Take a break

Sometimes, listening to the hectic array of current news, I just need a break and do something I personally enjoy. Here’s my little contribution to keep me grounded! Yes, it’s hand-quilted. Keeps my hands busy when I’m too tired to do anything else. Besides that, I enjoy a little Christmas spirit during the heat of summer. Just in case you wondered about the design, it is what we call a scrappy quilt. All the blocks are the same, but each fabric design is not the same in each block. It is meant to be warm, soft, casual and comfortable for someone I love. Hope you like...

Internet Freedom is one of the last we have…

Internet Blackout Day on January 18January 17, 2012 WordPress.org is officially joining the protest against Senate Bill 968: the Protect IP Act that is coming before the U.S. Senate next week. As I wrote in my post a week ago, if this bill is passed it will jeopardize internet freedom and shift the power of the independent web into the hands of corporations. […] Help Stop SOPA/PIPAJanuary 10, 2012 You are an agent of change. Has anyone ever told you that? Well, I just did, and I meant it. Normally we stay away from from politics here at the official WordPress project — having users from all over the globe that span the political spectrum is evidence that we are doing our job and […] PLEASE, DON’T GIVE THE LAST BASTIAN OF FREE SPEECH AWAY TO...

Define bonding …

It was love at first sight. The little white and silver poodle was as soft as any pillow – and the two-year old had a new friend. They shared playtime and quiet time in the house, running in the yard, cookies and naps. By the time she accepted the idea a baby was on the way, she didn’t particularly care if it was a sister or brother. Her nurturing instincts took over the day he came home. She was comfortable, loving, and proud. Bonding is a treasure often taken for granted. A few never understand it, some of us couldn’t live without it. When you watch it happen with your children, there’s no better feeling in the world. Parents feel like when they leave this earth, their children will always have each other. The family continues from one...

Will we be where we think we are?

There’s apparently a lot of attention on the internet regarding the Mayan Calendar, and the end of a long count. Many are interpreting it as the end of the world. However, I don’t believe that. Rather, to me, it is the end of an age, as we know it – the age of ignorance, hidden history, hidden human activities around the world that have manipulated mankind. The truth is coming soon – the calendar states December 21, 2012. In the back of my mind, I’ve waited for this for the last twenty years. The bizarre growth of technology and international events over the years have set the stage for this probability. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to finally understand the mysteries of our mythology – and all the things that had to be taught...

From unexpected places…

I enjoy history, special historical records that demonstrate how we have been, compared to the way we are now – as human minds and spirits. What I see is a declining trend, a blinding, a denial of the essence of spirituality – leaving us with only the animal instincts of earth-bound entities. The decline is unsustainable, as we lose our guidance and purpose. I never expected to find the acumen of sharing important knowledge, at just the right time for me. There it was, marilynkaydennis dot wordpress dot com.  I say unexpected because I wasn’t researching – just reading comments on my favorite blogs. If you share my desire to learn, or simply want to feel history as though you are there, start with her post, Music from Heaven (2 parts). No,...

Rural Life – ugly sometimes

Gone hunting lately? Someone did. Deer season opened – first bows, then firearms. We heard shots this morning. I get a call from a hunter telling us he shot a deer and it jumped our barbed wire fence and ran off through our woods. Could he come track it down? “Sure,” I told him – I’ll meet you at the gate.” Last thing I wanted was an injured animal in pain. He came in with two friends and a boy. Seems the boy made a gut shot, and the father didn’t back him up. Anyway, they tracked it for almost a quarter mile. Dragging it out of the woods, guts were dangling loose  from a three inch hole in this fine eight-point buck. I watched as they loaded it on the truck bed. They said, “Thanks, we’ll be going...

Chapter 16 (church) continues…

[Part 2 of 2] The preacher is at my house. I don’t get to hear much because I have to go to my room. The last thing I hear is, “We’ll see your family at services tonight. Come a little early.” Then he’s gone. The church is special pretty tonight … the sun still shines in the huge windows, but you can’t see through the glass because it’s all kind of colors. I listen to the organ music. Mom made me wear a white slip under my dress. Not sure why, the church isn’t cold. Anyway, I did. We find a spot everybody can sit close, and Dad goes off to find the preacher. We’re waiting for everybody else to get here. Seems like they just keep coming in … a bunch a kids and babies too. Not too many kids come on Sunday nights. The choir loft is full,...

Chapter 16 of ? (church)

I don’t know many folks, just the ones at school, church, and a few neighbors. The new neighborhood high school is beautiful and close to my house, but I do miss the very old junior high. Just one building of bricks and wood felt homey and secure. Our church building is growing too. I guess things change. I’m sitting in an old chair under the huge oak tree waiting for the clothes to dry on the lines in the sun. It’s pretty back here. The drain hose from the washing machine sticks out through a louvered window and soaks the back yard. The grass is thick and lush. In my mind, I’m reliving my miracle day when I was eight years old. It’s Sunday morning, I decide to really listen to every word the preacher says, especially since my dad thumped me on the head...

Chapter 15 of ? (what’s real?)

I think we ought to follow that Sundays are a day of rest and worship, but that’s rare! Now and then, we get to go to the Cafeteria in town after services, but usually it means cookin’ and cleanin!’ Sometimes I think Dad has to make up for lost Grace during the week, so we have to go twice on Sunday! I say that with a smile, because he’s been in a pretty good mood this week – and I take every blessing I can get! The preacher and the Mrs. are coming for dinner that’s got to be ready by one o’clock. They visit a lot of families on Sundays after church. Mom’s already got the beef roast in the oven. Dad and the kids just left for church, so it’s just Mom and me – finally. We need to talk about my so-called date. Mom says, “Get that pan of...

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