Just Let Me -- G -- Indoctrinate You!

Monday, November 20, 2017

It's a Holiday Cornucopia Thing

Dear America,

"Be completely humble and gentle; 
be patient, 
bearing with one another in love.  
Make every effort 
to keep the unity 
of the Spirit
 through the bond of peace."  
Ephesians 4:2-3

that's just a little sage advice from the Apostle Paul, as we merrily head into the festivities of family and friends, celebrating Thanksgiving.  

[And a cooking tip: 
fresh sage goes with everything. teehee]

Actually, to tell you the truth, this girl is kinda surprised that we get to keep Thanksgiving; how has The Left not destroyed this holiday already?  

Of course, it's getting there, with the tearing down of Columbus statues and all the rest, it may take only a few more years before these stunts turn into a force of capital punishment against the Thanksgiving tradition, and all that comes with the annual celebration.   The Pilgrims survived and lived to not only tell about it, but become the raw seedlings of a new nation....and now look at us.

Since we are not all stupid  -- as if born, like, yesterday  -- most of us are pretty well aware of what has  happened since the first Thanksgiving...at least in part.  It is in part because we are wholly reliant upon what history books tell us; and perhaps more so, we are reliant upon who tells the story, the chosen narrative and perspective.  Translation:  we, as a people, are subject to personal bias, downright lies, the perverse twisting of the truth, and not to be outdone, human error.

HUMAN ERROR describes so much of the errors of our ways -- whether we are talking in the macro or the micro.  

[Oh, cooking tip #2: 
 micro greens are so pretty! 
Make a bed of big greens,
 add a few micro greens, 
and then toss a handful of dainty, edible flowers on top
...boom. Is it a salad or a centerpiece? ]

BUT here's the thing; it doesn't matter how little or how much human error has come before us.

We are here...

I am here.

You are here.

If you are here in this moment -- if you are living within the boundaries of America's fifty states.... then you are reaping the rewards of every good, every bad, and every living breathing thing in between, in THIS here and THIS now. 

Yesterday is gone; tomorrow is not here yet; all we have is this day...and some of us may not even get all of that, right?  Which means, all we have is this moment right now, that which we universally recognize as the present.

Since the days of Plymouth Rock, the last four hundred years of America's history has been sordid, broken, violent....and that just describes yesterday.  Get it?

Some of us in America  -- right now, today, this very minute and especially last night -- are guilty of doing bad things to other people in America. 

Did you know that in the Bay Area alone, it is estimated that 100 children are sold for sex every single night...and Oakland Won't Quit on Trafficked Kids."  (And that has to be old news by now, given that post dates back to 2013.)

As a matter of fact -- today -- it is estimated that 4.5 million are enslaved through human trafficking around the globe!   Multiply the entire population of Rhode Island by 4 and that's how many people across the globe are sold into the sex slave economy around the world every single day.  [Not sure why I picked Rhode Island -- with all things considered, crime wise, the smallest state in the country ranks third, nationwide -- following Vermont #1 and Maine #2.  This little state that could...downright be one of the safest places on earth, deserves desert and a gold star.]

Speaking of Rhode Island and our history of giving thanks -- the U.S. News and World Report opening page, linked above, includes this:

Forced to flee religious persecution in Massachusetts, Roger Williams founded the first permanent settlement in 1636 in Providence on land purchased from the Narragansett Indians. Newport became a major trading and shipping port, and Rhode Island’s economy boomed. 
Rhode Island was the first of the original 13 colonies to renounce allegiance to Great Britain in 1776 and was the last to ratify the Constitution in 1790, insisting that the Bill of Rights be added.

And I bet the whole town celebrated with a big feast...

Now desperately trying to segway away from human trafficking as the main dish...

In the words of Leo Buscaglia, and his book LOVE:

"An earthquake, flood, or bolt of lightening may destroy him or those he loves.  An accident may permanently cripple him.  But how he responds, reacts and lives with the handicap or through the earthquake or flood is another matter.  This he can regulate.... 
In order to change, then, man must trust that he is capable of change... 
Knowing that one is always capable of change, the second step lies in making the decision to change.  Change does not occur merely by willing it any more than behavior changes simply through insight.   One can know something is evil, painful or dangerous and still pursue it relentlessly. One can only move toward change when he willfully arrives at a proposal to do so... 
The third step in change is perhaps the most difficult.  It involves the actual processes of the relearning." 

If we are the grown ups this year  (ergo, not sitting at the kid's table) --  then we have a duty to act like grown ups, every single day.  (I know, it sucks, doesn't it....Washington D.C. Hollywood, Clinton's old and new....;  but I digress, now swimming in mashed potatoes and gravy and chestnut stuffing and yams with marshmallows toasted on top, and pie -- lots of pie -- and not coming up for air until I pop.)

[Cooking tip #3: 
just be the one who brings the rolls and the wine!]

If we remain true to ourselves, to our children, to our country, to our God -- then we must admit to ourselves that we are not perfect.  We are only human...And this is simply just a good place to start.

And to that end, the humans who have come before us are only human, too. 

Framing America's history with the same allowances and generosity that we extend to our own family -- you know, all the characters who will be joining hands around the table, giving thanks in only a matter of a few days from now -- then we may give each other the best blessing of all. 

The chance to change, to accept our past and our transgressions, to applaud our gains and our lessons, to give thanks for the pure abundance that surrounds us in the every day, then we may actually begin to love each other unconditionally, systematically, and according to my world, in the way God intended -- wholly separate from every ill, sordid, broken, and violent thing that has not only come before us, but sadly, remain in the here and now, today.

Moving forward, we are free to write, or rewrite, our own life, beginning with wherever we may be in the present moment.

We can choose light over dark.

We can make things new.

We can give thanks for every thing and every season -- from the seed planted by our first settlers, to the seed who grew up to be the wheat that made the bread that we will break in a mere three days, to the seed that creates change to reverse horrendous conditions happening every day from sea to shining sea, in America and beyond...

It's what I like to call heirloom seeds.  Every single one of us carries the same genetic material to make the next generation better than the one who came before -- through knowledge, not ignorance; through education, not indoctrination; through love, not hate; through an INDIVIDUAL DUTY to uphold the things of good character and totally native to the foundations laid so very long ago.  Anything, or anyone, that robs us of this goodness, must be overcome, must be overcome.

This is what I pray.

[Cooking tip #4: 
always come with a toast:
'Live light, travel light, 
spread the light, BE the light. 

you're welcome.

SO given the holiday -- consider me gone girl until next time.

May this Thanksgiving find you with the ones you love and be blessed in every way.

God's neat; Let's eat! xoxo

Make it a Good Day, G

Thursday, November 16, 2017

It's Just a Girl with a little Cleavage Showing Thing

Dear America,

Boys To Men

it's a tale of three boys going to China and returning men.

LiAngelo Ball, Jalen Hill, Cody Riley each gave a statement yesterday, thanking everybody and their mother, for the swift return to the U.S.A. after allegedly being found guilty of stealing from the Louis Vuitton store, during the team's visit. 

And whether their statements are insincere in any part, being coerced by coaching staff or parents or anyone else (as each one thanked -- nearly verbatim -- the Chinese government, the U.S. government, President Trump by name, the entire UCLA coaching team and staff, family and associates, yadi yadi yada...) -- it does not matter.  Nationwide, this press conference did what it needed to do for the good of the country, the good of the team, and most importantly, for the good of these three men who returned home.

Yes.  Their actions were stupid.  And they admitted just that over and over and over again.

And we can only hope a fair portion of the nation's children -- alongside the parents of these children -- listened.  And after they all listened, we can only hope these parents explained the set of circumstances and crimes to their children fully, and thoughtfully, and pointedly making clear the lessons we can all walk away with.  

