March With Me

                     

 I keep prayer material in every room in the house. Beads, bibles, devotional books, how to pray better books, world religion books, notebooks and pencils, I need structure in my constant state of prayer. (Im praying right now, to remember to get my nails done, they are clicking on the keys wrong, and I am thanking God for curse words!!) God and I have a hand holding, deep conversation relationship. He knows I talk to Buddha also, to help center me, to pray better. He (or she?) knows that I like all the parades and flowers in Hindu religion, Judaism, Catholics, I will worship with all, and believe in Jesus, all at the same time. I thank God for my desire to read and learn even into my seventies!!!!

Also, in each room of my house, I have furniture that you can "fall out" in. My back is wacked out, left knee, and entire left leg, it is not a fun thing, so I fall out a lot!!

Sitting at this computer, the sciatica pains are running up and down, so this blog maybe a little iffy. Any pain makes thinking about other things hard, but I am hanging by a thread, Crushed in spirit!!

Losing Ward at age 24, crushed me and those pieces will never be in the right order again. Losing Mom(Mary) recently was not so sad, more joyful. She too, had been crushed by death, my sister Trudy, Brother Tommy, and her beloved Homer, my dad, plus her first grandchild, my Ward. She was broken and 91, so grief consumed her. Jesus called her home, and she is with Daddy now. We rejoice at their reunion. I bet Jesus has not seen her yet. Daddy is refusing to go to the Big Altar, and mom will not let go of his hand. Im praying for him to just say hello, to the person on the right hand side of God, and refrain from any questions. He knows Gene Autrey and all about The American Indians!!

Now if you know me, and I think you may, none of this was in my blog for today. I What words come to this page, just shows up.

And maybe you will find a little pearl of wisdom, a laugh or cry, I just have to write my thoughts down, so I don't keep paying for a shrink!!!I tend to sway, and it works for me. 

Now the real blog was about singing and songs.

I sing all the time, another form of therapy, for sure.  

I wake up singing and I never know the song, it just comes to me. This am, From a Distance, by Bette Midler began and I smiled. I like this one and I had to look up all the lyrics to do it justice!! (One of my sons, said that I remind them of Bette Midler

, I told him, I know you mean all the good singing!! He who will remain nameless, said no, The crazy Mermaid stuff! Well OK with me)

" From a distance we all are instruments, Marching in a common band."

Sing it today for me and think about our common world.

What instrument would you be playing? I am playing and marching with Yo Yo Ma!

A Cello!

Make me an instrument of Peace and improve my voice Jesus, when you get a little time.

When mom was in Assisted Living Place, I would go down her hallway singing loud, and she would Holler!! "I hear you coming Bonnie, and we would both laugh" Sometimes she would not know me, but most of the time she did, and she would rave about my singing, which only a mom would do. 

A renewed spirit is just one song away.

Booming voice and extended notes, puts the broken pieces back in some order. Not the right spot, but still in a good place.

Happy Saturday All

Bonnie

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