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.

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.

Gentle Ganesha Stomp


When he died All the Elephants gathered at Human House Home. Outside in the red dusky hard clay dirt she beat the ground crying, sobbing, wailing, pouring out her heart in sorrow and grief. Her tears watered each newly formed altar as two more babes were planted within Gaia’s womb.

Each pachyderm delivered a gentle caress with tender trunks lullabying her to sleepscapes. Once bidden by Hypnos and Somnos their nimble trunks carefully placed pillow thatch with moss green bed under her ambient sailing form.

Forming a protective circle swaying tender Tuskers began their slow strange dance.

Gentle Ganesha Stomp.

Gentle Ganesha Stomp.

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DeBorah Ann Palmer

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One Word Photo Challenge: Elephant

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Part III: People, Places & Things

If you want to share a literal image of the actual word, do that. But if you’d rather play with word association, post something that reminds you of the specific word, or something you use the word for, do so. It only has to make sense to you. Have fun and keep on photographing!

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This week’s word is Elephant!

Ganesha Mantra to African Drums

‘No Man is an Island’

No man is an island entire of itself; every man 
is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; 
if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe 
is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as 
well as any manner of thy friends or of thine 
own were; any man's death diminishes me, 
because I am involved in mankind. 
And therefore never send to know for whom 
the bell tolls; it tolls for thee. 


Olde English Version
No man is an Iland, intire of itselfe; every man
is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine;
if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe
is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as
well as if a Manor of thy friends or of thine
owne were; any mans death diminishes me,
because I am involved in Mankinde;
And therefore never send to know for whom
the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.

MEDITATION XVII
Devotions upon Emergent Occasions
John Donne 

Joyful Childlike Qualities


 

Joyful Childlike Qualities

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Tuesdays Trickles – My thinking corner.

I’ve always felt that my brother Stephen having Autism is a many layered Blessing revealing itself in more amazing ways as time goes on. Despite the fact that he is 55 his mind is about at the level of a eight or nine year old. Stephen may not be sophisticated but he is kind, loving, gentle, sweet, considerate and caring.

I suppose because his mind is mostly in the present and he does not have the capacity to worry about the past or the future Stephen remains “In the Moment.”  This gives him the ability to partake of spontaneous fun & games as you can see in the below photos. Stephen balances me. I being the worrywart immediately think of various fun, exciting and adventurous activities that we can do together.  Imagination and not being afraid to possibly make a total fool of yourself gives you a Freedom to explore new worlds. You can be a Super Hero or any character real or imagined!!

Stephen Vincent Palmer ~~ My Sibling Who Brings out the Wackiness & Quirkiness in Our Worlds

Stephen, me and the Marvel Universe characters helped Save the World in 2014!!

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Stephen the Transformer

 

 

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