Monday, December 31, 2012
Great youtube link for NY Eve...
New Year's Eve 2012and the snow makes everything brighter and fresh.
The Last day of 2012finds us in the US on the edge of a fiscal cliff
on the edge of our ability to comprehend how us as individuals can ever hope to make it better.
Hoping is a place to start and recommended however, do not take it personally
if it all goes to H*ll in a hand basket.
Guess that is a consolation.
If you are not responsible, it is not your fault.
Meanwhile Fred has renamed Girly Girl, "Antithesis".
All she will say, is "NOOO" in her whiny cat voice.
She is so like Tommy, her brother or cousin, we are not quite sure.
I did not have the energy to get out and snap photos.
Shoveled for awhile, then rested.
The storm did produce considerable snow.
Looked a bit like these archival photos.
Happy New Year's Eve.
Sunday, December 30, 2012
One more for Sunday.
Saturday, December 29, 2012
Soft and sweet,
Telling of his being saved,
brought up from the depths
Believing his Trespassers
will be halted,
by an invisible hand
on his knees in prayer,
on my knees, every day,
at least figuratively.
for the bounties
having to trust
me the human
the bad guy gets it in the end.
it is possible,
for me, the human, in a weak moment
who descended briefly and was
pulled up by the
invisible sure hand of
for the host of Psalm Challenge
Link to Daily Athens
Friday, December 28, 2012
Great song link for friday night music...
We lost so many.Mom, Levon, The Captain, other friends, our cat Gigi just died 12.23.12.
It seemed Mom brought Captain and Captain called up Gigi (she was his #1 cat girlfriend).
The world did not come to an endand I told you there is no end and no beginning anyway.
I still am loyal to my preferred blogger listWith so many to choose from, just stroll through my blog list for friends around the world who will keep you in the know and challenge your senses.
Yes Dad, we are still workingHe turned 90 and has been retired 30 years. He tells me he should have kept working.
So he wants to make sure I keep working
and he can't see me and will always worry that I am falling apart
and yes, that is as sweet as chocolate.
He hates ms as much as i do.
He was a marine and after watching ncis+ncis-la, i feel i understand his grit a bit better.
The garden was pretty goodWish there was more time in the day, more energy, less disease, bugs, weeds
and H20 supply-demand mismatch.
Wish the blight had never shown it's ugly face here.
Last year was an extraordinarily warm, mild snowless winter in Vermont.
Hope the cold snap we just had killed some of the bugs.
The Electionwas over publicized, over politicized, under relevant to my betterment. My weak attempts at questioning local political entities have become an energy suck, bad for MS. Will I stop typing?
You will have to pry my keyboard from my cold dead hands.
My Favorite blog post 2012Ageism and the Empty Chair.
My latest Blog challengesHave tried to post daily, keep content mildly fresh, demand that it please myself first and also not to wait until I feel it is perfect and polished. I take inspiration from all those bloggers who I follow.
Entering weekly Psalm Challenge hosted by Daily Athens.
The continuing adventures of Alice Karma in Interview with a Clone, serial blog novel.
Next concert on my listMidnight ramble once the spring comes
Most surprising thing I did this yearLike my Mother, I started painting. She started oil painting after her mother died. The images that came to me may have been from past lives or just my free imagination. When I mapped a timeline of our family and key events, I could better see my parents as people, pretty amazing people who held it together. I got a more 3 dimensional view of my grandparents I scantly recall.
Hope for 2013:peace,prosperity,happiness for all.
Thursday, December 27, 2012
6-15 inchespredicted in the VT/NY Champlain Valley
maybe more in the mountains
depending on where in the Northeastern US you are.
So the Ski industry is salivating, the plow truck drivers are resting up,
we are taking what comes and rolling with it as much as we can.
Christmas was nice and quiet,
quieter without Mom on the phone,
recapping where everyone was and what they were doing.
Every Christmas forever was connected with Mom somehow,
We actually trimmed the tree before
so I could tell her on our Sunday call.
When we visited once,
Mom told me, "I hope you are taking notes!"
It surprised me, said with almost a threatening tone.
She was always so tolerant of circumstance gone south,
plans gone awry, expectations failed.
Now I realize she was a victim of institutionalization,
even my ultra tolerant Mom. Even the strong but quiet woman
who bore 7 children without a whine or a wimper.
Reminding me we have to completely revamp our eldercare before the baby boomers need it.
Oh wait, too late.
At Adult day programs, call it the "Club", serve faux drinks,
replace all the Glenn Miller with Steve Miller and
look at truly multigenerational centers.
Next step. Do you know it is up to each of us to create the milieu that meets the needs of our individual community? I like the idea of a virtual adult day,
we could attend from home and avoid the bumpy upland travel.
