16 Oct 2017 Detour to Keene

Hello to you, how are you doing? I have been feeling disconnected the past couple of days and it’s probably just the difficulty I am having synchronizing to Kyle working night shift. I really had hoped he wouldn’t get this shift again. He’s the infamous “low man on the totem pole” and one of the youngest people they have there, so he gets night shift.

Yesterday we took advantage of our time together to make a trip to Burleson. We wanted to see if Half Price Books had anything for me and to pick up an inexpensive pair of slip on shoes for Kyle to wear at work. Since we’ve been here, Burleson has become our favorite town. Pretty much everything we ever need is there and we don’t venture much further unless I have an appointment or we absolutely have to! Driving here in our part of the state is one word – awful. Thank you Burleson for being wonderful!

So I dug around in Half Price Books for quite awhile to try and find something to read. I almost bought a book called The Particle Zoo (https://www.amazon.com/Particle-Zoo-Search-Fundamental-Reality/dp/1784298670/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1508160429&sr=8-1&keywords=The+Particle+Zoo)  but decided to put it back.  I may return to get that one at some point. There were several other books that caught my interest, as if often the case when you go into a treasury of a store like this. I ended up with two. A book of children’s poems, “Favorite Poems Old and New” Selected by Helen Ferris and Illustrated by Leonard Wisegard and “Inferno” by Dan Brown.

I had sent Kyle into Academy Sports to find the shoes but all he found was either way too expensive, uncomfortable or a decent price but none in his size. We tried Kohl’s and it was the same story. Ultimately we found what we wanted in the new 5 and Below Store lol. What we have figured out when it comes to buying shoes, it really doesn’t matter where you buy them, they are all the same. They are not made to last. The price for them seems to be driven by the cost of the name of the store selling…or how much they are paying for rent lol! We have paid $60 for shoes that last less than a year and $5 for shoes we are still wearing. Shoes are definitely one of the things in our world made with planned obsolescence. It’s been so long since I’ve had a great pair of shoes!

After standing in line at yet another store that has 5 checkout lanes but only one or two people to run an entire store (comic Sebastian pops in my head, “Has there ever been 5 cashiers at this store?!!), our “public meter” was pinged. We headed home. We seemed to be well on our way until all the sudden break lights happened and the inevitable crawl and lane changing crap people do with their impatience at being obstructed by some sort of inconvenience.

We decided to get off I-35 and take a detour through Keene.

It was a much more scenic and peaceful drive going this way. We enjoyed the more relaxed pace, talking to each other about random things and taking in the fallish looking trees on either side of the road. This is Texas, so we don’t get a real fall. The kind with brilliantly colored leaves and all that – the fall I miss from childhood or from when we lived on the east coast.

It wasn’t until we got into Keene and Kyle mentioned it, that I fully realized what we went through in this town 3 years ago. It was almost a week to the day (19 Oct 2014), my friend Suzan Michelle Mize Sullivan died at the Town Hall Estates (http://www.americanreligious.org/town_hall_estates_keene.html).

As we drove by the building, so many memories flashed through my mind! Kyle and I had never been through something like this – losing our friend the way we did! We both felt so utterly and completely powerless to stop what happened to her! What we experienced of her life and death has become for us a prime example to us of how awful the “system” can be.

It’s not all tears for our friend Suzan, (we called her Michelle) though.

As I look across the street these days, at the house she and Carroll shared, I think she’d be so happy! People she loved so much (her oldest son, his wife and grandkids), gave her entire life for, are living there now and continuing to make the place home. I don’t see her in my minds eye or dreams like I used to. I am hoping this year will be free of any broken glassware or other strange occurrences in our house as the anniversary of her death nears.  I hope she is at peace wherever she decided her heaven was to be!  I will always miss her.

https://saymber.com/2015/10/19/19-oct-2015-the-last-blue-bowl-a-visit-from-a-lost-friend/ – a bit about what I’m referring to with strange happenings when the anniversary of Suzan’s leaving us nears.

Sometimes detours aren’t simply detours…..are you paying attention?  Is the traffic jam and your choice to find a path around it just mere coincidence?  

A sampling of poems from the poetry book:

 

A Book – poem by Emily Dickinson

There is no frigate like a book

To take us lands away,

Nor any coursers like a page

Of prancing poetry.

This traverse may the poorest take

Without oppress of toil;

How frugal is the chariot

That bears a human soul!

 

Fireflies – poem by Carolyn Hall

Little lamps of the dusk,

You fly low and gold

When the summer evening

Start to unfold.

So that all the insects,

Now, before you pass,

Will have light to see by,

Undressing in the grass.

But when the night has flowered,

Little lamps agleam,

You fly over treetops

Following a dream.

Men wonder from their windows

That a firefly goes so far –

They do not know your longing

To be a shooting star.

 

 

 

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15 Oct 2017 My Grandparents, being a Polar Bear (dreams) and The Two Bears (poem by Carolyn Wells)

Hello to you.  How are you this morning?  It’s morning here as I write.  We had rain last night so the pictures I drew yesterday have been lifted up to fly with the gray ships and on the wings of the large swirl of birds that greeted the dogs and I when we went out this morning.

