A Bird’s Wings

A Bird’s Wings

Her name is Susan, and she is a Canary, but she had never heard A Bird’s Wings.

A Canary? You ask? Like Canary?

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Susan is not a bird, but in a manner of speaking, yes, she is a Canary. Like me.

Did I tell you before? At one time they used to take canaries down into the coal mines. If the canary got sick, or died, the coal miners knew they better get out, and quick. Susan is a modern-day Canary. But I’m afraid, there just aren’t that many people listening.

She came to visit me at my campsite north of Benson. She was desperate. Raggedy shoes, very thin clothes, very confused, and did I mention desperate? Even after she got there, she wanted to run, because she felt like she was in a really bad area. I told her what was happening, was she was actually in a very good area, and her body was thankful and detoxing.  Which would be pretty tough for a day or two. She had been spending most of her time in Tucson, so being out in the country anywhere would feel better. But it would also mean that her body would take the opportunity to detox as many of the chemicals and poisons, that she had been exposed to, over the last few months, as it could. When you’re already confused and dazed from all of those chemicals and toxins, like, other people’s, shampoo, conditioner, deodorant, petrochemicals, exhaust, fabric softener, dryer sheets, laundry soap, or electromagnetic fields, like, cell phones, cell towers, smart meters, Wi-Fi, and soon-to-be 5G. Then of course there is always mold, and on and on the list goes. So many are Man-made chemicals or devices, that we are all around in this world, every day.  Most of you wouldn’t even think of this as a problem. But, Detoxing, for a Canary, can be a little too close to a nightmare.

I convinced Susan to stay for a night or two, so that her head would clear a little bit. It worked. She was able to hold a conversation by day two. As we were talking, a raven flew around both of us. She stop talking, and looked up. We both watched and listened to the sound of its wings in flight, as that beautiful black Raven went around us, circling us, at least five or six times. Susan had a smile on her face, for the first time, since I met her. It lit up her face and I realized, that she really was an absolutely beautiful young woman. Anxiety, fear, distrust, and confusion, all had her face contorted to the point, where it was really hard to know what she actually looked like. After the Raven flew away, she turned to me, with that gorgeous smile on her shining face, and said, that she had never heard a bird’s wings before!

Courtesy of Charles Smith The Curious Photographer. Neither Charles, nor I, are sure if this is a raven or a crow, but the picture was appropriate in so many ways. Flying out of Darkness, into the Light. Something that every Canary longs to do.

I spoke to her a few weeks later, and she told me that every time she goes out in the country, she has these beautiful Ravens circling around her. I told her, that I believed that was a gift from the Lord. So that she would know He was there for her. Just like hummingbirds for me, she now sees Ravens everywhere she goes. She is still desperate, she is still searching for a safe place to stay. Just like all of the canaries I know are searching. But every time she sees those Ravens, she now has a little hope.

Most of you can detox, from the toxins and poisons, in this world with ease. But there is a growing number of people who simply cannot. I’m going to include some videos from my doctor, and some links, that will give you a better idea, than I ever could, about what’s happening.

Environmental Illness, or Multiple Chemical Sensitivities, or Electrical Hyper-Sensitivity, are what most people, who are dealing with these issues, call it. I’ve never cared for any of those terms. If I say I am dealing with EI, MCS, or EHS, I usually get blank stares. So I tell people I am Allergic to the 21st Century! It makes people smile, and many times, people will say they are too, even as they are laughing. But the most important thing is, it actually opens a door for understanding.

The American Medical Association calls it Toxic Encephalopathy. However, their description is very limited, in some ways, to specific diseases, and really nothing like what we “Canaries” are actually going through.

The best description that I’ve seen, of what I have been experiencing, from a medical view point, is one my son, Charles, sent to me, from the American Academy of Environmental Medicine. By the way, if you are a Canary, my doctor recommends that you look on this site, for their list of doctors, to find the help that you need.

https://www.aaemonline.org/chemicalsensitivity.php

I have also included a few videos from Doctor Michael Gray in Benson Arizona. He is my doctor and he is one of the foremost authorities on this disorder. If you click on the icon, in the bottom left-hand corner of any of his YouTube videos, you will be able to see a list of all of the videos that he has done.

https://youtu.be/FpW0Pn-H6iU The Rosetta Stone

https://youtu.be/-Krz8Umqpxo Hypertoxicity Health Condition

https://youtu.be/lRn4x6tEVLU EMF Electromagnetic Field Condition

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This Biotoxin Pathway Chart was created by Dr. Ritchie Shoemaker, a real Pioneer in this area, who Dr. Gray speaks about, in one of his videos. This chart is prominently displayed in Dr. Gray’s office. This is a website that will help to explain the chart.