And yet, having said that -- young and old alike --  nobody is too old for a good life lesson....and America is witnessing a number of them hitting the front pages with breaking news, in what seems like every minute of every day.

Nevertheless, this girl would bet her life the three statements ARE sincere; for these boys were able to come home!  Given a natural propensity to do stupid things (given the age group, right?), they came home grateful to be back on American soil after receiving only a passing glance of just how quickly things can change, and not in a good way.  They consider themselves to be part of the lucky ones, an elite crowd; for without perhaps their own connections to connections, things may not have turned out so well, or as speedy -- I mean, c'mon, we're talking a major theft crime perpetrated in the People's Republic of China...for anyone else there would be stiff punishment.

This girl would also bet her life these statements were well on the way well before the nudging of a sitting president from the bench; these boys had to make solid apologies, for their actions were truly a disgrace.  UCLA, the USA, China, their moms and dads -- were all due a get down on your knee, praising Jesus, moment of pure begging for forgiveness with the clear intention never to make this kind of error in judgement again.....And THEY did!  They did.

I only wish the president just waited for it to play out, that's all.

I just wish his usual brash, egotistical approach to everything, just stood still for a moment, thereby allowing time for the boys to do the right thing on their own without the presidential interference (only because it gives CNN and MSNBC plenty of material to bounce around).  But isn't that what we all want as parents, to watch our children figure out the right thing to do on their own?  Isn't this the level of maturity we painstakingly try to model, aiming to teach them well, that lies in wait, only to surface when we least expect it -- and unconditionally love them anyway?

Anywho, after a serious foul --  traaaaveeelllling with a designer Louis Vuitton ball, shaped like sunglasses...badump ba! --  this was their moment to make right and not the president's moment to take credit, just sayin'.

Trump could learn a life lesson or two, as well; better for the nation to witness the president stepping aside, allowing for his state department, or press secretary, to do all the talking and tweeting; and then ---  when asked to respond --  give credit to all the players who made this monumental, international feat of saving the day happen.  

When it comes to ego, sometimes less is more, more or less -- and I would be remiss not to add that the president is not alone with this little life lesson...and we'll even give it a number: 45 (teehee.  that one's for Maxine);  yes, indeed, this girl is right there beside him (not under him, not over him, certainly not touching him, just beside him, okay). 

Which brings me to the second half of today's feature:  how so many men are turning into boys (or is it more correct, never stopped being boys????) hmmmmmmm

Just the other night -- Tuesday -- had dinner with my girlfriends at a brand new eatery in La Jolla, the Red O!  And oh boy, was it good!   From the tres tequila flight, to the Queso Fundido to share, to the main dish of Carnitas in Red Chili Guajillo, to a side of plantains to share, mashed potatoes to share, corn tamales to share, to the plate of churros to share and served with two dipping sauces of chocolate l'orange and caramel filling the last crack of tummy space -- this girl rolled out of the Red O with glee and stuffed to my pretty pink lips.  But I digress....teehee

For part of the night, the subject matter was fixated upon what the O stood for in its name; but for the remainder, we were all about the fall of man....literally.  And don't get me wrong -- this foursome loves boys.  [Although, there must be something said in the fact that only 25% of us are married....hmmmmmm what up wit dat?.....]

well, anyway, it's not like there isn't enough to talk about on the subject -- men have made it rather easy for us to fill a night out on the town chock full of conversation from one bad boy story to the next; ever since the Hollywood mogul Harvey Weinstein went down, the country has been inundated with whispers of unwanted sexual advances (by men), declarations of rape (of men on men, and men on women), tales of catching tail -- of sexual harassment (by men), long overdue claims of sex with underage girls (yes, by men) -- from coast to coast, within government, within elite social circles, from the capital building to the corporate boardroom....it is everywhere and often.


The thing is -- from the boys to men basketball players, to the pure corruption of our beautiful, sexual nature, this land is my land and this land is your land is in much need of keeping our hands to ourselves.

Of course, on Tuesday -- all of us girls quickly spiraled into cursing all men.  Was it the tequila talking, you be the judge; but just as fast as we ginned up a chorus of we can't live with them -- in an equally, thundering, passionate reply, we admitted that we can't live without them either.

Oh this country.  heavy sigh
Not sure how we manage to embrace our sexuality problems -- ranging from the mild neurosis to full blown psychotic addictions ending with victims and convictions of statutory crimes.  But in the hopes of ultimately gaining control of it,  this girl knows exactly where to start: with the individual. 

You're welcome.

(oh girl, gonna smack you upside the head if you don't settle down.)

so as I try to choke down some humble pie, let me repeat myself:  It always gets down to one.

Do you even remember who we are, as a people, people?

America is designed to be all about good self-government -- which includes, but is not limited to, self-reliance, answering to a higher moral authority,  with a side of a little humility, and a whole lot of grace, bubbling over...

If each and every one of us leans towards good behavior, treating each other with respect, then all is good; if each and every one of us begins to lean poorly, behaving badly, if not criminally...treating each other with disrespect, then all is not good.  Get it?

I know, sometimes the answer is so easy we overlook it, even when it is right in front of our eyes.

I bet --  just thinking outside the blog now -- I bet if we dress it up with a short skirt and a little cleavage, point would be moot by a beaut.

 [I know, I don't know how I do it either...teehee]  

[wait.  scratch that....I do know; it isn't me.  It is only by the grace of God I get up and do anything.  I just aim to make God proud, make Him smile a little -- you know, given his view, and all...Things must be looking pretty bleak by now.]

and my apologies, you get all the way to the end to discover there is no cleavage showing.  my bad.

Make it a Good Day, G

Kudos to the three boys to men that began the day...LiAngelo Ball, Jalen Hill, and Cody Riley. Pretty sure you guys will turn out okay; as an American, I am proud of you for the courage to say what you needed to say.  God Bless you boys to men, to family, to all the rest of your days.

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

It's Just an Open Response to Ekow N. Yankah and a couple other THINGS

Dear America,

I believe the children are our are future
Teach them well and let them lead the way
Show them all the beauty they possess inside
Give them a sense of pride to make it easier..

yes, happy tuesday.
and this girl is beginning with the opening lines of a Whitney Houston song, Greatest Love of All! [and my deep appreciation for the mother-lode of lyrics available online....everything from A - Z, including G x]

Becoming a hit, getting the chorus occasionally stuck in our heads, and being completely overplayed for what seemed to be decades, pop culture embraced this cheesy, sappy, sugary sweet song right from the start -- because it was Whitney!  Pretty sure nobody else could have pulled it off...just sayin'.

Gosh, she was gorgeous, and talented, and so full of life!  

Rising into stardom after being raised singing gospel in her church, she made it -- and she did it with her heart in the right place.  What broke her spirit, and maybe her heart, was everything that came with it -- the high life, the fame and fortune that accommodated luxury and indulging in all the things that have the power to change us, inside and out: drugs, alcohol, associating with people who don't have our best interests at heart while partying until the wee hours of the morning.

Although it didn't happen overnight, the fullness of this lifestyle -- the people, the profession, the passion --  preyed upon her, slowly and over time; although she may have tried to correct the course, Whitney lost sight of the greatest love of all and eventually the lifestyle killed her.

The thing is -- what is true for Whitney, is true for all of us -- that being, we are always at choice to change course, to make good decisions, to listen to that still, small voice inside ourselves that knows the way (the right way, right?).

Yeah, we often like to ignore that voice.

But on this day, on the old G Thing, this is just the start of something going on inside my head, across this land we call America, and even across the globe, and it has much to do about nothing and everything. 

If we do nothing -- we lose our heart and soul.

We must do everything to pay attention to our children; I mean, talk about impressionable, right?

So here you go-- in response to an op-ed in the New York Times, November 11th:  Can My Children Be Friends with White People?   by Ekow N. Yankah.  [(@ekownyankah) is a professor at the Benjamin N. Cardozo School of Law at Yeshiva University.] 

