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SoCS: Perfection Will Not Have My Soul. I’ve been to the Grace Street Garden.

Ah, perfection, you devil,

driving dedicated dudes to delusions of grandeur,

or to early graves from stress.

Not me, though.

Perfection, you will not have my soul.

I will redefine you.

Not a hair out of place becomes wild and free ~

catching the wind and the sun.

The manicured lawn goes native,

A natural home for bugs and birds.

Business casual has become

Hoodies and yoga pants with clogs.

Take THAT perfection!

You have no power over me.

There’s a yard on Grace Street I often pass on my way home. Over the years, the person who lives in the house has collected more and more yard art. I suspect people in the community have also contributed. Some unenlightened people might consider this an eyesore. I think it’s perfectly magnificent! Recently my friend was driving and offered to stop so I could take pictures. That’s when I discovered this was not just a collection of funky yard art. This is the Grace Street Prayer Garden! Who needs perfection when you can have Grace?

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Good News Tuesday for Jan. 31, 2023: Pope Fracis Calls to Decriminalize Homosexuality, More Affordable Solar Panels, Students’ Art on Electrical Boxes, and a Rescued Dog Saves Her Dad

Seeking Balance One Tuesday at a Time

Pope Francis Calls on the World to Decriminalize Homosexuality

In an interview last week, Pope Francis said homosexuality should not be a crime and called upon the 67countries with such laws to decriminalize. GoodGoodGood has details HERE.

Solar Panels Will Soon be More Affordable

The cost of solar panels is getting ready to “plunge” due to increasing access to affordable materials. TechCentral has details.

Elementary Students Make Art from Defaced Electrical Boxes

Student Art

Elementary Students in San Diego, California have turned defaced electrical boxes into beautiful works of art. Take a look and read their story HERE,

Rescued Dog Saves Her Dad

When Brian Myers had a stroke and fell, Sadie the German Shepherd he rescued, pulled him to his cell phone so he could call for help. You can read all about Sadie and Brian in this article full of photos and a video of the two reuniting after Brian’s hospital stay. Here’s a video of Brian telling the story:

Got Good News?

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SoCS: Why or why not?

Today’s prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “start with why.” Begin your post with the word “why.” Have fun!

“Why can’t I ……?”

“Because I said so.”

When I was a kid, I promised myself I would never give that irritating response to my children. “Because I said so,” is no answer for inquiring minds who really want to know the reason. I believe I broke this promise a couple times with my kids, but not often.

Asking why is healthy. It helps us learn more about the world. Unless you’re in a life-or-death situation, like a tornado is coming and we all need to get down in the cellar.

There’s a quote about asking why:

Some men see things as they are and say why. I dream of things that never were and say why not.

Robert Kennedy

Why did he say, “men,” and not people. I guess saying men or man was still the norm back then.

Why do we have to have two main political parties with such polarity and hoopla on each side of the chasm?

Why not try more ranked choice voting which is what got the first native Alaskan elected to the US congress. Mary Peltola defeated Sarah Palin in a ranked choice vote. The way I understand it is that you get to rank your preferences on the ballot – first choice, second choice, etc. This gives a more accurate measure of voter preference with less temptation to vote for someone who is more electable. The person with the lowest number of votes is eliminated and their votes go to the second choice for each voter. I think that’s how it works. I just read about this yesterday. Didn’t even know it was an option. Well, why not?

Wrote all that Friday. Now it’s Saturday morning.

Also, why did my home covid test come back negative yesterday when I feel so damn sick? I guess I should be thankful it’s not covid, which I apparently haven’t had yet, but I was almost sure it would be positive. The symptoms remind me of my reactions to the vaccines: Zero energy, body aches, headache, no appetite, plus foggy brain, and at 2am I had teeth chattering chills and a fever. Ugh. Sure makes me appreciate an average day with just feeling okay.

One good thing is I did some art before I got sick. I was going to share it here, but not sure if I have the energy…. Maybe later.

Okay, here are the two pieces from the acrylic pouring class I took. For the first one, I used a small stick to make the lines in the starbursts. In the second one, the I used a paintbrush to add the dolphin which was totally unplanned. I’d been playing with the still wet paint with my finger (why do we do that?) and messed it up. Eventually, the dolphin emerged.

