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Saturday, December 31, 2011

The Book of Days X: 21 Things That Nurture My Spirit

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Nurturing My Spirit

I read an article by a woman on this topic this past year. It got me thinking about things that nurture my spirit. Not listed in order of importance, here’s what I came up with. It's good, I think, to reflect about what things nurture your spirit as the new year comes in.. . and to resolve to indulge yourself in these things as often as possible.

Think about my list as you read and perhaps you will come up with your own. 


1. Ansel Adams’ Photos


2. Walking in Gardens


3. Flowers and Plants


4. Gardening.


5. Dogs


6. Snuggling with/Holding Hands with My Honey


7. Colors


8. Sunlight


9. Native American Flute Music


10. Walking/Hiking Park Trails


11. The Sight of a Full Moon


12. The Sound and Sight of the Ocean’s Ebb and Flow


13. A Hug


14. Listening & Talking to Friends


15. The Sights of Red Rock Country. Looking at The Grand Canyon, Monument Valley, Arches, Bryce Canyon,


16. Swimming


17. Yoga


18. Listening to Luther Vandross’ Music


19. The Visual Arts (Photography, Sculpture, Painting, Collages, Pottery, Glassmaking)


20. Writing


21. Reading



Happy New Year!


May 2012 be a year that brings all the positive energy of the universe to you and those you love.

May this be a year that begins and ends with love and connection...

with creativity and with purpose...

with a willingness to save and preserve all the beauty and bounties of our earthworld.


End

Friday, December 23, 2011

The Book of Days IX: Greetings

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GREETINGS!


May
the spirit of Peace
and
heart warming Joy
touch our lives
today and everyday.


With warm hugs and holiday cheer...
from The Maverick Author... Frankie

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

In Memoriam: For Reverend Darren McCarroll-Jones

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Reverend Darren McCarroll-Jones (May 20, 1963 - November 27, 2011):

Ordained Minister of Unity Fellowship of Christ Church
Pastor of Unity Fellowship Church, Detroit
1st Minister of Music for the Mass Choir of Unity Fellowship Movement
1st Musical Director and Minister of Music for Unity Fellowship of Christ Church, Los Angeles





Reverend Darren-McCarroll-Jones, Minister of Unity Fellowship of Christ Church


Darren McCarroll-Jones first heard about Unity Fellowship of Christ Church (Los Angeles) on Jefferson Boulevard from a friend back in the late 1980’s. Although Darren was directing the choir at his home church on Sundays, he managed to dash over to Unity a Couple of times to find out if what he’d heard about the church service was true.


One Sunday, he came for the entire service and was deeply moved by Archbishop Carl Bean’s healing words, as well as the termination of the small choir performing without musicians or a choral director. For a time thereafter, Darren would come from his church for the last half of service. All the while, he considered whether he should move his membership and offer to serve as Unity’s Musical Director. “It was not an easy decision,’” he admitted. The turning point came in January of 1990 when an associate pastor at his church preached a blistering sermon denouncing homosexuality. Shortly afterwards, Darren met with Archbishop Bean and offered to help with the choir because he had made the decision to move his church membership. Bean, a gospel singer in his own right, eagerly accepted the offer and Unity’s Music Department with Darren as Musical Director was born.

Under McCarroll-Jones’ guiding hand, many talented musicians, singers and choir directors emerged to share their gifts at the Los Angeles church as a part of the voices of Unity each Sunday, during his tenure at the Detroit church, as well as during the Movement’s Annual Fall Convocation. In addition, McCarroll-Jones directed the choir on the first L.I.F.E. Records CD, titled Right Now, recorded by the Los Angeles church, featuring the original music of Archbishop Carl Bean. http://www.glbtq.com/social-sciences/bean_c.html

In the early nineties in Los Angeles, Reverend McCarroll-Jones was a tireless worker in the field of AIDS at Unity’s Minority AIDS Project and the first to serve as Program Director for MAP’s Treatment Advocacy Program. In later years, in Detroit, he served as Unity, Detroit’s pastor, earned his J.D. degree, served as a consultant in the Detroit mayor’s office, taught as an Adjunct Professor in Paralegal Technology at Wayne County Community College District.

I was fortunate to know and work with Darren at MAP in Los Angeles in the late 1980’s through the early nineties. It was true heaven to sit in the audience of Unity, L.A. and listen on Sundays to the Voices of Unity under his musical talent and direction. He was a smart, dedicated, and talented man.