Second paragraph:

It is impossible to convey the mixture of heartbreak and fear I feel for him. Donald Trump’s election has made it clear that I will teach my boys the lesson generations old, one that I for the most part nearly escaped. I will teach them to be cautious, I will teach them suspicion, and I will teach them distrust. Much sooner than I thought I would, I will have to discuss with my boys whether they can truly be friends with white people.

to paragraph six:

As against our gauzy national hopes, I will teach my boys to have profound doubts that friendship with white people is possible. When they ask, I will teach my sons that their beautiful hue is a fault line. Spare me platitudes of how we are all the same on the inside. I first have to keep my boys safe, and so I will teach them before the world shows them this particular brand of rending, violent, often fatal betrayal.
"Gauzy national hopes," Mr. Yankah?  Good one.

Oh dear sir; mine may be pink, but certainly not gauzy; if you wanna conversation about it, let's start at my dreams being pink, and frilly, and happy......and yes, at peace with my fellow man,  no matter the color of skin.

Teach them suspicion and distrust?  Oh that is a fine start. 

Should I be now teaching my little white girl the very same thing, but in reverse?  And when I say reverse, it is in every sense of the word -- as in, ass backwards  and in every possible way taking any of the strides this land has made across race relations to a brand new low?  It's a new low -- given we have seen America at its worst before, and now you want to go back?  This is YOUR answer? 

And in spite of having a pretty normal childhood yourself -- as you say...

Let me assure you that my heartbreak dwarfs my anger. I grew up in a classic Midwestern college town. With all its American faults, it was a diverse and happy-childhood kind of place, slightly dull in the way that parents wish for their children. If race showed in class lines, school cliques and being pulled over more often, our little Americana lacked the deep racial tension and mistrust that seem so hard to escape now.

This doesn't make any sense.

But what does make sense is your anger towards this new president, Mr. Yankah -- that seems to be the root cause:

 Of course, the rise of this president has broken bonds on all sides. But for people of color the stakes are different. Imagining we can now be friends across this political line is asking us to ignore our safety and that of our children, to abandon personal regard and self-worth. Only white people can cordon off Mr. Trump’s political meaning, ignore the “unpleasantness” from a position of safety. His election and the year that has followed have fixed the awful thought in my mind too familiar to black Americans: “You can’t trust these people.”

oh wow..."you can't trust these people."
(no comment)

so sad
so sad
so sad

and as for your rather jaded opinion of Martin Luther King's dream.....

Meaningful friendship is not just a feeling. It is not simply being able to share a beer. Real friendship is impossible without the ability to trust others, without knowing that your well-being is important to them. The desire to create, maintain or wield power over others destroys the possibility of friendship. The Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s famous dream of black and white children holding hands was a dream precisely because he realized that in Alabama, conditions of dominance made real friendship between white and black people impossible.
Let me first give you a little two cents on this idea of meaningful friendship; you can't have real, meaningful friendship by group, or by an entire swath of country and Americana all at once.  This kind of friendship is PERSONAL!  It is INTIMATE!  It is shared experiences with another soul, most likely of like minds (again, having nothing to do with color of skin), over a common interest, or something, that grows -- naturally and organically.  And that kind of friendship is rather priceless, if not hard to find, no matter the color of our skin. 

And certainly -- after my fifty some odd years -- sensing that if you find that kind of friend, a certain and steadfast trust comes with it, almost by default, as the two of you have earned it over time and effort and whole lot of mutual respect and love.

Martin Luther King was speaking of this "famous dream" -- on behalf of the Greater Good -- because, I believe, as a preacher,  as a deep thinker, and as an American who truly cared for race relations -- HE truly BELIEVED we could achieve it! 

Matter of fact, I STILL BELIEVE IT!

So - teaching our children well, in my mind,  means teaching our children to believe it, too.

And not only believe it like happy endings in a fairy tale, but believe it in the core of their very being -- as if they were actually raised with the understanding.   Not stopping there, that they can be not only be a part of this dream coming true, like bystanders, but actively apart of this dream  --  intimately, integrally, and honorably connected in the very creation of this dream coming true. 

It does not have to stay a dream.

Dare I say to you, Mr. Yankah -- teaching YOUR children suspicion and distrust is NOT the way.

How many African-American families have been teaching this, do you know?  Has this been a hidden agenda and generational course correction all along, that all of us white people simply don't know about?   [G side note:  the Political Editors at The Patriot Post have just put up 2016 statistics on hate crimes...and it's worthy of a read.]

ah oh.  now look at what you've done; now I'm starting to feel a wee bit angry....

I have to stop thinking about this.  My head and my heart and my soul hurts like a motherf@&***(

Let's go in another direction.

France:  2017
The French courts are considering to allow adults to have sex with thirteen year old's -- only with their consent, of course.   Read all about it, here.  Or  here. 

This being now the occasion, when answering the age-old question of when having sex with a child isn't rape, leads us frantically to another question -- just how in the world did we get here?

Much of the comment feed dwells in the realm of the bad influences arising from the influx and homesteading of families bound to the Islam, which permits the gross, yet widely accepted, allowance for grown men taking sexual advantage of children, beginning as early as kindergarten.

But no matter its origins, France is embracing this new age where sex with children will be generally, and widely, and unconscionably, be acceptable?

As we meander from teaching our children well to protecting them first -- this girl suddenly realizes that we may be going back to the stone age there, as well. ugh.

One last thing in the news, as we play with this idea of teaching our children well, and protecting them as best we possibly can -- let's move on to the GQ's idea of the CITIZEN of the YEAR.........drum roll, please........................Colin Kaepernick.

The guy of mixed race who was adopted by a white couple, given everything he ever needed, and made it to the NFL, only to become the poster child of a downright perversion of the truth surrounding systematic racial bias within police departments nationwide.  [As you know, we have discussed that here on more than one occasion....and we will not go there today....But feel free to read old G things....they will surely delight, but I digress.]

So the CITIZEN of the year goes to the citizen who doesn't even choose to vote?   Who doesn't salute the flag?   Who wears socks pocking fun at the PoPo -- personifying pigs as cops, or is it cops as pigs?  And after being raised in a country famous for capitalism and all the benefits of a free market --  citizen of the year goes to the guy who loves Ernesto 'Che' Guevara  -- a radical,  militaristic, guerrilla warfare fanatic who dreamed of communism healing all wounds and societal issues?  The guy who is now whining his way through the court system because he failed at doing his job, and doing his job well?  This guy is named CITIZEN of the year?  Wow --  if this is the new role model for all of our kids to follow, then we all need to go to our rooms until we are ready to talk about it without yelling and screaming.

Nearing the end of this day, this blog, something tells me more than anything else, the choices that we make, who we associate with, and what we give our attention to, becomes our tomorrow - both large and small.

We have work to do; we have a duty to uphold order, to preserve the integrity of our relationship with the whole AND with each other, individually.  And although this stance is nothing new on the old gthing, it may all begin and end upon what we say to our children.

It will take every parent to tell their children --

"first, I am here to protect you 
and to love you with my whole heart."

"we must choose to find the good in all people, 
no matter the color of our skin -- 
let us trust each other
 to say and do the right thing, 
no matter the situation. 
AND this begins with YOU, honey --
 be good,
 trustworthy, honest, caring,
loving, and the best
you can possibly be and  
good things will happen."

 "choose the greatest love of all
-- to love yourself -- 
then, aim to find the Great Spirit inside you
 that guides you, 
helps decipher between right and wrong, 
and blesses you with a unique purpose in life.
--- Finding something Greater than ourselves 
to dwell upon, to place our attention, 
always seems to be a good idea...
For it teaches us good things:
 things like humility and grace,  
instilling an attitude of gratitude and courage, 
even during the most difficult of days 
(and those days will come)."
Oh I could say more,
this girl could probably rattle off a hundred things to say to our children, en masse.

