Feb 26 -Let me be there

which is to be translated to. Let me be with you, let me be HERE.

We want to be with the ones we love and that love us; more time together is better time. When we can't be with the one or ones we love we still think of them. Learning to love ourselves we come to understand that life is everywhere and love created it.

You may be miles from me but if you love me I am right there with you. If I love you I am thinking of you and caring for you even from here.

The true net is the divine ethernet of life created by the power of love that we are all hooked into simply because we are alive.

Knowing you and loving you I am aware of your unique signature, your soul, your true self and I touch it with love each time I turn loving attention to you in my thoughts.

So I hook into the net and send you love today, dear friend or family member. Just reach out with your heart and feel my love for you.

Love is the ultimate cause, everything else is the visible effect.

So when it's raining, have no regrets

March is promising to go out like a lamb right now. I see temps are supposed to go up tommorrow and it's raining today, a nice, heavy rain that will wash away the salt of winter from the roads our motorcycles roll on. Most of my riding friends will be glad of the rain today as it promises safer conditions for our bikes. Yay us!

I have watched the crocus bloom and see buds on the daffodils and know spring is here, not by the date on the calendar but by the flowers I have missed through the winter and the birds returning from the south.

I need some spring. Last year it was a dark time for me and this year I have been doing so much better but some days still get tangled in the past instead of just being enjoyed for what they bring to me.

Last night was bible study and my ego got squashed and cranky with Mom's. It flashed and was gone but it left marks on us both.

I am doing some soul searching and feeling deep inside my self today. It's a quiet day of rain and promises.

It's a small small world

For all of you that get the title song stuck in your head- sorry. Me, too.

Favorite "heard somewhere" today: "How do you take sides on a round planet?"

The world is getting smaller every day but the planet hasn't changed, humans have. From early times when we used drums to send a message we have been looking for better and faster ways to be in communication with those we love.

Each time we have improved our ability to communicate we grow closer together. Over time while we were all 'far apart" from each other we developed our own, unique ways of interacting with our universe.

When we began to come into contact with eachother these differences, instead of being appreciated and accepted, were used to create conflicts, wars. Greed for land and wealth created more conflicts. The similarity between all humans was passed over. I think it's a fear factor.

As we are growing to see we are really all alike, just trying to love our families, understand our place in creation, the new ways of communication are building a web that reaches from every continent. It is not a web of governments or bureaucrates but a web of families, friends and love.

We no longer feel the need to have everyone believe as we do. We are learning we only need to share loveingly with others. As we learn more and more how alike a woman in Uganda and a woman in Canada think and feel we become closer.

Blogs contribute to this growing closer. We read of and care about those we would never meet in our usual day. We become interested, then caring and concerned as we follow their thoughts each day. We become friends and even meet them in the flesh sometimes. The more we learn of each other every where the less inclination to cause hurt to others in their lives grows in us.

We reach out in love, not greed, we care, not hate, we accept them for what they are, not judge them as less or more than we are but just accept they are different. Soon we will be a web of caring friends and scattered families world wide and on that day we will join up to tell the governments ENOUGH! Work it out, share, see to the children - preserve yet share all the resources here.

There is plenty for every one and we can get it where it is needed. See to your people and their needs and use the excess to help others. Not fighting, but sharing the bounty of the earth with everyone. I may not live to see that day but perhaps my children will.

I will work for it by sharing and loving all I meet each day, whatever they believe and wherever they are from.

Happy Bday Blog

Since my daughter turned me on to this medium I have been blessed with friends and love here. This month is two years of blogging for me. I am re running one of my first posts.

Fully aware of my essence being connected to the greater essences of the earth and the universe
All matter is created out of the same building blocks. Endlessly joined by our bits to all the other bits, we are one. You are my family, my family is all the universe. You need no justification for being as you are, just BE. As you love a rose, a breeze, a deer, a shooting star, you are loving yourself. You ARE the universe.

As one splinter in one finger affects the whole body so does the pain I feel in you affect me. Each bit of joy you feel adds to the joy level in the whole cosmos. Each pain is felt by all of stars in the milky way.

Each grief is spread from here to Sirus, thinning it over space and time and making it bearable by the one tiny bit in mourning. Pain turns to understanding. The bit we miss is gone but the bits that made them up are still in the universe. They, then, are still with us. If they were biologically related, their bits are us.

