I want to move out closer to the church, further from Humble. I want to work hard at this job because I believe that this was a good move. I want to rent an apartment above someone's garage, tithe my talent to the Lord, and then go home, write about it, and start having that two way radio conversation that me and Our Lord had back in two-thousand and seven; picked fresh from the tree, and enough for canning.
Hot Moms
Broken Bells
Oil
It drives me crazy whenever people have objections to oil brands. Not because I think they are wrong in their objection to a product, but because the reality is that they are only sold on a brand; the average consumer rarely does any legitimate research on the scientific evidence of whether or not a petroleum product is good for their vehicle.
"Louisiana" or "Acadiana; it was washed away"
I've seen so many people while I've been here over the past day. It was my original plan to leave late last night, but after waking up at 6:30 pm on Sunday, only to drive to Louisiana, and spend the entire dark morning hours with my Grandmother; followed by a complete day of visiting everyone I could possibly could here--I was done for come time night fall on Monday.
I was wondering how long it would take before this new perspective of forgiveness and grace for the Cajun Country would stretch to before the fine--yet strong--threads would begin to pop under the tension.
This was the place where the music of "Capaign One;" and "Aquarian Floods" began; This was my home.
Oil and Water
Some six years ago I questioned the parallels between oil and water; it seems these things are coming to fruition.
My Kia Optima
This is a commercial I wrote for tomorrow's Friday Morning Networking group.
Wrapping for Acadiana
So I've begun prepping my work for Louisiana; I'll be bring many copies of "Campaign One; " with me. I have a lot if thoughts in my head about it, and how my tour of the Acadian Coast should play out, but I'm sure it will be great--however it happens.
I'm packaging my circles in an issue of Mike Kelly's Kingwood Monthly--or as it was known at the time, "This is Kingwood"; I believe it is most appropriate because I was given the opportunity to write an article about Lynn Beckwith, That Car Lady. It was a fun experience.
I will be bring a piece of the Lake Houston Area with me by wrapping them this way. As one could tell, the ad for Shank Wealth Management will clothe my discs beautifully with the same kindness that is offered by their great staff--one of which I have come to know well: Tammy Nigro.
I'll also have digital copies of Aquarian Floods available for sale; conveniently enough, they will stay on my key ring because of the flash drive given to me by my friend Devan Cooper Jackson at CenturyLink in Kingwood.
I'll have more details soon on how to get copies of Campaign One; and Aquarian Floods in Acadian in the next few days!
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It's a lot of fun
Ode to Saturn
Always Late
As long as I can remember, I have never been able to wake up on time. Whenever I was in high school, I missed many day because by the time I woke up thirty minutes late I was too depressed to carry on with the rest of the day. This is also the reason why I opted into the GED program; I missed too much school.
Fool
I'd be a fool to go thirsty in a flood like this.
Lunch Hour @ The Porch
I've come to love my lunch hour on my porch a lot.
I'm finding that sleep is hard to come by when on vyvance, but I'm hoping that it levels out to the point that I'm able to put myself to sleep with no issue; even before the medicine, however, I had this problem. I'm not interested in being medicated any further than I am right now
I'm planning for--that a year from now that I'm at a good enough place with myself, my spirit, my mind, and with Jesus.
Jesus Loves You;
It can be quite a trite saying, but still remains all the more true. He is a good God who pull the strings of my heart, and fills the cup of my soul. Despite my sinful nature, he loves me all the same.
He has begun to tare away at the stone and ice sheets.
Vyvance and The Morning After
Man... This stuff kept me awake all night. Not to mention that this is one of those drugs that can easily be abused.
We'll have to see how this plays out.
Victoria Beckham
This is a picture of fashion designer Victoria Beckham, as she appeared along side her business partners from the late 90's for what now seems like could have been the last time. It's not as much sad for me as these types of things were in the past. I believe that Victoria Beckham has risen above the rankings of a late 90's pop phenomenon, and into the world of the designer or--perhaps better said--the artist.
Her pieces have a theme that runs through them; at first one can see something slightly masculine [at least for such a beautiful woman to create]; then the fragrance of herbs from another world [a proud Brit she is]; and then the subtle touches of indescribable details that weave themselves together to demonstrate quality in the art as a sold good. Those details are what makes her brand unique.
The product is priced in four digits. It's as if one were to go to an art galleries open house and purchasing a blouse on display for the dinner party that would follow. I wouldn't say that I'm an absolute fan of her work, but I am a fan of her determination to express herself through design and fashion. I believe that the fashion designer differs from that of a painter or a musician because the medium is the "perception of yourself by another" ----?-----if that makes any since at all...