14 Oct 2017 – woman I drew last night before calling it a day. She kind of looks like actress Gillian Anderson to me (X-files)

It’s cooler and feels like fall.  Kyle and I are talking about going to see if Half Price Books can help me with my craving for interesting words telling stories printed on pages and bound…aka a book…you remember what those are right?!  (wink).  Unfortunately, most of the books on my wish list are expensive and not for entertainment, of the non-fictional nature.  I will have to see what happens….see who finds me seeking them in the world of print.

So I have been sleeping really well the past couple of nights and am so grateful.  The cooler weather definitely helps.  With this rest has come almost a non-stop stream of dream.  There were two that stuck with me from last nights travels.

The first one was about being someone, I think my Grandma Schmidt or may be me much older.  Whoever I was talked about  not believing she was 80 years old, she didn’t feel like she was.  She showed me where they lived and it was a dump lol.  A building being held together with strips of white cloth and tape (kind of like how it feels our house is being held together sometimes lol).  I remember walking and talking with a man who looked like my Grandpa Elias Schmidt as a young man.  I remember singing karaoke.  I couldn’t remember all the words but sang really well!

http://hdm.wikia.com/wiki/Iorek_Byrnison
Iorek Byrnison – was a panserbjørn and the king of Svalbard. He was a great friend and comrade to both Lyra Silvertongue and Lee Scoresby.

The other dream was about being part of a polar bear family….actually being a polar bear.  We were traveling on sheets of ice over water and down streams.  A lot of running and sliding!  It was snowy white every where but lots of sun.  It was very liberating to travel this way.  What’s funny is before I drifted off to sleep, I heard a man’s voice say, “remember, I can be anything or anyone.”   Why not a polar bear?!  God is in all creation.

To close…time to get breakfast on and enjoy the remaining time we have before work begins again.  I found this poem and it made me smile, so fanciful, playful and silly!  I really enjoyed it.  I hope you do too.

https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-two-bears/

The Two Bears – Poem by Carolyn Wells

Prince Curlilocks remarked one day
To Princess Dimplecheek,
‘I haven’t had a real good play
For more than ‘most a week.’

Said Princess Dimplecheek, ‘My dear,
Your majesty forgets–
This morning we played grenadier
With grandpa’s epaulets.

‘And yesterday we sailed to Spain–
We both were pirates bold,
And braved the wild and raging main
To seek for hidden gold.’

‘True,’ said the prince; ‘I mind me well–
Right hardily we fought,
And stormed a massive citadel
To gain the prize we sought.

‘But if your ladyship agrees,
Methinks we’ll go upstairs
And build a waste of arctic seas,
And we’ll be polar bears.’

‘Yes, if you’ll promise not to bite,’
Fair Dimplecheek replied,
Already half-way up the flight,
His highness by her side.

‘Princess, on that far window-seat,
Go, sit thee down and wait,
While I ask nursie for a sheet,
Or maybe six or eight.’

A pile of sheets his highness brought.
‘Dear princess, pray take these;
Although our path with danger’s fraught,
We’ll reach the polar seas.’

Two furry rugs his lordship bore,
Two pairs of mittens white;
He threw them on the nursery floor
And shouted with delight.

He spread those sheets–the funny boy–
O’er table, floor, and chair.
‘Princess,’ said he, ‘don’t you enjoy
This frosty, bracing air?

‘These snowy sheets are fields of ice,
This is an iceberg grim.’
‘Yes, dear, I think it’s very nice,’
She said, and smiled at him.

And then they donned the rugs of fur,
The mittens, too, they wore;
And Curlilocks remarked to her,
‘Now you must roar and roar.’

Dimplecheek looked out from the cowl
Formed by her furry rug.
‘I’m ‘fraid of bears that only growl–
I like the kind that hug.’

 

14 Oct 2017 Red Dress (dream and symbolism)

Hello, it’s Saturday morning here.  Had a dream that was so vivid it woke me up.  Once I’m up, it’s often hard to get right back to sleep lol!

So the dream…

I dreamt I was some sort of escort or something and that I saw a client. Sorry, no graphic details, just remember I was in a bathtub of hot water. Afterwards a man, who looked much like a young Malcom McDowell, asked me, “How did it go? You know the red dress? Must have! Once they get to you, they never let you go.” Sitting beside and behind him was a very tired looking David Bowie who kind of looked like he did when he was in the Hunger (John Blaylock – before the aging happened). I woke up hearing the song “Underground” by David Bowie in my head.

