My father was born into poverty. Deep poverty. He was born into violence, as his father was. That was the excuse for his insanities. He wanted out and he got out. He fought his way out. – And what is the excuse for mine. Too much money – not enough love. Surrender is my strength. Bow before God. Give. Belief. Faith. Receive. Know there is enough.
Hope can be tricky.
You hope to catch a fish. You hope the rain holds off. You hope your house is still standing when you return home. You hope your mother loves you. You hope that someone will love you. You hope for the health and wealth of your young ones. You hope that your family will find peace and love and fun. You hope that all the finances you have acquired will last you throughout your life. You hope that you don’t lock your keys in your car. You hope that your confidant stays true. You hope that the love you put forth in the world will be reciprocated. You hope that your new found sobriety will bring you closer to your family. You hope people will treat you right. You hope for your safety on the road. You hope to get your work done before you die. You hope that hope is hope, but hope is expectation. Hope in one hand and defecate in the other and see which one produces. Who is hope? Where did hope come from. She lingered in Pandora’s box. A glittery, tingly, flighty, thing. Curious. Don’t open the box. But yet it was. And all the evils flew through the air. They jetted to Mars. They dug tunnels. Once the lid is open it can not be shut. Ever. I hoped for a family. I hoped for a new life. I jumped into hope and summer salted, a tumultuous life. I hope that the good people in the hospital did not pull the plug on my son. I hope he was not alive when I heard him crying in the morgue.
I have dallied and danced with hope. I have been the quintessential fool. I don’t hope. I know better. And yet I hope. Hope whispers in my ear. I hope I don’t fall off that mountain top. I hope I catch that wave. I hope for peace and tranquility. I still see the doctor talking to my daughter, her body riddled with cancer. Like the con man that he is, offering her hope. He won her hope to view her cancer. To get a look into her body
He bought the car his daughter, Hope had hoped for. A BMW.
Hope has wings. Hope flitters and tickles.
Hope – meet work.
Hope – meet patience.
Hope – meet perseverance.
Hope meet God.
Hope – close your eyes.
Hope – step into the abyss Miss.
And KNOW that you can fly.
Good morning – I hope you have a good day.
This screen shot of my media pics, at a glance, are the most representative of my life at this moment.
I am taken back again. Over and over. Never disappointed at the changes in our lives; our world.
I came to Costa Rica to be an aesthetic and live with the Indians. That happened and it didn’t happen.
God gives and God takes away…I am not God.
I have a brain. I will assume that you have one as well. Artificial Intelligence is bizarre to say the least. No vision, no artistry, no spiritual connection.
Artificial
You can always take constructive steps to improve your position. – Sometimes God does for us what we can not do for ourselves.
Hello and welcome to my world. – I believe that if life gives you lemons. Make lemonade. That is partly what this long running and sometimes read blog is all about. Writing is my lemonade.
If I am going to put focus on things that will make me feel truly fulfilled as a person because earthly things won’t – that entails – number one – my relationship with God. I meditate. I put my antenna out there seeking the vibrations of spirituality. Goodness. A detachment from the earthly.
You don’t have to be blind to be in the dark
To loose sight of God is to be blind
You can be blind and see everything.
Leaning off the edge of the bed, touching the weights, that remind her of her infirmities, she rose up.
Walking in the dark, she paced herself.
She placed her elbows on the table, in front of her computer. She began to cry.
God knows, she has so much to rise above.
My road is a gyspy’s ribbon, no longer is  hell at one dark window.
I flee from the birds who scavenge, flying low.
Betrayal, and wind in the pines, are no stranger to me. Continue reading The Divorce is Final
Q. Where are you going?  A. I don’t know. Q. Why don’t you know? A. Does anyone know? Q. Some people do. They plan. Don’t you?  A. Of course I do, I spend time planning. Q. Raise your hand if you know you will be alive at midnight.Â
Upstairs of the Tiki in Brasilito
I started to title this Christian Community ~ but I thought better of it. I don’t want to start a Holy War.
All I know is, I have an opportunity, to meet with fellow Christians and help to feed some hungry people.
It’s Sunday morning and I have found myself congregating with a group called, The Carpenter’s Way. We meet above a restaurant, in the town of Brasilito. They do not pass a basket for money. – hmm…that’s different. Personally, I give, but there’s no part of the sermon where money is asked for.
We have two hundred hot dogs to cook today.
I don’t know if you’ve ever been hungry and without; if you’ve ever felt the humiliation of not being able to feed your family. I have.
And I have been blessed.
It’s all about love and the Grace of God.
So ~ I Praise the Lord!
Fish Eye Farm 