Finally, thought I would post a storm photo from 2010.
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Monday, December 24, 2012
Christmas Eve music link...
Amazing Grace, the music is the words...Beautiful...
SRV Music videos posted this beautiful gem of Stevie Ray Vaughn & Band.
I was so sad once I discovered SRV, he was already gone. Perhaps that is why he
left too soon, like some other truly gifted artists.
Happy Christmas Eve for those who observe.
For those who do not, turn up the volume and enjoy the show.
Sunday, December 23, 2012
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Psalm Challenge 85
Christmas is coming,
Gifts are flowing,
The tree is up.
The Sun above us,
a good provider,
shines his gifts of
warmth and power.
In the Heavens, all around us,
lies the home of all the Justice.
We Pray for Peace.
We ask for Mercy,
We want Salvation,
to rise up through our feet from the earthen ground.
Rainy days, brings flowers, food,
We take time out to nap.
Later gather the bounty in our garden,
We know no money could ever buy.
We ache for our country,
with the opposite of
truth and peace.
We pray salvation,
comes on swiftly,
slaying the greedy, evil and arrogant beasts.
how else would peace be possible except by the death of evil?
Can we pray for such a death sentence to evil?
Link to Psalm Challenge website
by Mary E. Gerdt 2012
all rights reserved
The Letter…Part 2
On Earth, in a little beach house, slept a normal human, non clone named Alice Karma. She slept very deeply tonight, after being hit by a freight train of new information. She was the victim of an overzealous mother who did what she thought was right at every junction. Perhaps it was right.
In the beginning, Susan Wolf suspected that cloning was becoming more than science. The politics was a part she was removed from, until she stumbled onto the plans of certain powerful people living in Switzerland. She found out their true motivation was not for good, but for creating slaves for labor, and organ donors to harvest. They pressured her to say she was successful and they saw the child who was the result. Susan gave the leaders phony documents loaded with math and scientific jargon. She then returned to the US to begin planning her next phase of undercover island living and dabbling in science.
Susan never wanted to put Alice in the middle. She did bear and rear Alice after all. Alice had a deep affection for her Mom and vice versa.
So why did Susan feel compelled to maintain the lie?
Alice woke up in a start. Her eyes stinging from the sunlight streaming in her window. She shook her head and breathed deeply.
Her life was being clarified, normalized instantly without knowing what normal is. And it felt fine, another breath, cleansing out all the oddity of being a clone, no one else knew right now. It was a secret she held with her Mother, her biological vehicle mother and environmental/nurturing/mentor mother. Alice would never again question her mother’s motivations about what she did, lying, posthumous confessions. Her whole life was coming into focus, instead of the old blurry Alice.
Alice shared the letter with Georgia. Georgia was visibly shaken which in turn shook up Alice. Georgia was more like a mother than Susan. When she implanted the embryo, Georgia was certain she was doing the first clone birth. Even still, she was resistant to doing the procedure. Susan basically bribed Georgia with a long term commitment and a very high salary and expense account. In turn, they could only leave the island at prescribed times. Security was tight.
As it turns out, there was no clone, no documents, no miraculous wonder of modern science in the 2060’s.
There were criminal elements afoot, who trolled constantly for the clone data. There was a bounty for who brings any information forward.
Meanwhile, on Mars, Gigi Fairweather stopped by the infirmary to check on her niece, Dawn Fairweather. Dawn was delirious and sick with fever. They were down to their last antibiotics. Dawn had a kidney infection which threatened to shut down her kidneys. Gigi knew Dawn’s father Tommy would be furious Dawn was here, on Mars. Another disastrous outcome with Gigi, Tommy’s sister. The problem is, Dawn stowed away against Gigi’s advice. Once they took off, she was on her way too.
Gigi looked at her watch and had one more solar Earth day before her next show with Alice. She grew to enjoy the discussions and back and forth debates over the air (and space) waves punctuated with laughter and applause from Mars.
Gigi still did not know the truth about Alice, why she looked an awful lot more like Gigi than like Susan Wolf her clone mother, but not.
A supply ship was due any day. A day later, the transport rescue ship would take them all home.
Friday, December 21, 2012
Best wishes to you on the other side of the mayan calendar.
and another wonderful inspiration with the angelic voice of
Teresa Williams & the Levon Helm band
And just in case we all survive to take a dive off the "physical cliff",
watch what the senate is doing to rob you of privacy:
take action, dudes, and dudettes, this is
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Thought I would put up this link
the message will go around the world
not possible 40 years ago
Wonder how many might see it
at the chance to be a part
of early space travel
Why did we not go back?
12.20.2012. wanted to point out this is one of the three shortest daylight days in the northern hemisphere
I kept thinking about the shortest day.