Source Internet: David Bowie’s character John Blaylock from the movie The Hunger having trouble getting and staying asleep

David Bowie – Underground

Underground

David Bowie

No one can blame you for walking away But too much rejection, uh-huh No love injection, nothing

Life can be easy It’s not always swell Don’t tell me truth hurts, little girl ‘Cause it hurts like hell

But down in the underground You’ll find someone true Down in the underground A land serene, a crystal moon

A-ha

It’s only forever Not long at all Lost and lonely That’s underground, underground

Daddy, daddy, get me out of here (heard about a place today) Ha, ha, I’m underground (nothing ever hurts again) (Nothing ever hurts again) well, I found a place (Daddy, get me out of here) nothing ever hurts again (Hoping for the underground) down and down and get me out of here (Hoping for the underground) ha, ha, I’m underground (Get me underground) sister, sister, please take me down Ha, ha, I’m underground (gotta get me out of here) Daddy, daddy get me out

No one can blame you for walking away But too much rejection, uh-huh No love injection, nothing

But down in the underground You’ll find someone true Down in the underground A land serene, a crystal moon

A-ha

It’s only It’s only forever It’s not long at all They’re lost and they’re lonely That’s underground, underground

Daddy, daddy get me out Heard about a place today (heard about a place today) Nothing ever hurts again (nothing ever hurts again) Daddy, daddy get me out of here (daddy, get me out of here) Ha, ha, underground (hoping for the underground) Sister, sister, please (hoping for the underground) Ha, ha, I’m underground (get me underground) Daddy, daddy, get me out

Under, under Under, underground Underground Under, underground Under, underground Under, underground Wanna live underground Wanna live underground Daddy, daddy, get me out of here Ha, ha, underground Sister, sister, please take me out of here Ha, ha, I’m underground Ha, ha, I’m underground Ha, ha, underground Daddy, daddy, please Daddy, daddy, please Wanna move underground Wanna move underground Sister, sister, take me too Sister, sister, take me too

Songwriters: DAVID ROBERT JONES

© SPIRIT TWO MUSIC

For non-commercial use only.

Data from: LyricFind

Now when I was examining this vivid dream, I thought the red dress symbolized being alive, having your skin. When I did a search on the symbolism of the red dress….well it got weird. I know the lady in the red dress was used as a symbol of distraction in the movie The Matrix, I’ve referenced it here before. Apparently there is a theory regarding the infamous Illuminati, New World Order, even the Whore of Babylon and this lady in the red dress!

Source Internet – Lady in the Red Dress distracting Neo in the Matrix

I am thinking this might have been triggered, the last waking key to unlock this dream, was ironically something I recently watching for a couple episodes of The Living and The Dead BBC show. In episode 4, we are introduced to school teacher, Martha Enderby. The episode opens to her being a woman in a red dress, lost in the woods looking for her friend Alice. What came to my mind, was this was symbolic to the story of Alice in Wonderland for some reason. Alice, instead of being a the girl in the story of Alice in Wonderland, was more like the White Rabbit.

Source: Internet
This is opening scene of episode 4, The Living the Dead, Martha Enderby.

It wouldn’t surprise me if some of the conjecture, rumors and even conspiracy theories about the red dress and it’s symbolic meaning in Hollywood might be somewhat true. It certainly does seem, from what I’ve seen through the years, you literally have to sell your soul for your big screen and or recorded immortality. This is a link and an excerpt from one of the more tame posts I found about the subject if your curious.

https://thetalkingpot.wordpress.com/2013/08/19/symbolism-of-the-woman-in-red/

Symbolism of the Woman in Red

Posted on August 19, 2013 by angelishka

(excerpt)

‘The woman in red’ is merely the symbolism; an occult symbolism used by the entertainment industry and the media. The woman in red means something different for each person. It could be a drug, an addiction, a dream, money, desire for something forbidden… some sort of worldly trap that can be placed in front of you, designed to derail you from the path of righteousness.

Is the “Whore of Babylon” symbolic for Hollywood and other things of the highly distracting nature in our world? I wonder!  Right now, if this is true, that old whore Hollywood is getting quite an upturning! 

https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Revelation+17&version=NIV

Revelation 17New International Version (NIV)

Babylon, the Prostitute on the Beast

17 One of the seven angels who had the seven bowls came and said to me, “Come, I will show you the punishment of the great prostitute, who sits by many waters. 2 With her the kings of the earth committed adultery, and the inhabitants of the earth were intoxicated with the wine of her adulteries.”

3 Then the angel carried me away in the Spirit into a wilderness. There I saw a woman sitting on a scarlet beast that was covered with blasphemous names and had seven heads and ten horns. 4 The woman was dressed in purple and scarlet, and was glittering with gold, precious stones and pearls. She held a golden cup in her hand, filled with abominable things and the filth of her adulteries. 5 The name written on her forehead was a mystery:

babylon the great

the mother of prostitutes

and of the abominations of the earth.

6 I saw that the woman was drunk with the blood of God’s holy people, the blood of those who bore testimony to Jesus.

When I saw her, I was greatly astonished. 7 Then the angel said to me: “Why are you astonished? I will explain to you the mystery of the woman and of the beast she rides, which has the seven heads and ten horns. 8 The beast, which you saw, once was, now is not, and yet will come up out of the Abyss and go to its destruction. The inhabitants of the earth whose names have not been written in the book of life from the creation of the world will be astonished when they see the beast, because it once was, now is not, and yet will come.

