31 Responses to Clothes of GOD

1. katiemiafrederick says:

   December 3, 2015 at 10:18 AM

   ^^^

   Little did Luke know that the D
   card for the Dark Force is then..
   standing behind him the ‘entire time’..
   Yeah.. i know.. i feel.. i am getting a little carried
   away.. still.. with the Cultural meme of Star Wars..
   since May 27th, 1977..
   yes.. i looked that up on
   Google.. and no i didn’t
   remember the exact..
   date other than
   i am soon to
   move into
   high school
   as a senior then..
   but seriously.. science
   fiction is truly no different
   than bible prophecies..
   dream time..
   and all
   entry
   ways
   into human archetypes..
   AKA Cosmic Consciousness..
   gifted to us in our DNA.. in a
   Quantum Entanglement of
   beauty of all we now see
   and know and feel as now..
   and beyond now of course..
   wheRe our minds unify together..
   to art the tapestry of allthatis..
   sAMe toGeTheR WitH
   God now we feel.. see..
   and know.. so
   to say the
   FORCE IS
   AWAKENING IS
   MORE THAN JUST A MOVIE..
   OR A PREDICTION OF A MAYAN
   CALENDAR.. OR ALL THE OTHER
   MYTHS THAT HOUSE TRUTHS
   AND LIGHTS.. AS VEHICLES
   AND VESSELS TO GET
   TO US AS INDIVIDUAL
   PARTS AS WHOLE..
   TO ENLIGHTEN
   US TO EXPERIENCE
   MORE OF POTENTIAL
   DIMENSIONS OF REALITY
   NOW… iS YES.. AN
   UNDERSTATEMENT
   AT LEAST.. OF WHAT
   THOSE OF US IN THE
   SEE.. KnOW.. AND FEEL OF
   THIS ARE
   BORN
   TO FEEL..
   kNOW.. SEE..
   AND RELATE THE
   BEST WE CAN.. WRITE
   NOW.. YES.. WriTe.. now..:)

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2. SOHEIR says:

   December 3, 2015 at 11:14 AM

   Hi Fred
   Clothes of God..
   I like my hijap
   I am proud of it
   I feel comfort and safe with my hijap
   Not all people are alike
   A human being is different from an animal
   Both worship God
   But a human being has a brain and a free well
   Not all human beings are well brought up or well educated
   Our souls are different
   Thanks Fred and Katiemia
   

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   • katiemiafrederick says:

     December 3, 2015 at 12:29 PM

     Smiles.. my friend Soheir..
     a delicate flower
     of honey blue
     eyes of
     green may
     attract more
     bees than vanilla
     flower in dis
     ease..
     however in
     God eYes
     tHere
     is no
     grain
     of sand
     that holds
     these flowers alive
     that are more significant
     than the other.. so as we
     look at the earth closing in from
     Space.. coming back from the moon
     what will we see.. green.. blue.. or man
     made structures increasingly erasing
     the breath of life
     here on planet
     earth.. so no..
     while intelligence of this
     kind can and does bring us
     comfort.. of a
     temporal
     way
     of existence..
     God’s creations
     are for infinity and not
     for God’s children to
     destroy.. overall..
     sure.. human will Love
     to THINK HUMAN is God’s
     favorite creation.. but no..
     of course not..
     as human
     destroys
     God’s creation..
     like no other living
     being has ever done
     on this planet..
     TO respect
     God’s creation
     is not to cover it up
     and destroy it with manmade
     stuff.. however to cover beautiful
     skin and scalp from the harsh dry
     elements of desert life.. is surely a
     correct message from God too..
     Florida means Easter or
     feast of flowers..
     my church means
     Saint Flower
     of Easter..
     a place of
     flourishing life where the
     colorful evidence of God is
     moist and hot.. but no.. a Hijab
     brings more suffering than comfort
     for a person who must work outside here..
     in fact.. heat stroke can be the real result
     as God even makes humans with bigger
     heads like mine from Northern European
     countries to retain heat..
     it’s not just a matter
     of how a person is
     raised or how a person
     is educated my friend..
     it is also a matter of how a person
     or creature is made by God.. the reason
     and free will Gifted by God.. overall has
     been more of a curse than gift as practiced
     by human overall.. to the rest of God’s
     creation on this Earth..
     the only apocalypse that
     human may see
     is that of
     human
     being in the long
     run of living out of balance
     with the design of God that
     is always balance.. my friend..
     we can gain our messages from
     God to live the best life for us iN
     balance with God or we can ignore
     God’s basic message
     of survival
     and die of heat
     stroke
     on a planet
     of heat and humidity
     in another place where
     the Hijab is death instead
     of protection in life.. now..
     and that is where reason..
     the reason of God.. innately..
     instinctually.. and intuitively
     gifted to us by God
     goes deaf
     my friend..
     when we place
     human messages
     above the gift
     of God
     within..
     who will always
     give us the correct
     answer.. with or without
     education.. in a formal way..
     for sure.. the education of culture
     today.. is the sinner of the earth
     out of balance
     more than
     Loving
     balance
     of God..
     and if a person is not raised
     with Love.. the evil
     is more
     likely
     to come
     in harming ways
     of both human and the
     rest of God’s creation free
     or imprisoned
     by words
     that only
     apply to
     a distinct place
     and time on earth
     then.. there is a time
     and place now where increasing
     the population of humans means
     the survival of the human species
     but now is the time and place
     where increasing
     the population
     of human
     beings means
     the potential
     death of both
     human and
     many other species
     of life on the planet of earth..
     if we focus on the messages of
     the past that are no longer applicable
     as God’s evolving planet with
     we changes..
     we die..
     and
     that will
     be God’s will
     for us as well..
     if we do not get a
     corrected message from
     God to change and go on..
     so sure.. we can stay with old
     ways or
     we can
     live..
     and that too..
     my friend is free
     will of dark or light..
     the test of common
     sense as well.. that God
     gifts those who are willing to
     play fair with God’s rule of
     change to test of challenge..
     adaptation
     and survival
     for balance..
     So what gives..
     fear.. hate ..or sharing
     Life.. in balance here to
     the best interests of all
     who live..
     we must
     remember if we
     are going to survive
     that we are no
     greater
     than
     the grain
     of sand that
     holds our weight
     of
     life
     that is
     God as well..
     in balance my friend..
     And to be crystal clear..
     Hijab’s are elegantly
     beautiful and only
     enhance the
     beauty
     of a woman
     to me.. and in
     fact i think my
     wife will look
     great in one..
     and detract
     nothing from
     her beauty or spirituality
     either and in fact she enjoys
     serving me day and night..
     and has no interest
     in a career..
     so she would
     probably fit
     in with the cultural
     ways of Islam
     just fine..
     but no.. not me..
     my friend.. as i am
     too hot natured to be
     covered up in any way..
     but again.. God does make
     us different my friend.. and
     rules that God gives humans
     are tailored to
     each soul
     differently
     as well..
     in both
     spirit and
     flesh in the way
     God is the God
     of diversity
     and truly
     never
     the same
     to the finer
     details
     of Living
     Free now with Relative
     Free Will and Love.. my friend..
     There is no rule of God etched in
     stone but God’s rules my friend
     and those
     are the
     stone
     without
     human hands
     as well.. my friend..
     so sure.. Love
     is written
     in the
     Stone
     without
     human hands
     my friend.. and there is
     a song for that with pyramids
     of Human art.. that will surely
     one day fall
     to the
     dust
     of
     grains of sand..
     human may
     not be here..
     but God will
     Live on as
     always my friend..
     Nothing is our own..
     except for our Temple
     of God.. that we either
     cherish or kill
     by our own
     hands
     of God or
     ignorance my friend..
     and it is often education..
     both formal and informal
     beyond our innate..
     instinctual..
     and intuitive
     senses and feelings..
     that is the progenitor
     of ignorance
     as human fear..
     hate.. and
     destruction
     of each
     other and
     the rest of creation
     on this planet as current gift of home..
     Truly one word suffices and that
     word is
     BALANCE..
     THE RULE OF
     GOD WRITTEN
     IN THE STONE.. MY FRIEND..
     AS THE ELECTRONS SWIRL
     IN BALANCE AROUND
     THE NUCLEUS
     EVENLY AND
     FAIRLY
     AS FRIENDS..:)