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The Unicorn who Rescued the Fairy from the Troll

My sketch from the 70s

I might not jot every day in January, but today’s Just Jot it January prompt from Astrid is UNICORN, so I had to jump in and jot something. Visit Linda’s post here for details and Astrid’s blog for a multitude of musings.

The sketch above is something I did in the mid to late 70s. I had forgotten about it then discovered it recently at my high school friend’s house in a frame. It had faded, so I offered to go over the lines again with a sharpie. I probably did not plan the content of the sketch, but it seems to tell a story anyway. Perhaps the unicorn is going to rescue the fairy. Maybe I can try my hand at some fantasy…

The lord of the trolls, knew the fairy was magic, but was clueless as to how to exploit her. He captured her and placed her in the terrarium that had been stolen from the elves. He kept her near his nest. He thought about pulling off her wings, but vaguely wondered if he could use her magic and thought it would be better if he kept the thing alive for a while. He fed her mushrooms, but she ate very little.

A winged unicorn called Jaden was peacefully munching clover, when he received a mysterious message through the underground mycelium network that someone needed help. His task was to find out who and how he could help.

Jaden is not used to spending so much time close to the ground but must do so to follow the mushroom trail. He overcomes earthbound challenges along the way. When he finally finds the fairy, he must face the lord of the trolls. In self-defense, Jaden stabs the troll in the heart spreading unicorn magic through the hulking form which puts him into a deep sleep of metamorphosis. A jade green cocoon grows the troll king. What will he become? We do not know.

Asking for help, the fairy raised her arms up to Jaden who sliced the top off the terrarium with his horn.

“Thank you, very much for coming to my rescue,” said the fairy. “You are rescuing me, right?”

“Of course, little one. I am Jaden.”

“I am Silluie,” said the fairy. “We should leave before more trolls come.”

“Certainly! I know you can fly, but we will go faster if you cling to my mane.”

Silluie flew up to Jaden’s head, secured herself in his forelock, and they flew away to more adventures.

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My granddaughter’s is all about unicorns, so that was the theme of her last birthday party.

Here’s what I get when I search for more unicorns among my pictures:

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SoCS: Gratitude and Angel Art

Our Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “close eyes and point.” Grab the closest printed material to you when you sit down to write your post, open it up (if it’s a book, flyer, etc.), close your eyes, and point. Whatever your finger lands on, use that as your prompt. Have fun!

Thanks Linda!

It’s Friday morning, earlier than I usually write my post for SoCSaturday. I’ve got a busy day getting ready for tomorrow’s artisan fair at my church. It’s a big deal to me. The forecast is for a lot of rain, but it’s an indoor event, so I hope they don’t cancel it. This afternoon will be clear skies, or at least not much chance for rain, so that will be good for the set up. I’ll share some more later about that if the stream takes me there.

So, sitting at the table which doubles as my desk, there is a pile of papers to my left. The one on top is a green piece of scrap paper that I’ve written notes on from one of my organizations – Northside Food Co-op. I live near the northside of town which is part of a large food desert that includes my neighborhood. We’re starting with a Saturday farmers market and the plan is to have an affordable grocery store in the area. I signed up to be on the community engagement committee. (This was after telling myself not to sign up for anything new.) Anyway, there was a zoom meeting and a guest who is a former resident of the northside. The young African American woman talked to the committee about growing up without regular access to food, the poverty of not knowing, watching her mother struggle, and some personal trauma that she experienced. I asked her what helped her get through these things, and she said she just did – she got through it. She shared a spiritual awakening as an adult that has given her enthusiasm to go back and help those in the old neighborhood.

I didn’t point with my eyes closed, because when I looked at the green piece of scrap paper trying to decipher my notes, I was pulled to the word, “gratitude” in the middle of the paper. The young woman who grew up on the northside said,

“I have a purpose. Gratitude is a big fire inside.”

That would make a nice one-liner for Wednesday. But here it is in the stream. A big fire inside makes me think of heartburn, so I don’t normally think that way. But for some people, a fire inside is a motivator for enthusiasm, a warm glow that gets things going. I could use some of that. I’m pretty busy right now, but I need more exercise as I get older. There is a tendency to want to be a couch potato which is okay sometimes. Good thing I have all these ideas that get me off the couch and nice weather of the autumnal kind to get me walking outside.