9 “This calls for a mind with wisdom. The seven heads are seven hills on which the woman sits. 10 They are also seven kings. Five have fallen, one is, the other has not yet come; but when he does come, he must remain for only a little while. 11 The beast who once was, and now is not, is an eighth king. He belongs to the seven and is going to his destruction.

12 “The ten horns you saw are ten kings who have not yet received a kingdom, but who for one hour will receive authority as kings along with the beast. 13 They have one purpose and will give their power and authority to the beast. 14 They will wage war against the Lamb, but the Lamb will triumph over them because he is Lord of lords and King of kings—and with him will be his called, chosen and faithful followers.”

15 Then the angel said to me, “The waters you saw, where the prostitute sits, are peoples, multitudes, nations and languages. 16 The beast and the ten horns you saw will hate the prostitute. They will bring her to ruin and leave her naked; they will eat her flesh and burn her with fire. 17 For God has put it into their hearts to accomplish his purpose by agreeing to hand over to the beast their royal authority, until God’s words are fulfilled. 18 The woman you saw is the great city that rules over the kings of the earth.”

New International Version (NIV)

Holy Bible, New International Version®, NIV® Copyright ©1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 by Biblica, Inc.® Used by permission. All rights reserved worldwide.

I recently bought the song Hearts Filthy Lesson from the Outside album by David Bowie……yep…been speaking to me. 

 

 

12 Oct 2017 Remember why you are here (today’s drawings and message)

Hello to you.  Just a quick note with the chalk drawings I did out back today.  The weather is still very nice here.  My thoughts are with the folks in California and any corner of this globe needing help…some glimmer of hope today.   Lots of folks are having hard times.   I hope you are doing your best to shine your light wherever you can.  Keep your lamplights burning!

*the featured drawing is based on a dream I had once about flying around a huge tree with two other men.  Then we were standing on a geometric shaped building made of glass and I left the other two by flying away.

6 Oct 2017 Chalk drawings today and sleep (the effect of smartphones and even sleep trackers)

I hope this finds you well and that you have a wonderful RESTFUL weekend!

3 Oct 2017 It was a freaky Monday

Hello to you.  It’s 5:20 am on Tuesday morning as I start to write to you.  We found out musician Tom Petty is dead….RIP Tom!

http://www.npr.org/sections/thetwo-way/2017/10/03/555157788/rock-star-tom-petty-dead-at-66 (excerpt)

“Rock star Tom Petty has died, his manager Tony Dimitriades announced Monday. He was found in critical condition at his home in Malibu, Calif., Sunday night after suffering full cardiac arrest, as first reported by the website TMZ. Petty was taken to UCLA Santa Monica Hospital, where he died on Monday at 11:40 p.m. ET. Petty was a widely lauded songwriter, singer, multi-instrumentalist and record producer. He was 66 years old.”

Yesterday was like one of the weirdest and most horrible days ever.  It started out with Kyle trying to fix his wedding band on my ring sizer and snapping it in half.  Then in a case of creepy foreshadowing to the shooting in Vegas,  the singer Marilyn Manson was attacked by two gun props on stage and hurt bad enough he had to cancel some shows.  Then we found out about the shooting in Vegas.  Then later in the evening I was going to check our mail and I heard this popping and cracking noise like fireworks behind me.  I turned around and was pissed at first that people would be lighting off fireworks and then as Kyle drove into the driveway, our neighbors tree decided to just drop about half of itself on their front lawn!  ZOMG!!!  WTF?!!!

https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/arts-and-entertainment/wp/2017/10/01/marilyn-manson-tour-on-hold-after-giant-gun-prop-topples-on-him-during-show/?utm_term=.bd39c821074b (excerpt, actual article has video clip of what happened)

Marilyn Manson tour on hold after giant gun prop topples on him during show

Numerous videos taken by audience members showed the prop falling on the shock rocker as he was performing “Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This),” his cover of the Eurythmics’ 1983 hit, partway through his concert at the historic Manhattan music venue.

As Manson finished a verse, he appeared to turn to face a tall scaffolding — with two oversize props shaped like guns attached to it — at the back of the stage. Soon, the entire structure began tipping over onto Manson, who tried to shield himself with his right hand.

Source internet: Prop at Marilyn Manson concert that fell on him

Understandably, with all this crazy going on I didn’t sleep very well again.  I think our boy Link was trying to gas me in my sleep  as I kept smelling shit…his nickname is “Stinky Linky” and he sure lives up to it by goodness!  Anyhew….the snippet of a dream I remember was very strange.  I was with a man who took a knife and shattered a diamond into thousands of pieces that fell all over the floor.  I exclaimed to him, “You ruined my diamond!” then I got on the floor like when I’m doing beadwork and a bead gets away from me, and  tried to pick up all of the pieces but some were too small.  Just before the dream ended I caught a glimpse of a man holding his hand over a covered drink on a table.   Not sure what the symbolism is for this one!  May be this is my mind working through my thoughts about God being in the pixils…..the tiny pieces that make everything solid in our reality?  Hard to say.   Yesterday was just messed up on so many levels for me.