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     • SOHEIR says:

       December 3, 2015 at 1:26 PM

       Smiles Fred
       When i say friend
       It is not just a word
       I mean it
       I feel that I made you upset
       Never mind
       You have your own philosophy
       It is okay
       I will not speak again with you about subjects that we have different views about
       I did not mean to upset you or any one in the whole world
       It is better to be silent ..smiles
       🙂
       😀
       Be happy
       Keep smiling ..

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       • katiemiafrederick says:

         December 3, 2015 at 1:46 PM

         Smiles.. my friend.. SOHEIR
         you did not upset me at all..
         i just talk too much sometimes and use
         words to inspire me even more..
         i respect the way you practice
         your religion and defend
         it regularly here at
         home.. as true there
         are different factors at
         play that not all folks consider..
         When i say friend.. what that means
         is Unconditional Love and what that means
         friend is no matter how different your opinion
         is from me.. in how we may have different
         points of view.. there is no difference
         of opinion that you can possibly
         give to me.. that will
         make me Love you
         any less..
         i have carried
         on that philosophy and way
         of feeling with people who have been
         incredibly mean and unfair to me..
         in fact.. the woman who almost
         brought me to my death
         in ways of stress at
         work.. i refused to
         even get mad at..
         when at work..
         but when
         i lost my
         soul..
         that changed too..
         then.. but that’s the part
         that is most important to me.
         and THAT IS both my soul and
         your soul too as friend.. and the
         best way to Love God is to Love
         Unconditionally my friend..
         and for me at least..
         i would rather
         hear all
         of your
         truth without
         restraint.. but sure
         that is up to you..
         my friend.. now..
         as i will continue
         to speak my truth
         under both relative
         free will and Love my Friend..
         And sure they say for writers it is
         not good to say the same word too
         many times.. but i am just a writer..
         and do not
         aim to
         now be
         a so-called
         good writer..
         so i will continue
         to say friend many times
         without
         restraint..:)

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         • SOHEIR says:

           December 3, 2015 at 2:01 PM

           Of course you are a good writer and I always enjoy what you write
           🙂
           Good evening ..in US and in Egypt ..

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           • katiemiafrederick says:

             December 3, 2015 at 2:03 PM

             Smiles again.. My friend.. With wishes of pleasant dreams..:)

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             • SOHEIR says:

               December 3, 2015 at 2:04 PM

               Thanks a lot
               🙂

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               • katiemiafrederick says:

                 December 3, 2015 at 2:05 PM

                 🙂

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3. katiemiafrederick says:

   December 3, 2015 at 12:47 PM

   ‘You’
   know and or feel..
   as much as i discuss religion or and
   politics just for fun.. it’s amazing i have
   any friends at all.. but sure there is a fine
   art in religious and political discourse as well..
   that sure.. could save a human way of planet living balance..
   if enough people take up this art with Relative Free Will
   Attuned to the Truth and Light of Wisdom and Love..
   #nochallengetoosmallorlarge ..:)

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4. katiemiafrederick says:

   December 3, 2015 at 8:15 PM

   A very interesting Thursday
   Poetry Prompt online at dVerse
   Poet’s Pub in the use of synesthesia
   in poetry to metaphor the
   senses.. feelings.. in novel
   ways of
   experiences
   of life from
   A to Z..
   and once again..
   i almost always do it..
   in all the posts i write here..
   but i will just let it go and flow
   with the poetry links of inspiration
   and maybe catch up to the 13 links
   so far provided.. before the Rave Dance
   of tonight
   begins..
   at Good Old
   Seville Quarter..
   anyway.. i write
   until it’s time
   to get
   ready
   and go go go.. NOW..
   in a night of DANCE..
   over and above.. and
   below.. so above..
   inside outside
   and all around
   the writing
   of life..
   in colors
   of blue
   and green
   and yellow
   and
   red
   and all
   between hues
   as well as all
   shades of dark
   and light emotions
   that come as well
   or hmm.. not so well..
   in black.. white.. and grey..:)

   *
   Romance.. bleeding
   red in connections
   from skin
   that cannot
   repel.. shades
   of pink.. then
   brown.. then
   pale
   back to
   friends
   if ‘they’
   are lucky
   enough to stay..:)

   *
   Dancing blue
   wiNds bRinging
   joy now electriC
   breeZe SinGs
   WinGs
   LoveS
   GlorY
   bEinG
   JusT
   BeinG
   aLive
   Free
   Dance of me..:)

   Pastel susurrations
   Loves breath
   gently
   streaming
   light of skin
   comes alive
   iN torrent
   of
   red
   with.. again..:)

   (:..footnote.. i had
   to google
   ‘that’
   word
   too.. wInks..
   Yeah.. sure.. some
   words are poeTry
   prompts unto
   the
   words..
   as metaphors..;)

   Well.. sMiLes.. my friend..
   i have been to a place
   of zero meaning
   and purpose then
   and now i arrive
   at a place of
   all meaning
   and purpose..
   and hell yes..
   the second
   place
   is so
   nice to
   be for here
   for now.. wheRe
   it all means
   a great
   deal
   to me..
   who cares
   who listens
   as long
   as there
   is purpose
   and meaning
   in life.. poeTry
   is in the
   poET..
   my friEnd..
   Glenn..:)

   SMiles..
   UniVerse
   sKin
   scares
   heLL
   of soMe..
   magic
   to me
   alWays
   sTill
   now..
   i Love the Human..
   Condition.. all else
   pales iN
   sHades..
   bLack
   and White..
   to me..;)

   Smiles..
   i can’t say
   there are any
   colors in hell
   or devils..
   my friend..
   but death
   as life
   is death
   without
   colors
   of Life..
   killing numb
   killing numb
   killing
   colors
   of Life…
   i for one..
   refuse to fade.. again..
   no matter who does what…

   *
   First Love
   smoke in sweater
   warmth.. cold
   days then..
   warm love
   comes iN
   sweater soaked
   with smoke
   of young
   woman’s
   mother..
   perhaps
   little cuban
   cigars.. but
   none of
   that
   matteRed
   then.. my friend..
   Love was
   the
   smell of
   smoke..
   37 years
   smells
   sAMe smoke..:)

   Movies.. often
   sources of incredible
   human nuanced
   emotions.. music
   alone can never
   match
   the fuller
   human
   art in theater
   of life to me..
   but sure it can
   be a roller coster
   difficult
   to stay
   on but
   hard
   to get off
   as well with
   heart engaged..:)

   Smiles.. November
   clouds are clouds
   of past that
   melt dreams
   for me
   until
   Spring Sun
   comes again..
   somehow i erased
   the clouds from the
   sky.. decades practice..:)

   Ugh.. I’m never moving
   north but I’m always moving
   and that is the secret of my
   eraser of dark human clouds..
   Adrianna.. Dance free Dance..
   Just dance free.. now again..:)

   i suppose i am 21 before
   i smell my mother’s
   perfume in church
   again.. and then
   for some reason
   it finally comes
   to me
   how
   much
   Love
   costs
   to give..
   decades later
   with a child
   of
   mind..:)

   Ah.. church.. a magic
   place for me when
   young.. where
   confessionals
   echo
   choirs
   of Angels
   in ears of me..
   i never find a
   source for that..
   or do i.. smiles..:)

   Passions fleeting glimpse..
   Romance flees in
   greeting life..
   friends..
   best
   friends last..
   Romance flies..
   to where it
   always
   goes..
   or comes
   again..
   best
   friends
   last..:)

   SMiLes.. my dreams taste
   like RainBows.. even day
   dreams of fragile
   young boy..
   shadow
   of tallest
   rainbow
   folloWinG
   me then..
   dream
   scapes
   wIn..:)

   Smiles..
   a dream of
   world where
   everyone
   writes
   differently
   simply ’cause
   they can.. i’m
   already there..
   with smiles again..
   ’cause i can.. now..:)

   All caught up now..
   at 9:46 pm..
   14 responses
   to dVerse
   and other
   stuff..
   in
   1 hour
   and
   31 minutes..
   back after.. the
   dance of night..:)

   And sure.. when Barbara
   sings.. colors come..:)

   Back at 12:12 pm
   12042015..
   with several
   morning stops
   at other writing
   places before entering
   into the domain
   of dVerse Poet’s
   Pub once
   again.. with
   eight more
   links to
   catch up
   on for
   now..:)

   Lynn.. Lynn..
   that reminds
   me of Zen.. your
   poem here more
   than your nAMe
   of course..now
   and truly when
   we become one
   with the colors
   of Nature
   theRe iS
   no escape
   or separation
   from the One
   of God free as
   Us.. my friEnd
   Lynn.. in the
   middle this
   time instead
   of
   end..:)

   *
   Tree of sapLinG
   heArt bRings
   tRue liGht
   TaLLest SoUls
   SpiRit LEaves
   BranChing
   out
   fOrever
   NOW CHI
   TAI ONE..:)

