The Storm is Passing Over


 

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Storm

Rain storms. Snow Storms. Hurricanes. Blizzards. Hail Storms.  Like the Storms in our Lives they all come to pass.

Storm ~~ She who has power over the elements.

Storm
Storm — Power over the Elements

http://marvel.com/comics/issue/50894/storm_2014_1

Wikipedia

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Storm_(Marvel_Comics)

Storm (Ororo Munroe[4]) is a fictional superheroine appearing inAmerican comic books published byMarvel Comics, commonly associated with the X-Men. The character first appeared in Giant-Size X-Men #1 (May 1975),[5] and was created by writer Len Wein and artist Dave Cockrum.

The daughter of a tribal princess from Kenya, but raised in Harlemand Cairo, Storm is a member of a fictional subspecies of humanity known as mutants, who are born with superhuman abilities. Storm has the ability to control the weather and can fly. She is a member of the X-Men, a group of mutant heroes who fight for peace and equality between mutants and humans. Possessing natural leadership skills and some of the most formidable powers in her team, Storm has led the X-Men from time to time, and has also been a member of the Avengersand the Fantastic Four. As an adult, Storm married her fellow superheroBlack Panther, and was by marriage made queen consort of the African nation of Wakanda, but lost this title when they divorced.

The character is one of the most prominent X-Men, having appeared in many X-Men incarnations. Storm appears in five installments of the live-action X-Men film series, where she is portrayed by actress Halle Berry and by Alexandra Shipp in X-Men: Apocalypse.

Jesus Calms the Storm

Mark 4:35-41

New King James Version (NKJV)

Wind and Wave Obey Jesus

35 On the same day, when evening had come, He said to them, “Let us cross over to the other side.” 36 Now when they had left the multitude, they took Him along in the boat as He was. And other little boats were also with Him. 37 And a great windstorm arose, and the waves beat into the boat, so that it was already filling. 38 But He was in the stern, asleep on a pillow. And they awoke Him and said to Him, “Teacher, do You not care that we are perishing?”

39 Then He arose and rebuked the wind, and said to the sea, “Peace, be still!” And the wind ceased and there was a great calm. 40 But He said to them, “Why are you so fearful? How is it that you have no faith?”[a]41 And they feared exceedingly, and said to one another, “Who can this be, that even the wind and the sea obey Him!”

The Barrett Sisters – The Storm Is Passing Over

 

 

Detroit Mass Choir – The Storm Is Passing Over

 

All Pictures from Google pics unless otherwise stated.

 

 

Epilogue


 

In God’s Time I shall return. Suffering is a part of Life as is illness/sickness/disease. As much of my disabilities are hereditary and I cannot change my genetic code this is something I must accept. Whining, complaining, bitching and moaning won’t change a thing. With acceptance comes peace. For example Monday, July 18th I tried to find certain of my poems in my Documents file and found they were all gone. Normally I’d be upset and panic but as compared to constant chronic pain I though So be it. Perhaps this is a sign of some cosmic change I’m not yet privy to understand. I’m not one to beat my head against a rock. Nor will I go running to and fro for some miraculous cure which does not exist. It is what it is.  I will enjoy the time left to me whether its two months, two years or if I’m lucky another twenty years.

 

1 Peter 4:12-19

King James Version (KJV)

12 Beloved, think it not strange concerning the fiery trial which is to try you, as though some strange thing happened unto you:

13 But rejoice, inasmuch as ye are partakers of Christ’s sufferings; that, when his glory shall be revealed, ye may be glad also with exceeding joy.

14 If ye be reproached for the name of Christ, happy are ye; for the spirit of glory and of God resteth upon you: on their part he is evil spoken of, but on your part he is glorified.

15 But let none of you suffer as a murderer, or as a thief, or as an evildoer, or as a busybody in other men’s matters.

16 Yet if any man suffer as a Christian, let him not be ashamed; but let him glorify God on this behalf.

17 For the time is come that judgment must begin at the house of God: and if it first begin at us, what shall the end be of them that obey not the gospel of God?

18 And if the righteous scarcely be saved, where shall the ungodly and the sinner appear?

19 Wherefore let them that suffer according to the will of God commit the keeping of their souls to him in well doing, as unto a faithful Creator.

Eye Spy Spectacle Rainbow Cymbols


 

 

 

So tired and sleepy I get out of the house looking like Rainbow Bright spaced out on LSD with clashing colors, zig zag Zentangles and roaring patterns at war with each other.

So vivid that one needed reflecting shades to withstand the glare. A weak effort to shake myself wake as a living breathing abstract artwork at war with its diagonals curves and sweeps.  Woody Woodpecker resurrected my childhood with his abandoned laughter. Many roads tumbling, jumbling hither and thither across assorted pathways. Abducted Angels absorb my Glory.

