MJS Creative Landing

Evening comes before morning in the first book of the bible so night comes before day darkness comes before dawn earth covers seed before emergence sight hampered yet vision steady hesitant but propelled nonetheless something will give inertia sudden or eventually Water flows but when stagnant recomposes nothing still for long disappear is just a myth stories myth as well only truth in constant only new is old

There will come a day very soon where I will be able to delete all emails pertaining to job searches. I will be delighted to place that check mark in all those boxes on gmail, yahoo, and whatever else. I will be delighted to close all those tabs of websites offering up their wears, their various and sundry. Oh to have a day where my web browser has only 4 of 5 open tabs.  The day where the other web browser has 7 or 8 will be grand. The day where I might not have to go back to firefox over safari or chrome because this web browser cannot handle this web service or web content or pop-up or whatever else is keeping progress from unfolding, that day will be grand. How joyous the day will be to be free to wander about the world wide web without that particular intent. Yes, I will be glad.

Venus was the youngest child of the Chapa family. They lived two blocks up. You had to get to Reynolds then to 15th Street from where I lived in the middle of the block of 14th Street to get to her house. It was a wood framed craftsman 2 story home. It all looked very wood-y to me. Tall ceilings and a wooden staircase met you at the door. This day I knocked. Venus' sister let me in. I remember blue walls in the living room or maybe it was the bedroom upstairs that Venus' brother's had. Her brother's bedroom looked out onto the street. Venus' name was Alvina. We called her Venus. I met her in the first grade. We were 6 years old. Her parents would let me in to their home when I ran away from the people in my house. It was easy to runaway at 6. At Venus' house I remember her papa sitting on the floor in the living room with me and Venus. We were playing pick up sticks. This game with these sticks in a tube that were all different colors was aimed at the players us...

  All during my sleep these 8 hours passed I could think of nothing but Vegetable Ice Cream. Don't ask me why. It just was recurring. I dreamed that I was in this shop that was off the side of the road. It was a shop attached to another shop. They were both old school made of wood. They looked like rehabbed shacks. I grabbed a giant frozen kale leaf with blue kale green kale hints. I was munching on it and looking around. I asked the young black man sitting behind a counter how much was the kale I had? He said 60.00. I didn't spit the kale out in shock to that ridiculous price. Though, I wanted to, I just kept crunching on it. There where containers of other frozen sheets of all sorts of vegetables. The people I went in with were friends of mine and my sister. They lived in Houston. It was Tim, Jackie (they are married), me and my sister. We are all looking around. Then it hit me! Where is the vegetable ice cream. Since this store was full of sheet slices of vegetables in conta...

Finding new gadgets to use for weary backs is a joy. I picked this shoehorn up from IKEA a few years back. Just recently I have began to use it when I put on my running or yard work shoes. It is one of the best things since sliced bread. My foot glides down the tool and floats into my shoe. When the job is accomplished, I always have a sense of joy. It is often the little things. Don't overlook the little things.

 I have a lover of my soul,  a caretaker and a way maker,  a gentle giant, a king maker,  a soul provider, a sit be-sider,  a place of rest, absorbs my stress,  sees me at my lows and at my best,  let's me pitch fits, and mends He'll stitch,  corrects in love, rules from above,  will not let me slip, my ways be fixed,  exchanges my debts for forgiveness,  aids me to tolerate,  be kind and generate  long sufferings and well earned fates  and then leads me to contemplate. I sit still and in the morning we relate and I wait. My steps are ordered I'm safe and loved well all opposed to goodness, grace and mercy He does reveal.  I can come from among them I can run to His shelter, I can hide under His Wings I can do all things. Though Christ who Strengthens me.

Strung over a vast cavern and tethered by the grip of tall oaks I trust I can step out onto it but can I have that same energy when a third way through ten meters or at the half way mark? In whom do I trust at those moments? Surely the winds are not at my control. They do not answer to me. Surely those whom the air was meant for fleet of wing and abled flight I do not rule over those who rule the air. The thunder clouds or scorching heat the elements whose dominion far exceeds the lives of men or beast Is it I who dares to think that I move about with a greater trust a strong belief or unmerited vestige where choice and feat meet? Destiny is gentle, slow, and faster than an arrow but it comes. Is this the day? For sure everyday. It is everyday.