Items in the Garden of Health


Winter Squash. 20
Organic Peppers. 2 Trays
Organic Lettuce. 2 Trays
Watermelon. 1 Tray. 4 Cups
Cuccumbers. 9 Cups
White Russian. (Kale) 3
Arrugula. 13

Jubilandka Peppers. 4 Cups
Kale. 16 Cups

Garden Beans. 22
White Seeded Lettuce. 8 Trays
Black Seeded Lettuce. 10 Trays 1 Pot
Garden Tomatoes. 17 Cups
Roma Tomatoes. 4 Trays
Organic Tomatoes. 2 Trays

Parsley. 8 Trays
Basil. 2 Trays
Oregano. 1 Tray
Thyme. 7 Cups
Chives. 10 Cups
Dill. 5 Trays (Not Full)

My Dog Died and came back to me in a dream, after dying in another one.

My Dog Died and came back to me in a dream, after dying in another one.

                                                      

Life is so funny. And strange. And complicated.   And sinister.

 

My little Peek-a-Poo died in my arms in 2011. I thought my world was coming to an end.  Just the feeling of the partner I had had for 14 years, the longest of any relationship of mine, had to permanently rest in my savior’s arms.  When I uttered the words, “I Love You, Cassi,” she opened her eyes for the first time after being carried in to the room I was waiting for her in.  Her fur was still as gorgeous as it was when I selected her from the now-weaned pack.  I never cried so much and for so long.

 

I can’t begin to tell of the most horrible thing I heard when I called home to advise them of what happened. Only a person who didn’t know anything about compassion would carelessly deliver their condolences in a way that even God would shutter.  Believe it or not, this person really believed in their message.  A message to crush me.

 

The house I moved into, after relocating there from Georgia, definitely had a spirit that wasn’t very welcoming. One mouse made itself visible.  At least one or two others let their presence be known.  The water wouldn’t drain in the bathtub upstairs.  The power would go out when the power downstairs wouldn’t.  I always felt watched.  I even felt someone or some thing try and force me to turn over in bed.  Had I done this, I truly think I would have to find a new word for terrified.  It was even colder in the back part of the house I occupied.  That part was the bathroom and closet area.  I even noticed that I could neither bring in money or save money.  Sounds silly, doesn’t it?  No matter what I did, nothing seems to hold any permanence.  One summer evening, while Cassi was staying at a friend’s, a young child entered my upstairs abode and lifted my wallet, while I was sleeping in the room right off from the stairs.  According to the police officers who alerted me from the other side of the cut-screened door, it was a suspicious 15 year old boy they found down the hill.  He was stopped and frisked after fleeing the site of the police officers.  Because my address was correct on my driver’s license, it was able to find me.  Had that young person had an aggressive and explosive mind, would I still be here?

 

After that account, there was no need to testify. The kid was sent to a juvenile center.  I was sent into delirium.  Was there a greater force with me than the one I actually felt in that upstairs apartment? The compassion ran rampant. 

 

I often had dreams of Cassi sleeping next to me after her departure. My feet nudged her and I awakened.  She had not yet “crossed-over,” I guess.  Her energy was still there.

 

Nursing Class had been cancelled the day Cassi died.

I went back home and tried to rest after reviewing notes. Cassi looked ill when I picked her up my friend’s place.  He had another dog that Cassi got along with quite well.  However, she looked so frail after that short stay.  At home, she ate what she could.  She drank what she could.  That day, still haunts me.  My baby couldn’t even go to the bathroom properly.  I lay down after I made sure Cassi was secure.  I thought it would be for a short period of time.  There was no tossing and turning.  The next thing I knew, the alarm was going off and I kept trying to rise after turning it off.  But, something wouldn’t let me get up.  My body felt weighed down to the point of being held down through hypnosis.  Then, I broke free.  I called out to Cassi before I hit the door casing.  Horror hit me when I looked to the left to see Cassi panting in her floor-bed and her tongue hanging out of her mouth.  I never knew I could descend stairs without touching them.  She was in my arms when my family member opened the door to ask me what was wrong.  With tears in my eyes, it was suggested that I call 911.  Time was of the essence.  911 would take too long.  Besides, the animal hospital was very close by. 

 

That was the last time I saw my baby alive.

Call 911 followed by the most callous statement ever…by a family member.