There is more information, but not much coming forth about the Las Vegas shooting.  Sadly and predictably,  our government is going to do what it has done every other time a shooting like this has happened, especially a GOP run one, they aren’t going to do shit.  The NRA and gun lobby is just that powerful I guess?!  Or is it just a case of saying “fuck it!!!”  I agree there are no easy answers with a country literally awash with guns and the blood of innocent people they are being used on.  At least make modifications like were made to some of Mr. Paddock’s guns (bump stocks in particular) completely illegal:

http://www.newser.com/story/249492/police-las-vegas-shooter-had-42-guns-in-hotel-home.html

(Newser) – Police investigating America’s deadliest mass shooting say they have found a total of 42 guns belonging to Las Vegas gunman Stephen Paddock—19 in his Mesquite, Nev., home, and 23 in the Mandalay Bay Hotel and Casino hotel room that he fired into a concert crowd from, killing at least 59 people. Law enforcement officials say they found multiple loaded high-capacity magazines in the hotel room, suggesting the death toll could have been even higher if police had arrived later, ABC reports. His arsenal included high-powered rifles capable of penetrating police armor, officials say. More:

  • Bump-stocks. Officials tell the AP that Paddock had two “bump-stock” devices capable of converting semi-automatic weapons into fully automatic firearms. Weapons expert Massad Ayoob tells the Guardian that the devices are legal but serious shooters tend to avoid them because they reduce accuracy. But that would not have been a problem for Paddock, who was “hosing a two-acre area with 30,000 targets,” Ayoob says.
  • Ammonium nitrate. Police, who have been searching a Reno property belonging to Paddock as well as his hotel room, vehicle, and Mesquite home, say they found several pounds of the bomb-making ingredient ammonium nitrate in his car, NPR reports.
  • Rifles on tripods. Federal law enforcement sources tell the New York Times that the weapons found in Paddock’s hotel room included two rifles with scopes set up on tripods in front of two windows. One official says his arsenal included AR-15-style assault rifles.
  • Legal machine guns. Wired looks at the different ways in which Paddock could have achieved such a deadly rate of fire, They include bump-stock or “gat crank” devices, illegal modifications to turn semi-automatic weapons into automatic ones—or buying one of the hundreds of thousands of machine guns that were made before the 1986 ban on such weapons and are owned by civilians in the US. The right to own those weapons was “grandfathered in.”
  • Background checks. Two Nevada gun shops have confirmed to NBC that they sold Paddock guns in the last year. They say he passed the necessary background checks and staff would not have sold him the guns if any “red flags” had been raised. “We’re very sad about the news of this tragedy. We’re in the business of selling firearms legally and took all precautions on this sale, as we do with all sales,” says David Familgetti of the New Frontier Armory in North Las Vegas.

(Neighbors say Paddock seemed normal, apart from his gambling.)

I will leave you with a couple of poems I wrote many years ago that seem resonant in our current times.  I’ve noticed several hits on this drawing I did back in July of 2005.  I was drawing A battle between the positive and negative forces in our world and the other side and all of it setting our nation’s capital on fire.  Pretty accurate of what is going on right now.  The chess game between “heaven” and “hell” and we are all, even the ones who think they are running things, just pawns on the board of life.

 

Pawns – Jackie Wygant 11 Sept 2008

The chess board rotates on a tilted table

The pieces not just black or white

The chessboard as old as Cain and Abel

Every living thing in it’s place

Every living thing in due time

Moved to another space

The players play with hands shielded from view

Everyday a new play

A grand perception, distraction each day anew

Nothing by chance

Carefully strategized by the powers unknown

The pawns dance

21 May 2017 123 pm Jackie Wygant outdoor chalk drawing The Messenger with one blue one green and one gold blue and green eye Alvarado TX 3

Time for Reflection by Jackie Wygant 30 Sept 2008

The leaves have started to fall down

The king and queen dissatisfied in their kingdom

Have started to lose their crown

Their room of treasures has grown wearisome and bleak

How much they have taken in their spoils

From the downtrodden and the weak

So in the darkness, in a castle made of sand

They realize now is a time for reflection

A time to live a life may be not so superfluous and grand

Time to dust off the playthings of the past

Not gold, silver and the coin

These things disappear into time and do not last

The old kingdom blows away, a seemingly whirlwind of dust

The crowns and jewels

Tarnish and rust

In the fields and meadows green and filled with song

All is forgotten

The king and queen soon have no recalling

Of what went wrong……


29 Sept 2017 Maria (heroine in Puerto Rico nursing home), Bugs scent tracking me in my dreams and Painted Rocks of Kindness