Then, expanding my thinking, it was natural to see there were 2 days just a little longer on either
side of the shortest day
soon days will be longer...it will be welcome
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Monday, December 17, 2012
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Wondeful link on you tube for Sunday afternoon...
We saw a documentary last night on public tv about Frank Glover and Claude Sifferlen
My 2 new favorite Jazz artists.
And one has already left us.
My judgement of Jazz is if it makes me feel without cringing, shaking my head, wondering where they came up with that beat.
Good jazz to me never makes me wonder who is playing...
It is all about the feeling
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Psalm Challenge 84
The swallows found a home here,
in our back shed,
we never had the heart to shut them out,
when they come back after flying
thousands of miles to their temple of life,
their nests where they have 2-3 consecutive nests full of babies,
they chirp their relief and gratitude, their faith tested.
They are grateful for the bugs that
annoy us and get in our eyes and bite us.
We are grateful they eat as many bugs as they do.
We wonder if, after we are gone, will someone bulldoze the old shed,
failing to see the significance of swallows?
I saw the sunrise
I am in awe.
Our total, our being, our bodily temple, all comes
From the Sun.
It rained, My faith tested,
again and again,
failing, rejected, dejected, dismayed, disowned, disoriented.
Adrift, a rolling stone.
In the end, there is a rainbow,
a reward for our faith.
Like trusting swallows, we hope we find
our home and will be here with our Father Sun,
until the end
if there ever is
for the host of psalm challenge
Tommy,Gigi and Sean are downstairs,
Girly Girl is upstairs mostly, occasionally strolling
or running through the downstairs to
surf for food,
About Girly Girl: we took a couple fuzzy pictures that are not worth sending.
We wanted to show
by the fire in harmonious bliss, and that has not happened yet. The blending may never quite happen but at least they all have their respective "places" as cats and people will do.
Instead of photos, thought I would write this post and dedicate to the Photos not taken category.
Girly Girl is never still, our camera and phone always somewhere else.
Then I thought,
or her picky claws saying pick me up, then she says no, then she squeals no,
and then starts purring loudly.
I remembered how I secretly wanted to keep her when we gave her away.
Glad to have her back. She is so sweet.
Her obnoxious little whiny habits,
Friday, December 14, 2012
Levon Street Team is on the prowl on you tube looking for a great Friday night music link.
It did not take me long to find this great tribute song to Levon Helm.
I envisioned Levon startin' up the GTO with his little woman & they take off for the city.
For Ramble tickets in Woodstock, NY or merchandise for last minute shopping...
help "keep it goin"
p.s. we got a very cool card from Singapore...thanks all :-} no snow here either <3 data-blogger-escaped-="data-blogger-escaped-" mary="mary" p="p">3>
I really like this link above that is part of my core curriculum for understanding town politics,
rules and procedures. Sometimes people throw around terms. Law is particularly
snarly with such words, and strings of words: Latin, English and the like.
of course medicine is similar but i can speak and feel comfortable in that world
i understand the order, the protocol logic
Some things are common sense and they are also rules of law.
At the end of the day, with infractions and Shenaniganzas, the common man or woman can do little to affect town fathers' behaviors.
Friday finds us in extended stick season in Vermont at the height of darkness...
Today is a week, 7 days before, you know, the end times and when the daylight gets longer again.
The end times could be an event or just a shift, a schizm, a bump in the road.
As I have surmised before, end times or not, we are always suffering, sustaining, rejoicing and accepting changes, always and for ever.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
From the Sandy Relief concert on you tube....
They are helping those around the storm ravaged areas.
We watched part of the incredible concert last night 12.12.12
Spread the word, help that wonderful city heal from unimaginable wounds.
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
By Mary E. Gerdt 2012
All rights reserved
The Letter… Part 1
Alice woke up with a dry parched mouth and a pounding headache. She spied the empty brown bottle. One Japanese beer was all she could stomach any more. Maybe that was for the best.
She must have passed out next to the letter that started a crying jag that shivered the timbers of their island beach house. Alice strained to recall anything but Margo, the name, Margo, what did it mean, who was she?
She realized she never really even made it to the letter, just the envelope, just the thought of her mother, her clone mother, would write her a letter, make her carry it around and put that load on Alice, too. Secrets, on top of secrets. Alice wanted to burn the damn letter, the one that had her off her game, emotional, out of control…with…feeling.
Georgia checked in earlier, left some cold cereal, juice, fresh towels. She never saw the letter, and would never have known about it if Alice had just burned it, right then, as she impulsively wanted to do. Alice waited a split second and blew her chance to be a daring, cavalier gambler. Instead, she is calculating, scientific, like her Mom, predictable, objective, boring.