 

I moved from that house in the summer of 2012. My health was deteriorating, but I was enthusiastic about my new move right across the street.  Cassi loved to lick my toes.  It’s just something she did when she saw my bare feet.  Why wouldn’t I feel her lick my toes, now, in this new place?  Yet, there was no feeling of her presence or no dreams to remind me of her.  The dreams didn’t start until I began staying over at a friend’s place.  First, Cassi appeared in the road out of nowhere.  I looked away, looked back, and she was gone.  The next dream found me following my beautiful, healthy Cassi up a flight of stairs.  She, of course, made it to the top sooner than I did.  What was strange about that dream was, when Cassi reached the top, she looked back at me, with her tongue out, smiling, as if to be sure I was following her.  As I continued ascending, I noticed a colorful light ahead.  Cassi disappeared.  I never reached the top of the stairs.  

 

In the latest dream, I opened a closed door to find Cassi lying in her bed, panting with swollen eyes, but in the same state I witnessed her in before her real death: 12/15/11.  This time, I closed the door to her room and let my guests know that she was dying.  Why did I do that?  What was the message she was sending me?  What was the lesson that I had to learn?  Who or what was sending me this message?  If I am to think that she was “crossing-over,” I would have to ask if people (she was my child) could keep returning after crossing-over the first time.  Cassi and I were always together.  Now, I am alone and no longer in communication with the first person I met after her leaving.  When I was in a relationship, Cassi was happy and healthy.  What is it that I’m supposed to know?

If Ever met Never


Classy impositions

Obstructed by cruel intentions

The masses live for pretensions

The clergy orchestrates superstitions

              

Flow

Does the fountain of youth

Spewing freshness

Trickling truth

 

If ever

Met never

Dare one say, What Ever

In a manner all too clever

 

When the bell rings

Inside the Watchtower

A lonesome dove sings

Exposing its true power

 

Rumble does the Earth’s belly

Letting the sky know it is craving

Life too strong for the telly

But remain do the steady all worth saving

 

Words delivered

Not by the weak or quivered

From a Book of purity

Undeniable in its surety

 

Careful one must be

To not skew or change one meaning

Though all that is down, not all can see

Let the heart rule the mind for better screening

 

Then when the bell rings

All  of Heaven sings

And He shines down on His creation

Granting the faithful real love salvation

The Same Song


Same song

Every night

When I feel like dancing

You just wanna hold me tight

 

I can dance alone

It’s probably better anyway

This is like keeping me on the phone

But partying lets me say,

 

I want to be free

To move from here to there

I want to be free

In a world that doesn’t care

  As long as I share

I want to be free

Still closer to thee

I want to be

What freedom has for me

 

If I twirl too much

Don’t be quick to think I’m dizzy

Just because I move when you try to touch

My hand, and I hear you say, “Is he always this busy?”

“Do you always have to be this busy?”

 

What if I don’t want to stand or sit still

All the time, it’s just not enough

Maybe it’s not my will with so much time to kill

Making life more rough with lifeless stuff

 

My dance floor is the earth’s store

And it gives me so much more when I don’t sit still

Like biting into an apple’s core

The seeds inside are like a pill,

     keeping peace at will, seeds that thrill

 

 

 

 

Change the song

And you’ll see my new clothes

Sure as the day’s gone long

Even the Emperor holds a white rose

 

Change the tune

I’ll help you learn to step right

I’ve been to the moon and you can soon

If you stop putting up a fight and follow the light

 

I Tried To Be Perfect


You put me here

 for a reason

though it may not have been

the right season

I had no fear

 

I listen to the sound

Of their voices

And what I found

Were many, different choices

 

Some found their own way

Others refused to say

Lives floated like a bay

Awakening to fears and pain every day

 

I did my best

To pass your test

But as my heart and smile reflect

I tried to be perfect

 

Though it was my mind

That kept me kind

More indifference

Would I find

 

But I can’t blame them

For another sad church hymn

Souls don’t change with time

They’re just the blind leading the blind

 

If I ask for rest

After I confess

Will you shed your light

With all your might

 

I did my best

To pass your test

But as my heart and smile reflect

Father, I tried to be perfect

 

An idea requires a Light Bulb


 

 

Before going to print

it arises from every side

Perhaps an index tap

  to the temple

Shalom

  a bowed head with closed eyes

atop vertically clasped palms

And with an “Amen”

 the separation occurs

Like a light bulb

  Illumination

until an intercessor tweaks

the glow

Save time should alert one

 that a flame

 will cease

without a spare