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Indy Reads

Indy Reads is a nonprofit bookstore run to support literacy programs for adults and families in Central Marion County and the City of Indianapolis.  This was my first visit and well worth a trip from anywhere in Central Indiana.  Paperbacks are $5.99 and hardbacks are $6.99 and they have rare books for sale as well.  Currently (1/12/2018) they have a complete set, five volumes, of Virginia Woolf’s Diary for $60.00.  And they have a great collection of Poetry….

I ended up purchasing some modern poet’s books I had never read before and whose style I enjoyed by a quick glance.

Nicholas Christopher The Creation of the Night Sky
Carolina Ebeid You Ask Me to Talk About the Interior
Chuck Carlise In One Version of the Story
Catherine Barnett the game of boxes

Indy Reads has a quality children’s book section. Do note the children’s books are not organized in any fashion so you should plan on spending some time looking through the shelves of books.

They have a Facebook page, a website, and always need volunteers.  Oh, not to forget, they enthusiastically support local artists and writers with ongoing programs and opportunities to display works for sale.  If you ever find yourself in Indy, do stop by.

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The Ring

Have you seen “The Hobbit” movie? Or read the book? I have seen the movie but cannot find the fortitude to make it through the book. I cannot read nor write in such a way as Tolkien. In response to that movie, watching the Lord of the Rings seemed a likely road to take, since reading the trilogy of books, to get an idea of the future of the ring, is not within my possibility.

Lady or Lord?

With this ring
on your finger
I wed
to bring power
and responsibility.

So, evil was
able to persist.
She took not the
advice of her child
who longed to love
her back.
The child watched in horror
as she drove away
wearing The Ring!

Avenge the sins of
the fathers and mothers.

Love your children
and your husband
and your self.
Keep guard
of your heart
lest power corrupt.

Which brings me to the question of why seemingly good people turn away from all that is right and embrace evil? Why did the white wizard, Saruman, turn to the dark side, as did Darth Vader in Star Wars? Is there always a happy ending to every story and will there be a happy ending to your story?

In my quest to understand, if it is possible to understand, man and his nature, which includes woman as well, I feel there are more questions than answers. C.S. Lewis aptly said,

“Good and evil both increase at compound interest. That is why the little decisions you and I make every day are of such infinite importance. The smallest good act today is the capture of a strategic point from which, a few months later, you may be able to go on to victories you never dreamed of. An apparently trivial indulgence in lust or anger today is the loss of a ridge or railway line or bridgehead from which the enemy may launch an attack otherwise impossible.”

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Poets as society’s conscious.

Poets as society’s conscious. This is what I was thinking while driving my son to pick up his prescription. I kept the words to myself, eager to get home, and do a quote search to see if anyone has ever thought a similar sentiment. Here is what I found:

Sigmund Freud said, from The Interpretation of Dreams (1899),

“The poets and philosophers before me discovered the unconscious; what I discovered was the scientific method by which the unconscious can be studied.”

To a point I understand Freud’s idea that poets and philosophers can sound the alert to what we experience, that is repressed and buried, to keep the status quo from erupting. I also see that at the same exact time, once society’s unconscious is uncovered, it is no longer hidden but a part of our conscious and from that there is no where to hide.

Theodor Adorno  said “Writing poetry after Auschwitz is barbaric.” 

Is it grace that pardons us from society or is it society that strips us of our grace? Collectively, we each should examine our motives and individually we should push forward with a smile. Tears inevitably are shed. Smiles must be consciously given.



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into my world
are answers

piling higher
the laundry
patiently waits

washed words
spring forth

I am
telling you
“I’m sorry”

your bad news
my good news!

My doctor originally told me the biopsy results would take two weeks. I graciously was told a few days ago, that the tissue sample tested, came back benign. How happy I was. Was, until I thought of my blog and how I had told my story and would have to give an ending.  I thought of all those who hear they are afflicted with the dreaded “c” disease. It can be ravaging. I did not want my answer to be a curse onto those with different fates. (Do not despair! There is an answer for you as well. Seek it!)