Alice rubbed her eyes, took a swig of juice, and read the letter.
This time the Dear Alice thing didn’t even garner a sneeze, let alone tears.
She looked at the empty beer bottle and swore to herself, “never again!”.
You have been the shining light in my life, my everything, my purpose, my chance to make my parents proud, my country, my sciences that I loved more than a spouse, or my parents.
As I grew as a scientist, there were certain boundaries I had to consider, evaluate, analyze.
(of course, Alice thought, cloning? The ultimate ethics challenge-never seemed to bother Mom)
When I was in basic training, readying for the space program, I was in the program with Gigi Fairweather. (Alice’s interest perking up).
Before we went to space, we had the option of saving embryos.
It was generally accepted that we might be rendered sterile in the radiation of the trip and the risks associated with the early settlements. So they gave us a catalog of likely sperm donors and we ordered up children to be frozen if we made it back.
(Alice is more puzzled than ever)
I never made it to outer space even though I flew plenty. Gigi wanted to go all the way to Mars, even back in school. I preferred cloning plants and monkeys and trying to make humans. Switzerland offered me a great deal of money and a state of the art research lab. We worked for 5 years.
Alice heard this all before.
Alice’s heart skipped a beat. Like a flip flop. She paused breathing. Then began again. She checked her own pulse. “I am alive.” she thought.
She read on.
We knew we failed. Yet we could not show nothing to the Swiss government, they were so on edge, too hopeful and insistent. By then I had developed arthritis and had terrific pain in spite of treatments. I knew even if I wanted to clone, I could not give you, or any child, what I knew would be a painful condition.
So my faithful midwife Georgia, thinking she had planted a clone, actually planted an embryo I had removed from Gigi’s cache. No one knew.
Not one single person.
Alice dropped the letter, stunned now, past emotions, past understanding, her life based on a lie, a white lie, or a terminal ego or the well meaning of a caring mother surrogate.
Gigi was her mother. Alice was being interviewed by her mother living on Mars who does not know it. Alice’s mother Susan lied. Alice was more alone than ever. Once unique and suffering being the only one, and isolated. Now she is like the rest of the human race, finally like everyone else, and no one to tell, no one to care.
Monday, December 10, 2012
Next Stop: Mars
The red planet,did we get so bored with the moon 40 years ago?
or did someone want the funding more?
On the radio, I heard an astronaut for Apollo 17 talk about the last trip to the moon
40 years ago...
He said Some kids don't even know we went to the moon...
Well, private contractors are fixing that...
A few cool billion U.S. dollars will get you to the moon.
Next stop: Mars
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Saturday, December 8, 2012
Each week I am trying to be more inquisitive about the Psalm coming up.
At first I wondered how I would keep track of the number, could I even understand those mystical sounding songs written by Asaph? or who really? How can thousands of years go by and something is not lost in the translation? Especially with the inherent bias of the translators.
It helps to read the other entries, hosted on the website below. The photos, extraordinary.
The songs after all, will mean something different to all of us as individuals. They leave some mystery for us to be inquisitive about. Clever, of course, since we humans so often ignore the obvious or direct communication.
This week I managed to research on Monday and have pretty much thought about the meaning, the various interpretations, the co-occuring modern wars, conflicts, uprisings and random acts of senseless violence near and afar on our fair planet. Wish me luck with my poem.
for other entries:
In my tribe
i saw my father buckleunder the weight of poverty
created by too many children
not enough to go around,
nothing much extra i should say
we never knew we were poor
in my tribe
my mother worked like a dog for men
who took credit for her know how and skill
and they smiled at her
and that was enough for mom
i love her so
in my tribe
we came from the old country where
the bastards drove us out
took our land
killed our men
for religion, land and money
in my tribe
we got stronger
with each passing blow
i saw the photos of jews
killed by nazi's,
read the stories
of germans gone bad.
my father was caught up in WW 2,
sailing the South Pacific while his brother and
other neighbors fought
against the people who drove his grandfather
from prussian farmlands.
we were danish now i know
it can get confusing sometimes
whose tribe you are really in
in my tribe
i sometimes imagine how genghis khan conquered
some of my people.
is he also my blood?
in my tribe
we were taught to respect and love
honor and obey,
fight against oppression, poverty, hunger and shame.
I read the story of Ezekiel and foreseeing nazi plunders
fearing the end of abrahams children
i finally started to see the blending of judaism and christianity
and why it is so despised
they can never win
or the tribes of God
they can and will try
as i look out at the milky way and see my mother's essence and hear her voice in my mind say
I am reminded of my tribe
and the faith she gave me
and she said
go see the world.
she studied jesus
and the bible
in my tribe
The Chocolate Party
Political leaders fail to control themselves
The Chocolate Party
because it has a nice ring to it,
Friday, December 7, 2012
Great video link and tribute to this wonderful jazz artist who I bonded with as a young girl when my brother put Take five on the family wooden console record player. Warm and fresh, delightful, unforgettable.