This morning David texted me that he has known me for 50 years. The party where we met in 1971 was on November 6th. That was so cool that he remembered, even if he remembered it a day early. He is the farthest thing from a couch potato. It’s interesting how partners compliment each other. I’m a night owl and he’s a morning person…….

I am filled with gratitude that God brought David back to me when the time was perfect. I’m also grateful that I have the flexibility in retirement to be busy, when ignited by the fire inside, or to sit on the couch and watch the Lord of the Rings or whatever I want to watch.

Here’s my favorite recent piece I’m taking to the artisan fair Saturday. I believe I already have a buyer!

“Blessing the Whales” ~ Acrylic on Wood Panel

Here are some other projects I’ve been working on for the artisan fair. David drilled holes in the mimosa cookies so they can be ornaments. We had to cut the mimosa way back when we had the roof redone. It grew back well.

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SoCS: Art Inspiration, Vegan Aspirations, Expiration Dates, and a Road Trip

Today’s prompt is from Dan who’s filling in for Linda. You can visit both of them over at the virtual bar at Dan’s blog today. Here’s what Dan came up with:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “inspire/aspire/expire.” Use them in any form you like. Use one, use two or use them all if you want. If you use two, you get bonus points! If you use all three, Cheryl will put your next drink on David’s tab. Enjoy!

I hope to inspire, but more naturally than in the past. Because I like to be inspired, too. In my art folder here on my laptop, I have a folder named, “inspiration.” It has ideas from nature and other people’s art that I want to, not copy, but be inspired by, taking my own spin on them. Clouds inspire me, like this one:

If you know a lot about clouds, you might be able to tell I turned this upside down. Originally it looked like a bird or angel diving down to earth. Turning it upside down makes it a rising mermaid or angel or something. I like rising better than diving, though I do love diving under water. So I’m going to paint it rising, whatever it turns out to be. The head will be different. We’ll see what happens. Do you notice the face near the very top a little to the right of center? It’s kinda eerie/cool. The face seems to be looking over a shoulder or wing.

Aspire. I have aspired to be and do many things. Maybe the best is to aspire to be ourselves. Our true selves, not what others expect. I think of myself as an aspiring vegan, inching closer and inspired by the vegans at the farm where I volunteer. Been doing better on not eating fish. Gave up chicken a couple years ago (the chickens on the farm reinforce that) and stopped eating mammals in my early twenties. Cheese though is sneaky. Dairy productus show up unexpectedly in granola bars or veggie burritoes. Anyway, I’m not perfect, never have been, never will be.

Expiration dates are subjective. My husband will eat (almost) anything that smells okay even if it’s expired. I might go a couple months out from when something was said to expire. Maybe six months. A lot of food is wasted because it’s expired or looks funny, but it’s still good to eat. I’m glad people are starting to rescue and redistribute some of that. I got some free almond butter that had expired at the new food co-op down the road. Almond butter is something I don’t usually buy, because peanut butter is so much less expensive, and there’s something about almonds production that’s a problem, maybe with bees. I don’t remember. But it was a nice gift, the expired almond butter.

My energy level expired Saturday when David drove home from southeastern Connecticut to southeastern NC. He’s a tough guy. Just riding in the truck all those hours was hard on my body. We took the scenic route close to the eastern shore, because it was less traffic and less stress, though more time (15 hours with our stops.) We had considered stopping for the night halfway, but David seems to have an amazing ability to keep going which only inspires me to take a nap or take pictures. Oh, the reason for the trip – we had gone to visit David’s mother who is 86 and doing very well except for some vision problems. (We have all been vaccinated.) She was very happy to see us after five years and told me all about her volunteer work at the elementary school when her kids were little. I’m going to write another post about that sometime – about how she helped start a kindergarten, school library, and got things done as a mama bear back in the 1960s. But that’s enough for now. Here are some photos from our trip. I hope to stay home for a while.

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Happy October!

For more streams of consciousness visit Linda’s blog HERE. Be sure to look for Dan’s contribution at “No Facilities” in the comments.


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SoCS: Angel Wings, Caladiums, Fairies, an Owl, and my Old Dog

Here’s our prompt: “the last photo you took.” Take the last photo you snapped. What’s the first word that comes to mind when you look at it? That word is your prompt. Enjoy!

The last photo I took was…. No wait. What’s the word? It’s a toss up between, Fairy, and What, as in What is the title of this piece of art that I’ve been working on for the past year and a half?