But this is a great start; better than Mr. Yankah's approach, right? 
[Mr. Yankah is off on the wrong foot just by buying into the myriad of false narratives trumped up by the leftist media and liberals in general.  It would do him a world of good just to stop listening to those voices, and listen to what his heart taught him during his childhood....but what do I know; I'm just a girl, you know.   teehee]

The thing is, at the end of the day -- it's a beautiful thing to have this free will playing hopscotch with us each and every day; for it gives us everyday, imperfect human beings a chance to change our ways...to change course... to believe we can become true friends, if it is meant to be....and to believe in Martin Luther King's Dream.

It all begins with the very next step we take, along with the very next words of advice we give our children.

oh this girl can dream 
and believe the dream can come true indeed.

Make it a Good Day, G

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

It's God and Goodness Go Together Thing

Dear America,

Spring Forward, Fall Back
Spring Forward, Fall Back
Spring Forward, Fall Back

and isn't this just the story of, and through, the ages....

isn't this just the story of mankind, in general -- be it individually or in the collective.

IN the wake of another tragedy at the hands of one truly broken soul, Americans are struggling to come to an understanding; finding common ground on such an horrific loss --- over and over and over again -- is heartbreaking, exhausting, crippling our grip on just who we really are as a nation, as we share in the lives of each other within this greater community that we recognize as these United States of America.

To have such an act of evil occur -- and within the four walls of a place we go for sanctuary, once again -- prompts most of us to question everything, including God;  even still -- unbearable as it is, even in that moment, God was there.

"The God who made the world and everything in it is the Lord of heaven and earth and does not live in temples built by hands.  And he is not served by human hands, as if he needed anything, because he himself gives all men life and breath and everything else.    From one man he made a nation of men, that they should inhabit the whole earth; and he determined the times set for them and the exact places where they should live.  God did this so that men would seek him, though he is not far from each one of us.  For in him we live and move and have our being.  As some of your own poets have said, 'We are his offspring.'" 
This is the Apostle Paul, speaking to the people of Athens, according to Acts 17:24-28
For all of us who recognize this intimate connection with our God, our Father -- a connection originating with our own individual intent to seek Him, taking express action to know HIM, in order that we may live and move and love and have our being in Him -- God was within the hearts and minds of everyone in that church, because it is there, inside us, where God lives (for all, of course, except for the evil one).

God was there in Sutherland Springs.

But to question is good; questioning all those in authority over our lives is good, and that goes double for all government programs, especially if it involves its number one responsibility -- ensuring the nation's security.  As we have all come to find out, the perpetrator of Sunday's massacre was deemed unstable, he had a history of assault against his own family and animals, received a court martial from the Air Force, was imprisoned for a year, and even spent time in a psych unit somewhere...and somehow or other, the red flags never surfaced in the background check when he went to purchase a gun; human error failed us.

We live and we learn; and sometimes it is painful -- for some days are just more difficult than others.

For believers, God is always there -- even when we are in the middle of questioning everything.  God wants us to be real with Him in all ways, completely -- through all our days, from our joys to our pains.

In my daily devotional just yesterday, Sarah Young-- speaking as Jesus -- said this:

"Your sense of security must not rest in your possessions or in things going your way.  I am training you to depend on Me alone, finding fulfillment in My Presence.  This entails being satisfied with much or with little, accepting either as My will for the moment.  Instead of grasping and controlling, you are learning to release and receive.  Cultivate this receptive stance by trusting Me in every situation."

Oh my, just how do we do that when an entire family of eight are gone in an instant -- or after a toddler, with a lifespan amounting to a blink of an eye, is surely swept into angel's arms for a journey onward and upward into heaven? 

God is there; He knows where each of us will have our start and where we shall have our finish.

In the meantime, we must press on; we must live and learn and endeavor to be the best people we can possibly be, so that ultimately, our individual and collective efforts can negate the acts of evil that come our way, opening every path available to overcome.  The hope is, to live with our God and our Good showing; ergo, to give this kind of good true authority over all.

Logic tells me that no matter the inanimate object of choice, if evil wants to have its day...it will be done.  And there are all kinds of levels of evil -- from the sexual deviants in Hollywood, preying upon innocents, that go under the radar, but not really, for decades (like the Harvey Weinstein's and Kevin Spacey's)......and even systematically, within places we naturally thought safe, totally protected, if not out of bounds entirely, like the Catholic Church.... to radical Islamic extremists who hate the infidels, specifically, the entire Western World, and carry on with every intent to kill us all...to radical oppressors around the world like Kim Jong-un........to all the psycho killers and gang members in between -- evil lives and moves and has its being here, too.

Cities like Chicago, Baltimore, Los Angeles prove this logic day in and day out; do you really think all these guns used on the streets of the inner cities are acquired legally?

Home Depot truck rentals prove this logic, as well.

God, our Father, is so far away from the hearts and minds from these perpetrators/terrorists.  But if you are a person of faith, you know God is Good, that in all things we can seek God, find God, and be comforted by God, and be given guidance directly from God in moving forward -- no matter what happens on this precious earth, more importantly, in our neighborhoods, churches and schools, and in all the places we call home.

If we choose to know God -- to live and move and have our being in God -- then we automatically, genuinely, and faithfully fear no evil.  We choose to live courageously, even if we are hated for every thought and prayer in the process.  Just when did thoughts and prayers become political?

Answer:  perhaps in springtime 2008, when a young Senator Barack Obama made this statement, in part and while in Pennsylvania: "...And it's not surprising then they get bitter, they cling to guns or religion or antipathy toward people who aren't like them or anti-immigrant sentiment or anti-trade sentiment as a way to explain their frustrations."  Although Obama later tried to dial it back, the Left -- as a whole -- has since taken this sentiment and double downed with no regrets.

Of course, in reference to narratives and political agendas, the Left just loves to ignore the fact that two innocents clinging to their guns, joined forces to save the day down in Sutherland, Texas, last Sunday.  Heroes.  Two men of faith.  And, of course, God was there... Hmmm I wonder -- any connection there worthy of a conversation, if not also answering to the plaguing questions of this day itself?

Turning to our current administration:  Is it hatred when a president tries to protect our national security, knowing where some of this evil comes and using this information to support better vetting, even if it seems extreme?  Is it hatred to call it like he sees it, be it on twitter or at the presidential podium? 

Speaking of podiums -- did you all happen to listen to his speech in Seoul, South Korea last night?

This girl was struck by the words chosen by the South Korean leader, Moon Jae-in...."Now let me introduce you to the leader of the world, Donald Trump."  He didn't differentiate the "leader of the free world" from the whole world.  tee hee  It gave me such a giggle -- thinking the leftists have to be squirming in their seats and ready to throw up...

Moon spoke authority over Trump as if he, himself, is actually in relationship with a solid leader of the free world.  It seems, over and over again, when the world, large and small, is in relationship with this president, it responds to America's president with the proper respect. 

I wonder -- if given the same respect here at home -- just how different our experience under this Trump  Administration might just be...By the way, President Trump gave a great speech, addressing South Korea's neighbor to the north, that which is beholden to pure evil -- it was a moment reinforcing America's steadfast relationship with liberty and freedom around the globe, stressing the need to meet such a challenge with Kim Jung-un together, with acts of strength and diplomacy.  And it was good.

The forces of good and evil are forever at play, here on earth.

That is just reality.

And none of this surprises God -- even though it may shock and scare the living daylights out of each one of us.  God knows the day we begin to the day we end, for each and every one.

Good must overcome; and in the end, good will overcome.

God is here, there and everywhere and is waiting upon us to seek Him, to praise Him, to find Him even amidst the hatred that lives here, there and everywhere, too.  God is the One and Only Thing that does not change -- as long as our connection to this God is clear, and faithful,  this is where the One True Authority over our lives must live, and move, and have its being.

