Friday, January 10, 2014

Seeking

So much going on in the world today, so little getting accomplished.  I mean.. Nelson Mandela lives on, and a woman's right to choose, dies in Texas.. supposedly inspired by the protection of life.  Trayvon Martin is dead and George Zimmerman faces certain death...   Whitney & Bobby are no more, and Kanye & Kim are a practice in illegitimacy made perfect.  All instances of empowerment educators --for the likes of the rest of us hoop dancers, back flippers and the ambidextrous wander-lusterful who might lack a little faith and might need Morgan Freeman's Wormhole to peek through, to get some answers to some questions we don't dare ask out loud.  Lordy!  A hunting we will go.  

And... just as... and I'm still on George Zimmerman... Just as GZ's gunshot wound won't heal OJ's stab wounds until the knife is removed, Jesus' return is delayed again, 'cause the Long Island Medium is serving long island peach green tea and.. we're mostly allergic to peaches, and that is a sin; no matter the size of the cross we wear.

And I don't care if green tea is probably the healthiest dose of caffeine we can ingest.  I want mine in the form of a grande strawberry smoothie with three scoops of matcha, extra protein, classic syrup.. in  a venti cup.  Oh. And I'm still mad at the Crusaders for starting something they couldn't finish, -bringing their spirituality to the world stage -- ruining what was entertaining about medieval times! Or can we forgive already, the Jews of old? That mass exodus they thought they'd taken out of bondage?   And Rachel Maddow just never stops talking about nothing, really.  And if I can avoid buying another box of Cheerios, I will.  That commercial of theirs, quite frankly, bugs the hell outta me! I'm offended that their timing to do something meaningful with their brand came when I was sick of having covert and overt cultural messages shoved down my throat, when alls I really want is to watch Leave it to Beaver marathons.  Can't seem to find any value in television the way I need it, anymore.  Old school tv is Roseanne?  Really?

In my own personal corner of the world?  What matters the most to me is the spiritual awakening of Oliver, my daughter's cat.  He knows I don't really like him, but she insists that I do love him.  I'm actually confused as heaven is not up but everywhere, and nobody pays attention to that.  And I love it that there really is no devil, and I really do believe that the bible is just a really good book.  And when my kid found hot yoga, everything changed for her.  And some peoples mothers just don't stop suffering.  It's actually, inhumane. And ungodly, if you ask me.  WhereTFisgod?

With nothing settled but the dust in the bowl and the last of JFK Junior's remains, I realize that relaxer kits, uterine fibroids, and a saint named Nick... didn't decay me, but they gave me a very powerful perspective for cultivating gratitude for the path I've taken.   Powerfully thankful that every day, I can go in another direction and the circumstances, the consequences, the joy.. shall be all mine.

A repost from Friday, July 19, 2013, 11:25AM.


 Anyone can teach you about love... but I can make you good at it!

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Saturday, December 28, 2013

How Do You Spell Love? T-I-M-E

When you get into town from hundreds of miles away, and you're from one particular hood, you make a bee-line to hug mom first, and then you head straight over to Rudy's Chicken.  I am witness to the joy of standing in an hour long line for an order of fries, jalapenos & a slice of white bread accompanied by some friend chicken sprinkled with what someone I know likes to call..  "extra dust."  Going to Rudy's on a Friday night is a ritual of doing nothing serious for up to 60 long minutes, and it offers some sort of magical treat, or shall I say, retreat?

Along for the ride, my daughter and I wrapped ourselves in the transformative spirit of my little brother, her namesake uncle, who provided a listening ear, affirming opinions and laugh out loud fun at our drama and grievances he only gets to every so often- hear;  Making our matriarchally dominated world better, and boosting our greater holiday mood -as only he can do..

His surprise drive into town about an hour earlier, was a healing action for my mother, too.  She desperately needed that renewed walk toward her Mother-self, as my 20 year old and I don't usually allow her to take that smothering hovering journey with us.  After that 30 second tearful embrace when she realized who he was, there was no doubt in my mind, her baby boy turned Shaman unaware, brought her some gladness and much needed wellness that I hope will last til his next visit.

As for being in that long line @ Rudy's... The conversational possibilities seemed endless.  And not just for us.. Proof was in the idle hum of twenty other engines and apparently voices like ours, bumper to bumper, awaiting their turns like us, to order mounds of deep friend factory farmed meat -that could beget diabetes and or obesity.

But everyone's willing to partake.  No one minds the wait or the health fate.  No cutting or cussing or fussing in these lines.  My kid and I don't eat these, but my kid brother does.. And we don't judge.. During that hour in line I snapped into photographer  mode and took a few photos with my phone, giving the moment and this article more meaning.. :-)



5:56pm 12-27-2013

7:13pm 12-27-2013


 Anyone can teach you about love... but I can make you good at it!