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Tomorrow my CD is slated for delivery.
A thought occurred that it could deliver me.
But not by the trappings of what could follow,
But the confidence that will ensue.
Cymbalta & a Renewed Subscription
One thing that love about coming to Dr. LaGrone's office is how beautiful it is inside of here. It really distracts me from the fact that I'm actually here to keep from going crazy. A lot of times when I refer to my depression as "crazy" people tend to retract, and sanitize the circumstances.
No---please let us not fool ourselves.
I've been very comforted by my technologies lately. The blue-tv-screen-light, and the light ticking of a hard drive from the late aughts. I've always kept a handheld device with me, even whenever it was just a Gameboy Color. It's nice to reach out to the digital age through my thumbs.
It brings to mind: robots would make good pets; but the truth is that robots are good pets, they are just not as complex or interactive as some might think they should be in order to be deemed Robots.
Becky is in town today; I'm excited that she gets to be here for whenever I get my record. I'm further excited about being able to share the disc with the people that I love the most first--before the campaign actually begins.
Great things are in store;
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I can see what you're doing, I'm glowing, You're moving, I'm being reeled in. It seems you did feel me, Whenever I tugged the line. What is to follow? "Requesting Permission to Land"
Posh Spice
It's really funny I think; Posh Spice was probably the least influential of the Spice Girls during their success in the late 90's, but once the Spice Girls fell off the charts, she was the one to have the most success as an individual. I think it's sad that she's retired from her role as a Spice Girl. It really seems like a sore subject whenever I hear about it in the media. Maybe one day she'll return to Spice Up Our Lives... but in the mean time, I choose to remember her like this.
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Number Two
It's always nice to see H.A.L. whenever he stops by;
He helps with these tests.
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The Maid & Forgiveness
I spoke with my grandmother today;
As a child I loved her.
As a teenager I became skeptical of her.
As an adult I'd grown to hate her.
Tonight as I spoke to my 80-something year old grandmother I was skeptical that she would still be in her mind long enough for me to tell her that I was sorry for the bitterness and resentment I had for her. I believe that skepticism was enough faith for me to go forward with my amends; it is quite a twist of fate.
"But, what is there to make amends for?" Of that i won't speak of; for because of it I have been tangled up on the inside for as long as I could remember.
"But, what are you sorry about, baby?" is what she said to me after I told her why I was calling. As this is not the first time that I've had a conversation like this with her, I wasn't hearing anything that I'd never heard before; however, this time I wasn't offended by her sweet ignorance.
I've come to realize that she really doesn't know why I would have any resentments towards her; she truly doesn't understand, and that it is not my place to make her realize that. The only thing I have to offer is my forgiveness, and then I can move on to the task of untangling the mess.
"I only tried to raise you up right, and you could become a good man: a God fearing man." she said to me in a typical Liberty County drawl that--since my return to the church in Patton Village--I've come to love. "And I think you turned out all right."
The Lord is a good God, and he's doing things that I never thought were possible. Also things that I would have never expected in times like these.
Tights & Ter-relle
Back in Louisiana, I grew up knowing myself in two names: tare-roll & ter-relle.
I wonder if the mispronunciation of my name over the corse of my life time has contributed to my inability to remember another person's name. Or, could it be that I just don't pay attention enough; that I'm not exactly "all-in" the communications process.
I'm wearing tights; I like them.
The revival went very well, I must say. I found myself lifting my hands, reaching for the fire that Jaime said she could feel whenever she was worshiping. The Parkinson Family has a real gift of inviting The Dove into the room.
I believe I felt The Dove there as it danced above the congregation: floating as if it were a wispy mist; or a fog that gathered in the early dawn of St. Mary Parrish, as it waits for the Sun's queue to fall.
fall it did
In the most casual of ways, the Spirit addressed us all. Glossolalia was given unto The Lord as The Parkinson's laid hands on Reverend Jackson.
I opened my mind to accept the flushing as well. Like the people of Jonestown, I was drinking to my death. The death of my body, my life, and Terrell, and to accept the life-blood of Jesus' sacrifice on Callvery.
So, last night--while Saturn was in Libra--The Aquarian Floods, that I've fore mentioned, watered the lakes and the village of Patton. But, what was most important was that the hearts and bodies of those gathered believers in that tiny church in the woods on Main Street were flooded as well.
The levee has broken; Where will you go when it floods?