   Quick Side note:
   When i graduate college
   with Triple Major
   of Degrees
   in Anthropology..
   Social Sciences
   Interdisciplinary..
   and Health Science
   as well..
   Administrator
   says.. Fred
   what are
   you going
   to do with
   all that knowledge..
   i say.. i don’t know..
   problem then with
   Asperger’s syndrome
   is i can input it all
   but have no way to
   fully get it out
   in method
   of writing
   or verbal
   expression..
   and then God
   creates the
   computer
   and
   history
   is here
   now..of
   me..
   and nah.. i didn’t
   stop learning after
   College.. everyday is
   another Encyclopedia
   to me.. and
   i just
   let my
   fingers
   do the
   walking
   in digital
   art of plastic
   keys spread around
   the world electronically
   free..
   i have the handwriting
   of a 5 year old..
   so nah..
   without this
   all theRe iS
   iS
   written
   chicken scratch
   or sanscrit
   of
   mud..;)
   back to dVerse
   now..;)

   *
   ColOr a child’s
   mind.. not even
   a rainBow
   of cOlors
   is enough
   to fill inside..
   flowing with
   imagination..
   no expectations
   or limits free child
   of i.. colors mYe Yes
   Blue and Green.. now..
   etc.. sTill.. living FREE..:)

   Last
   cat walk
   wanDers
   into tHe woods..
   20 years of Life
   Leaves fall
   ’round
   cat…
   Now
   cat
   beComes
   Leaves Trees..
   purrfection iN all
   things
   consideRinG
   free mY friEnd..:)

   Greys..
   hUmans raiSinG
   without emPathy
   oF Love..
   Colors
   aRe Us..
   sAdlYer
   hard to
   pAint
   greys
   among
   us.. now
   long sInce
   canVas
   lefT
   blank..
   BRushPAint..:)

   So..
   it seems
   you are in
   the feel
   of
   evolution
   orange..
   a place
   of balance
   when middle
   oRange
   is ripe
   and
   ready
   to be reaped..:)

   SNail tale
   ends
   telL
   taiL
   moon
   wheRe sHell
   lives in
   hidDen
   nAMes..;)

   Oh..!
   and hi!
   Shawna..
   nice of
   you to
   come
   out and
   play..
   some of
   us never ever
   quite.. hehe..
   no matter
   WHAT..
   COMES
   heLL or
   moonliT
   gLow..;)

   SMiLes.. i often wonder
   as a child and far far
   into the future as
   a so-called man..
   why all the animals
   have it so easy..
   and why i worry
   so much
   about
   falling
   falling
   falling..
   truly an innate
   fear.. falling.. falling
   falling.. along with loud
   sounds.. i can turn it down..
   but i am still falling falling
   then.. finAlly.. i stand
   up and find
   i am
   standing
   standing
   standing
   ALL
   just
   standing ALL..
   and now i am
   a cat.. that
   sheds hIS
   fears
   like
   hAirs
   or dust
   of sKin of me.. Free..:)

   1:07 pm
   and all caught
   up for now..
   sAnd
   dance
   comes
   now.. with
   sun shining
   tall and bright
   as yellow orb
   of honey
   delight..
   where gRAins
   of sAnd me..
   Sun become
   one air
   free..:)

   Back at
   11:13 pm
   to do the
   last two
   available
   at dVerse
   for now.. smiles..:)

   SMiLes of poeTry
   to take a heARt
   and SoUl flYing
   in SpiRit
   wheRever
   iT goes..
   and for me..
   a ’72 snow storm
   in Florida.. a twelve
   year-old boy’s dreams
   of girls and holding hands
   to warm a frail heart and
   body
   to a
   man of Love..
   just holding Hands..
   of Warm and True..:)

   Starfish of Christ LiGht
   swim feathered right
   pass
   outside
   to inner
   core above
   so below
   all around
   reality
   comes
   again.. LiGht is Real..:)

   Last late poetic
   link at dVerse..
   to answer
   too..
   11:06 pm..;)

   i suppose.. for our distant ancestors
   living in snow.. then
   Christmas everynow
   iS just a hug
   and
   wArm..
   and perhaps
   a fire for food..
   as liGht for
   dance
   of night…
   oh..
   a simple
   Christmas
   spells H
   U G S..:)

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5. katiemiafrederick says:

   December 4, 2015 at 10:12 AM

   Rafiah.. Human history is full of tribal instinct
   and fear of the different.. Some people are
   offended that I dance..
   and they are not happy.. Period..

   I am happy so that is their problem and not mine..
   Since the Hijab makes you content and or spiritually happy
   same as dance does with me in worship of the God of Nature..
   That is their problem and one that you may be able to ignore..

   Since we cannot control the tribal instinct that in human fears
   different customs.. And is the innate psychology behind this..
   Until humans view the entire species as one tribe..
   This will always be an issue to ignore unless
   someone blows you up and that is
   applicable to both sides of the
   pond as history continues to prove….

   On the other hand some folks are
   under the misconception that Muslims are
   all forced to do this.. And that is just a matter
   of cultural education.. And that takes time for
   awareness of change to become the reality now..
   It’s much more complicated than that but some people
   are offended by long winded stuffZz.. And I don’t mean you.. Smiles..;)

   #humanswithattentionspanofgoldfish .. And seriously studies prove this
   out on modern humans on average.. A new culturally produced
   human goldfish disorder..
   That’s really sad…

   Sadly.. Folks continue to fear different..
   Sadder still that is often their eventual loss instead of win..
   There is both art and science FTW.. behind Unconditional
   Tough and Passionate Love that tolerates and
   accepts human differences..smile emoticon

   And sure.. i often write about
   the condition of human
   bullying with a link
   here from
   last year
   and this
   time too..:)

   https://katiemiafrederick.com/2014/12/03/ode-to-my-bullies/

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6. katiemiafrederick says:

   December 4, 2015 at 10:31 AM

   http://decodinghappyness.com/2015/12/04/who-needs-superheroes-when-you-have-a-brother/