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Friday, December 20, 2013

Spicy Ranch Crackers Recipe


You'll Need:
1/6 to 1/4 cup red peppers
1 package (1.0 oz) Hidden Valley Ranch Dip mix
1/3 cup olive oil  (I used grade see oil..it's all I had)
1 gallon size baggie
1/2 to 1 full box of Saltines Minis

Mix:
Ranch Dip mix with peppers and oil in a bowl
Pour Saltines in baggie
Spoon seasoning mix in baggie over Saltines
Gently shake baggie and contents so crackers will absorb the mixture..
Taste.  Sip something cooling.
Spoon more seasoning mixture in baggie over Saltines
Gently shake baggie and contents
Taste.  Sip.
Spoon more seasoning mixture in baggie over Saltines
Taste.  Sip.
Add more peppers or more Ranch or Saltines to mixture (if desired)
Taste.  Sip.
Seal baggie and put in freezer until you're ready to enjoy!

These are soooo good!  Better than anything you can buy in the store!
I'm tempted to sprinkle Parmigiano-Reggiano in the mixture, next time.




 Anyone can teach you about love... but I can make you good at it!

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Sunday, December 15, 2013

Giving to Those Who Ask

Normally, I don't carry cash. My bank card, phone, and reading glasses suffice for all my on-the-go needs.  In the past week, however, a couple of returns rendered refunds of cash stashed in my book bag, and pockets.   One day at the George Bush Turnpike & Coit there stands a man with a sign.. "Need help, please.  Anything appreciated."  I dug frantically through my stuff looking for that ten dollar bill I knew I had.  Green light.  Too slow!  Must go.

Sad, I pulled into the 7-Eleven parking lot.  Digging and looking over my shoulder for the man with the sign. Hoping the police don't run him off this time.  Found it!  I looked around and the man was gone.  Anyway, it would have taken me another 15 minutes to turn around in that rush hour crowd to get back to him.

Two days later:  2nd verse, same as the 1st.  He was there again, with his asking sign.  This time, the cash was more handy.  I tooted my horn, and he moved toward my car.. thanking and blessing me before my window was down enough to hand it over.  I was happy to look him in the eye and say, "You're welcome."  His glance down revealed profound gratitude, and it was only a five dollar bill.  I wanted it to be ten more - for my missed giving opportunity before.

We all know the true spirit of this season is about giving.  Not just to people that we know and love.  There are needy people that ask for what they need, there are needy people you have no idea what they're going through.  I can appreciate the askers.  I don't judge them, nor do I care what they do with the money.  Not my business, but God's..

About to get busy, going places and doing things for my mother & with my daughter...  I decided to gather up cash on hand, including the coins that I'll convert to bills... and put it all in one place.. An envelope I won't have to dig for.  This cash is not for quick stops on snacks while whisking about.  It is for Giving to those standing around with signs....   asking.


I like that.



 Anyone can teach you about love... but I can make you good at it!

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Saturday, December 14, 2013

Joyful and Triumphant

To do anything in this world worth doing, we must not stand back shivering and thinking of the cold and the danger, but jump in and scramble through as well as we can.  - Sydney Smith

And that's what I've done for the past year.  Scrambled through college courses in anthropology, humanities, composition, and a host of computer graphics and darkroom and digital photography courses for the first time in over 20 years!  And not a one was an online course.

After I scrambled and crammed  through my final graphic design project last night, I awoke this morning with a sense of accomplishment, and a smile brightening my face: greeting the last day of school with reverence for the opportunities it contains -- pertaining to freedom!  Freedom not to set the alarm come Sunday night.. Freedom not to buy any more art or photography supplies... Freedom to speak with laughter on  my lips... And freedom to feel normal stress and pressure through all the hours of the day, then sleep well at night.
It is true what Helen Keller once said...  We can do anything we want to do if we stick with it long enough.
And 12 consecutive months of full-time college has been long enough for me!  Good night.



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Monday, December 9, 2013

Happy! Happy! Happy!


I have miraculously found lots of things I've lost over the years, but none like this!  For the past 5 years I've been looking for it..  The DVD... I thought got lost or tossed in a move or something..  I was endeared to this cherished DVD like Chuck was to Wilson the volleyball in Cast Away..  The DVD that was lovingly delivered to me without charge by the "Spiritual Photographer" Norman Klaunig along with a professionally bound book of black and white photographs of the current four generations of  Me, My Daughter, My Mother, and My Grandmother.

I found this DVD, in a portable file just now while looking for a protective folder to present my Photojournalism Finals project photos in on Wednesday.

Oh Happy Day!  




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Sunday, December 8, 2013

They Don't Call 911

These neighbors WELCOME you & want you to know THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME... And... they don't call 911.

I wonder... Is that before, or after they shoot you?




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Saturday, December 7, 2013

Perfect Timing for Winter to Finally Get Here!


So glad school has been closed for two days because of this stuff...


I pray for all the folks who are forced to stay home from work w/out PTO (paid time off).








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