This post is not the usual for me. To this point the only posts on my blog have been my writing.  But this morning, after flipping through channels, I came across something that just disturbed me. I don't usually watch "Keeping Up With The Kardashians", but was flipping channels and got caught up in the train wreck. What bothered me the most was Kim Kardashian going on and on about having psoriasis, lamenting about how she's a celebrity and cannot be seen with any imperfections. She was acting as if this would be the end of  photo shoots and walking the red carpet, her life was over! Get a grip! She wasn't diagnosed with cancer or AIDS or ALS. Yes, I know there's not a cure for psoriasis, and there are people who suffer with this disease. Not saying anything against those folks, this is totally about how this "celebrity" was ranting on and on, including screaming at her mother about how she "had ruined her life by passing this disease down to he...

Fancy houses hide behind strong fences Holding fast to the words without any pretenses Passage is jammed As new ideas are slammed Against stones in the road Where once the waters flowed Deliveries are suspect Yet attempting to inject Thoughts into the yards Lined around by guards Memory Lane or Main The result is the same Each resident's address Waits for success

Why One little word Rack your brain Reason Wonder Tell me why One little word Gets under my skin Question Doubt Why me Insanity Who knows Why

Where I Stand             I am a private person. Not private to the extent of being reclusive like Howard Hughes or Greta Garbo.   Not public though, like those that feel the need to post their every move on Facebook or Twitter. Do you really need to know that I’m running to town to get ice cream, will be back in 15 minutes and then I’m going to wash a load of clothes and then I’m going to curl up on the couch with my dog and watch my favorite shows. NO! I will share the highs and the lows of my life with family and friends. I enjoy spending time with people I care about, but I don’t need to know everything about ya business, nor you mine.   I am a private person.   I do not care for artificial. Especially people .So many have become indifferent to the world around them, fake smiles, fake feelings. It’s easy I suppose. They feel comfortable in this artificial, throw away world we have created. What is real anymore? ...

They Make Me Happy  L ittle souls   pure and tender They are reason for living Little bodies Full of wiggles and giggles They are my heart Little hearts Full of love and devotion They know only love I hope for a lifetime Of knowing only this They make me happy

Blue sky low fluffy clouds Sun shining on the corner of the building next door Stones in the shade gray and forbidding Lifeless windows look across the campus Pine tree leaning stretching toward the sun Leaves flurrying down like snowflakes Leafless trees Prepared for winter chill Bells, chimes Signaling the time Walkers strolling Taking in the fall air As seen from the square of glass next door

Mother Ann our eldress they called her Walked among the believers Imprisoned for her visions Made a voyage to a new world With eight likely souls To practice her beliefs With no bars or holds Soon Shakers they were called Through malice and misunderstanding Had moved across the land Gaining strength by banding Believers together their numbers reached into the thousands Souls communing mutually by faith and accepting Canterbury, Enfield, Shirley and South Union Villages of believers Working toward a peaceful life Working side by side, brethren and sisters No his nor her’s, all theirs The goal they reached for Was a Utopia to share Hands to work and hearts to God A simple life Of cleanliness, honesty and efficiency Many passed through the doors Looking for the Shaker way For living peacefully Of a life where the Spirit flowed Through those who were the believers Song, dance and worship Meeting together they came Calling the Spirit to guide them To witness to the same Brothers, Sisters, f...