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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Helix “Eye of God” Nebula

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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.

Superior Mother

The pic above was from my childhood home. I gave it as a present to my mom this morning for Mother’s Day.


Went on a day trip today with my mom. It was fun. As a surprise for Mother’s Day, my husband, daughter and I took my mom down to her hometown of Aullville. We took pictures and stopped at a local eatery for some unusual dining, The Belarussian Bakery.

Aullville, MO has a current population of 100. In its heyday, my mom said 200. πŸ™‚ Small town.

It was adorable. Mom showed us her old house and the two churches in town.

It was a great day with lots of memories for her and history for us. We stopped back in Higginsville on the way home. Home of the Huskers! lol We took pictures of the old movie theatre where she saw pictures for a nickel! Then we spotted lunch.

We ate at The Belarussian Bakery, a unique find in Missouri. The food was delicious and extremely flavorful. Home-cooked and savory with a Russian influence. We would definitely go back. An old, large brick home with many rooms. It has that old gas smell of a home from the 19th century, but it’s so cute. And once the kitchen is going, you can’t tell. It has a well-kept interior with reasonable prices. If you’re out that way, stop in. If you like old-timey cooking and houses.

What a great day. It was a successful surprise. We didn’t tell her until she sat down in the car. She was a good sport to let us kidnap her. πŸ™‚ It was an honor to hear Mom’s stories and see where she spent her formative years. Hope you like the pictures.


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Aullville Exit! 45 minutes out of KC.
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Used to be the bank.
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My grandmother attended church here. Aullville Baptist Church
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I think she said this was honeysuckle? Is that right, Mom?
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My mother had her first picture taken here at the age of 5. This my daughter on the side of the same church. Aullville Christian Church
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Same church. West side. So beautiful. Caught a lens flare.
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Pickups & Peonies–Cool, old truck on the other side of the street. Made it black and white in Photoshop. Love it!
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Mater’s homestead. They lived here in ’38-’44? Is that right, Mom? Still standing. But vacant.
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Beautiful country lane.
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Love a good fence line.
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Old downtown Higginsville movie palace. Movies were a nickel? Shot this, did not crop, did not fix the color. Love this shot. Love the angles and the wonky set up.
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Flowers at The Belarussian
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Photo Credit: Lillian Maggio, Vibrant colors at The Belarussian
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My two Lillis. Lillian, my daughter was named after Mom.

Matthew 6:28-29 NASB
“And why are you worried about clothing? Observe how the lilies of the field grow; they do not toil nor do they spin, yet I say to you that not even Solomon in all his glory clothed himself like one of these.

These Lillis are beautiful!


I saw this silo today. It had SUPERIOR at the top.

silo.jpgI have a superior mother. One of the best. We haven’t always seen eye-to-eye, but that’s pretty normal, right? God saw to it that I had what I needed. A mother who loved me all the way to here. Even when I was ungrateful.

I had a father who was rough, but a mother who was gentle and kind. Everything that I am? I owe to her. She made me, cradled me, cared for me more than any person on the planet. She wants to see me succeed and helps me to do that. Thanks, Mom. I know you love me. And I love you so much. Happy Mother’s Day.

Some days, you were all that I had. And that was enough.

STP

I grew up on Stone Temple Pilots and when Scott Weiland died a few years ago, it made me sad. He, obviously, had a troubled life and couldn’t conquer addiction. I loved their music and he had a great voice. I had an idea for a tribute poem; it may be trite, but it sums up my 20s with titles and lyrics from STP.


Creep along the interstate
Love song plays when I show up late

And I feel it–empty inside
This sour girl is Lonesome’s bride

Though my scarred-up heart still remains
Days of the week in tight-gripped reins

And so I know, and so it goes
Plush is the place where shallow grows

The dogs do find me, Smell on the street
Make my way to collapse at your feet

And as I lay my troubled head
Vasoline on plain, white bread

RIP S.

Rich with Lovers

Katharine Clifton (played by Kristin Scott Thomas, from The English Patient):
My darling. I’m waiting for you. How long is the day in the dark? Or a week? The fire is gone, and I’m horribly cold. I really should drag myself outside but then there’d be the sun. I’m afraid I waste the light on the paintings, not writing these words. We die. We die rich with lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we’ve entered and swum up like rivers. Fears we’ve hidden in-like this wretched cave. I want all this marked on my body. Where the real countries are. Not boundaries drawn on maps with the names of powerful men. I know you’ll come carry me out to the Palace of Winds. That’s what I’ve wanted: to walk in such a place with you. With friends, on an earth without maps. The lamp has gone out and I’m writing in the darkness.


Rich with lovers. I love that line. It is so full in one’s mouth and mind. It plays on the tongue and exercises all manner of lip movement and physical speech. I hope you have tried to say it. Out loud. You pretend kiss when forming the word rich. And the word with. It is a line for all time.

Rich with lovers. I think we all die rich with lovers. You may have only known your husband or wife, intimately. But we have all fashion of lovers. My family loves me. My friends love me. Strangers love me. And we love many. Sexually or not.

I have never been closer to another human being as I have been to my husband. I am so thankful for that. He knows everything about me and still loves me unconditionally. Even when he’s mad at me. He may not admit it. Or realize it. But if pressed, he loves me still. That–is nothing short of a miracle and nothing to take for granted.

My husband with all his faults and flaws is the most generous, kind and passionate lover I have ever known. And I have had my share. But I would trade my share for this one love. I count myself lucky to have found the one person who could fulfill my every desire and do it so well. He is smart, funny and oh-so lavish in his physical love for me. Some might look at my husband and wonder what I see in him, but he is a world-class lover. He’s Italian. Whatta ya gonna do? You can’t fight city hall.

