My teeth hurt

My head hurts

My eyes hurt

My lower back hurts

Today is October 17, 2011

I have board the Dragon recognition to voice set up and today I am trying it out.

I want to see if there is a difference in talking to a story

or writing it out.

I am hungry tonight

Today the water pump broke and the and the guys had to come and install a new water pump.

The young girl laughsed and hid her head in her hands.

The wind was blowing and the leaves were swirling at her feet.

Her red hair twirled in the wind and her light yellow dress twirled around her form. just as the autumn leaves were whirling round the tree which stood behind her the wind picked up her red hair twirled it around like a sudden windstorm

Each man is his own
yet no man walks alone
for in the silence of a soul
there is a presence sometimes forgotten and unknown.

Time is fleeting
moments to be remembered or lost
as a Robin when he sings in flight
soaring in delight
or as a child' S reflection in a Lake
mirrored in there the reflections of one's own thought

Yes, you and I have a timeless eternity
whereby smiles, laughter or a tilting of the head
can cause memories that are either a treasure or a loss

the path

meghan had done as she was told
and sure enought she had come across
the gray house set back from the road

and there was a miller road
that mr. smith had talked about
but it was more like a path and not a road.

it was big enough for a cart
like the one she was pulling
but nothing else would fit down
this road,

she had to be crazy to do this
and she scolder herself out loud.

meghan, you are a fool.

walking down a path
that leads god knows where
and lugging a cart that has
god knows what in it.

be quiet meghan whispered.

she took her advice and stopped in
the path listening to the dark and
the sounds of the night.

the cart

meghan hit the floor of the road
and was momentarily knocked out

when she opened her eyes
the two wheeled cart was
on its side in a ditch with
one of the wheels still spinning

she tried to move
but her leg was hurting

she rubbed her forehead and felt
a bump just above her right eye

fine, she said.
i am going to get hell for this.

not only for the cart
but what wss in the cart

all mr. smith's art deco and paraphernalia
for turning out his antiquated designs
or so called future art he said

she put her hands palm down in the road
and forced herself to sit up
she didn't know how long she laid there
and she knew it was just by luck she hadn't
gotten run over by one of those new fangled
inventions that she had seen in mr. smith's
lab when he invited her in and showed her some kind of
four wheeled cart on a picture window that he had invented

something for the future he said.

in the middle of the night there had been a ruckus
downstairs and she had huddled at the top of the stairs
trying to hear what was going on.

there were three gentlemen's voices that she could discern
coming from the sitting room and she heard mr. smith yelling
that he wouldn't do it.

then she heard the front door open and slam shut.

he had come upstairs then
and she had run back to her room.

he had banged on her door.

meghan, get dressed, i have something for you to do.

yes, mr. smnith, i'll be right out.

she had thrown on a dress
and met him at the top of the stairs.

pack a suitcase you have to leave.

but it's 2 o'clock in the morning she replied.

"you have to leave."

"who were those men?"

"it doesn't matter. pack a suitcase,
and i'll meet you downstairs.

she had returned to her room and packed a light
suitcase.
and met mr. smith at the bottom of the stairs.

take the cart in the back and go to this address
in smithhall. i've packed one of my inventions
in the back of the cart and covered it with
some old clothes.

what is it said meghan

it's just some of my art equipment.

art equipment, said meghan.

yes, it's something new that i am working on.

smithhall is six hours from here.

i know. i know. he replied.

stay on the road unitl you come to miller place road

miller place road, inquired meghan
i've never heard of it.

well, it's there

two miles down you will see a large gray house on the right
miller road is the next road in. now, go, before they come
back.

what about you, mr. smith?

i'll be leaving too, but there are a few things i have to
clean up in the lab before i leave

now, go, and be careful.

a changed woman

i don't feel like a new woman
i feel like a new creature in god

one who has met the something in nothing.

i don't know if met is the right word
i don't know if it is felt
i didn't feel it
i innately knew that there was something in nothing.

i was sitting outside on the deck the other day when i
thought of a word to describe myself

hermit.

yes, hermit.

the word just came to me
i was as surprised of the word as it was of me.

i went to england
and did centering every day
morning and evening for an hour

i got up had two cups of coffee
and then would open up the patio doors
sit in my chair wrapped in a shawl and
commence my centering.

i like it very much.
you might say i like it too much.

i meditated in the ruins and it was a treat.

i am so caught up in honoring my god
that that is all that i can think of

he is the creator
i am his creature

thank you
thank you
i love you
love you
love you.

i am starting to go to mass and communion in the morning

i am realizing that i carry the christ god within me
i am his hernmitage
and it excites me
and pulls my breath away.

i met self in england
and it wasn't any big thing
but it is everything

it grounds you
pulls you down to your inside
everything is calm there
everything is ok there.


i realize i want to honor love and serve god
in this world and be happy with him in the next.

being
david frentte was right
being is where it is at
we just don't know it.

once we have tasted being
there is no going back


i think now i can teach centering prayer because
now i know where it is going.

each one of us is indeed different
and centering will take you on a journey
the likes of which you and i in our feeble minds of
understanding can never comprehend.

i think about ego
maybe ego will get involved in this

i pat her on the head
a little push on the butt and ego is
skipping away
happy to know that i still love her

and why wouldn't i she is part of this journey too.

imagine if everyone became aware of self ---

then i realized there are different degrees of awareness.

i am 70 and i wonder where it is going to take me.

i decided for the rest of the year
august 16th through december 31st it is going to be a
prayerful year for me.

wake up at 6:30
good morning god

jump out of bed

toiletries

one cup of coffee.

murphy

welcoming prayer
one hour centering a.m.

i am soft to change - orange sun with my arms upraised and my hands extended
in praise.

affirmation
i am open to being vulnerable.

spiritual reading.

lectio
journal

cleaning house
curves.

two hours writing in the library.

lunch.

reading.

centering p.m.

spanish

dinner

quiet reflection or
spiritual reading.

bed.

bed at 8:30 or 9.

reflections

i was doing my centering
when i got two pictures
the first i don't remember
the second was a woman pulling a cart

she was a young girl with tangles of brown
hair sneaking out from beneath her white skull cap.

she had on a black dress
tight on the top which outlined her full womanly bosom

there was a white big just meeting the front of her chest
and the middle of her back.

her skirt was black and flared out as she walked and
met her ankles which were covered in black stockings.

her shoes were heeled and black.

meghan bent over and took a deep breath
her legs were tired
and her tongue darted out and wiped the moisture from her upper lip

she had been at this for two hours and did not know how much longer
she could keep up.

her hands were wrapped around the handles of the cart and she could
feel nothing in them except a dull ache
they seemed to be cramped into position
and her mind went to her pinkie and she told it to wnrap itself from
the tight grip but it was like the pinkie had its own life
and it was there to stay with the rest of her four fingers
tightly wrapped around the piece of wood as if her hand was of
one mind.

her mind traveled to her feet
and she tried to wiggle her big toe
she concentrated as hard as she could
and yes finally she felt a wiggle

she moved her big toe and then the next all the
way down the line to her small toe

she did the right foot first
and satisfied that she had some control of her right foot
she moved to the left

this was a little bit more difficult
as her left big toe just stood quiet
she couldn't make it move

she tried thinking extra hard
and put all her thoughts into moving all five left
toes at once.

it was at that moment that the wheel of the cart got
stuck in a rut
and meghan felt herself going to one side
she tried to regain her footing
but because she had no feeling in her left foot
there was nothing she could do but follow the handle
until her hand was in mid air and her left ankle gave
way and she followed the cart and landed up on the floor
of the road in a panic.