Hello there….how are you doing in your time and place as you visit me here? I hope you are well. I honestly don’t know how I’m doing these days but trying to get back to a hostility-free heart center! It’s hard for me these days! I am comforted to see some of my recent, very loud, prayers kind of being answered. For example, I mean kind of answered by seeing reports that our government is actually more aggressively trying to help Puerto Rico.  Unfortunately,  the stuff is just sitting on the tarmac in containers and not getting to those in need now! Hopefully the General our President has sent to deal with it can get some stuff moving.  This story from ABC News was beautiful and brought tears to my eyes.  It was of nursing home worker Maria doing everything she can to take care of people in her care after the storm, ironically bearing her name:

Nursing home worker not giving up on her patients :

So apparently my recent and on-going battle with the ants trying to take over our house has seeped into my sub-conscious…dreams.  Yeah, the diametrious earth project didn’t work as well as we hoped after all!  Doesn’t seem to work on ants as well as other insects it seems.  I’m about to give up chalking on the patio because of ants and mosquitos biting me! I have to wonder, is this God’s answer to my prayer about what to do with my art?! May be the God of my understanding has a fucked up sense of humor too!

Yesterday we had the blessing of rain.  I had to wait for the patio to dry out before I could go out and draw. Well when I did, the ants just started coming for the house again. I saw a bunch of them even start gathering behind me when I wasn’t looking! When they attacked the laundry basket, they primarily went after my clothes. Am I being scent tracked by these bastards lol?! Is it the Lithium or something else? Do we have an ant version of the movie Mimic in the process ?! ZOMG! I don’t wanna be an ant queen lol!

Mimic: The Director’s Cut – Trailer

Anyhew….I had a couple pretty vivid and creepy dreams about this!

The first dream started out pleasant. I was in some beautiful nature spot with my Mom Dianne. From what I remember we were on a beach with white sand. All the sudden we heard explosion sounds and saw white plumes of smoke in the sky. The second time, when we looked in the clear blue sky, the smoke was in the shape of the fruit of life and then there was dust blowing in our eyes.  (the other day I broke apart the fruit of life I had made with dirt balls and kicked it into the yard in anger….hmmmm…almost forgot I did that but apparently my subconscious didn’t!)

30 Aug 2017 Jackie Wygant Fruit of Life from grass mud and water Alvarado TX

There was a brief dream about worm and or larvae type creatures with mouths a lot like creatures you might see in an Aliens movie chasing me! Gross! (this is from me going to empty our bio waste bucket and finding two small larval worms in it!)

The one I remember the most, just before waking, was of going into a Veterinary type clinic. There was an aquarium with two cats floating in it, alive, getting some sort of wierd treatment. Then I was talking to a man at this place and for some reason I had brought one of my pillowcases with me and it was laying on the counter. All the sudden these bugs started going into the pillowcase and when I tried to shake them out, it got swarmed by a bunch more! I threw the pillowcase on the floor in fear and when I did, a bunch of all sorts of insects started to attack the pillowcase. I took off running outside. I was able to put my flying/floating dream skills to work and floated off of the ground….afraid to touch anything for fear of more attacks like with the pillowcase. People in cars were looking at me in shock as I floated above the ground past them.  (This is obviously from the laundry basket invasion experience!  I’ve had other waking experience with insects swarming the house since we’ve been here and when I was growing up in South Dakota.  One day we had an invasion of army caterpillars that took over the yard and started climbing all over our house!)

12 Sept 2017 – to include the side of the house and the ants found the small gap where we missed with the baking soda

1 Oct 2016 – this is a walnut caterpillar and the reason I have black poop pellets all over, a stripped and very sick pecan tree

Changing gears……Sorry about that, but blogging is part of my therapy, remember that! Read with caution lol! 

My friend and pen pal Lesley wrote to us yesterday….thank you so much! Her letters and those I get from my Mom are so precious to me for many reasons. A reason that occurred to me most recently is the knowing that after Les and my Mom are no longer here on this earth, I probably won’t get “real” letters anymore! Sad but true in our current times!

So in this letter, Les included a newspaper story about a new craze that is going on that I didn’t know about. As an act of random kindness, people painting rocks and hiding them in plain sight for others to find – kind of like the letters only more resilient of course.

The ironic thing about this suggestion? Is other people have also suggested I do this sort of thing through the years! They have encouraged me to put my art on rocks but I haven’t done it for several reasons. Financial reasons, my intimidation of paints and not having the rocks and supplies. I’m going to have to give this some more thought….there are few coincidences in such things!

Source: Internet – this is definitely what I want to see every morning when I wake up. We have a long way to go, but I can at least try to work on peace in myself and in my own home…the places I walk in my little circle of this world.

http://www.mysanantonio.com/news/local/communities/northeast/article/Painted-rocks-fad-meant-to-bring-happiness-12207358.php

In the mid-’70s, Americans bought into the pet rock fad, which disappeared about as quickly as it arrived.

A different kind of rock is creating a buzz, and hundreds of Metrocom residents are part of a new rock craze: painting rocks and leaving them in various public places.

Nearly 700 members of the Rocks-Cibolo, Schertz, UC, Marion, LO Texas Facebook group paint designs on the rocks and then place them out in public for others to find. The painted rocks range in designs from a simple red circle to sports team logos and popular movie themes. Rainbows, flowers and more intricate designs have also been used.