I will and do miss him.
 
End

Sunday, December 4, 2011

How Flowers Got Their Colors (A 4-Part Myth)

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Scene 4:Mother Nature’s Place


Sweet William felt more than a bit nervous clinging to Maggie, the magpie’s feathers as she rode the air currents. He thought about what had happened to keep his mind off the fact that he was perched on the back of a bird flying high in the sky.

It had started with Rufus spotting his homeboy, Melvin, and hailing him. Coincidentally, Melvin and his three friends had just been over to see Mother Nature about an important item of business and were on their way back home. Rufus and Melvin had jived around telling some tall tales, laughing, and wing-slapping, and before anybody knew it, the magpies had volunteered to help the bedraggled little flowers and their three companions. Next thing, Sweet William knew, each of the flowers had mounted on one of the magpies’ backs, and now they were all headed to Mother Nature’s place. He was riding on the back of Maggie, the Magpie.

William looked over his left shoulder at Lavender. She clutched the neck of her magpie, Peter, looking like she was going to faint. “Eeeehh!” She screeched, roiling from one side to the other like some drunken who knows what. She’d been screeching since the magpies had taken wing. Sweet William pursed his delicate lips and grunted in disgust. Some folk just don’t have any dignity, he said to himself.

On the other hand, Tiger Lily, up ahead, appeared to be having the time of her life riding on the back of Melvin. On William’s right, Impatiens was yakking it up to his magpie, Minerva, and to Rufus who was flying close enough to hear him. Bessie Mae and Heather brought up the rear of the strange-looking caravan. It wasn’t long before the magpies began to glide downwards, coming in for a landing.



Below, the tops of trees growing on the sides and at the foot of the mountain appeared to Sweet William to be getting closer and closer. Lavender’s screech had now become an all out scream. Sweet William closed his eyes. He didn’t want to see the landing and he wished with all his heart that Lavender would shut up. He took a big breath and held on for dear life.



Suddenly, two things happened: Sweet William felt a jolt and Lavender stopped screaming. He opened his eyes to find that Rufus was hovering inches away from his eyes.

“You okay, little man?” Rufus asked.

“Watch out who you call ‘little,’ mister!” William snapped and climbed, with as much dignity as he could muster, down from his magpie’s back. “Thanks for the ride.”

“My pleasure,” said Maggie the Magpie, and spread her wings, gliding upwards.

The glade they had landed in was thickly forested. The other magpies gently landed and let their flower passengers slide to the ground. Rufus and Melvin said their goodbyes while the flowers looked around. Yards away, there was a laughing, bubbling pond filled with lily pads.

There was a brown-skinned woman robed in a blue standing at the edge of a lilypond. She splashed water on her hair, body and face. Droplets hung from the black thicket of curls framing her face.


“That must be Mother Nature,” said Impatiens. “Let’s go.” He started forward the others fell in behind him.

“I think we might want to wait,” said Heather Honeybee. “She’s busy right now.”

“Forget that. Let’s find out what she can do to help us,” said Rufus.

Bessie Mae added: “I agree with Rufus and Impatiens. We’ve come a very long way. We ought to get on with it.” They started toward the river where the woman was.

A peacock and a multi-colored tree frog rushed up to confront the party as they drew near Mother Nature.



Peacock waddled in front of them and stopped, then spread his feathers to signify that the party was to go no further.“This is private sanctuary for Mother Nature,” he announced. “She does not receive here.”

“It’s time for her spa soak now,” croaked Frog. “Every evening, she takes a spa soak here.”

Peacock threw Frog a nasty look for trying to take over his job. “This is her time to relax and rebalance. Very important for her … maintaining serenity and harmony. It’s in all our best interests that Mother Nature stay balanced and serene, don’t you agree? Nasty things could happen if she doesn’t, you know. Therefore, she must not be interrupted.” Peacock turned his backside to them in dismissal.


“You’ll have to go,” croaked Frog.

“But, but… we’ve come such a long, long way to see her,” cried Lavender in a very shrill and annoying voice.

Mother Nature was listening. “Let them come,” she told Peacock and splashed her way out of the lilypads back to the river bank.

“As you say, Mother,” Peacock said, bowing. “A small group of flowers, a bee, a butterfly, and a hummingbird are here to see you, madam.”

