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Andy Warhol said:
Don’t think about making art, just get it done. Let everyone else decide if it’s good or bad, whether they love it or hate it. While they are deciding, make even more art.

But he also said:
Art is what you can get away with. LOL


I have to remind myself. Make what you like. Write what you like. Don’t worry about whether people like it. Just keep going. It’s not up to me. The questions to ask IMO are:
Is this real?
Does this help you or someone else?
Is this positive?
And for me, what would God say about what I’ve written? (I don’t think God cares if I say naughty words. *shrug* He cares whether or not I love people. And some people deal in naughty words. lol IDK!)

Here’s an excerpt from a piece I wrote at the beginning of this site,
Dog with a Blog:


Through some pretty painful thoughts, my epiphany rose. Your writing is the voice you always wanted. And you just want to be heard because you felt like you never were. Same with acting, art, anything. Your hands and mouth and mind won’t stop, even if you tried. They’ve had their freedom. You were the 4th child of a crazy family who wasn’t big on sharing, feelings or truth. Your voice was lost on that sea of insanity. You don’t want to be ignored. You have something to say.

But, it has to be more than that. Because everyone has that story. What God is leading me to is this.

GOD: If I gave you a voice, it was to use for me. Not to heal your broken heart. Not to sermonize. Not to exorcise your demons. Not to psychoanalyze your issues. But to work for me. And I have taken care of you. I will continue to do that. You show my power in your weakness. Stop worrying about money. I will not let your voice drown. Like the boat that I was in and kept tall on the waves that I stilled, I will raise your voice for those that need to hear it.


I hesitated years ago to start a blog. But I’m so glad I finally did.

Keep going. You don’t know where you will go unless you move.

I’m No Angel

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Angel wings and halos
Aren’t always what they seem.
Perfect teeth and tits
Are nothing but a dream.

This body gave life.
This belly gave birth.
This face has laughed.
These hands do work.

My breasts have fed
A tiny baby girl.
This mind has created
a from-scratch, new-found world.

I wouldn’t really try
To change a bleeding thing.
After finding my own voice?
I’m totally gonna sing.

Why not?
So what?
Wear
Think
Do
Say
Go after
Pull down
The things you want.
No one cares.
No one stares!

And if they do?
Chalk it up to hate.
They’ll have to answer for that
Portion on their plate.

I’m too busy living life to wonder what small-minded people think
about this big-hearted person.

HEEEY! *snap* bye. *flap, flap, flap*


YOU! bettah. work!

Eye of God

What if for a second
We merely supposed?
The galaxies in space
Are God’s mind exposed.

We finally have a picture.
Epic record we can see.
The mind map of God–
Light history.

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See a similar map here.
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Best Map Ever of the Universe
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Does this look like the inside of a mind or body? It’s part of our known universe. Road Map

Swirling bright clusters
And exploding gas clouds.
Firing synapses
Appear in star-crowds.

Expanding chemicals
Racing through the brain.
Magnetic fields
Of electric rain.

Solar wind.
Asteroid belts.
Polar flares.
Rock that melts.

Endless black holes
Worming their way.
Tunneling and tumbling
Through a Kubrick ballet.

If the Universe is
The eternal God-Head,
We are cells broken/
Spoken from dead.

Four words are a Gun.
Let there be light.
Shot out *big bang*
His bullets bring life.

Twisted orange, purple threads
Make lightning-quick connections.
Worlds ignite through invisible wicks,
Catching fire in all directions.

Heavenly hosts
Beat their wings.
Angels rocket
And pluck their strings.

And as they play
Their creative tune,
Planets are framed,
Hung with a moon.

If God is the mind
Then the body–different worlds.
A collection of organs
Filtering systems like pearls.

Braid the planets together,
Necklace Space-time.
But we threaten to steal it
With crime Starfish Prime.

We. Are. Cancer.
We eat up space.
Nothing can win.
Everything’s a race.

If missiles are medicine,
If spaceships are pills,
Then we are poisoning the Universe
With the ills of our wills.

We only want to spread our brand of living to another surface. We are bacteria.

If we are cancer? Infection?
Then Jesus is the cure.
God sent his son
To make this Body pure.

Jesus Christ–
Pearl of great price.
Brilliant contribution,
Teleportation device.

Here instantly.
Gone the same way.
But remains in Spirit
Always to stay.

He is bright Sun.
He is absolute center.
He is the portal–
Challenging us to enter.

God/Universe/Love
Expands forever.
Kingdom come,
Endure and Endeavor.

