The Shadow Knows!!!


 

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Shadow

When I was a girl My Dad Edward G. Palmer was constantly reciting various radio programs from the 1930s/40s when he was growing up. The Shadow was one of his favorites. Lamont Cranston was The Shadow.

The Shadow Knows

 

 

 

 

 

DeBorah as the Veiled Shadow Goddess

Raison D’être | The Daily Post


 

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Raison D’être

Why do you create? Publish a post about your artistic raison d’être.

 

I create and in creating give Praise to the Master Creator!!  All that I have and all that I am comes from God!!

I also give Thanks to my most excellent parents Edward & Mable Palmer who encouraged my creativity. Growing up during the 60s/70s I was a very active child. Actually if I was a kid now I’d probably be diagnosed with ADD or ADHD.  During the PTA conferences the teachers would tell my parents that I was a very smart child but I kept finishing the lessons too early, going ahead in the books, helping the other kids in the class and reading the books in the small classroom library. My parents only heard or chose to hear the words smart and intelligent. Mom taught me to read, spell and write at an early age. I believe by the time I was three or four I was reading above and beyond grade level. By the time I was seven or eight I had created my own special alphabet/language and using construction paper and markers made a book about a character named Mr. X.

My parents encouraged me to read. Thank goodness there were no cell phones, PCs, tablets or computers back in those days.  I read voraciously!  I was a lean, mean reading machine!!  Still am!!

My parents and my paternal Aunts all felt I had artistic capabilities. Therefore Dad lavished me with all sorts of art supplies, drawing implements, sketch pads and when I became a teenager a drawing table. The ones that angle.  I also received many arts & crafts projects like Latch hook rugs and various other art kits.

Now along with my brother Stephen I create Photo Collages. Stephen and I are working on a joint collage project.  Below is one I created in 2012 as a solo project.

Then during High School I decided I wanted to be a writer specifically a poet. I created many poems. After I got out of the Army in 1981 I took video classes at a local arts center and made my first and only video poem.  Somewhere either in storage or among my messy room is a VHS tape with me acting out the poem.

Fast forward into the future after my beloved Dad passed away in 1995 at age 36 I returned to college. Attending and earning my B.A. in English at Marymount Manhattan College in May 2002 at age 43.  Over the course of eight years the professors at MMC worked me hard. The class work was demanding but I thrived on the challenge. My writing really began to bloom. Of course if you had to constantly write 25 page research papers on a regular basis you would either bloom or bust. I bloomed like a flower in the desert. My professors nourished me. I made the Dean’s List in 1999 and was recommended by then Dean Joan Brookshire for a special program called Women in Urban Leadership.  Dean Brookshire kept telling me that I had a gift for writing. I was honored but did not take her words seriously because I was moving up the career ladder. Not until I was laid off from my great managerial job and found myself in a much lower paid and lower position as a museum guard at age 49 did once again did I not only return to my writing but found that with all my trials and tribulations my writing had matured.  I suppose when you are struggling and barely getting by that gives you plenty of fodder and a new way of seeing the world.

No more fancy vacations. No more zipping around in my car. No more TV. Lost my apartment but at least I do have a place to live and my room-mate is an artist.  On the surface it all seemed like a loss.  But not so. I’ve gained more spiritually with each layer of material goods that has been removed. Everything happens for a reason and I believe the reason in my case was so that the following Bible Scripture Verse that the Lord gave me back in the late 1980s could come to pass.

Habakkuk 2:2-3

New King James Version (NKJV)

The Just Live by Faith

Then the Lord answered me and said:

“Write the vision
And make it plain on tablets,
That he may run who reads it.
For the vision is yet for an appointed time;
But at the end it will speak, and it will not lie.
Though it tarries, wait for it;
Because it will surely come,
It will not tarry.

 

Also my genetic gift and talents for photography has been growing by leaps and bounds. My Dad Edward G. Palmer was an amateur photographer. I still have his Kodak Koda Chrome slides from the 1950s up to the 1980s.  My genre is Street Photography. Please take a look at my photography blog Roaming Urban Gypsy.    https://roamingurbangypsy.com/

 

You’re My Praise!! You’re the Song My Heart Keeps Singing!! You’re the Reason why I’m Living!!

The Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir -You’re My Praise

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Paid Family Leave Coming to New York


FMLA_Paid Rally

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Victory for New Yorkers!!

Paid Family Leave will become law January 2018.  This is wonderful news for all New Yorkers!  As many of my long-time Followers/Subscribers well know I’ve been fighting to receive FMLA so that I may care for my brother Stephen who has Autism.  Please see and read the New York Times Article.   Also click on the Search category FMLA or Family Leave to see and read my previous blog posts on this subject.

The New York Times did an article on my brother Stephen and me. Please take time to read this eye opening article of our lives. Thank you.
http://nyti.ms/1BktTeP

 

Here is a synopsis from the Action Network.

