If a man says, “I love God,” and hates his brother, he is a liar; for he who doesn’t love his brother whom he has seen, how can he love God whom he has not seen?
–1 John 4:20
Just behind this door resides a noble little fae
Who has an open heart of gold for those who’ve lost their way.
She gathers all her eensy friends;
They know just what to do.
They share their food,
They offer care,
They teach eternal truth,
No questions asked;
No judgments made;
No hoarding of “the loot.”
They know that one can’t pull a strap unless he has a boot.
-Lady G
A simple rhyme from LadyG’s imagination!
Anyway…
Lately, I find myself so disheartened by current events; especially in the U.S.
Seriously! I often wonder if people realize that our children are looking on as adults act like violent and malicious spoiled brats who are singularly focused on what is best for them and theirs.
Everything is…
MINE!
ME!
THEM! They are the problem!
What about US?
What’s our role?
What are we teaching our babies when we behave this way?
What are we teaching ourselves…The world?
We can do better!
Question, do all of the God-fearing folks really believe in and have reverence for God?
Simply put, you can’t love God in heaven while stepping all over your brother on Earth.
I’ve had enough!
And so…
I’ve created my own alternate world where love, kindness and generousity reign.
(Scroll down to listen to LadyG’s audio version of this post)
I’ve always been fascinated by the weather.
As a child, I remember watching my grandfather’s weather vane twirl from one direction to the next.
North, South, East, West…
But, somehow, it always seemed to me as if there was something deeper underlying those shifting winds.
What could it be?
I wondered if the easterly wind carried a portent of mysterious events to come.
If so, would it be something magical?
Odd?
Supernatural?
I had my suspicions, but I wasn’t sure.
So, in an effort to satisfy my curiousity about the wind and other weather related peculiarities, I decided to become an amateur meteorologist!
To that end, I feverishly consumed every book or article about the weather.
Which led me to…
Study cloud formations…
Fashion a bottle, balloon and some straw into a primitive barometer…
Learn the difference between spinning storms in the Northern Hemisphere..
And spinning storms in the Southern Hemisphere…
And spinning storms in the Pacific…
And spinning storms in the Atlantic…
And spinning storms on land…
And spinning storms on water…
You know….CYCLONES and what not.
At any rate, I became obsessed with other relevant phenomenon such as high and low pressure systems.
I was ever conscious of their locations 🙂
How’s that, you ask?
Well, I once read that if you face the direction of the wind, the low pressure system will be on your left side–at least in the Northern Hemisphere.
I’ve never verified that information but it seemed plausible to me 🙂
Oh, and don’t get me started on my passion for weather folklore, history and lies.
I love ’em all!
As a matter of fact, my dream job is to compile and study narratives and pictures from people who have lived through major hurricanes and other weather related events.
So…where does my preoccupation with weather come from?
Well, I can tell you with all certainty that my mother couldn’t have cared less.
Eh….My father might have had a passing interest.
But, honestly, I think that my obsession with weather may have come from the fact that I shuffled onto this mortal coil alongside Hurricane Camille.
Hey…don’t laugh…Mark Twain had his comet and I have my hurricane 🙂
On a serious note, I realize that this storm left many lives lost. That said, I do not in any way celebrate that fact.
However, I do have a certain amount of reverence and awe for mother nature’s powerful manifestations.
And, to this day, I am still captivated by all things atmospheric!
Speaking of which…
I grabbed a few photos of some of the damage cause by tropical storm Irma.
Fortunately, my family fared pretty well.
I say prayers for those who were not so lucky and to those who are busy picking up the pieces.
In the end, this weather watcher has concluded that the Earth reserves the right to remind us of her power.
Ok, I’m fibbing a bit, but I did end up cooking things with no rhyme or reason…all in an attempt to be prepared in case we lose power again….which I suspect we will.
I also made sure to wash up all the clothes and get out the lanterns, candles and flashlights.
For my friends and family in the Caribbean and Florida–in particular– I pray that you are safe.
To my friends and family in Georgia, South Carolina, Alabama and Tennessee, I pray that you are preparing and that you will be safe as well.
God willing and if the creek don’t rise…we’ll ‘see’ each other before too long!
There must be always remaining in every life, some place for the singing of angels, some place for that which in itself is breathless and beautiful.
–Dr. Howard Thurman
Photo taken by LadyG 😘💋💋
***Dr. Howard Thurman was an esteemed educator, theologian and visionary. He closely collaborated with Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. during the Civil Rights Movement.
A beautiful and relevent song from my Beatle, “the quiet one,” George Harrison 💖🇬🇧What a beautiful soul he was 🙂
Give Me Love (Give Me Peace On Earth)
Give me love
Give me love
Give me peace on earth
Give me light
Give me life
Keep me free from birth
Give me hope
Help me cope, with this heavy load
Trying to, touch and reach you with,
heart and soul
OM M M M M M M M M M M M M M
M M M My Lord . . .
PLEASE take hold of my hand, that
I might understand you
Won’t you please
Oh won’t you
Give me love
Give me love
Give me peace on earth
Give me light
Give me life
Keep me free from birth
Give me hope
Help me cope, with this heavy load
Trying to, touch and reach you with,
heart and soul
OM M M M M M M M M M M M M M
M M M My Lord . . .
PLEASE take hold of my hand, that
I might understand you
(Lyrics from Amazon)
Give it a listen quick before the link is snatched! LOL!
Whenever I have time, I like to spend cool mornings outside admiring nature; especially during late summer and fall.
I don’t know, I guess it’s one of the ways in which I count my blessings.
Mornings spent in nature provide the best proof of The Divine!
Ah…but the fireflies in the evening are a sight to see! My Dad told a beautiful story about seeing a magical night-time firefly show while working as a conductor on the railroad.
Sweet brown sugar
Habenero pepper on her lips
Invigorating serene eyes
Dashing wild smile
Intellectual stimulating
Culturally educated
Admiring her heritage
Embracing her history
to build a brilliant future
Desiring your seductive mind
Appreciating the center
Itching to just be beside you
Absorbing your presence
Thoughts of you are magical