One time, when my son , Charles, came with me to see, Dr Gray, as he has done often, he asked Dr Gray about my Rosetta Stone. Dr Gray told Charles, ” Your mother is dealing multiple chemical sensitivity, electrical hypersensitivity, and she is also extremely sensitive to mold.” He went on to say “Basically, you need to find a cave for your mother to go and live in!” My son, Charles, who has an irrepressible sense of humor, thought about that for a minute, looked at me, and said, “Mom, you’ve won the Trifecta!” LOL I have no idea where he gets that bizarre sense of humor from. Okay, maybe a little bit from me. My, oft times, twisted sense of humor, has helped me to maintain balance through all of this nonsense. It could possibly be that some of it has rubbed off on my son!

Seriously? I do hope this information will help you get a better idea about what so many people are dealing with in our world today.

As you know, I can’t be out here, online, very often these days. But Susan has been on my heart, and is in my prayers. It has been months since I told her I would try to write this post, when I asked if I could use her first name. I know that she is still desperate.  I know that she is still searching. Just like all of the other people that I know who are out here on the Road, searching, for that next safe place. Praying, maybe this place might work out.

I’ve come to realize for myself, that staying in one place, for any length of time, gets me into trouble, in one way, or another, physically. There just is no perfect place. At least not that I can get to. I really don’t think anyone can understand what this is like, until you actually meet a Canary, and have actually seen what can happen.

Even my little church, who cared about me greatly, had no idea how badly chemicals can affect my world. I had been singing at a little local church in Snowflake, Arizona for a few months, and loving every minute of it! Then we moved to a new building, and I knew it would be difficult, but I wanted to try anyway. My dear friend, Diane, took me to church, so that I wouldn’t have to drive afterwards if it got bad. We went early, so if it got bad, I wouldn’t disrupt the service. I only lasted for about 15 minutes. I walked in, happy, joyful, glad to see everyone. I sat next to an open window. I started stuttering a little bit, then my voice started getting hoarse. I knew I was starting to get into trouble, but I was determined to try and make it work. Unfortunately, after 15 minutes, I was desperately trying to keep from crying, I couldn’t walk straight, I had to have help to get out to Diane’s van, and it took a couple of days for me to recover from that one episode.

What was wrong with the building? It could have been anything. It had carpet which has formaldehyde in it. They cleaned with really nasty chemicals like bleach, it could be because they used air fresheners of some kind, or any of the usual things that regular people clean with, in a building. It was an old building, it could be there was mold in the building. I still don’t know. I usually don’t know what’s happened. Most people don’t have a problem with those items, at least they think they don’t. But if you have fibromyalgia, or chronic fatigue, or some kind of immune disorder, you might want to read these links and listen to these videos A Little Closer. That’s how it all starts.

For me, and most of the canaries that I know, being around any of the items in that list, and so many more, is debilitating, and sometimes even deadly. In reality? My case is very mild. I am extraordinary grateful that I am actually able to still be out in the world.

There’s one lady that I know that cannot leave her farm at all. But she is able to walk now, since moving there, and go out and garden, and take care of her family and she’s extraordinarily grateful for the all the Lord has done in her life. The most heartbreaking thing about her situation, is the local electric power company is go to install smart meters. Which means she, and her family, will either have to move again, or find some other way to protect her.

One of her good friends is confined to one room in her home. Her husband brings her what she needs. She’s only able to eat liquefied organic peas. Yet she praises the Lord for all of the wonderful things that He has done in her life.

Another sweet friend has to sleep in a little canyon to be able to get sleep at all. Her better half has to help her get into a little cocoon so she doesn’t freeze to death in the winter. Yet she still makes the most beautiful artwork and finds time to help other people.

