The Vibrant Channeled Creator

We need healing… Christ brought it

We know despair… JOY is divine

We feel lost…Follow the Gospels

We feel alone…touch others

We fear…believe

Bask in the revelation of Hope

my June 28, 2024
plant from 2023
saved all winter in my sunny green house living room. Blooming again on the sun deck next to the greenhouse.

brother flowers on 6/28/24 to go with my colors on the deck

The Writers Almanac for 6/26/24
It’s the birthday of novelist Pearl S. Buck, born in Hillsboro, West Virginia (1892). Her parents were Presbyterian missionaries in China, and Buck was born while they were on vacation in the United States. When she was three months old, they took her back to China. She learned to speak Chinese before she learned to speak English. She and her brother explored the streets and markets of Zhenjiang, watching puppet shows and sampling food. She was embarrassed by her blue eyes and blond hair, but she didn’t let it hold her back. She enthusiastically joined in local celebrations, big funerals, and parties. She said, “I almost ceased to think of myself as different, if indeed I ever thought so, from the Chinese.”
She fled China after civil war erupted and began writing a novel on the ship to America called East Wind, West Wind (1930). The following year, she published The Good Earth, about a Chinese peasant who becomes a wealthy landowner. At the time, Westerners saw China as one of the most exotic places on earth. Pearl Buck was the first writer to portray the ordinary lives of Chinese people for a Western audience. The novel won a Pulitzer Prize and became an international best-seller.
Buck turned out more than 85 novels and collections of short stories and adopted nine children. In 1938, she won the Nobel Prize in literature. Later, she became active in the civil rights and women’s movements, and she founded the first international, interracial adoption agency in the United States.

When we race

We can’t fly in the same place

Or on each others backs.

We need the 3rd eye

The wings on our back

The breath of our lungs

To fly with spirits

lythe with the birds, the clouds and family.

JP

6/25/24

civilized leash

civilized flip flops

civilized teen age cat and owner

The joy of summers!

These words are a constant admonition to see in the migrant not simply a brother or sister in difficulty, but Christ himself.

feed him

give him to drink

clothe him

take care of him

visit him in jail

From Pope Francis

solidarity

running

stair climbing

arbitrating

equity

respect

how to speak in 13 language

talk museums of NYC

welcome all immigrants

share the land, traditions, culture, nobility.

jp

6/19/24

Djuna Barnes

From Garrison Keillor and The Writer’s Almanac on June 12th 2024

It’s the birthday of Djuna Barnes, born in Cornwall-on-Hudson, New York (1892). She started out as a reporter for a variety of different magazines, including Vanity Fair and The New Yorker, and she often contributed illustrations for her own articles. She was part of the bohemian scene in Greenwich Village, and published a collection of poems and drawings in 1915 called The Book of Repulsive Women.
She moved to Paris in 1920 and became friends with writers there, including T.S. Eliot, Gertrude Stein, and James Joyce. After reading Joyce’s novel Ulysses in 1922, she said: “I shall never write another line. Who has the nerve to after that?” But almost 15 years later, she published Nightwood (1936), an experimental novel about a woman named Nora Flood, her love affairs and her spiritual advisor, a transvestite named Dr. O’Conner.
The book was rejected by all the American publishers she submitted it to, but T.S. Eliot loved it, so he published it himself and wrote an introduction. It had a great influence on many later experimental writers of the 1950s and ’60s, and it’s become a cult favorite.
For the last 42 years of her life, Barnes lived as a recluse in New York City. Writers came to pay homage to her, including Bertha Harris and Carson McCullers, but she sent them away. Her neighbor E.E. Cummings used to check on her by yelling out his window. She rarely left her house, and she spent her last 30 years working on a long poem that was found in her apartment when she died in 1982. In 1973, she told her editor Douglas Messerli: “It’s terrible to outlive your own generation.”

SUNDAY, JUNE 9, 2024
 
“We have to learn the art of loving every day. Listen to this: every day we must learn the art of loving; every day we must patiently follow the school of Christ. Every day we must forgive and look to Jesus, and do this with the help of this “Advocate”, of this Counsellor whom Jesus has sent to us that is the Holy Spirit.”

Conference Call

The Magician uses his abilities to connect with all aspects of nature, as if he were on an endless conference call with the spirits of the elements. Communication and networking are his greatest powers. Much like when using services like Webex, skype, Zoom or other audio or visual conference platforms, it is important to understand the people you are talking to so you can meet with them on a personal level and you can have the best conference call possible. Conference calls can sometimes be long and stressful and the tone of your voice and clarity of your speech are important. Whether its a video conference, you are screen sharing with several people, or on a telephone conference, be like the magician and relax your mind before you begin.

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