Being Prepared

What does it mean to be prepared?

Being receptive to learn from every experience!

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Let Me Flower As I Will

This is a poem about living authentically.  I found it in my mother’s Poetry Notebook.  I know why she loved this poem and copied it out by hand; this is my mother’s credo!  And it’s in my DNA too!  When I read it, I ache for missing her, but I am also glad for her example and well-companioned by her memory.  God bless Almeda forever and ever.

Anywhere Anyway

I’m human here, I’m human there,
I am human everywhere!
Makes no difference what skin I’m in,
Matters not who is my kin,
Looking goth or glam or status quo;
I’m still human where-‘er I go!
I am old, I am young,
I am pro- or anti- gun.
I am sick, I am well;
I am quiet, I sometimes yell;
Sometimes some will even say
I am surely on my way
Up to Heaven or going straight to Hell!
But only God and time will tell.
This one thing I am most sure;
It is true, it will endure:
We’re each unique, yet all the same;
We are human, we have a name;
We’re not numbers, ideas, or things;
We are sacred human-beings.
Matters not our vocation;
Matters not our location:
In or out of mother’s womb
From conception unto tomb,
We are human, we are sacred.
Stop the killing, stop the hatred.
On this side, or on that,
East, west, south, north on the map,
We are human, we are sacred.
Stop the killing, stop the hatred.

(Another Seuss-esque From-the-desk
of one who would say
love each other


Why Yellow?

Ohmyword.  I just discovered yellow.  When I was growing up, I didn’t like the color yellow.  I thought yellow was trite.  Sticky notes, smiley faces, and dandelions are yellow.  I thought yellow was boring.  School buses, pencils, and bananas are yellow.  I thought yellow was strangely ambiguous like the signal between stop and go, plastic police tape, and honey bees that sting!  Yellow is the color of old women’s hair that’s been dyed a gazillion times too many in an ineffectual attempt to look young.  Good grief, yellow is the color of pee!

In my 20’s I thought anyone who liked yellow must be a bit of a simpleton.  How can anyone in touch w/ reality be that happy?  I had a friend who was passionate about yellow, and, even though I thought highly of her in other regards, I felt sure some part of her brain must have been lobotomized for her to be so enthralled w/ yellow.

In my 30’s I noticed I really liked Chartreuse, but I saw it as a quirky green.  I still do.  Chartreuse is not yellow.  Chartreuse is a free-thinking green that took the road less traveled.  Chartreuse is the color of gold-finches and Helleborus.

In my 40’s I decided subdued tones of orange can work as occasional accents.  Orange is not yellow.  Orange has experience and intensity.  Orange has character.  Orange is vintage red.  Poppies and sunsets and orioles are orange.

Today, I hung some yellow drapes in the blue bedroom and discovered why yellow is a good thing.  Yellow is sunshine!  Yellow is gladness freely flowing!  Yellow is the color of blessing and unmitigated joy!  I couldn’t believe my eyes!  It was like I had discovered the secret that could bring peace to the world!

The only problem now is I can’t sleep in that bedroom: I’m too excited by all that happiness.

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