I don’t always spell things korrectly. Or punctuate! “in the right place”. or capitalize. But dammit, I’m a college graduate!! I have 2 two-year degrees now from Metropolitan Community College. A very liberal arts degree… More
i made this helmet princess several years ago after my friend died. it’s the dark eyes that remind me of her, i added those.
i didn’t draw the helmet, but i did everything else. i found it and manipulated it in photoshop. it was a royalty-free image, like a drawing from an old book.
and i wrote this poem. i revised and published here because it makes me happy to think of her.
i didn’t know you as well as i could, but i knew u were:
funny as hell
wispy like a princess
and the-heart-of-a-lion mother
life is a stain, full of blood and pain
an un-removable mark
indelible, undeniable, irreversible
life is crazy and messy and amazing
impossible to erase
ur mark can never,
will never, fade
ur remarkable and beautiful
ur body is broken
ur life is undone
but ur spirit is alive
you have overcome
ur daughter is here
ur love is around
ur there in her eyes
angel come down
ur the lucky one
now u will rest
u endured the worst,
enjoy the best
My featured pic–some clouds from the other day, building into a strong shower. It’s very cloudy here on the coast, but they are those big, puffy ones (cumulus?), so white and beautiful. And I love a good rainy day and shower here and there. Love the wind that whips down the coast and the air right before a downpour.
Before I show you the coolest thing on this post, a little fashion. A little. My daughter wore this outfit to church the other day.
So cute. Beachy sandals and rolled up jeans. So sweet. Love living here. I want this look! She also wore her heart shirt found here.
Love spelled in binary. Geek Heart! She made it on Customized Girl! It’s on sale-super cheap at $11.97. 🙂
So. This is for my friend Carin! I told her I would post. We live near Flamingo Drive. So of course there is a pink, metal flamingo sculpture at the neighbor’s! LOL
And we have a pink flamingo stepping stone near our apartment.
The theme from Miami Vice (go listen to it! you have to!) is playing over and over in my head now. Especially the sequence with the flamingos at the beginning.
Gotta go bust some Vice-doers now. Hasta mañana, baby!
Wait. Am I Crockett or Tubbs?
I wrote this for church several years ago. I still agree with the sentiment. And I’m better now.
In terms of serving other people, I do what I can, for whom I can. I try to respond to the call of need of those immediately around me. Not just those who attend my church. I try to pay attention. And I do it because I want to. Because it brings me joy.
And if it doesn’t? Working on it.
We can start there. That’s a good start to good stuff. If everyone did that? We’d have a better world.
Altruism /æltru●ĭzǝm/ n. a concern for the welfare of others without any benefit to one’s self.
AKA-doing good stuff for other people and you don’t get nothin’ for it.
Many cultures and religions prioritize this concept of altruism. It is certainly a key tenet of Christ’s teachings (the words that came out of Christ’s mouth), even if some Christians don’t follow.
Interestingly though, many people are skeptical of completely selfless service. True altruism can in no way satisfy the giver. It must be an act of sacrifice in which the giver receives nothing. Educated opinions differ as to whether pure altruism even exists.
I believe that we are created with an innate sense of concern for others. I do. We are built for doing good. We are, after all, made in the image of God. But as with all divine design, we can pervert, mangle, void and totally destroy God’s gift with our own skewed perspective. We’re not perfect.
PLUS! We are imprinted with tons of distorted viewpoints by the age of reason. We are taught to be cautious, self-protecting, guarded, skeptical, closed. Instead of running naked (emotionally!), open, arms stretched out to total strangers embracing each other in love. Get outta here, Hippie!
Your life should bring you J-O-Y!
I was taught, from a very young age, that one could live life in an extremely simple, specific way and espouse this value above all others, JOY.
It’s easy, your priorities will fall into these categories:
I learned this lesson early and for the most part, I have lived my life this way. Sometimes, the letters got jumbled along the way. And sometimes the letters were missing, altogether.
Even so, I have usually put others’ feelings and welfare above my own, but the reasons were borne of fear and selfishness. There was no J-O-Y in it. My thoughts were these:
If I don’t put God first, He will be angry with me and punish me.
If I don’t put my family and friends first, they won’t love me.
If I don’t put myself last, I am selfish and lazy.
I didn’t do good for goodness sake, I was wrapped in negative motivations. I was simply trying to avoid the bad. Over the past decade, however, I have tried to put others first out of an idealistic will, to take the selfishness out of serving, to do good for God. I wanted that desire to fill me up and bring me joy. That desire has landed me in an unexpected place. I am still struggling with the same negative motivations.
Whenever I am asked to do something, I complain, out loud or in my heart. I am still wrapped in fear. My thoughts have developed to these:
If I don’t put God first, I’m not truly a Christian.
If I don’t put my family and friends first, I do not love or I’m not truly a friend.
If I don’t put myself last, I have failed.