Thursday, December 6, 2012
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
By Mary E. Gerdt
All rights reserved 2012
Alice knew today was the day, the day the envelope would be opened. Alice carried the envelope all over and now, seeing the name of the nameless clairvoyant through a tiny tear, she knew there was no turning back.
Her mother always said the clairvoyant had no name, adding to the mystery of the story.
In fact, Alice strained now to remember the story she heard when Susan was tired, feeling vulnerable, down on her work. Susan would say, “It was meant to be, the Seer said.”
The Seer, now Alice knew as Margo, was nearly as mysterious with only one name.
The commercial break was nearly over.
Normal could wait.
Alice was going to stick her neck out, gamble, for the first time, well, ever.
Her heart pounded, she made a conscious effort to breathe deeper, as she went off script,
into the ozone of uncertainty.
Gigi‘s voice beamed, “We are back.” Applause…music…
For a pilot turned radio host, Gigi was fully competent and clearly loved the attention.
Alice jumped in, ”I have a surprise.” and she paused, eager to continue but looking for the nod from Gigi. It was her show after all. Alice was respectful of that much. They were the ones stuck on Mars, that red desert island.
Gigi shrugged. Looking puzzled at her microphone. She closed her eyes, as if that could help her explain the mystery that this clone girl was cooking up. Gigi did not like surprises. She preferred as few variables at any point in time. Zero or less was her preference. “Go ahead, “ Gigi said hesitatingly.
“I have an envelope from my clone Mom, Dr. Susan Wolf. Today I am going to open it. (Alice cannot hear the applause on Mars) In these years after Mom is gone, well they have been very difficult, like anyone losing a Mom, she was my Mom and Dad in one. It is hard to explain, like I have told you before.”
On Mars, a mesmerized crowd shared a private moment, the envelope they imagined. It had been so long since they had seen an envelope, and the emotions it could contain.
Gigi was equally as mesmerized, and what of this surprise, why now, why open the envelope here, now?
Alice thought the same thing.
Alice ripped open the envelope so the Mars contingent would have no doubts.
“My first discovery is that my mother reveals a fortune teller’s name who Mom knew and who predicted my birth as the first clone.
Gigi plays along, “And her name is…?”
“Margo” Alice answered.
The Applause went on until the signal split up, solar flares and static took over, and Alice and Gigi signed off.
Alice, relieved by the interruption, took her envelope to her room where she planned to read it with another Japanese beer. She savored the moment, and at the same time it was part of her growth and development. Her Mom wrote her a letter. So rare even on Earth here. Handwritten, in the old cursive style, hard to read at times.
Dear Alice, she read quite plainly, and unexpectedly burst into tears…..
On Mars, Gigi thought about Alice’s discovery.
Who was the fortune teller named Margo?
What did the rest of Susan’s letter say? Gigi was uneasy a little. Trying to recall what she and her old roomate Susan might have shared. Was it coming out in a posthumous note? Gigi shook her head, no, there would be nothing incriminating. After all, Susan and Gigi went to college in 2040, not like the kids of today, 2064 that was more like Alice’s generation.
Monday, December 3, 2012
Link to a very interesting, entertaining, foot tapping
a tad bit violent, might want to be ready to close yours eyes briefly,
tune will stick with you 4 ever,
cool Bob Dylan creation.
Saturday, December 1, 2012
take in this strange and magical ceremony.
The other figures, tall, but not tallest like God.
Powerful, but not powerful-est.
smelling the defenseless orphan girl, poor and homeless, desperate, hungry and afraid.
God reeled in the slithering fallen angels, who are powerful and yet lacking in compassion.
As the powerful fallen angels looked for their purseful of rewards,
they were handed great heavy trunks and they revelled in their deception.
The young girl was saddened as she surveilled a transaction, was it corruption?
God pulled her aside and assigned her a special angel, who washed her, fed her
and rested her mind of where will I sleep? eat? be nurtured?
She asked God why he rewarded the fallen angels, cold greedy sinners.
God smiled at the simple misunderstanding so common among earthlings,
It was not gold young lady,
It was a sack full of your sadness, your hunger, the heavy weight on the mind of a young orphan girl.
She smiled as she nodded off.
for other Psalm Challenge links, click psalm challenge
Friday, November 30, 2012
Posting a link to a great one for Friday...
and the people of Atlantic City
For Levon, if you are anywhere near Woodstock, NY
go buy tickets to some great concerts coming up.