I felt like I had the rug jerked out from underneath of me, one more time.  I had to leave Snowflake.  It turns out there’s a lot of uranium dust in the Snowflake area  and I didn’t know how devastating it would be to my diabetes numbers. But I too, am very grateful to the Lord, because I finally had a question answered, that I had been asking for nine years.  How on Earth did I wind up with diabetes in just 3 weeks?  The day before the cancer surgery, almost 10 years ago now, they checked my hba1c, three times, and it was at 5.4 each time. Totally normal. Three weeks later, after receiving my fourth and most massive dose of radioactive iodine, which comes from, you guessed it, uranium, my hba1c was at 9.0!  I have been fighting that bear ever since.

When I shared the heartache side of that story, in tears, with one of my closest friends, she told me that she I knew exactly what I was going through. She can no longer count the number of times, that she has left a place, that she thought might work out, in tears.  Realizing, once more, that she was going to be on the road, and On The Run, once again.

There are so many people who are dealing with this, that I know personally, whose stories I haven’t even mentioned here, who are so much worse off than I am, that I feel I have no right to tell you, very much of that side of my story.  Yet I wanted you to know, there are Canaries out there, and they are getting sicker, and they are dying.

Dear Gentle Reader.

We need to listen.

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Do I really look that good?

Do I really look that good?

Hi Everyone,

I am going to be off line, both phone and tablet, most of the time. Which is an improvement over the last six months or so. I am well enough again to be traveling on my own! Yippee! I would really like to keep it that way so that my son, Charles, does not have to come to my rescue, once again.

I am currently in Flagstaff and looking at the possibility of heading for the ocean! Whether that’s going to be the Pacific Ocean, or Overseas, is still up for debate! Yes, I am seriously considering going overseas. We’re going to see if I have enough, from my retirement funds, to make that a possibility. (I have a bunch of doctors who knew, I would, Never, make it past three months, let alone another another 6 years!) One of the ways that I can ensure that I can continue to take care of my little world, all by myself, is to stay off the tablet and the phone. Using any cellular device, severely, affects my health. Especially in this country. Countries overseas, have much stricter regulations, about how much EMF and RF output is allowed.
What? What do you mean America is doing something very poorly compared to the rest of the world?

I am glad you asked!

It looks like those numbers are getting smaller, but please take note of exactly where the decimal points are living!

In the meantime? By the grace of the good Lord, and my son’s good eye, I now have a great little computer that actually works on the internet, via ethernet! I will only be checking my emails, Facebook, my WordPress posts, and doing most of my research, when I can get some place that I can use an Ethernet landline for my computer. This is going to be a new way of dealing with my online communication with you and the world. I will have to do some initial investigations into where I can actually access an Ethernet landline, so bear with me if it takes awhile for me to respond.

Now for some more bragging rights! My son took some pictures that made me look wonderful!

Several friends wondered, if I was scared being around all of that Cactus! I must admit, I was a little nervous about being around all of those cholla teddy bear cactus! These were taken in the Cholla Forest North of Benson Arizona. I wouldn’t even let my little, Macha, out of the van! I really can’t answer the questions about, do I really look this good? Some of my friends were hoping that I was as well, as my pictures looked? I am definitely much better, however, my son is an excellent photographer, and I suspect that he was making mom look good in these photo’s!

I am so grateful to be back on my own again. I love my son dearly, but we both need to live our own lives! May each of you appreciate the health that you have! For those of you who are struggling with health issues, and especially for those of you who aren’t, please know that Joy is a choice. No matter what the circumstances. You can find Happiness and Joy, by choosing to seek out the beauty in life! I honestly believe that all of the issues, and those little “Bumps in the road” that I have had in my life, have helped me to appreciate Joy, Happiness, and Beauty, even more. I have happiness and joy in my life! Now? I am hoping to find more fulfillment. As my good friend, Pastor Walt, said in his recent sermon, fulfillment is what we need to be looking for, and the only way to find true fulfillment is in Christ.

What Are You Looking For?

Philippians, my favorite book in the whole Bible, reminds us:

Philippians 4:4-9

4 Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! 5 Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. 6 Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 7 And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

8 Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. 9 Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.

May the Lord bless each of you, in this incredible journey called life!
Today!

Today!

My son, Charles, wrote a beautiful post on Facebook, which included one of the photos he had recently taken, that deeply touched my heart. When he speaks of, the last day that he was there, he was talking about the beautiful place where I had my garden. The land we stayed at for almost 7 months, before had to leave. I wanted to share his post with you, because it has helped me on my journey.

“Good day everyone! I hope you are all well. Let’s start things off with a lovely image of this tree!