It all started when David was making a cabinet to store more canned goods at the start of COVID. He brought home the door of the cabinet, and I said, “Wait a minute! Look at those angel wings!”

Here’s one section

Unfortunately, it’s a bit heavy, but I couldn’t let it just be a cabinet door. Here are some enhancements below inspired by the wood grain. I was looking at caladiums a lot. Then the owl just showed up.

This was maybe a year ago.

Well, it’s closer to being finished. It might even be finished. I don’t know. And I don’t know what to call it. Tree fairies and friends? Caladium Angels, Fairies and Friends? Any ideas? Here’s where it is now:

What’s the first word that comes to your mind?

I didn’t plan the painting much. Some things just emerged, like my Golden Boy, Jesse who’s in heaven. Maybe he’s hanging out with fairies and owls.

For more streams of consciousness and rules, visit our host, Linda Hill at:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS July 31, 2021 | (lindaghill.com)


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One-Liner Wednesday: Beware of Artists

I might have shared this before, but when I saw Linda’s One-Liner Wednesday topic of art, I couldn’t resist. Not that we have to stick to a topic. I just like the idea of being “dangerous” through art and mixing with all classes. I have seen this quote attributed to Queen Victoria.

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One-Liner Wednesday: Nurture Love

The hair salon where I got my hair trimmed (back in the old days) found their windows broken in late May or early June after a night of protests following the murder of George Floyd. The business reopened quickly, with their “hurricane boards” in place, trying to make up for being closed for so long due to COVID.

After a couple weeks of driving by and seeing the plain plywood, I remembered that I had a lot of light blue paint leftover from renovations and asked if I could paint an angel of the boards. Apparently the building’s insurance would not cover the windows, and the business owners had applied for assistance but had no idea when the glass would be replaced, so they agreed.

The wood grain inspired the “Angel with the Heart Hairdo” who later inspired the words:

Nurture the blossoms of love wherever you find them.

Let them become you.

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One-Liner Wednesday – Drive Slowly | (lindaghill.com)


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SoCS: Senior Moments, Mini Skirts, and Yoga Pants

Well, it’s official.

I’m a senior citizen. Today is my 65th birthday. (As you’re reading this on Saturday, because I’m writing it on the eve of my 65th birthday.)

What is the minimum age at which a person can claim forgetfulness and confusion is due to a “senior moment?” I know some folks could say it’s in your fifties. I have been getting a senior discount at the movies for maybe ten years. Oh, I miss going the movie theatre. Maybe some day that will happen again. I’ve been having senior moments more often, though not every day and with no serious consequences. If a person has a touch of ADD or head in the clouds since childhood…. but those aren’t senior moments are they? Now, I can call them senior moments. Now, I have Medicare. Hope I don’t have to use it much, but it will probably be better than what I had.

Going back to the prompt remember mini skirts? My dad hated them. I think they started in the 60s. Late 60s maybe. Not very comfortable. I used to wear shorts under my skirt in junior high school. And how could I think that was okay to have the original classic Star Trek female crew wearing those impossibly short dresses? Now, it makes me cringe. In the pilot episode the psychiatrist wore pants. Good for her. But later, it was ridiculous, but I had no idea it was ridiculous, since I wore mini skirts. I’m not even going to look for a video.

Maxi skirts are much better. I have maxi skirts now – made from stretchy material like my yoga pants which I love to wear almost all the time now. Because I CAN. Yoga pants, sweat shirts. Yeah, I might get dressed up again some day, maybe even for my birthday dinner. But only if I want to. The plan is to go hiking in the afternoon. Doesn’t matter how far, as long as I get out into the woods and walk around on my 65th birthday.

A couple of days ago, I found a sketch I drew probably in the 70s. Mini skirts were still around, because I remember wearing one during my senior year in high school. Anyway, here’s the sketch. No idea how I came up with it. Probably had something to do with my head being in the clouds, naturally, not even on drugs necessarily, but lets not go there.

There’s a story here, right? Feel free to add a caption or title for this sketch.

Today’s SoCS prompt was: “mini/maxi.” Use “mini” (the smallest of something) or “maxi” (the largest) or both in your post. Have fun!

For more streams and the rules, visit our host, Linda G. Hill. at:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Dec. 12/2020 | (lindaghill.com)