Buy Levon tickets and merchandise in time for your favorite holiday of darkness and hope
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Famous actor of the ?20’s?
This is a tin my Grandma Fanny had.
It holds old sewing notions, needles, thread.
I have used this tin since “appropriating” it from Mom’s stuff.
Later she smiled as she told me of her Mother’s crush on Wallace Reid.
Monday, November 26, 2012
though I am observing
Subroutines are not easy to create or re-create.
Girly Girl, as we now call her,
Is implacable at times, briefly inconsolable,
then it passes.
I remember that is how she was when she was Whitney,
When she lived here as a fledgling kitten.
I watch as she circles the edge of a room,
taking it all in,
where are the things, other cats,
We pet her as much as we can
and reassure her,
still she is not to be reassured except by herself.
She is all cat.
The subroutine, the new routine of Girly Girl
Is evolving as we speak.
She develops new areas of tolerance, daring to go a little farther each day.
Tommy is jealous and yet he too, is adjusting,
(having known her once as Whitney, his sister, 12 years ago)
now he is never quite accepting
of Girly Girl.
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Saturday, November 24, 2012
We revelled in the sound of song, tambourine, harp, drums, lyre and horn.
A song we had never heard before, angelic, a celebration, satiety for our souls.
We searched for reasons, was it our fate, or a blind gift, a random act?
The song sang out an end to slavery, hunger, hatred, and sins against others.
There were those in the audience, inattentive, impertinent, downright rude,
I could not understand their alien language. What planet did they come from?
They worshipped things, and stuff, and weird animal shapes.
They thumbed their noses at songs of hope being practised by our choir.
We learned a lesson from being out in the cold.
We should have, would have, could have had the faith.
Learning now the moral of an ancient song from long ago,
Your faith is rewarded, tested, abandoned, returned to,
bringing us back to
Must we never stop learning?
|When will we eat honey from the rock?|
Psalm Challenger host: Psalm Challenge Host Link
I was looking for the invisible transparent thing,
Harder to see than a needle in a haystack,
It was like looking for a hay blade in a haystack,
Everything blended as one.
Open Transparent meetings would be the law of the land.
Did you see through that one too?
They would pay your lawyer, if you win,
Guess that means the lawyer gets paid either way,
Hey, why do we need a lawyer anyway, if it is so
Do you remember school before I pads and DVD's,
We had Transparencies, They still use them.
Transparencies were an interesting concept too,
You put words and images in a transparent film.
What gets through makes the image. It is not 100 percent transparent.
I want the 100 percent transparent government.
Not the one where I have to go haystack to haystack
wondering what I am even looking for,
its bewilderment obscuring any
Friday, November 23, 2012
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Visit Laura's site where an amzing thing happened.
We are grateful for this opportunity to say what we are really grateful for.
I will never forget
The grade school images, crayon smells as we colored images of Thanksgiving
turkeys, pilgrims, native americans, leaves, corn stalks, pumpkins,
then we pasted them up on the giant windows of Columbus school.
we were told they all sat down at one table, long ago
The pilgrims in our school stories never got sick, or died, nor did their
native american guides. Nobody fought or struggled, or was really real.
Those story pilgrims were as 2 dimensional as the colored construction paper.
I want the real story,
the sickness, death, the struggles extreme, the interpersonal struggles
over power, property, money or love.
How quickly did the native americans contract deadly illnesses because they had no natural immunity?
Were there pilgrims who secretly prayed for return to European civilization of the day?
How many did they bury of the pilgrims before they had the Thanksgiving harvest?
Fast forward to today:
I give thanks for all we have and hope you have a wonderful feast per the tradition in the U.S.
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Rounding out the short work week with Joe
Happy Thanksgiving to all who celebrate
Here is a link for free Joe music in case you wondered,
He is a Blues Titan, gifted guitarist, singer, collaborator, historian, all around nice guy who loves music and he really knows those blues...
Free Music link by Joe
like this one.
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
until heaven knows what
Monday, November 19, 2012
Mondayback to work.
cats revert to all day naps,
after a can of this and can of that, scoop of this, petting, treats.
Yesterday we were encouraged seeing Tommy tearing out at full speed,
behind him, on his heels, was Meridien aka Whitney aka Girly Girl.
She apparently impressed Tommy so much he pretty much stopped stalking her yesterday
(these are cats i am talking about).
I unconsciously called the "new" cat Girly Girl.
She always was, well, Girly-like. Pretty white and black cat. Soft fur, affectionate.
I really started to think about cats having subroutines in their brains,
like Whitney had one subroutine when she lived with us, then Meridien had another for the majority of her life. She responded more to calling her Whitney here, but still not as strong as Girly-Girl. She likes this new name, to go with this new subroutine.