The NYS Senate just voted to pass the strongest paid family leave bill in the country and we expect the Assembly to do the same this afternoon.

The passage of 12 weeks of paid family leave is a momentous victory for New York’s families. New York now leads the nation in ensuring that working families have access to this essential and long-overdue benefit.

New York’s families will now have access to 12 weeks of job protected paid family leavecovering all private sector workers, at a 2/3rds weekly wage benefit level.  In addition, public sector unions will be able to opt their members into this program.  

 

I’m sure many of you are wondering how does this affect Stephen and me.  Well to be truthful since it becomes a Law in Jan. 2018 not a whole lot because I will be retiring spring 2018.  No more begging and pleading for time scraps and leftovers. My time as a step-child from a Charles Dickens novel will officially be over.  I will no longer have to choose between keeping my job and caring for my brother Stephen.  Hallelujah!!

However with that being said, as an Activist particularly in my case as an Elder Activist and Autism Advocate the battle is not just for Stephen and myself but for future generations. My time in the wicked workforce is gradually coming to an end. I’m really looking forward to retirement and getting back control of my life as opposed to now where my employer has the control.  Anyway the point is when we fight to change laws or get new laws enacted it may not have the impact in our lives that we wish but we do it to alleviate the suffering of other families and our community.

I remember a long time ago when I was much younger my Aunt Helen Garcia recounting the racism, bigotry and prejudice she encountered trying to get a job in New York. Yes New York!  In the 1940s New York was only a few steps ahead of the South in terms its treatment of Black Americans.  My Aunt Helen cried because my generation, the Baby Boomers was the first generation to benefit from the Civil Rights Movement.  As I recall the stories of Jim Crow Dayton, Ohio from my mother, grandmother and Aunts I absorbed those stories and realized the opportunities available to me that their generation never had.

Now as I make a rapid approach to my 60th year on this earth I’m still out here as a walking wounded warrior but I’m holding out the baton to the next generations.

Millenials are you ready to carry the torch?

I stand on the shoulder of one of the Mothers of the Civil Rights Movement Fannie Lou Hamer.

https://dancingpalmtrees.com/2016/01/16/fannie-lou-hamer/

Millenials are you ready to pick up your swords. Have you put on the Full Armor of God in the fight for Disability Rights?  Autism Rights? Caregiver Rights? Human Rights?

Along with your human genius you have the genius of technology. Young People please use those innovations for more than just selfies and sexting.  There is a war going on. We need all hands on deck.  Like our grandparents and parents before us one day I will pass from time into eternity.  As one Watchman goes to receive their heavenly reward another must take up their post. To paraphrase the prophet Nehemiah, “I’m doing a Great Work for God and cannot come down from the wall.”    Nehemiah 6

https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Ephesians%206:10-18

Ephesians 6:10-18 New King James Version (NKJV)

The Whole Armor of God

10 Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord and in the power of His might. 11 Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil. 12 For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age,[a] against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places. 13 Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.

14 Stand therefore, having girded your waist with truth, having put on the breastplate of righteousness, 15 and having shod your feet with the preparation of the gospel of peace; 16 above all, taking the shield of faith with which you will be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked one. 17 And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God; 18 praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, being watchful to this end with all perseverance and supplication for all the saints—

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One Love | The Daily Post


 

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One Love

The universe is telling me to focus on love. What is it saying to you?

Bob Marley – One Love

 

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Sentimental | The Daily Post


 

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Sentimental

Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.

This is a word often associated with romance and marriage. The first one does not last at least not in my case. Too many Exes– so there was never a “Jumping the Broom” stage. When I was young and stupid I used to get all doe eyed sweet but as the years pass reality has set in. Sometimes I do get nostalgic for childhood. No bills. No money worries. Few responsibilities. Very little stress. No crazy bosses, insane co-workers or psychotic jobs! Mom and Dad took care of us and life ran smoothly but once again reality showed up in the form of cancer and the Happy Life went up in smoke.

However let’s indulge the word Sentimental and take a journey down Memory Lane.  My parents world of Big Bands, 78s, the Brooklyn Dodgers, transistor radios and a little of my innocent care-free past.

Sentimental Journey

 

Come with me as we enter the Make Believe Ballroom

Glenn Miller ~~ Sentimental Journey

 

Ella Fitzgerald ~~ Sentimental Journey

 

 

Now Let me bring you some Baby Boomer Forget Me Not Tunes.

Patrice Rushen – Forget Me Nots

 

Finally a song from one of the greatest Female Singers ever. A song that brings tears to my eyes because I still have many faded photographs from Happy times gone by.  Miss you much Minnie Riperton. Sooner or later everyone we have ever loved or cherished will leave us leaving on distant untouchable memories.

 

Memory Lane – Minnie Riperton