DIMENSION: SELF-AWARENESS

KNOW THYSELF

 "what you need is awareness”, said the Master to a religious-minded disciple. “Awareness, awareness, awareness.”

“I know. So I seek to be aware of God's Presence in all things?”

“God-awareness is a fantasy, for you have no notion of what God is like. Self-awareness is what you need”.

 --in the style of DeMello

So it is you who

instructs,

guides.

You....

It is you who knocks

and you who say, "enter!"

YOU talk to you here!

You, who matters;

You, who dreams;

You, who work until drop;

You, who loves with passion your family;

You, who owns the heart of another

Speak to yourself--

Your Muse,

So deep cushioned

In that bosom

Speak pure sweetness ...

Of your life

In its total

Learn of your stresses, frustrations,

Your sometime-desire of thrill-filled

Tender touches: loving...longing.

Feel goose bumps 

on your arms,

Your thighs,

and sigh...

And sigh again.

Our God does not count who is walking through the cathedral door. Our God observes with happiness those who are living with love in their hearts for all others. Not hurt, nor pain, nor misery of suffering will satisfy the God-Heart. Only 

L O V E...and one may "mark those words" because they are truth.

Speak you to yourself

Of your true love

Whose heart HARBORS you

As you walk with him...or not.

It is, it can be, no other way.

Be of thyself aware

And God will be there.

IMAGE: don't you love in vain 

by sunshine911
in Deviant Art

Remember to Forget!

"Why do you keep talking about my past mistakes"?
said the husband.
"I thought you had forgiven and forgotten."


"I have, indeed, forgiven and forgotten," said the wife.
"But I want to make sure you don't
FORGET that I have forgiven and forgotten."


(Lagniappe)--

SINNER: "Remember not my sins, God!"


GOD: "WHAT sins? You'll have to prod my memory.
I forgot them long ago."

--Anthony DeMello

"THE SONG OF THE BIRD

Image:
Forget by detunedbystereo
As found in Deviant Art

A FINE ARTS DIMENSION

THE WALL

Nearly three years ago I began writing blogs. My sole interest then was alcoholism and alcoholic recovery. I started enjoying art and poetry. Today May 25 is my birthday (Gemini) and it occurs to me how I have been so blest, so gifted with prints of art works from six different bloggers over a two-year span.


Last night I decided to hang these pieces on the wall in front of my computer. I sit here now, just happily awestruck each time I look up from the computer. 

This blog is my gallery of friends ON that wall, and the Peeps who squiggled, drew, penciled and painted. I am thrilled, and joyfully post this blog:

First time I really examined a painting was the Lady in Red by CALLI and Calli-Girl sent it to me famed, ready to hang.

Then I met blogger "CAT"
Vibert in Ashville, NC and liked her FARM IN SNOW

  
The next four gifts are drawn by a fellow-Gemini, CES ADORIO...each one I received for a special reason, but have forgot the 'reasons'. Just now I enjoy being surrounded by "Ces-Art"


The Flower drawing next to the two nuts (Ces) below is "MEDITATION" by my wife PRAYER-GIRL, another Gemini (May 29)

Another by CES ADORIO...I really love these three ladies. Pathos, pain, heart-hurts--of a missing friend? THANK YOU, Ces. TSUP!

On the left:
These are gifts from--I want to call her LADY BELLA BELLA--like "Lady GAGA"!!!! However, grateful I am to have two of her illos! TSUP!

If only you could see this in person, the colors are exquisite. It is the header for her blog and LINDA is her name. She promised me this because I admired it so.


And now I can admire each morning and meditate on this beautiful FARM SCENE by LINDA

Inadequate is my ability to express the gratitude and love I have for these Peeps and their dedication to making this world a better place through their art. The wall looks like THIS:

As Manon Doyle writes: "Fill your heart with art!"

SOME DIMENSIONS NEVER CHANGE!

RIDE SAFE!

Recently—well several months ago—I came across two old family photos. The first was taken in October 1947. It is me riding my WHIZZER motorbike. I was age 14, really proud, and sort of (Ha!) a maverick. That means I did the exact opposite of whatever was expected of me or what I was told to do. P/S Still do sometimes.

This bike had 'power assist', i.e., the rider was the power, and he/she assisted by pedaling when the uphill journey demanded. I loved that bike—it did about 50 m/p/h with a tailwind—downhill—grin! (For this motorbike I paid $60...money from washing dishes in a large downtown Cincinnati restaurant.) Parents had said “No! Be smart! Deposit your money in a bank!”) Fat chance!

 

Photo #2 (below) is of me driving, a friend (Don) riding shotgun, on a 1948 Salsbury Motor Scooter (The last year they were manufactured). I bought it new in 1949, cost me $220, quite a lot of money in those days. I was 16 years old, a violin-practicing, farm working Peep (shoveled LOADS of you-know-what!) in an all-male high school. (What a screwed-up world!) I loved that scooter, it breezed along easily at 70 m/p/h/, ran circles around the competition. Automatic Drive, no gears to shift, no “owner-powered-assist”!)...

Can you see one of several Collies, "Lassie" 

in the background by front headlight? 