You are never alone, we are always connected to the ones we love or that love us. You are always loved. You may take what ever you need from the universe and put back in what you wish. The supply is not endless but endlessly recycled.

Your body is a temple when you realize that you are an expression of the universe. Is it a greedy universe? A stingy universe? My universe resembles a gormand on occasion and a sister of mercy at other times. Some days I emit anger and evil. At times I have spread joy and fun. When you give it away it comes back 10 fold because you have multiplied the givers of the universe.

Each byte is unique, made of bits of us all. Mean, nice, fair, cheerful, lazy, there is a place for you and what you can give to the universe and what you can challange the universe to give you.

All I really wanted to say is that you have all the time from now until you die to be happy. If you know how long that is, cool. I have died twice now and I like to think I enjoy each little pleasure as if it were the best gift at the biggest party I ever had.

Be happy and content in your own way and bless you.

If I die tonight you won't know the rest of all the stories but I will tell you ...I did much, I did well, I failed miserably, I hurt people, I was broke, I was hungry, I am fulfilled, I helped others, I have learned, I found joy, lived with true love and knew enough to treasure it when I found it.

I will explore the next existence with the gusto I tried to put into this one. Watch out for wild poltergist activity if I do die tonight, always wanted to snap up the window shade at the scary part of the movie.

BOO!

Meet me tonight - on the open road

Yesterday, sixty one degrees, warm and sunny! Wow!

I have been dealing with septic pipe issues that the last visit of the plumber didn't cure. Yesterday a caring man needed a resume written and brought his son to fix that while I typed and edited. We got done and he offered to help get the bike out. Oh YA!

I ran out and grabbed the Pro-Guard we put in our bikes every spring and said, add about three ounces of this, the start sequence is pull throttle twice, hold open, hit button, let off slowly then ran to dress.

I got jeans, t-shirt, leather, helmet, sunglasses and money, ID. I heard the bike start as I was pulling my hair back. I hurried faster. I was putting the animals out as I went, shutting doors and grabbing Mom's stuff for her. I got out there as my friend was running through the gears down the road to make sure she would stay running for me.

I got the helmet on, told the Mom bye, thanked the boy and, when the nice man came back with the bike to the end of the drive, gave him a hug and thanks from my heart, too.

Then I jumped on and left it all behind me.

I took such joy in the day, having a bike to celebrate spring with, the ride and having gas money and friends to seek out and nice roads and herons and hawks and deer and critters around that my laughter echoed the rythym of the pipes growling as the bike and I went West, South, East and North. I never did find anyone to ride with but they were out there somewhere. I met one bike at a stop light and pulled up to say hello. I wished for a friend to share it all with. I got almost eighty five miles of joy in riding the son's bike. I have it all ready for him to ride when he gets his next chance to come down.

Now I am looking for another bike for me.

The starlings came back two weeks ago, the red wing blackbirds are back and tonight I saw a robin. Monday the crocus were up out front and the daffodiles are green and tall, ready to bloom. It's only a week until the spring solstice. Today I planted hyacinths.

Life is good again. The promise of resurrection is in the earth all around us. Spring!

Try a little tenderness

It jumps up and down, it squeels in joy, it laughs, it hurts, it crys, it gets wet, cold, hot, sunburned and endlessly heals the bumps and scratches of life. The body was designed to experience this place. Almost all eyes see a blue sky, some are color blind and some don't work at all and experience the sky differently but all those views are truth. It is what each one of us was designed to see or feel with this body.

When you learn to see with the spirit of you, that crystal pure part of yourself that is unseen here, you can see only love. In every aspect of ourselves we are designed to seek it, to see it, to share it, to give it, to put Love into all we do. It draws us together and the misuse of it throws us apart in shock and pain but is still is what we seek here. The Divine Love of the Creator fills us with love. Our spirits love forever.

But these bodies are designed to work with the material here for us, to perceive the colors of the rainbows and the glory of the snow in white on the mountains the yellow of the sunlight, the warmth of a blanket, the cold of ice, the silk of water, the hardness of rock and see the love for us in all of it. There is not one thing in all of creation that is not the Creator's expression of love for us. We are built perfectly to experience this world and each other.