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Photo by Charles L A Smith

I had passed by this tree dozens of times going to and from the place we were living. It took until the last day I was there before I finally decided to shoot it. Had I done this earlier who knows what else I might have come up with before the end. My point being, and I have to remind myself of this all the time, is that if you see something you want to shoot, do it! I know we all have things to do and life gets in the way but this was a literal 5 minutes of shooting time. I don’t regret what I got. I’m quite satisfied with it actually. And even though I probably wouldn’t have felt a great deal of regret missing this shot, having any regret, even small ones, can be too much to bear.

So go out and get that shot you keep thinking about! 5 minutes is nothing compared to how long you’ll regret not doing so.” Written by Charles L A Smith

Charles, reminded me that we need to stop! Even if its only for a few minutes, to appreciate those moments, in this adventure  called life, that are special. I have been on a difficult path, and it has been very hard to find my way. But these last few days, I have been reminded of how much I actually have. When I woke up this morning, to let my little, Macha, out, I was hurting so badly, that I almost closed the door and laid back down again.  But the beauty of the moment captured me. I chose to open my door back up. It turns out, it was not just the door to my trailer, that I opened, but the door to my heart, to my mind, and to my soul. That choice, gave me the opportunity to share these words with you.

It is so beautiful up here.

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I can see for miles, across rolling valleys that have no end in sight.

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I have views that are encompassed by vast mountain ranges.

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Some far away, and those close beside me.

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The sun coming up over the mountains is so incredible up here, in this lovely place. The wonderful Stillness. Quiet, that is only graced by the gentle hum of bees, and the delightful chirping and flutterings of tiny birds. There is peace up here, breathing the pure air. Feeling the gentle breeze, that brings the delicate scents of the desert flora. Being at one with the earth, brings me to a place of such gentle Joy. Watching little rabbits, pause, as they hop amongst the Mesquite. They too, accept the beginnings of another, Today. All of nature waits, for the sun to caress the misting of dew, resting on the desert floor, as it makes its glorious transit across the heavens. A path which was set, by the good Lord.

Philippians 4:4-8 tells us,
Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again. Rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the Peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
 
Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable— if anything is excellent or praiseworthy — think about such things. 
I find thinking about such things, so much easier to do, out here in the incredible expanse of God’s creation. I find I am content, to follow the path that my Lord, has laid out before me, when I take time to truly experience the world He gave us. Knowing that my time, like the time of this good earth, is under His control. Understanding that His Word, which guides the sun in the sky, is also the lamp for my feet, gives me the strength I need, once more, to run the good race.
I am overcome with tears, by the incredible beauty of, Today. I wanted to share this moment with you, Gentle Reader. I pray that you too, are looking for reasons to Rejoice! No matter what your circumstances, no matter how difficult, or dire, your path may be, trust in the Lord, and you too, will know, that opening your door, to Joy, is indeed, a choice!

Fighting Like…?

Yup. You guessed it! Fighting like cats and dogs!

My beautiful new kitty now has a name thanks to a very dear friend.

Meet Mouser!

However.

The situation between my beautiful little, Mouser, and my beautiful little, Macha, is a bit more than, just a little tense! Let’s just say that their first meeting did not go very well! But I’m hoping that they can, eventually, work out their differences! Thank goodness, Macha, cannot jump as high as she used to be able to. She is 13 years old now. Even though it was, Mouser, who was hanging off of the top of the pole, Macha, was definitely, the loser!

Macha, was on the inside of the fence and the little kitty was on the outside of the fence. Macha, wanted the kitty, needed the kitty, loved the kitty, but I’m guaranteeing you, it ain’t the right kind of love! That little kitty is only 5 months old, but she stood her ground. She reached right through that fence and batted at Macha. Bap, Bap, Bap, Bap, Bap! It was so fast that I thought the kitty had moved into Ninja mode!

Then, Mouser, jumped up on top of the fence pole and glared at, Macha, and growled. I didn’t realize it, when I was taking this picture, but, Macha, got a little cut right on the inside of her eye. Fortunately, she did not get the eye itself!

Thank goodness it was not as bad as it looked. Unfortunately, Macha, is not a good learner. She was going back for more!

I even tried letting Mouser, come into my little camper while holding onto Macha, for dear life! Not the cat’s life! I was holding on to Macha, to avoid another bloodletting!