God and goodness go together; the offspring of a certain belief system not only believe it wholeheartedly, it was the very catalyst for change that started a revolution and produced the very republic that we all live, for better or worse.

God bless the people of Sutherland Springs.
God bless the people of South Korea, and all the rest of the days on the president's travel calendar.
God bless this day in America, and all the days of our lives.

Make it a Good Day, G

Thursday, November 2, 2017

It's in Memorium Day

Dear America,

pro bono

if you must know, this itty bitty Latin phrase, merely explains me...G;
for this thing that I do --  and maybe not every single day -- is just about keeping a diary of America..........for the greater good of America.

Pro Bono literally translates to "for the good;" to be sure, we are more familiar with its use in the general -- defining services rendered at no charge.

[Ergo, it works for Gthing in both references, for this thing isn't exactly a means of shaking my money maker and reaping its just rewards...teehee... No matter...parvis imbutus tentabis grandia tutus when you are steeped in little things, you shall safely attempt great things -- in other words, 'once you have accomplished small things, you may attempt great ones safely.']  

....P.S. (in postscriptum:  let's give a handsome nod to The Art of Manliness, here.  

Albeit two days in the making in this response -- but this morning, with America face to face with another act of evil, in Lower Manhattan, New York -- my mind is swirling around this very idea: "for the good."  For there is a definite line between good and evil, love and hate.

In other words, there is no grey area. 

No matter what situation we are in, no matter the color of our skin, no matter our religion, no matter if we are rich or poor -- there should be no question respective of this choice we make in every thing we say or do, large or small: there is a way of good, for the greater good.....and then there is not.

This girl is also struck with learning more about the victims; the word stems from its Latin roots, victimaWhy does it sound so much prettier with the "a" on the end? -- perhaps to buffer the senses of the loss, perhaps to bring in the feminine aspects of sensitivity and grace and healing?  But never  mind, nowadays we just go straight to the heart of the matter -- v i c t i m  .  period .

In the immediate hours after the animal (according to the president) plowed through a bike lane on a beautiful fall afternoon in NYC  -- two things happened:  

1.  The mainstream media did everything possible to avoid calling the animal for what he truly is  -- a  Radical Islamic Extremist with ISIS ties and firm allegiance (knowledge of this almost immediately verified, according to the notes/and ISIS flag that remained in his truck). 

2.  And in widespread media reports, the eight victims were referred to as Americans.

IN reality -- five men were Argentine -- one Belgian woman -- and yes, two Americans -- one from New Jersey who worked at the World Trade Center, and the youngest victim, at the age of 23, lived in the West Village and was working his first real job.

Perhaps, due to my own personal connection to Latin America -- having my baby girl spend half a year in Argentina just last year --  this dichotomy of' relationship between good and evil, love and hate, here/not here becomes almost too great to reconcile.  It's as if these guys are one of my own (-- although, mathematically, let me just say, it would be impossible.)

But there they were -- nine Argentine guys -- celebrating life and thirty years after graduating from General San Martin college, in the bike lane, in New York City's Lower Manhattan, here, on American soil.   Go to this link, please, for the full story at BBC News - world-latin-america.

When my girl returned home from Buenos Aires with a backpack overflowing with memories, photos of her every move, taste buds delighted with every bite, and having, clearly, fallen in love with the city generally thought of as the Paris of South America....Deo volente, God willing, I was overcome with joy; naturally, suddenly feeling a sense of release and showing my relief in tears-- my baby responded with this:  Oh mama, nothing bad ever happens in Argentina.

And to this day, we both dream, in part, of returning to the place that nothing bad ever happens, together; imagining a beautiful life figuratively placed on a pedestal, or of another world entirely, clearly one that is divine, charming, dazzling in every way and the fashion to match; oh yes, two girls can dream.

It is just so immense, this sadness inside -- for the eight families who have lost a loved one after Tuesday's rampage, have suddenly, and without warning, without planning, without any sign from God  whatsoever,  have had all of their dreams come to a screeching halt.  Just like that.  In an instant.

Over thirty years, there are innumerable variables -- between the nine Argentine men bonding in school and graduating, to staying in touch, to building families and careers before coming to America for a visit with well laid plans to celebrate life and friendship and honoring a connection made for a lifetime...They were in Boston, then decided to go to New York City, and then decided to rent bikes, and then decided to go to the place they would meet the untimely and unconscionable intersection of good and evil.  Where is the good, God?  Where is it?

We could fall back on a couple Latin phrases for strength:  "quam bene referre, non"  "it is how well you live that matters, not how long."    "Non progredi est regredi", "to not go forward is to go backward."

For certain, quidquid Latine dictum sit altum videtur...."whatever has been said in Latin seems deep...sounds profound."  [again, in continuous recognition of a place called The Art of Manliness]

Speaking of manliness,
how about these two Latin phrases:  "si vis pacem para bellum'  "semper fidelis!"
As in, "if you want peace, prepare for war," and accompanied with "always faithful" -- proud motto of our very own U.S. Marines.

To think, the mayor of New York City, de Blasio -- has just responded to the president's call for the Islamic Extremist to get the Death Penalty, with this:  “I’m not someone who believes in the death penalty in general,” the mayor said at a news conference outside Stuyvesant High School Thursday. “I believe this is an individual who should rot in prison the rest of his life.” 

How non viriliter agite, eh?   De Blasio fashions his response to an enemy combatant with a general rule of liberal gobbledygook.  De Blasio -- An Islamic Extremist soldier drove his truck over innocents -- killing eight and wounding many more  -- and you can't see the direct action of lawful purpose, manifesting a cause and effect for the ages?  The actions of this radical deserves being answered like men --  with right reason, just cause, and in absolute order; eye for an eye is the only answer.  It separates the good from the evil with a clear line for all the world to witness.

Oh, there is more to say; but a bit of normalcy is calling my name.  
tempus fugit
time flies....

heavy sigh
I have a job to do, so I must go.

heavy sigh
The distraction will do me good.

heavy sigh
virtus tentamine gaudet
strength rejoices in the challenge
vivere est vincere
to live is to conquer

Make it a Good Day, G

Monday, October 30, 2017

It's a Day Feeling the Loss Thing

Dear America,

sorry for your loss.

think we have really hit bottom;
hoping, at least, we are getting close, right?

Can you even believe how far we have sunk, having a church council elect to take down its plaque honoring George Washington?  And not just any church -- it is Christ Church of Alexandria, where good old George, father of our country, was one of its founding parishioners, having paid for pew #5, being a loyal member who attended services for over twenty years.

From the post, as in, from the Washington Times (link, above):

“The plaques [one for George, another Gen. Robert E. Lee]  in our sanctuary make some in our presence feel unsafe or unwelcome. Some visitors and guests who worship with us choose not to return because they receive an unintended message from the prominent presence of the plaques,” the church leaders said in a letter to the congregation that went out last week.

seriously?  As I lay my coffee cup back down on the cardboard coaster advertising 
The Jefferson 
...as in, the hotel; 
and duly noting that the design, simply stating the hotel's name, is accompanied with the line,"AN AMERICAN LANDMARK SINCE 1895 RICHMOND, VIRGINIA"
Let's hope it stays; but  I digress.

Call me cynical, but would love to see the evidence of visitors and guests not returning due to feeling "unsafe or unwelcome" because of the plaques.  Maybe they weren't greeted properly?  Maybe, no one walked up to talk to them and said hello, or offered a cup of coffee?  Maybe, just maybe, one person in THIS day and of THIS age gave the little lowly visitor the wrong impression -- be it of the entire church or just a few of its members.   You know what they say, one bad apple can spoil the bunch, doncha know [as if apples even come in bunches].