To touch and hold one another - sharing love - is our body's ultimate expression of love in this plane of existence. Creating a representation of our love for ourselves and him by creating a human who is that love should be a more sacred act. Even just sharing the body for comfort and companionship is loving and caring for ourselves and another. It should be a joy.

Use this body. Hold the babies, hug the children, pet the dogs, stroke the cats, run your fingers over the skin and it creates a feeling of loving and being loved that we are designed to crave expressing and receiving.

If we bless each other with all the love in our spirits we still deprive someone of the comfort of feeling loved as we are designed to express it here, by touch.

Love of the spirit is for the realm of the spirit, love of each other here is for expressing love here, in these bodies and yet many fear to touch or be touched. This most precious of gifts, the body, is deprived of it's purpose which is to express love and joy in it's thankfulness for the gift of life here and those that share that life with it.

I can send the spirit of my love to all of you who share all he has given us. I express my spirit's joy in life here by telling him each moment that I am thankful for all that are dear to me that are his other precious creations loving me. My spirit loves everything I can't touch.

But we are built to be in this place, to care for each other. To express my love to others here I have a face that smiles, eyes that light up with joy, arms to hug them, for the little ones I have a lap to hold them on and for the man in my life all of me to express my love of him. By willingly sharing all of my body's love with him and accepting his body as the precious gift of a loving Creator we create more love and joy. That joyful love is released as thanks and appreciation to the creator by full enjoyment of his creation - ourselves.

Give someone you love a hug today. We all need them.

One day at at time

A tree outside my window shades my home from the sun. Bark, leaves, roots and sap, home to birds and squirrels, bugs and food for the same, it's leaves fall and nourish the soil then bloom again to shade my home in the summer creating a cool haven for me.

I see the wood of the tree in the boards of my home. They do not look like the tree and they are not alive to my eyes but I see the body of the tree in them, the years that it lived and grew and was nourished by the sun and the rain and the soil. I see the men who cut the tree and shaped the wood and built a barn. I see the care that they took to plane the boards and smooth the edges.

I see the barn, new and strong, sheltering animals and grain and tools from the rain and the sun that used to nourish the tree. I feel the years of the barn as it falls into disrepair and neglect. The men who built it passed on and then another man or woman - seeing the beauty and strength still in the boards - taking apart the barn, so lovingly built, and cutting the boards to grace the walls of their home. Some of the less perfect boards were made into shelving and placed against the ones on the walls because I enjoy the way they look together. It is all of love and from the creator.

In a vase of clay with glazes of minerals I see the hands that cleaned and shaped the clay, ground and applied the glaze, fired the results and put it out into the world where I found it and loved it for years, not knowing that the love in that vase would speak to me of the Creator's love for me.

The curtains on my window are of fibers grown in the sun and the rain, collected, processed and woven by other hands, dyed with the colors of nature, sewed to earn a living for a family by hands I have never seen They are from my creator to me with love.

The glass on top of my table from the sand created by unknown years of rocks and the oceans was heated and shaped by humans I never knew. It speaks to me of his love for me. The mirror with the silver back reflects my mother’s love as it was a gift to me and shows me the beauty of creation and the love in each thing around me.

The brass in the candlesticks that came out of the earth and was refined and shaped by humans to be bells on one end and light my way on the other. A joyful noise and a light unto my feet from him to me, thank you.

There is nothing in my life that was not first created and given to all of us by the love the Creator has for us. In our love of creating we continue to express his love for ourselves and each other.
One loves to work with wood, another with clay, another with weaving, but they do what they love and put their love into each piece. Even in a sweat shop the person sewing is doing the work for love of themselves or their families.

It was all put here for us to use. It all carries the love of the creator for us. The geodes, "ugly" rocks on the outside but filled with crystal beauty, remind me we are not as we appear to be. - we are so much more than what we appear to be here.

The beans in the coffee, grown and ripened in the sun and the rain he sends, picked by other hands, packaged, cleaned, ground and sent to me to enjoy from half a world away are a gift of his love. The food consume so carelessly was nourished and grown for our bodies benefit, sometimes hundreds of miles away, cared for and picked, packaged and transported by others we never see.

The animals we consume are loving spirits now, the plants we eat are loving spirits now. The tree that holds the plate of clay and the glass of sand and the tools of metal are all from him and provided by his loving creation of all that we need.