As you can see, Mouser, is not the one with an attitude problem! My beautiful little kitty is back in the van for now. We will see how it goes. Oh my!

In reality? Even though my beautiful little, Mouser, is the most adorable, and loving, little kitty I have ever met, I really could not have the cat in here with me anyway.

There’s just not enough room for me, and Macha, and a cat, and a kitty litter box! But, I am hoping and praying that they will at least learn how to tolerate each other! Over the last few weeks, it seems like the little kitty has adopted the van as home. When I go out in the morning, and open up the doors, she can come out, but she goes right back in the van, and sits up on the dashboard, or the fridge, and warms up in the sunshine!

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We interrupt this broadcast to bring you a special Bulletin!

Cancer Be Gone!

Dr. Gray was happy to report that the lumpity bumps, that were around my collarbone, that were not supposed to be there, are now officially gone! 🙂

I am so extraordinarily grateful!

We will now take you back to your regularly scheduled program! 🙂

Idiotic Idioms!

Idioms
Idiom: noun: a group of words established by usage as having a meaning not deducible from those of the individual words (e.g., rain cats and dogs, see the light ).

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.
In for a penny, in for a pound.
Don’t bite the hand that feeds you.
On another wild-goose chase.
Pure as the driven snow
Diamond in the rough
A different breed of cat.
Don’t get the cart before the horse.
My knight in shining armor.
Out of the frying pan, into the fire.
A pig in a poke
A rolling stone gathers no moss
A wolf in sheep’s clothing
Open a can of worms
Two peas in a pod
A bull in a china shop
A chip off the old block
Barking up the wrong tree.
Curiosity killed the cat.
Close, but no cigar

That’s the prompt that was presented at River Writers. It is a group that meets once, every month or so, to enjoy time together, writing! I’ve never been to a writer’s club before, but it sounded intriguing. Here is part of the email that was sent out, that made me feel like I could go, and not feel like a total idiot, amongst others, that are, no doubt, more gifted in their writing skills.

Come if you care to test yourself, in a friendly atmosphere, writing spontaneously off of a prompt given at the beginning, or writing anything at all that you wish, in the company of friends and neighbors who are doing the same. All are invited. All are welcome. Hope to see you.

After all. Why else would you go to a writer’s club, unless you loved to write. Then I realized that I love to write, even though I’m not always that good at it. I told everyone there, that I was not really a poet, or any good at prose, but I could tell a story, and everyone said it was fine to just tell a story. When I read all of the different idioms, I started to laugh to myself, because I realized I could tell a story with these idioms, and then I wanted to challenge myself, and figure out how to put all of those idioms into one story.

Idiom Idiocy

Is he my knight in shining armor or just a pig in a poke.

Perhaps he’s a diamond in the rough, or a chip off the old block

I know he’s not as pure as the driven snow but he’s no wolf in sheep’s clothing.

Am I barking up the wrong tree or would we be two peas in a pod?

They say curiosity killed the cat, but in for a penny in for a pound!

Am I jumping out of the frying pan and into the fire, and on another wild goose chase?

The last time I opened a can of worms, it was close, but no cigar.

He might be a bull in a china shop, or a different breed of cat.

I’m the rolling stone that gathers no moss, so don’t get the cart before the horse!

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, so don’t bite the hand that feeds you!

I grant you those last couple of lines may seem a bit contrived, but they actually do work, if you live in my strange world! We only had a half an hour to write, after the prompt. It took me about 10 minutes to come up with that silly bit of prose. Even as I was writing it down just now, I thought of a dozen ways to make it better, but I left it just the way it was, when I wrote it, so you could enjoy my nonsense too. I put down my little book, I sat back, and I said out loud, “That was fun!”. It’s when I spoke out loud, that I realized there was such wonderful silence. I had a chance to sit there quietly, with others, and watch the geese swimming in the pond. Something that I’ve been wanting to do, since I first came out here, and simply hadn’t had the time. As I was sitting there looking around, at some of the young ladies, and men, it made me think about that Knight in Shining Armor, on so many ladies minds, or that Princess in a Tower, that men may dream of, and I got a little bit more serious. Thinking about what I might want, or what any of us might want, in a husband, or a wife. So I picked up my pen, and I wrote this next short piece.

Is There Such a Man?

A knight in shining armor. Is there such a man?