But more than likely, this church, is victim of a higher fall -- allowing political correctness to undermine the integrity of what was once an honorable action of an earlier age --  an act bearing great significance in the course of American history, and marking for perpetuity, two men of high esteem in bronze.  

America has survived the battlefields of the Revolutionary War and the Civil War -- 

America has survived the battlefields of good and evil, large and small.

Speaking of bad apples, welcome to the Word from Isaiah 65:
8 God's Message: "But just as one bad apple doesn't ruin the whole bushel, there are still plenty of good apples left. So I'll preserve those in Israel who obey me. I won't destroy the whole nation. 9 I'll bring out my true children from Jacob and the heirs of my mountains from Judah. My chosen will inherit the land, my servants will move in. 10 The lush valley of Sharon in the west will be a pasture for flocks, And in the east, the valley of Achor, a place for herds to graze. These will be for the people who bothered to reach out to me, who wanted me in their lives, who actually bothered to look for me. 11 "But you who abandon me, your God, who forget the holy mountains, Who hold dinners for Lady Luck and throw cocktail parties for Sir Fate, 12 Well, you asked for it. Fate it will be: your destiny, Death. For when I invited you, you ignored me; when I spoke to you, you brushed me off. You did the very things I exposed as evil; you chose what I hate." 

so the logic back behind One Bad Apple perhaps depends on the perspective; perhaps, it all depends upon our own personal response, depending upon our own hearts and minds, and if we see things for the greater good,  acting on behalf of the greater good, and work for the benefit of the greater good above all else.  Sometimes, it may just be one bad apple; surely, there are plenty of good apples left..

The thing is -- the indictment of one bad apple doesn't have to reflect against the whole.

Case in point -- the low hanging bad fruit:  Manafort. Former campaign manager to the Trump campaign, and as such, part of the Russian Collusion/Mueller Investigation.   As soon as it was discovered that Manafort had some shady business dealings in his past, Trump fired him.  So let us not be afraid and take a look at this bruising blemish a little more closely, shall we?  GO TO THE PATRIOT POST.

Oh my -- why does everything lead us back to the Clinton's?

America can only wish for another real George Washington to show up, to lead us out of the mayhem, the mire, the cumbersome matters -- both large and small -- that lead us even deeper into temptation and trial, and all the while, accruing trillions in debt.

It's burdensome...and troublesome....letting the bad apples lead; as a whole, America is so much better than this.

We are not Harvey Wienstein, right?  Hollywood Correctness could only keep that quiet for so long...

We are not the NFL (although, in the olden days, it was sure good fun, wasn't it?  What a way to ring in the day, a Sunday afternoon, yelling and screaming for the common good and actually hurting nobody's feelings, respective of all, and to all a good time.   Those days are gone.  After the leftist infiltrated the sport, political correctness has pretty much taken over and killed it.).

We are not the likes of Kevin Spacey, offering up the unconscionable excuse, "I am gay;" as if that's why we should forgive him and move along as if nothing ever happened.  Although, about this Rapp guy -- must ask, why now?  The alleged sexual advance was made in 1986....and you say nothing until now?

But Really?  Seriously, Kevin Spacey -- who I happen to love to watch act, under normal circumstances, now you formally come out of the closet?

[Does he have a Hollywood star?  Cuz we best be pulling that out of the sidewalk, like yesterday.]

[And I'm kidding, by the way; begging the question, do his years of entertaining us so splendidly well really need to be erased?  Do we cancel House of Cards over this, or what?  Just trying to gauge what are the rules these days....What is the ratio of crime to counts to the number of years, to the number of charges, to the number of winners, to the number of losers, and how does it ultimately equate to a decision to allow or disavow?]

Speaking of Washington, once more, thank God we actually broke the chain and elected an outsider, like Trump; for without a doubt, Washington is a swamp; it is full of bad actors and bad seeds and bad apples -- and sometimes it's the bad apples who are in charge of deciding just who are the bad apples...  It's nuts, really.

I love my Instagram account; being private, I am only followed by who I want to follow me, and I follow only who I want to follow; picked through the bunch with a fine eye, only the truly worthy get on my feed.  Like for instance, the obvious winners:  Steven Furtick and John Gray and Joel Osteen; also, just because he really rocks -- The Rock; also, frenchie world, boston terrier love, juniperfoxx...to get my animalia fix; also,  cuz I'm a foodie at heart -- bon appetit, rapo4, andrew knowlton, pizzacamp, just to name a few; and of course, my friends and family.

The thing is, I get to pick and choose just who -- and this girl is pretty picky.  Only the good apples need apply.

And here we are.  Finally.
As we edge ever so closer to the thing itself....
America needs to be a wee bit picky, too.

But by all means,  not in such a way, in such extremes, as the Christ Church of Alexandria, Virginia.

In the big picture -- George Washington did more good, gave more good, and inspired more good, perhaps more than any other American, to date.   What's next, the Washington Monument?

just as I'm sitting here, coffee long gone, up pops a news notification:  "Fox News, Breaking News, House of Cards ending amid Kevin Spacey sexual harassment claim."

Perhaps we should just all line up, from one bad apple to the next, counting stars and unmasking blemishes, and see where we all end up...that should be fun.

and yes;
Fully aware this girl is babbling the day away, like the brook in the back forty who's only responsibility is to irrigate the orchard, the next generation of trees.

My mind is mushy like a bad apple; lines are tangled, like branches growing in and around each other over decades of disregard; and the only thing that gives me a sense of peace is knowing, really knowing -- that "ONE bad apple DOESN'T have to ruin the whole bushel."

It doesn't have to be this way.

But to fix things, would call for us to return to our roots.  And therein lies the rub.

It feels as if we should be giving our condolences already - - as it would seem, this thing called  America -- by all appearances -- oh, she's a goner.

All things having to do with our American heritage are being disparaged, erased, re-written, or buried into the basements of churches and foundations and museums, being left to rot; having been hijacked and ransacked by bad apples of leftist lineage, the America we know and love, and recognized the world over as the leader of the free world,  is being ripped up by her roots.

The fruit is but a symptom.  We are allowing bad apples to negatively impact the whole bunch.

We are the product of years of decay, really; it's no wonder it seems to be spreading at such a rapid rate; it seems every day one more bad apple joins the pile.  Until we learn to do the right thing for the right reason, from one to another, we will surely continue to reap a harvest of one bad apple after another.


i have nothing else to say, but

Make it a GOOD Day, G

Wednesday, October 25, 2017

It's a Collision Course of Stories Thing

Dear America,

To save time, let's assume I know everything

always a good way to start...

but you must know -- it's not that I really believe that, okay...
its like, half the time, this girl goes through hell and back just trying to figure out the proper use of the word, its -- is it it's or its ? It gives me a headache every time.  Having said that, if you are into rules, just go here.

Speaking of which, this girl can't wait for Kaepernick's book to come out.  A million dollar book deal!  Can you even believe it?  A million dollars!  And for what?  What story does he have to tell?
How his girlfriend twisted his little pee brain of his into thinking he could both raise awareness to his need for a better football contract (after deciding -- free will and all --  to go free agent, and dare I add, bringing a whole 'nother level to the phrase pee-wee football, badump ba) AND raise awareness to one of her favorite leftist causes, that police brutality is rooted in systemic racism -- and eventually growing into a full blown protest, using the national anthem as its leading protagonist. 

indeed.  that was a run on sentence.  shoot me.

But really now -- the thing is -- couldn't we all write Colin's story by now?  What is he going to tell us that we don't already know?  

We have watched his every move.
We have seen all the plays.
We could write his lack of a storybook ending from start to finish without skipping a beat, why? Because whining never prospers!  (And that's just the crib notes, k)

Kaepernick's pompous, imperious ego -- the one back behind the budding author of a million dollar book deal --  is evidence of an unfortunate transformation.  To think, after all these years, allowing for his natural humility to reign, respective of it being a team sport, and all -- practically sheltering his natural talent, impressive skills, hard work and rock star salary from the world;  its like, almost overnight, all the forces that were once with him, all collided on the field in full force against him. Oh what a reversal of fortune!