I say all this, not to boast, but to demonstrate. Even with a rich, lavish love life? A love life beyond earthly compare? It cannot come close to my growing addiction to Christ.

If my love life with my husband was compared to the Earth-to-Moon distance (I love you to the moon and back), then my relationship with Christ would be the distance from the Earth to the Sun (Son). I love my husband with everything I have. And I truly believe after 17 years of marriage, he loves me the same way. But it doesn’t even touch how Christ and God feel for me. Not even my relationship with my daughter can come close to how God feels for me.

The Bible compares our relationship to Christ as a marriage and sometimes our relationship to God as parent and child. And those are wonderful examples of how He loves. But I don’t think we can perceive with our small minds how big God’s love is.

I hear people often scoff. (Scofften? LOL) Why would God create the universe, as vast as it is, for just our world? Why would a great God in heaven care about me? Why would God create man and play this simulation of Love?

Quite simply, God is love.

Not that He simply loves, but that He is the Love-being. We are built in His image. He is relationship. We are love as well. Love is not just a word or an act. It is a continuous chosen action, verb, noun, state of mind. Sacrifice.

He built us for love. To have relationship and fellowship with Him. We do life with the intention of being loved. We are born with a burning desire to be seen, to be loved, to be lavished. I see it in my daughter. I see her burning desire to be noticed and praised. But she has never known a day without love. We have heaped praise and love on her head and she still yearns to be known so intimately. She raises her voice, speaking her opinions into existence and wants so much to be heard. I pray that she learns at some point, God is listening. And if we listen back? He will reveal such profound love and understanding. If we can just quiet our minds enough to know, we are being loved so completely. So lavishly. So richly. So permanently.

The question in my mind is this: if God did create the universe and we do not acknowledge him in this, how can he feel loved? Even God wants praise for all that He has given, created, sacrificed. And he deserves it. What has Man ever done to compare with what God has done? Aren’t we born wanting praise?

I have chased all forms of pleasure my entire life. Food, love, sex, comfort, pain-relief. And it does not satisfy. It does not sustain. It does not last. In a moment, the satisfying fullness of achievement is lost in the pulses of light from the universe. No fullness lasts when relying on worldly things. But when I achieve some level of understanding or testament of love, or ability to withstand temptation, or fulfillment of biblical beatitude, it lasts. It is a taste rich with loving. A meal that brings wholeness, fullness.

All of my life’s true happiness and peace has come from obedience. Understanding and accepting those gifts that are set aside just for me. We must embrace what we are given, not envy what we can never have.

Siesta Key

SANDALS SAYING


My family and I took a much needed vacation. We haven’t been anywhere for 7 years. We’ve been sick, poor, bankrupt and moving for the past 7 years. So, it was nice to finally get away for 1 week in our favorite spot-Sarasota, Florida.

Great beaches: Venice, Turtle, Siesta Key. Great food: Phillippi Creek Oyster Bar (try the Seafood Stuffing). Great people. It’s so laid back and fun there. We had a great time. Finding a cheap hotel on spring break was challenging, but we found a great hotel down south in Port Charlotte. A drive, no doubt, but clean and affordable. It doesn’t matter where you stay as long as your in driving distance of Siesta Key Beach. Voted best beach in the USA, that is not an exaggeration. Powdery white sand, clear water and shells to scavenge. Also! the best sunsets the Gulf has to offer. Although, Turtle Beach, just down the key, is Shell Central. We found so many. I stepped on a very large fish scale the first morning we went shell hunting. Totally intact.

Great to be back though. We stopped at Fantastic Caverns on the way home to KC. Here’s all our pics. Plus, some pics of our 2009 getaway. Those are the best sunsets.

bird friend 2.jpgMy bird friend who just had to fly over and get his pic taken. He was so close! 2017
Turtle Beach

bird in flight.jpgBird in flight 2017
Turtle Beach

hermie.jpgMy husband’s hand. Baby hermit crab. My daughter found him in the surf. She thought it was a shell, then he poked his head out! So cute. We put him back to live and swim another day!! You can call him Hermie. 2017
Siesta Key Beach

parasail 2.jpgParasailing (not us!) 2009
Siesta Key Beach

sunset 11.jpgBoat, birds and sunset 2009
Siesta Key Beach

lilli beach.jpgLilli, our daughter (6 years old), on Siesta Key Beach in 2009.

fantastic 10.jpgMy favorite shot. Fantastic Caverns 2017

giants.jpgGiants, Fantastic Caverns 2017

fantastic 1.jpgFantastic Caverns 2017

stage.jpgThe Stage in the Auditorium. Performers used to sing and play in the cave. This was the stage they built so long ago. They wouldn’t let me get up there and perform??! Why not? LOL
Fantastic Caverns 2017

fantastic 6.jpgSoda Straws, Fantastic Caverns 2017

Great vacation, lots of fun times. No speeding tickets, no accidents. Road trip to end all road trips. A few bruised egos along the way, but no permanent damage. Visited many places, saw many things. Had such a great time.

Glad to be back in my own bed though. πŸ˜‰

 

Unfailing

Like the ship on a sea,
My body is Home.
You always have rest
Wherever you roam.

To know true Peace
We must struggle and wrestle.
Our cargo is Honesty
Carried far in a vessel.

Don’t give up, please,
Holding through the night.
Words and wisdom will come.
Keep praying for the light.

Like sun in the morning,
Your smile is Life.
Want is not need.
Sacrifice is a Wife.