   SMiLes.. with Hello Himali..
   the world can certainly not
   get enough of super heroes
   or friends who are named
   as brothers and sisters..
   and truly to celebrate
   these heroes
   is to
   reinforce
   their presence..
   as we will never be
   able to rely on
   mythical
   heroes
   to
   get
   the job
   truly
   done
   of living
   successfully in peace
   of mind and body balance
   with thanks for
   the blessing
   of our Lives
   as
   iS N0W
   my friend..
   and sure.. super
   hero too.. as well
   as sister..
   life is too
   short to
   fear
   anything
   my
   friend..
   Himali.. and when
   that state of mind and
   body in balance is gained
   as reality that now becomes
   forever..
   now..
   as
   Bliss..
   Nirvana..
   etc…:)

   http://decodinghappyness.com/2015/12/04/dreams-that-steal-my-sleep/

   SMiLeS.. agaIn Himali.. with HELlo..
   theRe are two kinds of dreams..
   dreams to repair stress..
   and dreams to create..
   and the dreams
   to create are
   Lucid waking
   kind now that
   have no limits
   or expectations
   except for
   a new
   way of
   thinking
   and feeling..
   and expresSinG
   that is Art of human
   communication
   with creation
   activity
   and the
   end
   product
   as Art SpiRit
   sharing and living
   Art comes now
   As
   US
   AS fuller
   SoUls in
   miNd and
   BoDy Balance
   with
   heArt..:)

   i feel.. the same
   from you my Angel friend..
   smile emoticon

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7. katiemiafrederick says:

   December 4, 2015 at 1:33 PM

   Oh.. my celebration of
   “666 Months of LiGht”..
   publishing after midnight
   in wee Birthday hours
   of 12062015.. ‘now’..
   also my Grandfather
   Leo.. the X-Catholic
   Priest and
   storied
   evangelist
   as philosopher
   too.. born
   this date
   in 1895..
   120 years
   from then
   now is..

   https://katiemiafrederick.com/2015/03/19/666-months-of-dance/

   And sure i also celebrate
   666 Months of Dance
   from conception too..
   on Solar Eclipse Day
   of March 20th..
   in 2014..
   per my original
   due date of
   6201960..
   shortened
   by a doctor’s
   vacation that brings
   me to the light of born..
   2 weeks early on 6660..
   my birthday of
   calendar day..
   Only meaningful
   to me.. as the
   numbers do
   match up..
   in synchronicities
   ways of doing stuff
   all life now..
   as well or
   not so
   well..
   It is what it is..
   and the more purpose
   and meaning i find in life..
   the broader my horizons
   in mindful
   awareness
   i for one.. grow..
   so everyday is a
   feast day and celebration
   for me.. along with all the
   celebration photos that
   do come with this..
   and more on
   that later..
   as my
   666th month
   of Light approaches
   on Sunday soon coming..

   And oh the sixes do follow
   me from Nautilus shape
   of 6 in three
   college degrees..
   in 1983.. where
   mother.. my sister..
   and i all graduate
   from UWF the home
   of the Nautilus
   as humble building
   mascot.. in mansions
   more stately to come..
   but in my case a never
   ending word mansion
   that never
   ceases to
   exist and
   expand for
   now..
   and a rather
   disoriented young
   man lost in disconnection
   of mind and body balance..
   a Nautilus machine
   invented by
   Arthur Jones
   then.. finally
   releasing some
   tension..
   and paths
   forward to
   become
   stronger
   and eventUAlly
   balanCinG now.. so
   anyway.. for last two
   days.. i fall in a deep
   trance sleep from
   5 to 6 o’clock pm..
   and the song
   Pieces of
   Eight
   by
   Styx..
   a song
   i play on
   Piano for years
   of youth.. haunts
   me then and becomes
   the truth of my light
   now as
   Life
   in 666 months
   of incredible dark
   days and light days..
   all worth it.. as the
   gift of life in all
   its light
   and dark
   is just
   that.. a gift
   no more or no
   less than what
   it is now..
   sometimes
   dark..
   sometimes
   light.. but
   feeling
   anything
   is better
   than nothing
   and in the beginning
   God wants to feel..so
   God feels through
   us.. too.. as any
   parent does
   who Loves
   their children
   created from
   seed..
   big bang
   or otherwise..
   the point is now..:)

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8. Glenn Buttkus says:

   December 4, 2015 at 1:58 PM

   Again, woozier at the clothes of Allthatis, mantled in stardust & cosmic rainbows, & whirling ice crystals clear around planets. Considering how your poetic romps do not fear to speak your heart, be it politics or religion or sexuality or history or dance, it is not odd to wonder how some of us remain as friends. For me, friends, like spouses & other family need to disagree as an exercise in sharing our own individual perspectives. I do not have to agree with everything you do or say, but regardless, our truth, our Christ Consciousness cajoles us to hang in there, reminding us that each lifetime is short, & not to fuck it up. Your 12 videos, 5000+ words, & 4 dozen images continue to dazzle. I like that you mention me twice in the piece, that you notice what I’m doing & saying, Your images cascade by like a flip-card carnival, but some freeze the frame, sky & clouds shots, dark trees, skewed angles of your backyard, more red flowers, saturated with mirror & dancing selfies, dancing in the dark with pretty ladies, raving, all white teeth & colored lights reflecting in your sunglasses, sand box calligraphy, a gray squirrel not afraid of your clicking, katrina shopping, & strolling in parking lots (not enough of her in this piece, brother), & a smattering of yellow boy with one striking image of him sitting partly in shadow, & sun shafts, staring out the window at the circus in the back yard. I applaud your statement, “Poetry is in the poet”; amen.