Fred dug a few more carrots last night and pronounced the garden closed for the winter.
Thursday is Thanksgiving (U.S.) and time for feasting and celebrating,
giving thanks to the harvest, to God, and the forces that give us our bounty.
The cats will give thanks for scraps of turkey.
For now we go to work to earn the bread,
Sunday, November 18, 2012
by mary e. gerdt
All rights reserved 2012
The Humdrum of a New Day
Alice woke up that day a little late. She missed the breakfast that Georgia served. Now Alice was on her own.
She rummaged through the food storage unit, nibbling, grazing on loose fruits and a bag of nuts she found. She had to hurry to get ready for the live interplanetary radio show with Gigi. She washed it all down with a swig of Japanese beer. ‘Whoa!”, Alice shook her head as the bitter powerful brew bit her all the way through. She took another drink, this time, immune to the bite.
The interviews had become more routine now, a masterful choreography by Gigi and brilliant follow through by Alice. From the beginning they both added details from life: life’s lessons, heartaches, triumphs, and sharing their Normalcy.
“Normal is good,” Last interview started with Gigi setting the subject. Ok, thought Alice, normalcy is the subject, I can do this.
“Absolutely,” Said Alice, and she proceeded to do a dissertation on Normalcy, Humdrum, Routine-isms, Boring lifestyles that lead to long and fulfilling +/- boring lives, “There can come a day, Gigi, when your life returns to normalcy, and you will be grateful.”
Gigi replied, “Affirmative.”
Even though Gigi felt she really wanted more challenges, like being the first long term woman occupant of Mars.
They broke for commercials.
Alice had been fondling an envelope all day. It was the one with the letter from her mother, written long ago, perhaps meant to be not so public?
She peered in the ripped corner of the envelope…the..unknown..fortune teller…she could see no more…Alice pried a little more.
"The unknown fortune teller has a name,"
Alice read in the letter.
"Her name is
Saturday, November 17, 2012
as I read this Psalm,
about hoping God will come soon,
with only tears for food,
I thought of this poem I wrote awhile ago.
Link to Psalm Challenge
by Mary E. Gerdt
Things will be better,
Time will have passed,
Regrets will have faded,
Sorrows will dry after
You will feel better,
Not like your dying.
When your back home
And safe in your place
Where you can roam,
And be one with nature,
Feel carefree again,
When we are older,
And we are settled,
And we are bolder,
We’ll reach for the sky,
Like we did before,
We’ll lose all our fear,
That closes the door.
The sorrow will fade,
That tugs at our heart strings,
That God alone made,
To keep us as humans, not a machine,
Who is hurt by a word, or an unkind deed.
Who heals when times get better and then,
Who bleeds and cries when losing a friend.
No mechanical device, we are flesh and blood,
And tears that we cry,
Rain down from above,
And fall from our faces down to the ground,
And wash off the fairies who watch us and frown,
Sad at all of our earthly emotions,
They stay close at hand when you’re feeling so lonely.
Never think you are alone in the middle of the night,
Or think your small world is causing a fright,
Open up and see the rest of the world
Is on your doorstep and ready to right,
All the bad ills and bad feelings you have,
May you see a world not so bad.
When you are feeling fear and evil intentions,
Look at a flower and its simple invention,
It is not so simple after all,
The flower can lift spirits after a fall,
The scent takes us to places long gone,
With the passing of time,
Sorrow will be done.
very cool video...history of rock and roll
@The Fabulous Fox...
always good music to be had in and around st. louis
here is an important part of the history, the source of rock and roll
click here for free music download from joe bonamassa
meanwhile, in 1967, my mom painted this pic of downtown edwardsville,
20 miles east of st. louis
i just imagine a blues piano man playing at the blue note lounge
Friday, November 16, 2012
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Legacyis a powerful concept.
Ideally must be
to the point,
it takes a
Judging by the
bad boys in the news
(you know who-why waste ink on their
can be ruined
one or more bad acts,
or deeds and or
that becomes public.
(ethics ? does that mean if no one knows, legacy unscathed?)
If one at first hears
and it is later
The impact of the Scandal
sears a pathway in the observer's head,
never to be undone by
Is that powerful?
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Link to what's happenin'
Monday, November 12, 2012
Fred got 2 free tickets to see Arlo Guthrie in Rutland, VT last night
at the Paramount,
a stately old friendly venue
where we got to see the son of Woody Guthrie do a tribute
to his Father and life in general,
a rambling fantastic journey,
I started 37 years ago when I saw him and Pete Seeger at the Mississippi River Festival.
I was 17.
Tonight seat #17.