Sir Galahad of old. A proper gentleman.

Perhaps he’s just a myth? A fairytale of yore.

Dashing to your rescue! But I want something more.

A man who’s been through trials. Who knows he has his faults.

Who’s learned from his mistakes. A man who’s worth his salt.

Everyone was invited to read what they had written afterwards, and I asked to read mine first, so that I could be done being embarrassed, by the time everybody else had read theirs! It was a lovely time. Everyone was very kind. One gentleman even noticed that I had added one more idiom, as the last line of my more serious form. As the other people there read, and not everyone did, I was impressed with the extraordinary Talent that lives along our River. The leader for this session, had taken a lot of the idioms and turned them into all kinds of different fun. Then there was one young ladies Idiom stew, that you could eat, and there was idiom stew, where he took the idioms and stirred them all together. One lady told a story about a kitty cat that had nothing to do with any of the idioms, but was absolutely delightful. One of the younger girls had written such a powerful deep poem. One wrote such a good story, that we all want to hear chapter two next time. Another gentleman, of eighty plus years, wrote about his life, and the changes that he had seen since television came into being, that moved all of us. One lady wrote a post for a Blog that she’s just started, a funny, but true, excerpt from her Farm Life. One that truly touched my heart, was a poem about grief, that a gentleman wrote. He wrote that grief was as pure as the driven snow. He was apologizing because everyone else had written things that were so much fun, and his was so filled with sorrow. One of the ladies there said it would be a very good contrast. So he shared it with us. I told him that it touched me, deeply, because it made me realize, all over again, that it’s okay to grieve. I told him I usually hide my sorrow in humor, or try to present some of the harder things about my life, with the funnier side of my journey. That even when I was writing the more serious side, it was hard to go on, because the grief was… Then. I couldn’t say anything else. But, he smiled, understanding, and said “Because it was welling up from inside.” I smiled and nodded. It was a wonderful and precious time, spent with other people who love the power of the written word.

There was one other aspect about this time, that I need to share with you. I realized that I was hesitating going, because I was going to be doing something, that was just for fun. I have been trying to squish any kind of fun thing to do, like visiting with friends, into my time when I have to go into town. As a result, my time was usually Limited, not just in the amount of time that I would have, but also in how I was doing, because I was trying to fit so many things into a day. I have been so concerned about funds, and rightfully so, that I have tried everything I can, to limit everything that I’m doing, to what is absolutely, and strictly, necessary. I also realized, that I had hesitated to go in the first place, because it’s been so difficult for me to write. All of the confusion and chaos that the toxins of this world cause in my mind, are slowly being cleared up. To be able to write again, is a wonderful thing! To be able to share that with others, is priceless.

When I was listening to the sermon on Sunday, after going to this lovely writing party on Saturday, the pastor had a question for us. What does the good Lord want you doing, today, or next week? As I was praying, two things came to mind. I thought that I would share them with all of you, so that you would know that I have two distinct goals in mind. It’s called accountability, and I hope that you, Gentle Reader, will help me be accountable.

First. Despite the fact that I am doing a lot of walking out here, already, I need to have a scheduled time of walking, with my little Macha. My goal is to be able to get to the mailbox and back. It’s not that far, it’s probably only about a quarter of a mile, one way, but there are some very steep hills, which have been very difficult for me for a long time. I know that I can walk that distance and back, on flat ground, because I just did it on Saturday. It’s the hills that are a challenge. That would be a personal Triumph!

The other thing that came to mind? I need to, finally, sit down, and write that book. The one that the good Lord has been nudging me about, for such a long time. I have lost track of just how many people have told me, that I really need to write a story about my life. The interesting part, is that each time they ask, or tell me, that I need to write, it’s about a separate aspect of my life. Some people want to know about my time on the road as an entertainer. Many people want me to write about the life that I’m leading now, living in my tiny little camper. Others want to know about how I came to know Jesus. Those stories are so intertwined, that I think it will end up being a book about my life of Joy, in Christ. Because ultimately, He has been the Author, of my journey. Whether anyone reads it or not, I think it would be good to write about the amazing and joyful things, and even the hard and painful things, that have all been a part of this crazy thing, called life!

I’ve been praying about it, and there is one more thing, that I really would like to accomplish, before the good Lord brings me home. I would like to be able to record my music.

Until next time, Gentle Reader.