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   • katiemiafrederick says:

     December 4, 2015 at 4:55 PM

     Hi Glenn.. thanks so much for dropping
     by with words of wisdom and
     encouragement
     that you
     always
     bRing to my little
     area of the Internet
     landscape here..
     truth is the
     taste of
     wisdom
     that is the honey
     light of Sun in me..
     as the birds
     and
     bees
     SinG free
     sonG.. of
     flying to
     no ends of
     earths below..
     above.. and
     beyond..
     just fly
     on ground
     or Air.. without
     restraint.. that lives
     in us when free is free.. poeTry iS uS..:)

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9. katiemiafrederick says:

   December 4, 2015 at 3:37 PM

   http://mercurialflecks.blogspot.com/2015/12/today.html

   ^^^

   Hello Shawna.. the human on-
   line in the flesh is always
   a welcome being
   to me..
   and to me..
   that is the pArt of
   the poeTry world online
   that is sadly
   missing
   most..
   hmm.. a world
   of no faces.. is the
   twilight zone beyond
   imagination
   in the
   60’s for
   sure.. the death
   of Bowling Alleys..
   and other arenas of
   socializing flesh and blood
   in third places outside of
   home and church
   to meet new
   people in
   the flesh is
   certainly waning..
   more and more as we
   speak.. and if it was not
   for Facebook.. the world
   might already
   be almost
   extinct in
   ways of
   at least
   2-D flesh
   connections
   of face and family
   and friends as well..
   So in terms of endearment
   and affection the photo
   of your sweet
   child and
   you in
   embrace is
   worth all the
   PoeTry in
   a UniVerse
   of
   Human..
   but sure..
   some folks
   are word folks
   over image folks..
   but i will remember
   a face
   for a thousand
   years.. and
   never learn
   a name..
   as long
   as the
   face never
   leaves.. and sure..
   i have close to a photo-
   graphic memory.. so literally
   multi-hundreds-thousands of
   faces live with me.. for all the
   seemingly eons of life
   both in the flesh
   and vicarious
   in all the
   input that
   makes life
   real now..
   and
   vicarious
   virtual too…
   Good wishes..
   and smiles.. with
   human hugs.. my friend..
   And hell yes.. amplified to
   the Big Bang degree.. the true
   sign of intelligence is not knowledge
   but imagination.. where Standard IQ
   fails most
   everYtiMe..
   for the
   drop-ins
   of
   Genius..
   like Einstein too..
   and hmm.. if you
   turn 38 in precisely
   one week.. that gives
   you my mother’s birthday
   on December 10th..
   hmm..
   just hmm..
   yeah.. i like
   the stars too..
   that is one cool
   rug.. to quote the
   ‘Big Lewboski’ that
   astrology rug really
   holds
   the
   room
   together..
   and glad to know..
   i’m not the only one
   who uses a bedroom
   for wallpaper..
   too..;)

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10. mercurial flecks says:

    December 4, 2015 at 6:05 PM

    Oh, look at that little squirrel! He’s SO cute!

    That Sia song is gorgeous. This is my first time hearing it.

    “i learn
    to write my own
    palms.. instead
    of reading
    them” … I love this.

    And this:
    “free is
    always
    Angel
    plain”

    “naked-free Angel’s
    eyes” … Ooh, this reminds me of a song. Which reminds me of a boy. 🙂

    This is all that really matters, my friend:
    “but i am
    here..
    i
    am
    here
    with
    LiGHt”

    “hell
    no.. i am not
    afraid of any
    frigGinG liGHt
    bRinGerS” … Damn straight, baby. Don’t fear the reaper(s). Especially when they are invisibly in love with love, even if it is their mission to distribute this bliss-kiss of death. Why fear death? Is there anything more seductive than the unknown mixed with a maybe/little bit/of pain?

    “It’s sad to think that some have almost
    no imagination at all” … Indeed.

    “imagination’s
    playground of
    limitless fruition” … Yum. That’s a fruit bowl I would like to get to the bottom of. 🙂

    “the greaTest
    Beauty
    of aging..
    is no longer
    hearing the
    tick tock of
    the clock” … You know it.

    “i adapt by dancing
    from middle core of balance” … OMG. I know running outside is supposed to be bliss, but it KILLS my knees. Now dancing, on the other hand, doesn’t hurt anything. It loosens ALL my muscles WHILE it tightens. And yes, dancing is the most fun AND quickest way to tighten your core, which helps alleviate pain … everywhere. Back, neck, etc. Even headaches. It’s the answer to so much pain. Loud music and movement. It’s the ultimate fix(er)ation.

    Love this:
    “aLL of language
    is siGn language”

    “Lore.. Love” … You are brilliant. How crazy close are those two words? And how often does love turn out to be lore? And maybe, from time to time, love invents itself out of its own fictions.

    “i’d rather dance
    than write” … Oh, I know, right?! Unfortunately, I have to be mindful of all the other ears in my household; otherwise, I’d ALWAYS be blasting my obnoxious music. 🙂 I’m quite certain my neighbors hate me.

    I really like this: “myth is
    domestication” … The opposite of “domestication is myth.” Because it’s not. Family and home … those are the ultimate truth, the most important reality. But at the same time, we also make our myths a kind of home away from home. This notion is gorgeous.

    Ooh, that Hailee song. Love it!