Oh don't get me wrong -- this girl is quite familiar with the kind of fuel that only a little sass can bring, okay?

I get it...I tend to start my day with as much of it as possible whenever I can.

What drives me crazy, though, is a sticky thing; it's called the truth.

1. The unrelenting anthem protests -- although enriched with the good idea to raise awareness for the common good in treating all people equally -- are actually based upon a lie (actually, make that multiple lies...but we've tackled that, here on the old gthing, one too many times before to rehash again, in the here and now.).  

2.  Before sitting on the bench, before taking his first knee, Kaepernick's own stats were on the decline.  

3.  As a general rule, what kind of all-American football team wants to pay a guy knee deep in controversy, and ripe with contempt, a salary of any kind --  let alone a handsome one?

4.  And here's the real kicker -- Kaepernick chose his path.  He elected to go free agent!  He elected to take his chances!  His little pee brain made him think he was worth more than he really was, naturally playing out a very simple principle of the free market.

5.  and about that claim of Collusion, the Lawsuit?


Now, speaking of collusion -- finally, we're here;  to the main fun and games we go....

Omaha, hut ....to the real collusion.

Russian Collusion.

It's just a nod to Never Trumper's on a whole 'nother level, right?  As in, it was never a Trump issue and always a Clinton/DNC issue.  Oh what a reversal of plays on top of plays on top of plays.

Truth is, the truth is never down for very long; with incredible stamina and agility and grace, the truth will ultimately have its day.

So that's the news, as told through the twisted brain of me...G!

the end.

Make it a Good Day, G

Tuesday, October 24, 2017

It's About the Place Where Good Endings Begin Thing

Dear America,

"Do not be misled:  
'Bad company corrupts good character.'"
1 Corinthians 15:33

it is awfully important to recognize that which we conform to, voluntarily and of our own volition, while doing this thing called life.

are we conforming to the  things of this world, putting all of our attentions to the places, people, things of this world...things that may, or may not, be out for our best interests --- or --- are we conforming to something Not of This World....something of a Higher Purpose under Heaven, preordained by God Itself?

As the Corinthians had come to know quite well -- all things go according to this law, one way or the other.

Bad company -- can truly be bad for us; thus, let us be alert, aware, cognizant of the company we keep.

In keeping with the fullness of proper understanding, that thing called company can look an awful lot like our thoughts, our friends, our families....our vices and our politics....our teammates and our co-workers.... and here's a real shocker -- even our loves.  That very company --  along with the entire community of company that we keep -- reveals just who we are right now, in this present moment, as well as, who we ultimately grow to become...somewhere down the road; both light and dark forces share the road, and it takes courage and strength to continually choose the right side. 

And it is no more different now, then it was in the day of Corinth.  Human nature is the one kind of constant we can all depend; it's human nature, it's human nature, it's human nature.

When the Apostle Paul traveled hundreds and hundreds of miles -- preaching the Gospel --  he chose to leave everything behind and make a career as a traveling salesman, of sorts -- selling something he truly believed, with every fiber of his being:  the Word and the Absolute Presence of God, in, and of, this world; it is the beginning and the end. 

In good company, hand in hand with God, Paul spent his days and nights spreading the good tidings of God's Grace, God's Promises, and God's Word; this became his entire focus.  And certainly, to know and experience God's Good -- His Grace, Promises, Word, and Love -- is to also know and appreciate God's conditions and expectations upon this world, upon us, living in the world that God made; to demonstrate that kind of love right back, by following in the ways, in the truths, of God, is the very least we can do, right?  [But the greatest, of course, is love :) [1 Corinthians 13:13]

Taking this kind of Apostle-lonian faith even further, is to believe that no matter what comes our way (the good, the bad and the just plain stupid), that in the end, everything comes together for our good.

God always has a plan for us.  And if we are distracted in the ways of this world, if we are not in alignment with our gifts, our purpose, the plan designed and mapped out by God, then things happen to get our attention...
Things begin to happen in order to bring about the deeper mission -- a mission only meant for us, individually, and rippling out in the collective.  And naturally, as we grow closer to God, this awakening, this path, becomes better illumined, and more defined.  Nothing in our lives should be of higher priority/reality than the actual walking, and loving, and living, in a life with God -- making God first, for all else shall be added unto you...

From one of my favorite spiritual gurus, Ernest Holmes, founder, and author, of The Science of Mind (which has nothing to do with Scientology, just FYI...) --

"God is not only an infinite Presence, the Spirit is also an indwelling reality.  The silent whisperings of this inner Presence come to each as a divine revelation, an inner communion of the individual spirit with the Over-Soul; that vast and invisible Presence in which we live, move, and have our being."

The Apostle Paul knew of these things, because the Apostle Paul lived these things accordingly; he knew of this kind of intimacy with God,  intimately and firsthand and without wavering, in spite of horrendous things happening to him throughout his life, doing the work of God.  Paul was unshaken -- even through beatings, imprisonment, troubles, hunger, sleepless nights...with every bit of it being hard work and often bringing pain and anguish (paraphrasing 2 Corinthians 6:3-6); it would seem correct to say, that the work Paul was destined to do, with an unfathomable kind of love and devotion, was the ONLY true company he meant to keep.

If only a t-shirt could have been marketed way back when, for it would read:  eat, speak, sleep G  [as in BIG G! not little me, g, okay]

Oh happy day...
It's Sunday!  
and so of course this girl will be all up in praise, giving it her Sunday best!

And that was where we left it.....on Sunday....and in a huff and a puff.

"RET ROW," (just being one of my favorite Scooby Doo lines ever).... It's no longer Sunday...it's not even Monday...it's now a Tuesday.  And a time warp has just snatched 48 hours from me like nobody's business.  What happened?

Computer Down is what happened...

Just as I was rolling along, almost singing a song, on Sunday afternoon -- suddenly, everything stopped.  The computer was having none of it; it logged off  Wi-Fi not to come back, no matter what coaxing and Spiritual Mind treatments this girl could muster -- and to add further mystery, not to be explained by even the likes of Microsoft some odd two hours later... ugh.

Then, after having left it alone, after a nap and a shot of Makers Mark, I came crawling on back --  crossing my fingers and toes and begging for leniency.  And boom.  Ping bada bing.  It can't be explained; it can't take away hours of frustration; it can't even make the day begin again on Sunday, pretending it never happened. 

Reality is, it's Tuesday.  And there is no fighting with reality here, right...

So this girl is heading straight back to center, returning to Holmes, in a little book called, This Thing Called Life:
 The Science of Mind teaches us to look for good instead of evil; to praise and not to condemn; to bless and curse not; to live each day as though the Spirit were guiding us; to have a firm conviction that we are counseled by Divine Wisdom and protected by Infinite Love.  We should at all times sense this overshadowing Presence and have implicit confidence in Its direction.

No matter what the doubts and fears of yesterday were, the affirmations of today may rise triumphantly over them.  If we persist in seeing beauty, beauty will appear.   Let us no longer weep over the mistakes of yesterday.  This is futile.  We must learn to forgive ourselves even as we forgive others.  Let us remember that 'each day is a fresh beginning, every day is the world made new'.''

Oh how essential the company we keep.

Lastly, before this girl must make her way to the rest of her busy day --- let me leave you with a really, really good read.  In one regard, it explains the company I like to keep -- linking with The Patriot Post; and in another, it explains the greater urge, deep inside, to further educate myself on how this great nation was made.  I firmly believe that these founders of ours, not only recognized the plan orchestrated by The Divine, but they also understood the great mandate before them, respective of each generation of ours being required to align, and fully unite, for the common good -- even knowing it was not a guarantee....as things happen.  Oh human nature, human nature, human nature...