She turned to the peacock. “Stop putting on airs, Peacock. I’m not madam, just plain Moms or Mother to everybody.”


Properly chastised, Peacock stepped back and bowed. On the ground near the bank, there was a long, brown robe of woven grasses decorated with sparkling green vines and red berries. Mother picked up the robe and draped it from her left shoulder; her feet were bare. She sat on a tree stump and beckoned the little party to come closer. “Now, what can I do for you people?”

“We want you to give us colors!” Blurted Tiger Lily.

“They," Lavender pointed to Bessie Mae Butterfly, Rufus Hummingbird, and Heather Honeybee who were standing to one side,"told us flowers are supposed to have colors but we don’t have any.”

Sweet William took up the chorus. “I know that I should be looking better than this. It’s downright embarrassing that we have to be seen like this.”

Heather spoke up: “If they don’t have colors, we can’t do our jobs.”

“What will happen to the earth,” asked Bessie Mae, “if we can’t pollinate the way we’re supposed to?”

“Hmm,” said Mother Nature. “This is very serious indeed. Things are not in balance the way I planned.” She looked at Peacock. “Color assignment is your department. What happened to the flowers' colors when they vibrated in?”

“Frog,” Peacock said, “get me the ledger.”

Frog hopped a few feet away to a tree where a digital notebook was kept, and brought it back. All the records of creation were kept in these digital files. It was there that they could find out when, where, and what happened at the time things came to be in this dimension. Frog watched while repeatedly Peacock tapped the screen. Peacock’s expression kept changing as he read the information on the screen. Curiosity melted into confusion. Confusion became and irritated expression.

“Well,” Mother Nature’s voice rang out, “what happened?”

Peacock looked very annoyed. “Someone dropped the ball, it seems. See that pathway over there?” Everyone’s head swiveled in the direction Peacock was pointing.


“Just over that hill was where the flowers were to line up and receive their colors as they vibrated into existence.”

“Well why didn’t we?” Impatiens chimed in. “How in the world did we get left out?”

Rufus looked over at Sweet William. “Hold your horses, man. They workin on it.”

“As I said, there was a glitch and you didn’t get your colors. I do apologize,” said Peacock, looking embarrassed.

Sweet William was thoroughly exasperated. “Oh, never mind that. Just please fix us quick!”

Mother Nature spoke softly. “It’s not that simple at this point.”

“What?” Exclaimed Bessie Mae Butterfly. “Why not?”

“Because there are certain natural laws that won’t allow it,” she said.

“But you make the laws, don’t you? You’re Mother Nature,” said Heather Honeybee.

She sighed. “It’s very complicated. I can try to explain it but my explanation won’t give you what you want.”

Tiger Lily was shaking with fury. Lavender was swooning in Rufus’ arms. Sweet William was so exasperated that he couldn’t speak—which was a first for him. Heather and Bessie Mae just looked at each other in helpless dismay.

Impatiens threw up his hands. “I can’t believe this! We suffered and struggled to get here to see you and it was all for nothing!”

Peacock said to Mother Nature: “Maybe there’s a loophole we can take advantage of.”

“Tell me what you’ve got in mind,” said Mother Nature and the two of them put their heads together for a serious discussion that lasted for about ten minutes before Mother Nature turned back to the group.

“Understand that I can’t go back and undo what’s done. But I can tinker with it. Tweak it." She looked at each of the members of the group. "What do you think of this plan? When it’s cold during the winter season, you flowers won’t have color; in fact, you won’t be blooming. But in spring and summer and part of the fall, and even winter in some warm places, you’ll be a glorious riot of color! Do you think it might work?”

“Sounds workable to me,” Bessie Mae Butterfly commented.

“Am I going to be glorious?” screeched Lavender.

“Most assuredly,” Peacock answered. “You all will  be very pleased, as will Miss Butterfly, Miss Honeybee and Mr. Hummingbird because they’ll be able to do their jobs.”

“They might be pleased, but I’m not sure I am,” said Impatiens.

Sweet William glared at his friend. “Well, it’s better than nothing!”

“And nothing is what we’ve got right now,” growled Tiger Lily.

Impatiens sighed. “Let’s get on with it!”

“When can we make this change?” asked Heather. “I need to get back to the hive; they’ll be wondering where I am.”