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    • katiemiafrederick says:

      December 4, 2015 at 10:51 PM

      Hi Shawna.. so nice to see you
      in this part of LA
      Lower Alabama..
      Panhandle
      white beaches..
      of Florida.. the
      Flowery Easter
      place of
      Spanish
      Conquerers close
      to Pensacola.. originally
      the Indian name for the
      Hair People.. and
      in my case
      it migrates
      to the rest of
      my body with
      yes.. Indian
      Lore and Love
      hehe.. where
      else can i go
      with all of this..
      anywhere and that is the
      greaTesT thing about imagination
      it is no test at all.. just flowing letting
      it all go.. wherever the means is the
      ends are all the same as journey and
      endless
      paths every which way
      and loose baby..
      with those
      core muscles
      set free and all
      pain and tension
      gone
      in a dance of life
      with sure ear buds..
      as wife Katrina will not let
      the music go over 20 decibels
      or so of whispers in the dark..
      bright lights not allowed
      either.. in a home
      full
      of peace
      and quiet
      Katrina style..
      but sure the ear
      buds come in handy
      and rock and rolls me
      fine.. in mind of mine..
      and body
      too.. yeah
      baby..
      in balance
      Like a UniVerse
      on Fiery Center
      of
      Bliss..
      see ya
      later.. Alabama
      Girl.. and no i haven’t
      watched a college game.. now
      in forever.. but the SeMinOle
      SEAsON iS sTill on tHe DvR..;)

      Reply
      • mercurial flecks says:

        December 5, 2015 at 10:43 AM

        “Hair People” … I love that!

        SEC Championship today; Roll Tide, baby 😉

        Reply
        • katiemiafrederick says:

          December 5, 2015 at 10:45 AM

          Ha! I’ll probably get a glimpse of the game at the mall.. Yeah.. roll tidez..Ynot..;)

          Reply
          • mercurial flecks says:

            December 5, 2015 at 12:14 PM

            Rad. Well spread the word while you’re dancing and actin’ a fool out there in front of the masses. 😉 Add some “Roll Tide” moves to your repertoire.

            Reply
            • katiemiafrederick says:

              December 5, 2015 at 12:15 PM

              Smiles.. I’ll do it.. At least once..;)

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11. katiemiafrederick says:

    December 5, 2015 at 11:31 PM

    Katie Mia says.. Natural lives..
    Katrina never wears makeup either..
    Skin can breathe better I guess..wink emoticon

    Himali says.. Same here ! Beauty lies in simplicity smile emoticon

    Katie Mia says.. Smiles.. Yes.. And Katrina says I take more time
    to get ready.. And true I am a slow bloomer.. But yes.. all natural
    here too.. As I will in honor of age wear grey hair..
    As well..smile emoticon!
    Oh yeah..
    And that
    shiny spot
    on the top of
    my head that connects
    me to Halo..wink emoticon
    And continuAlly I must add..
    I will always now wear the
    sun free on all of my gifts
    from God..smile emoticon

    Katrina and i
    get married on the River..
    zero cost.. and just a
    handful of friends..
    but it was real.. and
    still is.. after 26 years..
    that’s what counts
    in marriage.. the long
    run of it.. smiles.. not a hugely
    expensive wedding.. and a marriage
    that is based on stuff instead of feelings..
    that lasts a year or so.. i’ve seen that happen
    too many times.. marriage based on
    commercialism instead
    of real..smile emoticon

    http://decodinghappyness.com/2015/12/06/bucket-list-christmas-2015/

    Smiles.. Himali..
    yes.. if for Christmas
    always now the
    focus can be
    on food..
    shelter..
    family..
    strangers
    as friends
    and neighbors
    instead of
    no
    ones..
    the World
    will be on course
    as one tribe..
    instead of
    splinters
    iN
    fLesh
    tHorns
    without
    Roses..
    Love
    Comes
    First..
    Love iS
    tHe X
    mixxing as
    Christmas..
    ONeNow.. now
    Marks X.. wiLL
    Come Back..:)
    OBTW i wore
    my Grinch Shirt
    today..
    and that
    iS fun too..
    Dancing Grinch
    aLL over town..;)

    WeLL.. all thIs is fun.. and tIMe to blogpostit now..
    in “666 Months of LiGht”.. now that the wee
    hour of Midnight is
    coming soon.. for
    December 6th..
    and after
    that more fun photos
    coming to finish
    it out..
    and then
    copy and paste
    to my blogger blogs
    too.. faster with
    Slower Computers..
    and Broad Band
    connectivity
    most definitely
    yes.. as dreams are
    imagination
    and
    imaGiNation
    iS dream
    as ReAL..:)

    Oh.. the Grinch.. perhaps the best cartoon..
    to get across the always now
    True message of Christmas..
    Love.. Just Love.. before..
    during and aftermas..;)

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12. SOHEIR says:

    December 6, 2015 at 5:55 AM

    Hi Fred
    Just wanted to say Good morning
    

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    • katiemiafrederick says:

      December 6, 2015 at 8:20 AM

      Hi.. my friend Soheir.. and it is indeed a bright.. cool..
      And beautiful SUNday morning that is additionally my 666th
      month of birthday.. in the land of Flowers that is Florida.. yes..
      that Birthday all humans who reach my age of 55 and a half years..
      share.. perhaps i am the only one who celebrates this day..
      but not many folks have a birthday connection of the Sixth
      day of the Sixth month of the Sixth decade to clue them in…
      haha.. with more smiles…

      But indeed.. i am a pattern and visual thinker as well as
      number thinker over word thinker.. and again..
      no verbal speech for me until after age 4..
      so my method of viewing the world is in
      deed different than most..
      and that is playing now
      in my unique expression of writing too..
      that is uncommon.. at least for someone from
      my little backwards town on the river.. a place of
      Southern drawl.. with little eloquence of poetry in words..

      However.. there are always exceptions.. and my Great Aunt Jettie..
      her father.. my Great Grandfather.. a self taught and bar passed
      lawyer.. spoke in prose and sing song way.. a joy to listen
      to for hours as she relates stories of her days..
      before complex culture and
      electronic entertainment..
      where the only communication devices
      in a living room is couch and chairs..

      So smiles.. welcome to my living room friend..
      one from the future now.. where we don’t have
      flesh and blood humans.. but we have photographs from life..
      and videos that express the culture passing.. and at hand as well..