He was great tonight, his music disciplined, precise and loose at the same time,
His dad's tunes, tunes of his dad's era, tunes of Arlo's era,
stories intermingled, a biography,
and understated, perhaps as a shield,
he lost his wife a few weeks ago,
and they were so infinitely close,
so rarely perfectly matched,
it would seem he would be paralyzed by this,
and yet, he performed as I am sure she would want,
the music that they shared.
This video link is one she filmed and I found on you tube.
So if you get a chance to see Arlo's show, you will be truly enthralled
with his music and musing.
Thanks to Seven Days Newspaper for 2 tickets to this great show!
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Thanks to Daily Athens for hosting the Psalm Challenge
Am attempting to be more disciplined about participating and posting according to
Daily Athens...Psalm Challenge
Again I find myself at the graveyard of my ancestors,
Only a generation away
Still a forever lost opportunity,
They died at about the time I was born
My Grandfather died 28 Years before I was born.
I wanted to sit them all down,
What was life like then?
What did you sacrifice?
How was your faith tested?
I knew my Mother's sacrifices,
what did she give up?
How was her faith tested?
I remember a book she wrote in during WW 2. It held men's names,
Later I realized, they were boy's names, boys whose names she met at the USO
in St. Louis., the big city just north of Fort Leonard Wood.
Many of the boys names were crossed off.
I knew that meant they died,
Who of them might have died clutching a photo of
I read Psalm 79.
My mother's words again to me,
Do not die without faith,
Trust me she said.
Her mother, Fanny, died without faith, she said.
The band song, The Weight, in my head again,
"Take a load off Fanny."
Mom said Fanny was having a heart attack, dying.
She was terrified without faith.
So take it from my ancestors, even if your days look dim,
Mom always knew best.
Another great version on Joe's channel,
This download helps support Breast Cancer Awareness.
Posting late, slept late,
hate the time change,
love the new old cat,
Savoring Joe's music,
Hoping you do Too
How can U go Wrong?
Free Song by Joe Bonamassa, Did U Say U Luv The Blues?
Friday, November 9, 2012
Above: Link to a live version of my favorite Joe Bonamassa tune.
Joe is into keeping blues alive, using the styles of many vintage blues guys.
Joe also help students keep their enthusiasm for music.
Below: link to free Joe tune for signing up for his newsletter.
Joe Bonamassa Free Song
Fridayis probably a good day to talk about
being the end of the traditional work week,
I am running out of
thought I would post a link to interesting
research and discovery about
read the website and give if you can,
you will see it come back,
then flying home, without tether, Free, yet
Connected and he felt that tug at his heart strings,
pulling him, pulling him along.
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
link to Joe's music....
day after election...when Billions $ spent on elections
who wins? loses?
who suffers heartache?
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
who is us,
"gets to vote"
which mysteriously transforms to an electoral college representative,
"they are given every opportunity"
some more than once or even posthumously,
"to show their freedom"
to be taxed silly,
can you believe there are people so disillusioned,
they do not vote at all? I do.
"In One Nation"
still is one,
hold on, someone is offended already,
"Under your all powerful one, multiple ones, or non entity of empty nothingness"
"So we may elect a chosen one to lead us from despair
and deliver us to Blissful Utopian Synergistic Splendiforousity."
(I added that last line...now go vote, it does make a difference!)
Monday, November 5, 2012
Saturday, November 3, 2012
just finished psalm challenge 78
Finally, for the first time from the inside, I stared at the walls of my grandfather and grandmother’s house, a mystery to me since I was too young to live here, the ownership lost to still fuzzy details, unknown to me circumstances.
Hoping for clarity, or perhaps a sign, information, a lesson, was it there, in the walls? Thinking I might develop a feeling, see something that sparked a connection. There was nothing shown to me, no sign.
At the graveside, when my mother’s ashes joined her parents and her brother, it was her feeling that I felt, her desire to return to the loving arms of her family, especially her father who she lost abruptly when she was 5 on the eve of the Great depression of 1930. Mom finally found the answers she had been looking for on the material plane.
Her faith shaken again and again, she emerged stronger at every trial. Teaching us the lesson we were looking for in the beginning, now with no Mom to share the story with, or
is she here,
giving me the foundation and encouragement to write this down,
when she declared to me,
“I hope you are taking notes.”
Saturday nights in Woodstock, NY
Link to the ramble...awesome video.
link to blog by meredith angwin,
my nuclear go to woman.
it does deserve to be in the news that the nuclear plants along
the devastated atlantic coastline
Friday, November 2, 2012
Friday Music Link.
sometimes i think, what will the music of the baby boomer adult day programs?
no doubt, up on cripple creek is right on up there.
this version, so rare now. so many of these men are in heaven's band
we are grateful for links like this one, to the past