Also behind us is house where I lived 

from birth until "Goodbye"--about age 18

Hope you enjoyed this look at

Steve E in his 'yoot'...

NOTE:  During these years of youthful fun-and-frolic, 
I 'suffered' all the symptoms of alcoholism; 
Fear, Paranoia, Self-Centeredness, 
Pride, Anger, Greed, LUST, Envy, Vainglory.

Although I did not drink "TEN quarts of vodka each week, 
I  was never able to stop, once begun. 
Always wanted to feel better, to be someone else. 
And alcohol did that for me--from the first. 
Thank God for Alcoholics Anonymous!

 (Photo Credit: Norma E, my mother, died 1995)

 

INTO EACH LIFE SUNSHINE MUST FALL

My FIRST Great-Grandchild, nearly two but not "terrible" is such a beautifully-made boy. He owns two marvelous parents. And I am SO proud. I met him on my first scooter trip in August 2009...and we WILL meet again!

 WE NEVER KNOW

Two years a resident.

One day a President?

Whether what or who--

Peeps will say, "We knew

Him WHEN...

But then,

Never theorized

Never realized

The mark each leaves

On world's Peeps.”

God and a mother know

At birth

The worth

Of that life, that soul,

Whether he'll be tall or small.

Only God, Who knows all

Is able to hold him high or

Pick him up from a fall

please Bless him and all babes

Anywhere--everywhere.

Those here, and over there

--Amen

NOT "JUST ANOTHER FACE"

 That face I cannot

Ever forget.

figured lace

Between me and you.

Most times I saw through

Sometimes only sought...

It was THOSE clouds

Formed countenances

Never caught.

Images of you I saw tonight

Your eyes...glances...

Smiled a lot. You

Showered me with light

From way above

I felt your love

And singing a tune

Gazed at a moon

So bright tonight--

Because on it's sweet face

Those clouds of lace

Had moved away

And left you for me

In my heart--alone--to see

What I ought never forget

Beautiful lace

Beautiful face

Of you...

Posted for OSW

GREAT EXPECTATIONS!

May 13, FRIDAY, 2011


So, Dearest Blogger (Google),


You have taken away my post from Wednesday. In past days/years that might have bothered me. But today it only B O T H E R S  M E !!!!!!--grin!


Actually, this is a message of appreciation for all you have given me for nearly three years. I have used resources of yours worth a king's ransom. I publish exactly what I wish. You send new 'tools' for free--with directions. I may come and go, stop or start.


The only Peeps who complain to me--or worse, wash me from their blogs, are those who ALSO use your myriad of services, which again, cost nothing. I may be playful, serious, --grin or LOL, even cuss a bit. I may publish a photo of a hay field, or of a beautiful nude. You are, to me, good Google...never rude.


You will fix "Blogger" and restore my post--it is the the first of mine I really LIKE out of several hundred. So I will practice my violin, get ready to play a wedding (on the beach) tonight at 7 PM, and when I arrive back here about 9 PM......


YOU HAD BETTER HAVE THIS F'KNG THING FIXED OR I'LL QUIT! (Wait a minute--I was never hired--grin!)


In reality Google, I love you, and wish you PEACE. Being at the apex of your discipline is so very difficult. Peeps have told me that, or I'd never know.


P/S  But HEY! I did 'know' once, it was a quart of SMIRNOFF and a gallon of genuine White Port Wine which kept me on top for two whole days...I was King, Emperor, Director, Great Leader of all the world. I woke up in back of the barn, lying on a fermenting manure pile in the hot mid-day sun.


Goodbye!
Steve E

Is she or Isn't she?

Girl in photo might be protecting her anonymity by hiding her face. I wonder if she is indeed a violinist? (Answer at end of post.)


Many of us violin players are dually addicted: music and alcohol. Together, they raise my spirit level to a totally higher stage...music and alcohol!


Ethyl Alcohol deadens the central nervous system, so in combination with violin playing, I never knew which it was made me "feel different, feel good"--grin! To that extent I often drifted apart from the real world, unfocused, lost in the activities--a symphony of empty bottles.


Playing violin and drinking booze walked with me hand-in-hand during half my life. The music lifted my spirits--the 'spirits' made me think I played OH! so good!  LOL!


With time, in my unawareness, those two drugs, music and booze--my two lovers--subtly began to quarrel, one whispering that it did not need or want the other to 'make' me happy. That was then.


Sober now--those days are long ago, seem far away. However, the ghost of the dead drug might return at any time to haunt the house. That is why I continue to go to meetings of Alcoholics Anonymous, to help myself and others to steer a course through safe waters in that channel of sobriety, the sea of life...under the care of a Loving Creator.


For certain I do not know if the undraped violinist in the photo is an alcoholic (doubt it!)...but I DO know she is a violinist! How do you think I can tell? Well, blow it up a bit--I mean "enlarge the photo", dammmit!

Maybe only a string player would notice this: the fingernails of her left hand are neatly trimmed, while her right hand is sporting some wildcat claws...Sorry I do not have a link for you to the photographer. (I think she is 'nice'--grin!)


PEACE!