Creator, for the sacrifice, labor, and love shown to me in this meal to strengthen and maintain my body I am truly thankful. For the place you have given me to consume it in I thank you. For those I am sharing it with and their love I thank you.

Bless those that provided it and the hands that prepared it and may I use it’s nourishment to show your glory to all who I meet today. Guide me to do each task lovingly. Amen.

I went down to the river to pray

"STOP here!" I heard it in the middle of a curve. Not just a curve but the second of two tight curves, this one with a train track over it, blocking the view of on coming traffic. And two, count em', two, no parking signs. I went past.

Go Back! I hear three times, each louder so I hit the next left and turned around, went though the curve and turned around again so I was back where I needed to be to pull over.

To NOT park I left the keys in the car and it running. I walked back toward the river and start looking for what I am supposed to see. First there is a dam near, a sound of comfort and a place of meaning to me. I feel myself relax. I see it has a place to sit on it. I see the blue sky, the clouds are all behind me.

Then there is the river. It's down a tall bank from where I am. At the base is a bare place from people fishing. A small stream feeds in on the north over the gravel bank. Someone has put small block steps in but they are icy and snow covered.

I am asking why I am here. I know "to go down to the river" is the answer. I explain about dress up shoes and ice and down hill and dresses and still get, "I will not let you fall, go down to the river."

I move about half way down and slip a little. I see a nice stump with a few leaves hiding it. I lift the leaves to move the snow off and sit there. I try to get comfortable and easy in spirit but I can't. The stump is too short, I am too tall, I'm cocked at the back. I look at the ice on the steps and at the spot by the river and I get up and start the rest of the way down.

I get to the nice spot and look around again. The sun is shining and I hear "The sun is to remind you of me. When you see clouds, the sun is still there. I am always here. " I hear a breeze in the leaves and then it fluttered through my hair and over my skin. I hear, "The wind is to remind you of me. You can not see me but I am always here."

I get it and I leak tears of joy that I understand and I just wrote about the river of love awhile ago so I know the river is the love. I hear, "Take off your shoes and step in the river."

Now anyone from the north knows there isn't much colder than a snow fed stream or river and where the two met I was to stand. I mentioned pnumonia, flu, only March, age, you name it I pointed it out and I just keep hearing, "I am here, step in the river".

I took off my shoes but left my socks on. I took a breath, looked up and walked into the river. It was ankle deep right there. The water ran over my feet from the stream and over my toes from the river. I looked at my feet. I knew they were in the water, I could SEE that, I could FEEL that but it felt like I had my feet in the creek at the shallow spot in high summer.

I looked at my feet some more and said, "Thank you, that feels really goodl" It was only cool and refreshing. My feet were not blue, I was not shivering and my teeth were not chattering. Wow.
I stood there until a truck pulled into the place I was parked in front of - right by their no parking sign - and then walked out of the river, put on my shoes and went easily up the hill to the car.
He washed my feet. To remind me I am loved so much that in the winter he would warm the water or maintain the warmth of my feet for me. He takes care of my every need. I am loved. I love the Creator.

For my reaction to that wow. You had to be there. "I have washed your feet to show you the love I have for you. I am always here."

Later I stopped by a friend's and was telling him about it. He looked properly doubtful and I said, "See?" Then I walked over and stood in his snow.

My feet went right to soggy ground. I stood there, walked out and showed him my feet, not the slightest change. No shivers, nothing.

WOW. I am going out to put foot prints in the front yard now just for the fun of it!

What a blessed day.

Which I did, by the way. Wow!

Each one hear is on their own way back to the Creator. I will see you all there someday.

Tea for two, two for tea

I was making a cup of tea this morning, went to grab a bag out of the tin, pealed the string from the tag to unfold it and drop it in my cup and discovered the string was only half as long as usual. It was not long enough to let the bag hit the bottom of my cup and leave the little tag over the edge to pull it out with when it was done steeping.

That woke me up! Now - did I have a problem or not? Was the string defective making the entire bag of no use? Was the bag usable but not the string part? Decisions, decisions.....perception.

Huh, tea bags usually float anyway. No problem. Tea tasted the same. Didn't burn my fingers getting the bag out. Everything was just fine. Excellent.

But the string was too short. This bag was different from all the other ones in that box.