We all face bad news at some point in our life.  The answer can be cruel. The answer is a lesson. I feel guilty for being cancer free when others face hurdles I escape. In my past,  in the physics department where I worked, a professor and his wife were expecting a baby, as I was. We both went into labor the same day. My baby lived. Their baby was stillborn.  My baby was a miracle. Their baby was too, in a different way. It taught a lesson harder to accept.  An answer hard to discern.

The bigger questions demand bigger answers.
I am obligated to embrace both.


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Anger and why we need to get a grip on this emotion

Who hasn’t had a mouth, bursting full of hot water, ready to scald anyone within feet? I know I have. I felt justified…at least at the moment I erupted. Reflecting back, I have to wonder why I waited so long to let everyone know how I was feeling? Was I worried they wouldn’t love me if I expressed my thoughts? Who ended up hurt? How can I get a grip on my emotions in the future?

There is undoubtedly a lot of unfairness in life. Yet, do we understand truth enough to apply it to other people’s lives when we can hardly understand our day-to-day interactions? Even a slight smirk in a friend’s view, can say a 1,000 hurtful words. Perhaps tempering the tongue first, will reel in our vile thoughts and mishandling of someone’s spirit.

Forgiveness is a dying art. Accusations may play out in a courtroom, yet what does it say about a society willing to trample one another, with mud-slinging and pie-throwing. I am all for justice. Still, I question, what are we accomplishing? Clearly, if someone has caused pain and terror in someone’s life, we should not turn away, claiming we had no idea this was going on (for how long)?  Still, no one is completely innocent. Even those who hate a brother or sister, commit murder. We may not embrace their lifestyle, their hair color or  any myriad of personal attributes, but they are still an image-bearer of our Creator and deserve respect.

Ephesians 4:26 And “don’t sin by letting anger control you.”
Don’t let the sun go down while you are still angry, (NLT)

Psalm 4:4 Don’t sin by letting anger control you.
Think about it overnight and remain silent.

Be quick to confront a wrong. Let someone know personally how their behavior towards you is hurtful. Talk! At least try and talk to them. You may gain a friend or you might create an enemy. Even our enemies deserve our love.

Psalm 63:6 On my bed I remember you;
I think of you through the watches of the night.

Luke 6:27 “But to you who are willing to listen, I say,
love your enemies! Do good to those who hate you.

I pray you have a good day. I pray you have the courage to be above the fray of  life and do as Jesus did. He came to bring LIFE and bring it more ABUNDANTLY. How can we have that in such a misshapen world?

Romans 10:9 If you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord
and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead,
you will be saved (NLT)

Please note: If you are being threatened physically or spiritually, I recommend you exit the nearest door, and consider your situation carefully. Take some time and  contemplate. Find a shelter. Find a friend. Seek someone willing to listen and steer you towards the truth. We are all worthy of love. Do not be bullied. That is the next topic I will tackle; love. Hope to see you soon at Sweet Promises!

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abide in me

two weeks
I hear

to know
my fate

Helpless to change my destiny.
It is written.
It is.

was suppose
to free me

Jesus says*
“Abide in me…
let my words abide in you,”

This valley
is familiar, Lord
the trees have grown

the climb

will I spend
each bright morning star?

Show me
Teach me to count my days…

*John 15:7

When you face sickness, it takes over the mind. Every sunny day seems ten times sunnier. Every rainy day seems gloomier than usual. How will this change me? What am I to learn?

I almost welcome the pain. My heart has become as grand and spacious as the heavens opened up. Again, I cry out to God to help me through. I don’t feel alone. I feel helpless.

Update: Just an hour after blogging this, a dear friend sent me this verse, having no idea of what I was searching for. Again, there it is…PEACE, that no man can afford to give, except for the King of kings and Lord of lords. Again, I am in awe of His Majesty!

“4 There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God,
The holy dwelling places of the Most High.
5 God is in the midst of her, she will not be moved;
God will help her when morning dawns.” Ps. 46:4-5

This help cannot be seen outwardly.

This help cannot be taken away.

This help will keep me in perfect peace.

This help will I meditate on day and night.

Let this be my prayer Lord…Psalm 43:3 Send me your light and your faithful care,
let them lead me; let them bring me to your holy mountain, to the place where you dwell.