emerald Isle!”
“Oh!
Magic-unicorn! That’s just
perfect-wonderful! I’ll find a 4-leaf clover!”
“If
we have time,” Magic offered, “We’ll
fly the ‘White Cliffs-of-Dover!’.”
“Is
that in emerald Ireland!?” Miss Gabriella
Leigh asked, confused.
“Not
quite, but close enough,” Magic
explained, slightly amused.
Gabriella with Miss Penelope promptly climbed aboard
the unicorn-express.
“I’ve
never been to Ireland to celebrate St.
Patrick Day.” Gabby confessed.
The
night was clear, a full moon bright as they traversed the ole pond-wide.
Magic coursed
way-south to show his passengers “White-cliff Dover” Pride!
“That’s
the English Channel below and yonder Eiffel tower Paris, France.”
Gabriella stared as kitty
purred and they enjoyed an “Ou La! La!”-dance.
“Those
white cliffs are world-famous.” Magic
said, surveying the site.
“Oh! Just beautiful!” Squealed the little
girl hugging kitty in glee-delight.
“Look!
Penelope! The Emerald Isle is pretty-green. I see a leprechaun!”
And,
indeed, the land brightened emerald-glow in the new light-of-dawn.
“St. Patrick walked this verdant green
bringing Ireland Christianity!”
Magic informed his
guests. “He taught the 3-leaf-clover holy-Trinity!”
“The
‘What?’’ Gabby asked. “Three persons in one-God!” Magic replied.
He
held up a 3-leaf clover. “See? 3-in-1!
A God sacred-Trinity inspired.”
“And,
St. Patrick chased all snakes from
the island into the sea to drown.
“Like
he led Christians from evil-temptation to sacred Salvation-found.”