Share Your World – March 12, 2018


 

 

Share Your World – March 12, 2018

Share Your World – March 12, 2018

Image from Cee Neuner

If a distant uncle dies and you were always his favorite and leaves you $50,000 (any currency) in his will, what would you do?

 

Immediately put in for Retirement then Stephen and I would take a nice vacation to the Caribbean.  I would donate $2,000 each to both Stephen’s Group Home Residence ~~ QCP and his Day Treatment Center ~~ AABR. I would move forward with establishing AweSome AweTism Adventures featuring Stephen in videos all around New York City and maybe upstate New York.

I would definitely make a $2,000 donation to the Shinnyo-en Buddhist Temple. I’d also be able to volunteer more and just spend more time in a peaceful environment because I’d be a Retired Lady of Leisure!

https://www.shinnyoen.org/

Find a better place to live because my housing situation is up in the air. No more back to back Double Shifts to survive. Just think I would not have to worry about paying my rent!

Buy a better laptop computer because this one will probably die soon just like what happened to me last year!

Have my own art show. Featuring my photography and Mixed Media Photo Collages. I’m building up lots of canvases but of course no money to rent a place for an art show.  If money was no object I would rent out a really nice gallery, cater in great food and even have some live Jazz music.  Imagine if I had the money my pipe dreams would come true.

I’d also have a Special Photography Art Show for my Dad Edward G. Palmer.  He never got his due when he was alive and I’d do it as a Tribute to a Great Dad and a Great Man. My Dad was a gifted and talented man. I’d find a reliable person to convert those old Kodak Koda Chrome slides from the 1950s to the 1980s to Digital.

I would start doing more self care things for myself like massages, doctor visits, trips to Hawaii, Georgia, Florida & California, spending time at Spas, getting my hair and nails done. Being able to afford to take care of myself would be a Miracle. Now I cancel Doctor’s Appointments because I can’t afford the co-pay. I ignore pains and other health issues. Rest and Relaxation. Mainly All the things that I cannot afford to do now.

 

 

What sound or sounds do you love?

Sounds of nature.  The sound of the tinkling bell at the Shinnyo-en Buddhist Temple.  When that is gently rung that signals Chanting.  Mostly the Sound of Silence. I’m mostly a Loner and a Solitary.  Anytime I must socialize I have panic attacks before the event.

 

The Sound of Silence (Original Version from 1964)

 

 

What’s your middle name?  Why?

Ann.  Because that’s what my Mother decided. Pretty much All my Baby Boomer female cousins on my Mom’s side have the middle name Ann.

What did you appreciate or what made you smile this past week?  Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination. 

 

The Union Art Show

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Numbers | The Daily Post


 

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Numbers

Equations. Clock faces. Cash registers. Numbers are everywhere: this week, share a photo that puts them front and center.

 

Puff Daddy – It’s All About the Benjamins (LiL Kim, The Lox, Biggie Remix 1997)

It's All About The Benjamins Baby!!
It’s All About The Benjamins Baby!!

Benjamin Franklin org (3)

Parakeet Number
Parakeet Number
6 1/2 Avenue
6 1/2 Avenue

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Baby Boy


He looked like an Angel albeit a broken Angel splayed out on the cold marble floor. His head at angles with his twisted body along with his staring unseeing eyes extinguished any hope that the embers of life still burned within him.  The earth came up to meet him and swallowed him into the heavens.  The Benjamins make a poor parachute.

Cupid shot by his own Arrow.
Cupid shot by his own Arrow.

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Baby Boy

Baby Boy Got $200 sneakers as a reward for cussing the teachers and failing in school. Teacher or principals fault. Grades all F but it ain’t me you fucked up can’t you see! School’s for Fools. Some place I don’t want to be.

Baby Boy he never wrong. They got it all mixed up seeing me strong. Y’all know I’m the King of my crew. God’s Gift to everything.

But in the back of your head all you can see is yo’ no count Daddy, welfare system and crackhead Momma staring back in the mirror saying you gonna be like me.

Hanging out in the upper class nabe with my hoodrat crew. See a few things I wanna take. Wait a minute! What’s that I hear! A siren in back of me. Starting to fear. Next thing I’m on Lock down in Juvie Hall. Where my crew at now when as I’m taking this fall.

Baby boy lying in a ditch. Worse off than being a Snitch. Off to Rikers’ to be somebody’s Bitch. Baby Boy. You Done. You Done.

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His rhymes had got him to the big time. Opened new doors of upper class vice and sin. The immoralities of the 1%. I gazed at my son from the balcony of one of the greatest art institutions in the city seeing not the young man who had entered the 27 Club of the Immortals but every little boy running up and down Linden Blvd., Jamaica Avenue, Fulton Street or Sedgwick Avenue running to be the next 50 cent or Jay-Z finding fame and winding up on 27 Jump Street misjudging the doubles lives one foot in the hood and the other on Central Park West or the Upper East Side seeking Hipster fame and validation.

Jump my Son/Sun. Jump out of your dreams and into Eternity.

Delusions and Illusions


Hebrews 11:1

King James Version (KJV)

11 Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.

Hotel California
Hotel California

 

The time is now to stop being the sacrificial lamb, cease casting our pearls before swine for there is nothing to be gained by staying in a place that serves only to be a hamster wheel. You’re furiously running but getting nowhere. There is no profit or gain in such an existence. Gaining the whole world and losing our souls is the ultimate delusion/illusion. There are no true guarantees in life and our lives should not be measure by dollars and cents. If we measure our lives in terms of dead Presidents and a few Benjamins truly we have sold our souls to the devil.  We humans are meant to do more than exist. We are meant to be more than survivors. There comes a time when you have to take the risk, step out on Faith, knowing that God will catch you. Within is Redemption and Salvation.

Jesus said The Hotel California is a whited sepulcher filled with dead mens’ bones ruled by bodies bereft of heart and soul. Seeking only monetary gain on the backs of drones assimilated into the hive. Resistance is mandatory. Deliverance is nigh. Freedom is All! It offers various illusions and delusions of peace and tranquility all the while in actuality a battleground filled with the cries of the wounded and decaying corpses. The time has come to shake dust off feet and march towards Zion.

Blind Boys of Alabama ~ Way Down in the Hole

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