As I walk down the street one can hear clashing symbols, whistling flutes, clanging bells, the caw of criss-cross Raven raving Nuthatches committing an assault upon every bodily sense causing transacting commuters to part the Red Sea at my approach. Joseph’s Coat of Many Colors had nothing on me.  A Gaiety of Savage Sartorial Splendor was I!! Vintage dynamics on bold display. Even my hair gets into the act with each plait sporting garden variety Skittles blooming palette. Swerve and verve over upended creeks and vibrational valleys. Today I hear red, black and green calling me to my prophecy.

Jackson Pollack tie-dye kaleidoscopic colors, hues, enveloping me as though I’d been baptized in a vat of melted Crayola 64 crayons. A Holy dip baptism by Paintball Dragons focused on my soul’s Bi-Textual salvation.  I say there! Have the Impressionists begun mixing it up with the Expressionists? Pondering, I cut myself on Einsteins glass beach. Whilst calico kitty groomed away my fears.

Can a Sister get a side of sprinkles with that shellacked cone chimed Raggedy Annie!!

 

Little Did I Know that He was Watching.

 

The Prodigal Daughter Returns


 

The Prodigal Daughter Returns

Back By Popular Demand!!

The Sassy Sexy Irreverent One has made her way back to the Writing Blogosphere after a very brief hiatus!!

Still suffering the slings and arrows of outrageous misfortune despite all ills, aches and pains the Queen has made her way back to her Throne!!  In the guise of Blue Spider Woman and with extra assistance from the Nubian Ninja D-Nice is back in the House!! Three Cheers for her Ladyship!! Hip! Hip! Hooray!!

Blue Spidey Lady

 

 

Me in 1961

It’s Quitting Time!


 

When I was a child there was a program called the Wide World of Sports. A Man’s Voice transposed over a series of sports videos announced the Thrill of Victory and The Agony of Defeat.  Well I have come to and must admit to the Agony of Defeat.

I am not the strong woman who I used to be and others might think that I am. My Life in particular my health is totally Out of Order and I’m Not Okay nor is my situation likely to get better.

First of all I want to Thank the 3,318 Followers/Subscribers who have stuck with me over the last six years.

As some of you who have been following my blog for the last four or five years might know sometimes I’ve alluded to my health challenges. I try not to dwell on my health challenges because I don’t want my blog to turn into one giant sob story.  You’ve been with me during my attempts to better my overall health and perhaps heal certain conditions in my body. You’ve read about me changing my lifestyle, trying to improve my diet within the restraints of my budget, trips to the health food store, my limited time at the gym until my right knee gave out, my Soulful Struts (walking exercises) which have now come to an end, going with my Japanese Buddhist girlfriend to her temple in the hopes that mediation and/or mindfulness would help me (Nope, I’m way too hyper), Bible Studies, etc….

However now it is not just extreme joint pain but I’m also having difficulty breathing, going up and down stairs is torture, bending, walking, etc… is bodily punishment. Chronic pain along with chronic insomnia is not something I’d wish on my worst enemy. Plus problems with my vision still persist.

I can hear the voices saying I should go to the doctor. Been there. Done that. In fact since I had my stroke in Nov. 2008 I’ve been to the doctor and hospitalized over two dozen times. Nothing helps. In fact some of the medications they gave me in the past made things worse.  Another negative factor has risen it’s ugly head. Cost. The prices for co-pays have doubled and in some cases tripled. Now I don’t even make $35K a year in a city where you need to make $70K to live comfortably. So if I must choose between going to the doctor or eating, paying my rent, utilities and transportation well the doctor loses.

Somebody else chimes in well DeBorah you are a Veteran why don’t you go to the VA Hospital? Well if you live anywhere in the U.S.A. you know that the VA hospitals have the worst reputation in the entire country. You either go on a very long waiting list, never get seen and die or they misdiagnose you and you die. Either way you die.

Basically health care in America is for the very rich and the very poor. Nothing for the working class.  People who are married or have some family support can fair better during illness. I have neither. I’m forced to admit failure and defeat. Not a pretty picture but I’m a Realist.

Anyway I said all that to say this; More than likely I probably won’t be adding much to this blog. It will go into limbo because I don’t have the strength to keep it up. All Good things must come to an end. At first I thought about deleting it altogether but decided against that since I have some wonderful poetry, stories and commentaries going back six years.

It’s been a good run and thanks for the encouragement, support and memories. I might make an appearance from time to time but those will be brief, far, few and rare.

However I’ve decided to focus completely on my photography blog Roaming Urban Gypsy:  https://roamingurbangypsy.com/

You can find me there.

I’ve Closed Comments for this post as there is nothing else to say and I do not wish to respond to any comments.