'neath the Beaver Moon

‘neath the Beaver Moon
10 November 2011

‘neath the Beaver Moon

silence erupts steadfastly
breaking down my Fears

Concerns flittering
Conversation with MySelf
Arthritis argues

Pocket Brain’s Display
Neurons sluggish and fatigued
Somnolence does Reign

Double-Fiber Bread
Orange Juice fifty percent
slaps the Fasting Climb

‘tis quite the Challenge!
Hypoglycemic Haiku
in the Dead of Night

Electric Rhythms
accompany the morning
face the world anew

Grace can be SO Amazing!

A few minutes ago, I finished a FB Message to a young friend who'd asked me about a recent post I'd made regarding 'Grace.' I don't think this person would mind if I shared my response with you . . .

Good Morning, __________

A little over two years ago, Debra took me to the hospital--chest pains. Through the usual treatments and tests we agreed that I needed a heart-bypass (4x) procedure that would re-route blood sufficient to keep my heart working and me alive. I was not a very friendly person for those first couple of days.

I saw nothing. I heard nothing. No bright lights entered the room No glow in the corner. But sometime during the night before surgery it was made plain to me that regardless of what happened, I'd be OK. I calmed down and went on to sleep--quite a surprise that I could do so.

I had the surgery, went through the pains of recovery, etc. but never again had the crippling fear of dying, of leaving Debra and my Family. The change was remarkable and Debra and several others noticed the difference. This is God's Grace.

There have been other times He's extended his Mercies as well over the years. Sometimes for me; more often for Family Members and Friends. Much of the time I've been aware. But I suspect we've been blessed otherwise when I never knew it.

The best treatment on Grace I'm aware of is 'What's So Amazing About Grace,' by Philip Yancey. The Biblical references are there and the writing is superior. I recommend it highly.

Oh, at work a couple of days ago, a Guest gave me a note that she'd been prompted to write. Essentially, it was from Jesus and she felt led to do this for me. It came at precisely the right time and was something I needed to hear. This is Grace also.

Kindly Regards,

Kim

Kim Chi 101

Rub not your eyes, neither scratch at the nether regions, after processing with naked hands the Pepper Jalapeno. Kim Chi 101.02  01082011

Dear Writers, Published Authors, Editors, Publishers, etc.

Recently, I've connected with several of you on FaceBook. Thank You for agreeing to our new Friendship after this fashion! I've written for many, many years. Educational and Academic Papers of all kinds. Business and Technical Writing the past few years. I can hold my own with Poetical Forms and I'm really excellent with Essays and Articles. I've a couple of dozen Book and Film Reviews on Amazon I'm partial to, writing under the name of Russell de Ville. I've even taken a turn at this Blogging Thing.

I've had it in mind for years to write a Novel. I've now finished a Historical Western, 'Cheyenne Swirling,' save for Final Revisions and Polishing. I think it's pretty good. Really Good even! Tell you what though . . . sustaining such a long form for over two years has been a new experience with an amazingly challenging Learning Curve! Whew!

Point Being, thanks for connecting with me. I look forward to learning more of YOU by means of FB, your Web-Sites, your Blogs--and especially your Writings otherwise. I want to absorb your Experiences, Styles, Choices of Genre, and general knowledge of the Craft of Writing according you YOUR Interests and Tastes. It should be an interesting Journey.

Oh, for anything of mine you see in print? Please feel free to offer critique and criticism. And especially encouragement!

You Guyz Rock!

Again in the Dead of Night . . .

New Moon Haiku

31 July 2011

Eyes burning tiredness

Mindful of missing Cream Cheese
Aardvark marches on

Phantom Pickle reigns

Dust Bunnies float on the Lake
Minced Adverbs Abound

Fan Blades spin Eastward

Mousakah needs Tabasco
‘Davita’s Harp twice stilled . . .

Ambien Haiku

The other evening I was having an especially difficult night sleeping. I'd already gone to bed twice and got back up. I finally took an Ambien about 0115.

Ambien works really well for me, which I suppose is why I don't like to take it (along with other discretionary meds) unless I really have to.

During the 45 minutes or so I was waiting for it to take effect (it usually begins within 20!), I doodled around on FB via my BlackBerry and came up with some 'interesting' poetry.

@ 0125
Brain to oatmeal turns
Mixed with night's weary slumber
Gentle breezes coax

@0135
Noodle disengaged
Sliding to drug fed slumber
Poet slinks to bed

@0139
Too long on sofa
Second Gear untoothed groove slips
Mumbles ummm Biscuits

@0146
Finally reclined me
Back to the master suite traipsed
O2 meets night night

I received a few comments from "I'm getting a perscription for that stuff" to concerns about my reputation.

I'm really OK. I just needed a little help getting to sleep.

Thoughts & Observations for Monday

I love renewing Friendships, developing New Contacts, and working on that Bonding so particular to Writers!

Angela Hunt is amazing as an Author, as are Nancy Rue, Bill Myers and Kathy Mackel. But what's also especially appealing about the Writing Staff is that they're personable, accessable, and extraordinarily capable Teachers!

Questions and Answers Session this Afternoon. Not anyone's party-line or at any publisher's directive; just Personal Answers and Opinions to some really excellent questions.

A rather somber film I'd never seen before. A B & W with Robert Duval and Olga Bellin. I'll be thinking about 'Tomorrow' for a while tonight. Discussion in the morning with Angela. Hmmmmm.

My Brain is Weary!

Good Night.