Leslie White and her son Toby, 6, were at the Schertz Public Library late last month, hiding a handful of rocks she had recently painted. While placing their rocks in various spots in the library courtyard, Toby found one that someone else had left, making the day a special outing for them.

White said she’s relatively new to the art form, having painted about a dozen since getting involved this summer.

“I paint anything that looks beautiful. I love color, so whatever makes me smile is what I think someone else would like,” said White, who started painting rocks after joining a community Rock page on Facebook.

“It’s a stress reliever,” she said. “It gives families something to do. It’s getting people moving, spending time painting rocks with their families.

“There’s so much negativity and hate going on right now, and it may seem like just a ‘stupid rock’ to some people. But maybe someone had a bad day and they go pick up this rock and … it brightens their day. It puts a smile on someone’s face.”

White and her son have designed and hidden almost a dozen rocks, which she said take anywhere from an hour to two hours to design and paint.

“On the rock group (Facebook page), we actually give hints to where we post,” she said. “We put clues. I usually take a close-up of where it’s at, and Toby likes to pose next to the rock. It’s a lot of fun for the kids.”

White said they share the excitement when someone posts a photo on the page of a rock they painted and hid, although most rocks are placed in plain sight, so they can be found and hidden again.

“Yes, we do get excited when someone finds a rock we painted. And I will post, ‘Hey, that was one I painted,’” White said, laughing.

jflinn@express-news.net

http://thekindnessrocksproject.com/home

What is The Kindness Rocks Project….

Goal #1: Inspire others through randomly placed rocks along the way…

Goal #2: Recruit every person who stumbles upon it to join in the pursuit of inspiring others through random acts of kindness

13 Sept 2017 Pot of gold (dream), Poem by Paula Glynn and 1,000 year old Viking Sword find

Hello to you. It’s 7:17 am as I start to write to you on this Wednesday morning….both Kyle and I are surprised at how quickly this week has flown by! ZOOM! I’m happy to report Link made it through the whole night without problems! Yay!! The antibiotic made him very sleepy but no other noticeable problems. We have also discovered, after way too many cans, May doesn’t seem to like fish lol! It might just be that she is sick of eating it. We bought a batch of turkey, chicken and beef and she’s been eating most if not all of everything we give her. Those who have had or still do have elderly cats probably can relate to what we are going through with keeping her from becoming a moving clump of fur with vocal chords!

Had an interesting dream before waking this morning. It was about a huge pot of gold and people making wishes that only magic and a pot of gold could grant.

We were in this dungeon like atmosphere, like last scenes of Zoolander 2, and instead of everyone anticipating the sacrifice of a “son of Steve” for eternal youth, there was a huge pot of gold. Everyone was talking about what they wanted physically altered about themselves to this pot of gold to include Kyle. Then one of the people did magic and forced a whole bunch of gold at the pot and it exploded and was destroyed. Then I spoke up, as if confessing a sin, “I will be honest I want to be skinny again and all my wrinkles gone but at what cost? What do I have to give up to make this happen?” Then I woke up.

12 Sept 2017 – this doesn’t translate well to the computer but I hope you can see the message.

This dream was unlocked, I believe, by watching Zoolander 2 recently, seeing something on Facebook yesterday about pots of gold and the focus I’ve had lately in my thoughts and art about my inner child. I found this poem this morning that I thought was beautiful about finding the most valuable pot of gold you can find, the best parts of yourself….your heart and soul. 

Source Internet – loved this!

https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/finding-my-pot-of-gold/

Finding My Pot Of Gold – Poem by Paula Glynn

This heart is filled with love, I find joy in ordinary things, Like drinking a cup of tea, Riding the bus, watching TV, And I’m starting to realize it isn’t just me, Rainbows are popping up all over the globe, Hues of color like a universal glow, And hands are reaching across the seas, The land – even the mountains – To find greatness in beauty, No one should be born to suffer, No one stands alone, For people are finding their own pots of gold, Where no heart is desolate or cold, And I reach for my friends, Knowing this life will be remembered forever, Like a show on the silver screen, For life should be a happy dream, Not a nightmare of deceit, And I share my wealth with my neighbors, Even those from Africa and Shanghai, And there is no bruise to nurse, For this heart has healed, And my paradise no one shall steal, For I have discovered my pot of gold, All the colors of the rainbow shining bright, In a blue, blue sky.