Mother Nature nodded. “You’re in luck because we’re at the beginning of the spring season. When we pop you back to your meadow, you’ll be in full colorful bloom. See to it, Peacock. And this time, no mistakes!”

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Heather saw the air beginning to shimmer, then vibrating with glowing color, as if the sky had become a huge, endless rainbow. Suddenly, Heather felt a swoosh of air and heard a pop! As she looked about, she saw the meadow where they’d all begun their journey. Only now, it was a riot of color.

“Look at that! Flowers with color everywhere!” Heather said as Bessie Mae and Rufus flew to her side.



“Hot damn! We’re in business!” exclaimed Rufus.


Bessie Mae said: “Thank goodness for Mother Nature!”


And the three began their work of gathering nectar, just as Mother Nature originally intended.



Meanwhile, Sweet William, Tiger Lily, Impatiens, and Lavender excitedly spoke of their own and other flowers who were blooming with so many wondrous colors.

“I can’t get over how beautiful I am!” Purred Tiger Lily, who was no longer in the mood to growl and gnash her teeth.



Lavender, who had calmed down considerably, whispered: “How delightful I look! And how delicious I smell!”


“I have many colors—and they’re all spectacular!” Declared Impatiens.



“Girlfriend, don’t you forget: I’m the star of this show!” Preened Sweet William, examining himself in the mirror.



Back at Mother Nature’s place, Peacock and Frog helped Mother Nature her tiptoe into the stream to finish the spa soak that had been interrupted.


“We did good work today, Peacock. Especially when we gave the flowers the colors they deserved and were meant to have.”

“As you say, Mother,” Peacock agreed.

“In the meantime," she said, "I’m taking time out to relax in my lilypond spa. Give me a half hour before you call me for anything, Peacock.”

“Of course, Mother.” He discreetly turned his back as she disrobed. “Frog, you take Mother’s robe, and put it there on the rock where she’ll be able to reach it.”

Frog did as he was told then hopped to Peacock’s side, for Peacock had opened the ledger again, anticipating tonight’s schedule.

Every hour, he had learned long ago, was a busy one when you worked with Mother Nature.

End
                                          The Meadow of flowers sporting a riot of color.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

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Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Meditations VI: My Gratitude List 5/10/11

                                                 Gratitude 
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One of the things that we do in Alcoholics Anonymous is meditate on what we are grateful for in our lives and write those things down. Thinking about what you’re grateful for and making a list might sound like a stupid waste of time.  But it chases the blues away and gets you off the pity pot. It melts away anxiety.

I looked up the word “grateful” and it means “being appreciative, thankful… feeling or expressing gratitude.”  Here’s where the list comes in. It focuses you on the particular.  Makes you see or realize what and who what you “appreciate.”  Then, it requires you to “express” it or communicate it to yourself.

“Why?” You might ask. “I already know what I appreciate. I don’t need to tell myself that.”    Well, maybe that’s the case for you. Most of the time, life runs on such a fast track that everything becomes a blur. First, how can I be grateful for what or who surrounds me if I don’t even see it? If I don’t stop multi-tasking and take the time to look, hear, feel, see, smell? Second, sometimes I forget the things in my life that I am grateful for. Why? Because I’m too busy inviting negative energy because I’m bitching and complaining about something that I wish hadn’t changed, or because I’m feeling resentful that I’m not on the other side of the fence which looks greener than my side. And, third, sometimes, I might not even recognize things I’m grateful for because I take them for granted. All that being said, here’s today’s list. It’s not all-inclusive, I’m sure. But I can always make another tomorrow.

                           Today’s Gratitude List

  I’m grateful that I am still writing… and for still having work that I like to do.
  I’m grateful for money enough to shelter, feed me, and put clothes on my back.
  I’m grateful for unpolluted water to drink, for food to eat.


  I’m grateful to be able to get out of bed, stand up, walk, and move without pain.
  I’m grateful to be able to breathe fresh air.


  
   I’m grateful to be able to touch and experience the one I love.
   I’m grateful for the love of my spirit-guide dogs.
   I’m grateful for the company and compassion of friends.


  I’m grateful for my 5 senses working well enough to let me fully experience the earth, people, life.
  I’m grateful to be able experience beauty in all forms: see clouds in the sky, hear my favorite songs, smell   the fragrance of things of the earth, feel ALL of my feelings.
  

  
   I’m grateful for sobriety today…
    and for ALL of the yesterdays of my journey.