Thinking About Truth

It was incredibly important to Mama that we did not lie.

She is the only person I know who sent, many years ago,in the 60's,
$.25 back to a hotel in Georgia we had lodged in because she had picked up a clothes hanger with her clothes and did not discover it until she reached our home in Florida. Tracking down information was not so simple then without the

internet, but she somehow got the address, wrote a letter of apology

and placed a quarter inside as payment for her unintentional "theft".

Mama taught me Bible verses at night before bedtime and instilled in

me a love for Psalms as a salve for broken heartedness and stress.

She taught Sunday school for years, and the ladies in her classes

spoke of her with love and respect. She knew the truth and on the

Sunday when she died with a look of complete peace and beauty

on her face, it set  her free.

I KNOW this about Mama, but not from that place in me that is logical and tangible. I know this from a mystical place. That place where soul touches spirit and awakens the body and mind with AHA! That place. That lovely, untouchable place. I want to, at this moment right now, call it "the grace table." That's where truth lies. Maybe since things look a bit "dicey" out there right now, we should all take even just a moment to pull up a chair at the grace table, hold hands, close our eyes, and bow our heads in gratitude. Then, when we lift our heads and open our eyes maybe we, too, will know what is truth and it will set us free.

Peace, Love Linda

Timing

The weather map in front of me looks ominous. A swirling mass of wind and rain sits, what looks to be, millimeters away from Florida, swirling out homes and cars and lives on small islands; but, if all goes as the weatherman says, the effects on our state will be minimal.  At the same time the news shows praying families, candles held high, mourning the loss of young loved ones who happened to go to school on Thursday. The politics of the day appears as if real TV has taken over the campaign trail and dramatic words and well timed quotes riddled with absurdity are not only accepted but championed as the norm.

But the voice in my soul says, "fear not." It's life, and it's miraculous, and the sun rising and setting at its specific times is enough to remind us, as is the blue jay in the crepe myrtle out front and the cardinal showing up this week for the first time in months. Time, it's an illusion, created by man.
Timing, that's something different.

Peace. Love, Linda

Wireless

We're flying in a tube
with the windows shut tight,                                   
tweeting and texting and updating.
We're connected. We're connecting.
Wireless.

I slip up the little window cover
with a push of the hand and
row 2 D and E shines.

I press my forehead to the glass
gazing at butterless popcorn and
rogue bullies with big noses
pushing at gray shirts
to gather in one place,
posturing for an afternoon blowout.

The tube tips and water and sky
merge into one
marked by meandering varicosities
flowing out to sea.                                                            
The sun flashes in my eyes
through silver clouds,
and I'm overwhelmed
with peace
as we soar.

Wireless.

Peace. Love, Linda

New Green

New Green

03/04/15... 10/04/15... 12/25/15...

Whoosh! It’s gone.

Don’t miss the new green

on the ride by.

In wooded areas, now,

on a rode side near you.

Peace. Love, Linda