Paula Glynn

For those interested in archeology and finding treasure there is more news this morning – what an interesting find! There are so many possible scenarios that could be behind this sword! Almost made me think of King Arthur and Excalibur or the violin in Red Violin.  It seems like there has been a boom in discoveries from Egypt too! (http://www.foxnews.com/science/2017/09/09/3500-year-old-tomb-discovered-in-egypt.html)

Einar (47) var på reinjakt da han plutselig fant et tusen år gammelt vikingsverd

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“This vikingsword is almost one meter long, and it’s over 1000 years old.” “The sword was found by Einar Åmbakk in Reinheimen in Oppland, Norway.” “He found it while hunting reindeer in hard terrain that he suddenly saw the sword.” “I would never have thought that it was a vikingsword. It’s so amazing that it’s in such good shape – Åmbakk tells Dagbladet.” “Archaeologist Espen Finstad never had a doubt that the sword came from the historic vikings: We’re 100% sure. This is a known type of sword from around the year 900 BC, says Finstad to Dagbladet.” Dagbladet is one of the biggest newspapers here in Norway.

https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/other/1000-year-old-viking-sword-discovered-in-norwegian-mountains/ar-AArPbsc?OCID=ansmsnnews11

A reindeer hunter in the mountains of southern Norway stumbled upon a Viking sword that has survived exposure to the elements for more than 1,000 years.

Einar Åmbakk found the sword because half of its blade was sticking up between stones, according to the council of Oppland County, where the hunter made his discovery. “He had seen the blade and pulled it out,” Lars Pilø, an archaeologist for the Oppland County Council, said in a post on the county’s website for its Glacier Archaeology Program, called Secrets of the Ice. “Only then did he understand that he had found a sword.”

Officials have dated the sword to between 850 AD and 950 AD.

After Åmbakk reported his find, the archaeologists and others returned to the exact location with the help of geographical information stored in photos the hunter had taken of himself holding the sword. They swept the area with a metal detector but did not find any other artifacts at the site, which is more than 5,000 feet above sea level and covered in loose stones, known as scree. According to Pilø, the sword might have come from a lost Viking who died in the mountains.

A sword found in the mountains of Norway belonged to a Viking who died more than 1,000 years ago.Photo: Espen Finstad, Secrets of the Ice/Oppland County Council

“The rough scree-covered find spot is not a place where one would walk if traveling through the area, as there is much better terrain for walking not far away,” the archaeologist noted. “This could suggest that the person who left behind the sword was lost, maybe in a snow blizzard. It seems likely that the sword belonged to a Viking who died on the mountain, perhaps from exposure. However, if that is indeed the case, was he traveling in the high mountains with only his sword? It is a bit of a mystery.”

He mentioned the possibility that the Viking died in a different location from where he dropped his sword. If he perished in an icy area, his remains might be preserved. “As it is now, his remains are long gone, and only the sword bears witness to the drama that happened here more than 1,000 years ago.”

The sword could have survived so long because in this mountainous area of Oppland County — which includes the ski town Lillehammer — it would have been covered with snow for most of the year.

The dry conditions and the high-quality iron used to make the sword would have contributed to its longevity.

Fox News reported that the find was made in the Lesja area.

“To my knowledge, a Viking sword has never been found at such a high altitude before,” Pilø told that publication.

According to the archaeologist, iron arrowheads have been found in the mountains in similarly good condition in the past, some of them dating back ever further than the sword.

“It is well preserved without any kind of scratches and bending,” Pilø wrote on the county website about the new find. “Most likely is was still in its original position or had slid somewhat down between the stones.”

One thing that did not survive was its grip at the hilt. The archaeologist said there was probably bone, wood or leather that is now gone.

Although most people associate Viking warriors with the male sex, it’s possible this sword belonged to a woman. A genetic analysis recently proved that the bones found in the late 1800s in the grave of a Viking warrior belonged to a female, despite the fact that experts had assumed she was a man for more than 100 years.

 

9 Sept 2017 Nothing Gold Can Stay – Robert Frost

20 July 2017 Link Wygant Alvarado TX

Good morning to you.  It’s 10:09 am on this Saturday as I write to you.  Last night was rough.  Link decided he wanted to eat the apple skins I had put out for the insects and has been having a lot of bowel troubles!  I was up with him most of the night trying to help him get through it.  He seems better this morning!  He is such a little foodie lol!  Learning curve for me and probably not for him lol.  As is the case with most dogs, he won’t remember why he wasn’t feeling well.  I did have some dreams.  Had yet another one with David Bowie in it!  Guess my conscious and subconscious are still trying to reconcile his passing.

I saw this silly video the other day, didn’t know it existed!  I was pleasantly surprised to find one of the stars is from one of my all-time favorite vampire movie comedies What We Do In the Shadows, Jemaine Clement!

Source Internet – Jemaine Clement stars in this goofy film! One of our absolute favorites.

I was craving poetry this morning and found this gem from Robert Frost.  A beautiful way to say that nothing lasts forever.  As I am witnessing and experiencing such dramatic history as these times, this little poem gives me hope.  Just as beauty and “good things” fade away, so do the ugly and the negative.  Time becomes the ditch digger to all unpleasantries!   At some point down the road of time, we will stand together and look back in amazement at these shared snippets of history and exclaim “how did we get through all that?!”  Much love and hugs to you today!

8 Sept 2012 Jackie Drawing – Hope emerges (I used adobe paint to add light in her chest)

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.

*PS – Happy Birthday to Phenny and Happy 50th Anniversary to Sally and her husband!