MJS Creative Landing

The little blue umbrella was cheap. It was not inexpensive. One can get a quality inexpensive umbrella, but a cheap umbrella is a cheap umbrella. The work was hard. It was not difficult. One can be challenged with difficult tasks and make his or her way through it, but hard labor is simply hard. The burden was heavy. It was not weighty. It was heavy. One can carry something weighty and manage about knowing the object can be sat down, but a heavy burden is just heavy. Where do you put it. The student was stupid. The student was not ignorant. A student can be ignorant and open to learning. The student is just without the gift of proper knowledge, but to be willful and unreasonable is just stupid.

It is raining and I am loving it. Thank you, rain. Thank you for every drop. We have been in a drought here and I am grateful for the rain. Every drop. In fact I am of the opinion that it should rain for the next forty days. It should rain like the rain is suppose to be here forever and ever.  It should rain as if the ground were dying of thirst. I am dying from thirst. It should rain all day and all night. I would like that. I remember one Summer in the early 2000's (2007) where it rained almost the entire Summer.  I stayed on a 10 hour alert to find a break in the rain just to get out and mow the lawn. That was a good year for an introvert. It should rain so that no one can say that it never rains here. It should rain to shut the mouths of those who think that rain is a waste of time. It should rain to make them think twice about having the name rain in they mouth. It should rain so I can be inspired to put on rain boots and stomp around. It should rain so I can collect a ba...

mold and shape me for productiveness and assure me that all is well in this I can be glad though grieved by trials I am glad bring on the day yielded and waiting go on by for control is not in the effort but follows the faith it is not mine bring on the light of the day I can stand I can wait There is nothing to this vapor of life otherwise it is joy unspeakable to search out what is to be found attentive to the sight and sound bound until loosed to fly instructed and guided am I

 Just because you can does not mean you should!

All around me lives effect not always knowing what the cause all the around me is the cause not always knowing what the effect So glad that there are those settled enough in spirit and in themselves to push the envelop I worry much and quicksand seems to bind my feet, and voice and life Am I that sensitive seems to be the case far be it for me to say my weakness is my strength Like gases light and hardly undetected but yet here I fear to poison slowing my own livingness must sabotage always call for favors from unwitting partnerships who is to say that this is not the tapestry of fate meandering words, sidewinding thoughts, lazy as calm rivers carving out spaces still unrelenting will forward, forward needlessly professing it is just as obvious that backward's trick is this it is yet forward nonetheless call those to stand and be not moveable not pushed off the mark of righteousness the ground is firm and true the ground is firm and true

In the silence of the the day in the silence of the room, cars can be heard zooming by trying not to miss the light. A woman is whistling a jazz tune to herself and bopping through the room. She grabs a fruit snack bag and opens it up. She sits the bag down on the counter and resumes her whistling. She grabs the bag from the trash bag that is full to the brim from the kitchen island. Some paper towels spill from the bag as she lifts it out of the trash bin. She places the bag on the floor and leans over to pick up the two paper towels. Still whistling, she ties the tall kitchen bag close. She picks her right nostril and turns to exit the house. She opens the door and the door and exits, but before she exits she feels that the door nob is in the locked position so she reaches around by twisting her wrist to unlock the door to prevent herself from locking herself out of the house. Still whistling but no longer dancing, she shuts the door and moves toward the trash bin. She lifts the bin ...

He asked that his wages be 6 Miller High Life 40oz bottles a day until the job was complete. I wanted him to demo the sheetrock in the bedroom I had spent my childhood growing up in. His name was Joe Silva. He was a felon and an alcoholic. Momma liked him, though. He said he would only charge 200.00 dollars to do the 12x14 room and ceiling. I had gone to visit my mother and looked around what was my childhood room. I had punched many holes in the walls from my youth. The holes were covered with various pictures and posters over my teen years. I had kicked a hole through the bathroom 30in door by age 11. I had a rage-aholic relationship with my own space. But anyway, I had a reached a point of wanting to reconcile this relationship of punishment, so I hired Joe. He was in his 50's and had just been released. I was in the middle of leaving Tim. I was 32 and momma was 57. Momma and I purchased all the materials. We strapped the sheetrock down atop my Toyota Corolla. The pace of the jo...