If we can see the wonder
Of the inside of God’s mind,
We should:
Respect it.
Protect it.
Project it.
For all the universe to see.

He’s watching. Thank God.

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Dolly Llama

So I did a really silly series except I only did one or two. So it’s not technically a series. Yet. So I’m coming back to those. This one (below) is Llama Doorjamb (Spoof of Lama Dorje from Little Buddha, one of my favorite movies. It’s not the best acting, think Chris Isaak, but it’s a great look at Buddha and his story). My daughter, Pencil Princess, drew him. He’s so friggin’ cute. She drew it several months ago, but it didn’t scan properly and we didn’t have time to go back and rescan.llama doorjamb.jpg

I mean NO disrespect to any Buddhists, Tibet or the Dalai Lama. In fact, the opposite. I have found many things in Buddhism that reinforce my Christian faith and help me overcome my weaknesses.

Things like, when a wave or storm comes at you, don’t be overwhelmed. Anticipate the wave, accept the wave, overcome the wave, be the wave, understand the wave. Help others who are drowning. And suffering. Stop suffering by letting go of needless desire. All very good advice and here is where Buddhism and Christianity overlap. How to be a better Buddhist, Christian, person.

This llama has that Bill Murray pout, the one he had in Caddyshack. I love it. Murray has that speech about talking with the Dalai Lama and reaching enlightment? He ends his brag with “So, I got that goin’ for me.”

This is my catchphrase as of late. Whenever I say something that sounds braggy or lame such as:

I just leveled up in Toy Blast!

or

Today, I didn’t almost-crap my pants!

I always follow those phrases up with “So, I got that goin’ for me.” in that sideways-Bill-Murray voice. And it always makes me happy to think of it.


So I usually dole out some silly wisdom or joke in these little asides. It’s more of a poem for my nugget of wisdom with a touch of silliness, and oh-so true for me lately:

I never thought it would happen.
But.
Turns out?
I’m an optimist!

LOL, this might be a new take on an old joke, but it’s how I’m feeling today.


Feel good about yourself today. No one else might! 🙂

get away

what good does it do
to live by the ocean
if you’re w-raptured in
all the other motion
of living

i haven’t been
to the beach in days
i need to go
and catch some rays
of hope

my attitude lies
in the baking sun
frying up goodness
for everyone
who has to love me

the world and all its work
fevered me delirious
salt, sand, sun, fun
brought me to my senses
finally

is it wrong to use beach as church?
if it’s wrong? i don’t wanna be right. amen.


If I could find a beach church, I’d go morning, noon and night.

Rain

Dark clouds
Gather behind me,
Whisper about my life.

Untrue words
Rip like lightning,
Burning up my sky.

Hateful shame
Drops like rain
Aiming for my mind.

Enemy voices
Peal and roll
Thunder across with lies.

Good thing I brought my umbrella.

88

Slow down, you move too fast.

I met a gentleman this morning with the most lovely accent. From Virginia. He was 88. I could listen to him talk all day.

I knew moving into this driving job, I would meet interesting people. Aromatic people, talkative people, desperately lonely people. But I had no idea I would meet magical people.

“I just need to stay alive and keep a house going.”

That was his mantra all morning long.

Two things to keep in mind when you’re 88:

  1. Stay alive! (very important)
  2. Keep a place going (also very important)

Survival and shelter. Can’t argue with that.

I carried him to Winn-Dixie to get some groceries. From here on known as grosh. As I helped him out of the car and into the store, he kept reciting things he would be doing. He was full of helpful tips and practical suggestions. To everything he stated, to affirm I was listening, I replied, “Smart.” and “Good idea.”

He would reply, in the most charming Southern drawl, “Smart?! Only way to go as I see it.”

I love you, sir. Let me help you with your grosh.

Two things to keep in mind when you’re 44 (exactly half his age, that would be my age):

  1. Stay alive
  2. Keep a place going

Got it. Smart. Only way to go as I see it.

*apathetic kazoo toot*

so they don’t toot their kazoo
for every passing parade
i have to merit attention–
earn it or don’t get paid

some say it’s harsh and rigged
but i say it’s discerning
if they all liked everything i did
what would i be learning?

no, i won’t get a trophy
no, i won’t get an “A”
no, i won’t get a million bucks
for just waking up today

how will we be equipped and prepped
if we’re all coddled like cattle?
how will we conquer the glowing opponent
in the smoldering heat of battle?

it’s okay to fail
it’s okay to lose
it’s okay to just. be. okay
egos can handle a bruise

don’t. stop. trying.