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Coronavirus has its affects where I live also. Toilet paper shelf empty, and the buzz of conversation. Also the sudden fear in the eyes. Sars was a fright, minor to this attack. It is an experience we will all remember. Bowing our heads on its anniversary date. Its apex is near. Which will bring our lives back into routine. I’ve been thankful because evolution has brought us a long way. In 1920, one hundred years ago, the Spanish Flu killed 5% of the population. Which at that time was 5 million people.

It’s Been Awhile

It feels good to be here today.  There is a lot going on out there, and in here.  One hundred people died yesterday with Coronavirus.  That is over 3 people per hour.  With them scurrying for ten thousand more beds, no end in sight; it could be like past outbreaks that have left thousands dead.  Myself, the littles cuts that happen have been over bleeding.  With infection setting in.  Like I’ve never seen before; violent times.  Logically, in this neck of the woods, the world power intent has been at an all time high.  Bound to end one day!

My painting skills are improving.  I’ve changed my focus from Journalist to Artist.  Loving everything I do, and learn.  I’m still full of hope.  Which does tell the story.  Keep warm, eat healthy, and stay active.  These are the keys to good health…

PS:  Soon I will post one of my paintings for you to see!

Autumn

The leaves have started to fall;
  it's ingrained into my mind,
  with thoughts of the beautiful yellows,
  oranges, and reds; then,
  the phantom who say's, "it's all
  created by God!".
The trees around me do not chrysalis into
  these beauties of colour,
  how I miss it's splendour;
  he is laughing:
  how I forget our falls nature... 

The end

Solemn

TBaffled - cartoonhis is quite an experience this morning.  It triggered the response, “find and define how you’re feeling”.  First thought, feeling is different than emotion.  Feeling, so far for me, has been being grounded.  In my reality, in tune with my body, and baffling.  I’ve also learned it takes being free of intoxication, eating healthy, and staying free of romance (mindless seduction).  I realized how solemn I am.  I was able to identify some of my feelings (beside myself, but feeling).  Remarkable how finding a word can bring a consciousness of what I am feeling because of the choices that have structured me into who/what I am!  Putting ourselves back together after trauma or addictions is to break these circles of spectrums that have us tore apart.

Image from Free Image.com

Still

Sept. 8th, 2019 – The enRealityd of the line:  the motion has stopped; they sit waiting.  Unaware of why, but knowing; justice is coming.  Things are kept calm because suicide is their escape…

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Where Lucifer Meets The Prodigal Son

The story of Lucifer,
I had to wonder:
which dimension are these people from?
Next, I met him:
the devil, 
while learning of the Prodigal Son.
There was a mental block 
that kept these two from being brought together:
a loss of cognitive thinking;
it really does matter.
Now, 
the devil's dark depth has manifested;
who's always looked the same;
with another mental block,
another loss of whole being...

by:  Geraldine Therrien

The Bottom

Living at the bottom
is dark, and saddened,
hopeless, and abandoned.
Pain and sorrow are teemed with morbid reflection.
Seemingly, to be all there is.
It's where prayer is a welcomed solution;
a refuge from wreckage.