An African Elfin Fairy Contemplating Springtime Beauty


An African Elfin Fairy Contemplating Springtime Beauty


African Creatures in Fantasy and Fiction

http://fantasy-faction.com/2016/the-creatures-in-the-shadows-west-africa


Angels are Celestial Higher level beings from God. Whereas Elves and Fairies are terrestrial creatures who must pray for Guidance from God. They assist in maintaining this Earthly Realm.


My brother Stephen who has Autism is a True Angel. As you can see Stephen operates on a much Higher Heavenly Level. Stephen life view is gifted from Above.




An African Elfin Fairy Communing with Nature



For Us of the African Diaspora



Myself The Inner City African Fairy Elf is Artist of the Month for April at The Daily Press Coffee Shop located at 38 Somers Street, Brooklyn, New York.


Wandering Journeys


Another sleepless night at yet another flea bag hotel motel filled with stinky fungus filthy shit smells.

Trout Pout. Toothless Grins.

Fool on The Hill

Woken up by banging garbage trucks and banging couples beating their heads along with various other body parts against the headboard filmsly glued to the threadbare walls. Pillows round my head. TV turn up still doesn’t drown out the animal grunting sounds.

Coffee and cigarettes. Tea and toast. Then it’s off to yet another meeting. Yet another convention.

Somebody reminds me that it’s yesterday, today or tomorrow. Or perhaps all three together.


Send them on their way. Send them on their way.

Bubbled. Bagged. Packed and DONE.


Wanderers dispatched inside within Tornadoes, Blizzards, Hurricanes, Earthquakes and Mudslides.

Blitzed with Noise from both within and without.

Journeyman. Journeyman! When will I see the light of day?

Journeyman! Journeyman! Where will I be?

Loop. Repeat.


Yet another night in a dingy dirty flea bag motel. Located in still another decrepit long forgotten Fly by night by the hour on the

outskirts greasy spoon dive backwater SROs. Dirty needles and used condoms litter the floors making pathways to dodgy stairwells.

Trains running backwards and upside down.


Vanquished


Residents fixed in place. Darkness of days. Cosmic inversions. Moonless of nights.

Mutilated People have mutilated dreams.

Backhanded compliments seeking FORGIVENESS while repeating their sinful insults over and again. Feigning confused innocence so transparent I see the smirk on your face. Demons wearing Angels Wings.

Trust broken. Friendship never was.


First FORGIVENESS Friday of 2019


First FORGIVENESS Friday of 2019


I’m writing this Blog Post inspired by Debbie Roth of Forgiving Fridays. Her Blog Posts cause me to think about my words and actions.

It’s the Last Forgiving Fridays of 2018! Today’s topic is Gratitude and Forgiveness

I’m also including a Podcast featuring Bishop TD Jakes. Bishop Jakes made this for 2018 but it’s a lesson for every year. For some Strange reason the videos visuals don’t go with the teaching sermon but just listen as though it was a Podcast.



The Power of Life and death is in the tongue. Proverbs 18:21


Growing up my parents used to tell me, Don’t put your Business out in the Street.


Nowadays the Street not only includes folks who like to gossip, lie, act a fool, Showboating or what Millennials call Flossing and Carry tales but those who feel the need to share all their personal and private information on Facebook, Twitter and Blogs. Then wonder why nothing is working out in their lives or worse yet the consequences of running the mouth has come back to bite them in the ass.

End diarrhea of the Mouth!

SHUT UP!!

If you say or do something wrong be an Adult, go back and Apologize.


When I was in the United States Army back in the late 1970s we had to answer the phone, 569th Personnel Service Company. This Line is Not Secure.


Silence is Golden.

Especially when the temptation to react and say something that you will regret is at the tip of your tongue.

You don’t have to attend every fight to which you are invited.


I retired in August 2018. During the ten years that I was at that job many things happened both good and bad. There were some extremely difficult times but I knew that when I left I had to leave all the ugliness and nastiness behind. Pain, loss, sorrow and anxiety prepared me. Sometimes you must go through. There’s a Blessing in the Lesson. Not that I want to repeat the last ten years but I’m definitely more appreciative and grateful having come through the Fire.


Some of my former colleagues wanted me to return for an Exit Interview specifically to badmouth the Junior managers who had caused me harm. I declined. I spoke up for a staff person who was being bullied via emails to the appropriate person but as for myself my time in Purgatory was over.

You can’t move onto the next Phase of your Life if you are stuck in the Past.

To quote Author L.P. Hartley, The Past is a Foreign Country; they do things differently there.


God honored my Silence. By the end of September I learned that the building I was working in would be leased to another Museum. Therefore only the Union staff will be absorbed by the Main building. The Nonunion employees including the evil Junior managers better start looking for New jobs. No. I’m not rejoicing that anyone loses their jobs but to quote another one of my parents sayings, God don’t like Ugly.

Shortly after that my housemate and I were having a meal at the Daily Press coffee shop and we had a pleasant conversation with the Founders of A Creator’s Collection.

My Season had arrived. If you follow my Photography Blog Roaming Urban Gypsy you’re aware of all the Art Shows I’ve been in since then. My artwork has also been on display at The Shinnyo-en Meditation Center.

One cannot forget the past but you can control how it affects you. I’ve also learned to be very cautious and selective about what I share Online. There’s absolutely No Reason to write about or complain about my health issues or finances. By doing that you give People ammunition to manipulate you. Abuse you and make a Fool of you.

Only discuss those challenges with your spouse if you are married, a trusted family member, doctor, dentist or your minister or Pastor. Whining, moaning and groaning accomplishes absolutely Nothing.

As my girlfriend says, Handle Your Business!


Does this mean that we don’t have compassion for others who are going through? Of course Not! Every one Needs a listening ear or a shoulder to cry on. This was illustrated in a previous Blog Post, Pause for Thoughts where a chance meeting in the local laundromat gave me an opportunity to be there for a Mother whose 15 year old Son has Autism. God put me in the right place at the right time because the Lord knew out of all the People washing clothes that day I would understand Her pain and frustration because I’ve been there.


We Need More Compassion and Loving kindness in this World.


It’s the Last Forgiving Fridays of 2018! Today’s topic is Gratitude and Forgiveness


As my Dad Edward Palmer used to say, To Know Better is to Do Better.

The Trees are Crying


I made this painting to honor and give tribute to mostly forgotten and ignored caregivers. The Mom whose son has Autism was especially specifically on my mind.

The general public expects us to be strong and stoic. Never asking for help or even admitting that we also have hopes, dreams and desires. Caregivers are seen as some sort of Superhuman Superheroes. Except that Life is not a series of comic book panels where the Hero can regenerate themselves. We get sick and we die.

We die with our Needs unmet and our Voices forever Silenced.


When we’re in trouble there’s nowhere to go and nobody to turn to. Who cares for the Caregivers?always our Voices are lost because no one hears our cries.

Holidays are especially difficult because you’re under pressure to do so much. Expected to do activities that you can no longer do for whatever reason. Abandoned by family, society and government. .


Yet you Learn Silence with a Smile because that’s what is wanted of you. Like a trained seal that balances a rubber ball on its nose in order to get a stingy ration of one thin bony Fish. Now clap then disappear so that the rest of us can continue in undisturbed comfort.


Tears at The Oasis

a Creators’ Collective Brooklyn Art Show


 

Saturday, October 20th.

 

Three of my paintings will be on display. Hoping to Sell All Three!

Suggested Donation of $10.00. Preferred Donation: $20.00. Starts at 6:00 pm. Entertainment begins at 7:00 pm.

 

aCreators Collection on Display