Do you suppose the other tea bags called it "Shorty" or "Gimp"? Did they make it sit alone in the box. Maybe they ignored it.

No matter, I still chose to use the bag with the short string. It's purpose as a tea bag was fully filled. I squeezed it and threw it away as I do all of them when I am done making my tea. I enjoyed the brew it made me and then left for work knowing the spirit of the tea was in me and continuing to work for the good of my body.

Tomorrow I will say it all again. Your spirit is perfect. See that, not the body.

Drifting along like the tumbling tumbleweed

Sorry all, the great power of the universe cut me off. My phone went out on Friday and just got repaired today. My cell doesn't get service where I work and I have been basically out of the loop for almost five days.

During that time we have had a new dog join the clan here, along with the black cat living in my basement. The Dog is Jen's and fits right in here. Jen's dog is Roscoe. He is older and mellow and no threat to anyone here, yay!

My dog came to me as Shadow, though I call her Pretty girl. The black cat came to us as Mystique, though I call her stoner cat (addicted to cat nip) and I have named the black tom of the basement Magician and will call him Mage. I love naming things.

I am back at work once again for at least a week or two. It's going well and I am striving to bring in more work in a time of no work, wish me luck.

Jeanette has learned that she will be able to get a mortgage once her house is up and the lender will give her a letter of pre-approval for the contractor she chooses. That way the contractor knows he will get his money back. The burned home will be rebuilt!!!!

The kids have gotten the property up by my nephew and are working on getting it painted and ready to move into. The other kids are doing fine where they are for now but are looking into alternatives for housing in that area as the girl has work there. It's all going well for all of us and I can't begin to tell you how the money just keeps coming to them.

With three places instead of one for expenses they could be falling behind but every need is being met.

The weather here has been fridged and the snow iced over. Tonight we get wind for more blowing and drifting. The new car, while it's not a truck, has been doing well for me and I feel confident tooling around in any weather that isn't over the hub caps.

The Eldest Daughter has been building snowmen, I built one for the grand daughter last Monday when I went to see #1son. Scooter Girl and her family are getting a new house soon and Best Girl came out Sunday to see to the phones in case it was the inside lines.

Anvil, I have the photos scanned but they are HUGE - 34 meg. I have to get to a wi-fi spot to upload them, it would take days on dial up! Hang on!

I am behind on all my blog reading and hope to get caught up by the weekend. Tonight was bible study and we really had good talks. I went to a prayer meeting last week and meet the people who's son was injured. The good news is that the vertibrea are not crushed and the bone that was out of place is back where it should be. He has feeling in all parts of his body. Thank you all for the healing prayers.

I just have to get to bed tonight. Work in the am. There is more but I am so behind I don't even know what all I have done lately.

Just know I love you all and will be back writing soon.

He could have called ten thousand angels

I meet Doug and Renee Bentley just last night. They are wonderful people and Doug spoke so lovingly of his son and a conversation they had, I could feel his love and pride for the boy.

The son, Jared Bentley, has been in an accident today and they fear his vertebrae are crushed. I have no more details but please join us in praying that the boy and family are blessed with the love they need tonight.

my prayer for them:

Creator,

Somewhere a man stands beside his son's bed in a hospital, head down and praying,
"God I know you gave your son to save us, can you save my son's life tonight please.
He hasn't had a full portion of life, he is so very dear to me,
I love him so much God, if you would heal him, I'd be glad if you would take me."

A mother, across the bed from him, her head bowed down in prayer,
Echo's each thought the father has sent and adds strength to her prayers with her tears.
Doctors and nurses are caring for her son here but she knows who to call,
and holds her son up to the Father, and shows her love for him, asks his all.

Lord, we - their friends scattered far and wide, their family and total strangers, too
Lift this family in deeply heartfelt prayers and bring their needs lovingly to you.
We ask you to be at each one's side tonight and wash them with your love,
the power of which nothing can stand before, let that healing light shine from above.

Bring the healing power of that love to them, bathing them in it's powerful light
Heal the hurts of each of them, Father, Mother and Child ,and guard them through the night.
In the name of the son you loved so dear we ask this of you,
to use us all in your guiding hand to help these we love make it thru.

Yours is the love, the power and the glory, Amen

It might be lousy verse but my heart hurts for them. Send all the love you can please.