I awoke one morning before dawn. Death and trauma weighed heavily on a heart that had been broken even as I was born in the Fall of 1942. Conceived and born in Love, this made no sense.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Letters & PAT
Rocky' Service Organizing Network (R'SON) is forwarding letters from a political action team (PAT) & Warren Buffett proposing a solution to a national impasse.
Saturday, November 26, 2011
The Message of Thanksgiving
2011 IT came as a song, "Barbara Allen." The song inspired me to write of intimacy that comes from beyond the rocky ford of fear and death. The message was a simple word, "Thanksgiving," transmited via Facebook.
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Commencement
Rx: Celebrating IT with Thanksgiving and hospitality TODAY (NOW) makes every day an epiphany. I have been working with the Correspondent at RainbowWay.org to write letters.
Monday, November 21, 2011
Saturday, November 19, 2011
My Final Will and Testament
... have been written by hand, post scripted to a letter to my #1 grandson.
Friday, November 18, 2011
Letter2Seth
The hunters are out in force before dawn. They shoot pheasant and deer here in Kansas just like they did in Illinois when I was a girl Carrie's age. By the age of four, I was living in an OrphanedAge. Your father and Nathan have just NOW helped me (your grandmother) to document these facts since before humans began to measure time. If you follow all of the links in this letter, I know you will come to understand IN YOUR OWN GOOD TIME.
We promised to invite you to La Junta for Thanksgiving Day & a weekend visit. Sending this invitation via the post office no longer feels like a good idea, so I plan to bring IT to your house in person when we return home from this trip. If you are not able to RSVP for this Thanksgiving Day, ASK your Aunt Ashley Dawn how to reach us. She will help you accept our invitation as a rain check.
NOW IT IS Saturday, and I have signed into Abba's service station early. CovePros is headed home. I'm your grandmother, singing the song of Ruth, by Love and by law. There will be people who will tell you that this is not true, but they are "People of the Lie." When Dr. Schmucker delivered you into my arms, there came a song into my heart that not even my #1 daughter, your mother, has been able to quell with her denial.
That day, your birthday, the hospital tagged your newborn body with a bracelet and my last name, Crisp-Yeager. You became my #1 grandson, the third generation of my very own family.
We promised to invite you to La Junta for Thanksgiving Day & a weekend visit. Sending this invitation via the post office no longer feels like a good idea, so I plan to bring IT to your house in person when we return home from this trip. If you are not able to RSVP for this Thanksgiving Day, ASK your Aunt Ashley Dawn how to reach us. She will help you accept our invitation as a rain check.
NOW IT IS Saturday, and I have signed into Abba's service station early. CovePros is headed home. I'm your grandmother, singing the song of Ruth, by Love and by law. There will be people who will tell you that this is not true, but they are "People of the Lie." When Dr. Schmucker delivered you into my arms, there came a song into my heart that not even my #1 daughter, your mother, has been able to quell with her denial.
That day, your birthday, the hospital tagged your newborn body with a bracelet and my last name, Crisp-Yeager. You became my #1 grandson, the third generation of my very own family.
I AM yours truly,
& you are my "Chritmas Child."
GranCCY,
Saturday, 19 November 2011
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
I AM
Some years ago the beast at RainbowWay.org asked me to develop a language with which CovePros might write a way to integrate church and state. NOW the beast has asked that I write a letter to the children that I have adopted. I AM doing IT today -- even as I have from the beginning. I invite you to join me. RSVP
Saturday, November 12, 2011
A Great Injustice
... has been perpetuated against the people in The Obama Nation. A community of friends met with us at El Capitan in Rocky Ford and considered how that injustice has injured the residents of Nava Manor. I am Missy, the child within every woman born since Eve. IT is Saturday, a day of rest for Dex and Ruth, traveling companions on the road that crosses the rocky ford of elderly life.
I awakened this morning in the guest room of the doctors' cove. As I tidied the room and made the bed I noticed Mom's license to practice psychology (CO#1052) framed and hanging on the wall. I used the guest desktop of Dexter, the laptop computer and checked LaBrats (labrats -- social animals, actually cats) that drCCYmom uses to study and research her Theory of Social Synergy.
Rob greeted me at Loaf n Jug. He remembered that I like to use his name when saying "Good Morning" because IT reminds me of my brother who has disappeared.
I awakened this morning in the guest room of the doctors' cove. As I tidied the room and made the bed I noticed Mom's license to practice psychology (CO#1052) framed and hanging on the wall. I used the guest desktop of Dexter, the laptop computer and checked LaBrats (labrats -- social animals, actually cats) that drCCYmom uses to study and research her Theory of Social Synergy.
Rob greeted me at Loaf n Jug. He remembered that I like to use his name when saying "Good Morning" because IT reminds me of my brother who has disappeared.
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