In the past few months, I have come crashing down. I have staked my value in service and it has failed. I have tried to do more, serve more, give more than ever before and it has not brought me any closer to God. My marriage is suffering, my child is neglected, my heart is grumbling and dark. When you get to the root of it, I am an incredibly broken, screwed-up failure. My strategies for life are just as twisted as someone who only looks out for number 1. I am fooled and tricked by my own misunderstanding. I wish I truly cared for people the way Christ did. I wish that I could wrap my arms around the whole hurting world. I wish that my actions reflected a pure love for God.
I’ve been trying to define altruism for myself or letting others define it for me when I should look to God’s definition for my life and look at myself through His eyes.
For several years, my husband and I served at our local church, we were on the drama team, served in children’s church, wrote stories, scripts, essays and lesson plans. We unloaded fireworks, made movies, cooked, cleaned, listened, directed and an endless list of tasks. And others did even more than we did.
But. Our salvation. We were just as much in need of salvation on the last day of our time there as our first.
Salvation. It’s not a game. You try to put points up on that board, but somehow it never measures up to Jesus’ sacrifice, does it? I need to stop keeping score. Jesus zeros the board every single day. And that’s always in our favor. How many times do I screw up in a day? Let’s just say, I keep the statisticians busy.
Salvation is not about earning points on our way to heaven. It’s about letting heaven come down to take over the game, our will and desire: our heart, mind, body and soul. When we do that, the definition for altruism will simply read:
/æltru●ĭzǝm/ n. see God.
OMG! I could just die. This is so moving. Love it, Lil. And that Netflix doc was awesome. I still think Ben Eine is Banksy. LOL Love this Lambsy. 😉
Is this not the coolest??
I am half of a whole; my other half, a hole.
My family and I recently watched the movie Saving Banksy on Netflix. Saving Banksy is a movie about how street artists’ works are being removed from buildings and sold for high prices at auctions without the creator’s permission. My mom, Crafty B, said in a post that when I’m moved by something, I write a song about it. In this case, I drew a picture about it.
This illustration imagines a piece of street art containing two characters that was half-removed. It can also represent a situation in real life when someone you love or care deeply about is torn away from you.
My original intent was for this creature to look like a little dog boy, but my parents say that he looks like a sheep. I just wanted to create a fantastical, fun-looking animal person…
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Battered & shattered
Beat up, written off
Rebuked & refused
Men make advances
Exploit male advantage
The world rolls over
As if we never gave birth to Progress.
Women take control.
Don’t forget your role.
Mother, make hope–
The world can’t exist without us.
Spittin’ mad rhymes
Collectin’ those crimes
You gonna drop those dimes
Or do hard times
Not much you can do
Get shot comin’ thru
Ain’t nothin’ new
Y’all wish it wasn’t true
Dyin’ in the streets
Dyin’ for care
God Bless America.
Where’s God in this?
Is He at the bottom line?
Did they leave Him out?
The last thing on their mind.
When you die
Is less of the concern
How you die
Is the screw they turn
Poison the water
Poison the food
Poison the thinking
Of the very people you’re killin’.
Don’t play this game
Don’t hang that frame
Don’t take that name
Recalibrate your aim
I stagger here crushed, crashed into by God,
Crushed by the weight of his mercy and grace,
My sin gone without a trace.
And it feels like…heaven.
Hit by lightning, the wonder of his coming,
Saved by his dying,
Crying at the moment I see his glory
And he is revealed to me.
This world is full of:
Hurt may appear
Closer in the mirror.
Hitting, hurting, burning,
Scratching, fighting, scarring.
And we don’t even know
Who we’ve struck on the road
With our carelessness. Our thoughtlessness. Our inhumanity.
Though–we are saved.
Without reason or cause.
Captured and raptured.
In spite of our flaws.
Made by his hands,
Made for his plans,
Made just like him.
Built for relationship.
Asking for love and loyalty–
Our trust in His royalty.
Our undivided attention.
And when he crashes into us,
It doesn’t hurt.
But you know that you’ve been hit.
He crashes into us.
He leaves a mark.
Stunned mind, ears ring.
A mark made by the one, true king.
He came on a star.
He left on a cloud.
Here but a brief second.
A drop in the bucket.
But he changed man’s heart forever.
Hit and run.
Hit and stun.
Crushed by his glory, stick around for the story,
The story of Love.
A story of grace.
God came to earth and showed us his face.
The face of a child in such a lowly place.
Eternal spirit become flesh.
Forever and finite, in a sense,
Wisdom clothed in innocence.
Power in weakness,
Eternity from meekness,
He does nothing but seek us.
He came here to this dangerous space.
A tiny member of the human race
To save. The. World.
He crashed into history.
He flashed into being.
Believing is seeing.
The story gets better.
The story is a letter.
A letter from me to you
Read it from beginning to end.
And read it again.
Brace for impact.