1.  The Federalist Papers 230 Years Later.  yes, please. 
2.  Alexander Hamilton's Federalist Paper No. 1. 

It's just a good start to begin to explain how "bad company corrupts good character" and can be so vewy vewy bad for us, in so many, many ways.  But let us not weep over the mistakes of yesterday...or, even the last hundred years when this government of ours has gone completely off the rails, off the trails, and have landed completely upside down and ass backwards.  Not one thing can explain it -- for its innumerable. 

But please, let us not dwell here.

Let us go here, instead, for this is where good endings begin:

"There is a shelter of a rock in every man's soul."

Make it a Good Day, 
Keep Good Company,

Thursday, October 19, 2017

It's a Day to Ring True Thing

Dear America,

just dial wine - one - one


it can be so overwhelming sometimes...these days, these times...

sorta wishing we were still living in the day when the only out-of-town news we would get was by Pony Express, when it took forever and a day to arrive.  Just imagine living an entire day -- even a full week, a month, or two! --  with no news from neighboring states, let alone from across the pond or the opposite side of the globe.

my usual modus operandi is to make grand observations by beginning with one little thing; then that little thing usually turns into another; but my intentions are to eventually go big or go back to bed. In a perfect day -- on a clear day, on a good day --  this girl thinks more of the greater good than about little old me.

But having said that -- no matter if I go big picture for the greater good, or small to feed the inner pangs of my own humble fits and stings, rest assured every day on the old G Thing is a day speaking to the things that I, for one, need to be reminded of, if only to refresh my spirit.... to set me  free...and hopefully set me right side up once again, preferably sometime before noon.

And so what's your point, G?
Well, glad you asked; all of this muttering is just a long about way to explain how yesterday's blog --  being all about no worries and prancing with the lilies -- can be juxtaposed with today's cries... "just dial wine - one - one."  Seems this girl never runs out of hills and valleys; reaching new peaks or new lows, almost overnight.   Desperate times call for desperate measures, or at the very least, something to soothe our frantic thoughts, if only for a moment. At the end of the day, a glass of wine goes a long, long way, no?  Upon eagles's wings and a prayer never hurt either.

Having saved some sage advice via a fortune cookie, this day seems better than most to actually use it:  "A good beginning is half the task," it says.

For what does a good beginning actually accomplish?  It begins to explain things; it offers up a foundation; it sets the tone; it gives direction -- acting more like the north star or the magnetic pull of a compass; a good beginning illuminates a certain path and gives sustenance to keep up the effort putting one foot in front of the other until you arrive at the end, or to the place you intend to go.  A good beginning is only half the task...for you must keep going; a good beginning has only just begun!

The thing is, AMERICA personifies the good beginning like no other.  It explains our claims of exceptional birth, because according to the day, according to the times, according to all the world's history, AMERICA was the exception!  Our founders designed a Republic around a Limited Government, pronouncing a system with Checks and Balances through: the Executive Branch, the Congress, and the Judiciary.  America created a system of government, lo and behold, designed to make the INDIVIDUAL reign, indefinitely beholden to the things that individuals MUST do to keep it so, in order to secure its forever after --  things beginning and ending with good self-government and self-reliance. 

I say, beginning and ending with good self-government and self-reliance -- because without good self-government and self-reliance, we may as well be lost in some deep dark and vewy scarwy woods, with monsters that jump out from behind the trees, where the sounds that go bump in the night go boom and then some.

No, America, way back when, wasn't perfect in the beginning -- but show me any place, any country, any people, without imperfections, shortcomings, and issues, and I'll show you a place called Never Never Land or that place where Mr. Roger's Neighborhood met up with The Land of Make Believe, for that kind of land does not exist.  And make no mistake -- there was a day, in America, when even a five year old recognized this simple truth.

We all have to pull up our big girl (or big boy) pants one pant leg at a time -- and walk the talk.  It's as simple as that.

It is not lip service to recite the National Anthem or to Pledge Allegiance to the flag -- for this is a foundation upon which we unite, not crumble, and by all means, not protest.

It is not in our best interests to rip each other apart, like it's a sport -- via twitter, or facebook; for this takes social media into the realm of social destruction in a twinkle of the eye.

It is not okay to dismiss the good that goes around, fixated upon the little things that are not quite right; for in the end, the goal must be to cling to the things we have in common, building connections through compassion and understanding, and from this perspective, and this perspective alone -- meet the challenges of our communities together.  No two neighborhoods are really alike; and that is why many of the answers cannot be found going big and broad; the response must be unique, individually analyzed and resolved.  Our founders recognized this -- and everything from education to police protection to the weekly sermon must heed this truth and basic understanding in the spirit of just pure, good old-fashioned, common sense; the local power of the people, by the people, for the people, is the part and the parcel and the people and the pony in communion with one another that binds, with exponential benefits.

It is not okay to ignore the law -- break the law -- usurp the law -- or even misunderstand the law.  It is not okay to not know the truth about homicide in America, police brutality in America, crime stats in neighborhoods large and small.  As provocative as this may sound -- it is not okay to not recognize who is killing who in America, and why, no matter the how.   [This is where I would get out the trail mix and give you some links, but I think not; not today.  You have your own two legs so get on with it; nobody needs my help thanks to Google; besides this girl has been here before; hate to appear like we are just going in circles, right...teehee]

Murder is wrong, and illegal -- pick your poison; prostitution is wrong, and illegal, with or without consent; stealing a bike is wrong, and illegal; street drugs are wrong, and illegal; selling unlicensed football gear is wrong, and illegal; selling knock-off designer handbags is wrong and illegal -- buying one, knowing it is a knock-off, is equally wrong, and illegal.  Please tell me you are getting my point, or shall I go on....

The thing is -- today -- this girl is lamenting the loss of foundations, large and small.  Hence, the desperate call for wine -- one -- one (like stat)  upon the heading.  Oh sure, it's not even noon, so it will have to wait; the point is, a vicious pour is straight ahead and we should make landfall some time around 5 p.m. PST...but I digress while making rapid good time, doncha know.

America's good beginning is fully dependent upon each generation to know it, uphold it, honor it, cherish it, and make good on the mandates made certain and nonnegotiable to each and every one of us, separately as individuals,  and collectively... as whole communities, as country, as homeland; it is of no excuse not to know the necessity of good self-government and self-reliance being of firm duty, from one to another.  It is not up for debate.  It is a duty -- America's foundation was designed just that way, no lie (doubters look it up).

Nobody ever said it would be a cake walk; it is a duty, to God and to County, that never ever, never ever, lets up.  It is part of the permanent, long term, generational treasure map.  If we get to the end of life on this planet, being caretakers of this exceptional land, and feel good about how we participated in the protection and safe keeping of this land is your land and mine, then it is a good day, indeed; we have done our part.

So let me leave you with this, as a little pick me up, as a way to lead us through the forest of the next day or two aligned with a clear guide, one in keeping with a united front, from one to another, and with, or without, a full bodied red red wine with a side of whine  -- and it comes courtesy of The Quiet Mind:

Be true.  
This is the essence of the spiritual life.  
The note of the spirit 
is sounded on the higher planes, 
and the knocks you receive in everyday life
 are to test you, 
whether you can ring true.  
To ring true you must always 
sound the note of God, 
or good, 
which is within you.

that's all i got for this day; at the end of the day, as individuals -- we have the capacity to know right from wrong, legal or illegal, without anyone telling us so; when we have the courage and wherewithal  to be our own best mitigator and litigator -- being the sole navigator of all our days --- BEFORE...
every breath you take
every move you make
every bond you break
every step you take
every news you fake,
then consider the other half  of the task well done.

yeah, it stings a little, huh :)

Make it a Good Day, G