      To worship God is to find poetry.. dance.. and song in all of Nature..
      and the flowers you bRinG to me.. mean a lot to me friend..
      as to worship God’s creation in balance as simple Love..
      or in poetry.. song.. and or dance..
      in ways that all naturally come is a
      pitcher and glass jar of Violet.. White..
      Red.. and Green Flowers that can last
      potentiAlly forever as long as human
      beings and servers live online…

      A place where first-hand accounts
      of life as people see it and feel it..
      come directly from mouth of spiRit
      HeArt and SoUl.. and stays that way
      relatively forever.. with no one
      tampering with original words..

      So what if i tale you
      the Spirit of Archangel Gabriel..
      Michael.. Rafael.. and Uriel and
      hmm.. and Lucifer..
      are all speaking through
      my fingers write now..

      Will you believe me.. sMiLes..
      that’s okay you will not have to.. ’cause..
      i am not a name person.. i am A HeArt.. SpiRit..
      and SoUl.. person.. with no limits or expectations
      other than what God gives me.. i claim not to know
      or feel.. the full beings of either Angels or God..
      in what one might metaphor as mind..

      But of course God is much more
      than human mind alone… and infinite
      and likely beyond that .. in human terms..
      as human terms are metaphors of reality
      and never the essence of reality alone..

      But WE try my friend..
      we move into a state of mind of
      trance not unlike Muhammad..
      we take our solitary nows..
      be it in a desert like
      Moses or Jesus.. a tree like Buddha..
      or an unlimited number of other areas of solitude..
      and this Beta to Theta wave mind of lucid dreaming
      in waking comes.. often early in the morning..
      after dreams of sleep end and
      dreams of morning begin..

      So true it is a happy morning..
      and you are indeed a gift to me friend..
      great and sAMe as any flower on earth..
      And although i cannot see you.. touch you..
      smell you.. taste you.. i heArt you friend..
      with SpiRit of SoUl.. not Much different
      than Muhammad receives signs from
      what he names as Archangel Gabriel..
      in the sands and stones of Cave then..
      i have your metaphor of name SOHEIR
      in writing.. as that relates to your being now..
      and can see that your last name is very much
      like my last name in spelling.. give or take a
      couple of letters.. now at this present time
      from the address bar of your website..

      But none of those symbols matter..
      i can feel your soUl.. spiRit..
      and heaRt just
      through the sign
      now that is surely
      A picture of flowers
      you give me when you
      come here each time..
      so perhaps God sends you
      to help me.. and there is no
      perhaps about that to me at all..
      there is nothing random about life..
      anymore than in a movie my friend..
      With God as the director.. and producer
      and we as the willing actors or Not of
      God’s show that we either watch from
      a distance or participate in more
      directly and the
      best worship
      of God is
      to play
      with
      God willingLY submitting
      now as floweRinG actors
      of God’s Play.. So my
      friend we are in this movie
      of Life together.. and theRe
      is no place
      like
      home
      of God’s movie
      togethEr WitH
      LOVE NOW..
      no matter distance
      or space.. there are no
      limits or expectations to
      eYes of
      God but
      now my friend
      in submission to
      what is.. and gratitude
      for the gift of what
      iS from
      GOD
      now..
      So i will end with a Good
      Evening to you in Egypt..
      but i will also always
      begin
      in the present
      of God
      that is
      the
      Gift
      of now..
      as well.. a flower
      that always exists
      with no beginning
      or end
      my
      friend..

      My plan was to publish
      last night before
      sleep but
      God sends
      me to bed to
      wait for the gift
      of flowers from
      you first
      and last
      my friend
      in time of now
      in God’s play of Love..:)

      And now off to publish..
      with more fun celebration
      photos coming from today’s
      Christmas
      Party
      at
      church..
      later.. after
      that ends
      and begins..;)

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      • SOHEIR says:

        December 6, 2015 at 8:34 AM

        How beautiful:-)
        Thanks a lot

        Reply
        • katiemiafrederick says:

          December 6, 2015 at 8:39 AM

          Flower of God
          comes in many
          BEAUTIFUL
          forms my
          friend
          but the
          essence
          is alWays
          A FloWer
          my friend
          SOHEIR
          RIVER
          OF
          GOD
          MOVES
          ON NOW
          ALWAYS
          MOVING
          NEVER
          ending..
          story
          NOW..:)

          Reply
13. katiemiafrederick says:

    December 6, 2015 at 8:42 AM

    SMiLes.. most dogs
    already live in Heaven..
    Often difficult for humans to
    see this as they are blinded by
    STUFF..
    Only a heartless person.. would
    suggest dogs don’t go TO HEAVEN..
    And highly unlikely those folks live theRe now..
    Love is what counts.. all else is empty words…
    less
    or
    more..
    Love is Heaven..
    Love is God..
    end and
    beginning
    of story..
    God is
    a Dog’s smile.. NOW..
    and sure.. more.. LOVE..
    I’M NO Catholic but i go never
    miss a Sunday there as they
    never send dogs away
    from heaven.. NOW..
    per Saint Francis
    of Assisi.. they
    still believe
    at least..
    in the
    real magic
    of God’s Love
    Gifted to Humans
    and Dogs alike when
    practiced as such.. Dogs..
    most often are holier than
    humans in ways of Love..
    as of course..
    WE at least..
    know and
    FEEL..
    IN FACT..
    PER SCIENCE
    OF REAL WILD
    WOLVES.. THIS
    IS APPLICABLE TOO.
    Anyway.. off to Love with
    God and Dogs at Church..
    Now.. Nice Niece Candy..;)

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14. katiemiafrederick says:

    December 6, 2015 at 9:21 AM

    So.. anyWay.. it appears
    theRe’s more to come
    after Holy Christmas
    Party day..
    at Catholic
    Church..
    as more
    comes now..
    and Church
    comes first
    as nows run
    out to
    publish
    for now..
    so sure..
    be back later
    tonight with those
    photos and who knows
    at least more words now
    in photos to publish then..;)

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15. katiemiafrederick says:

    December 6, 2015 at 9:26 AM

    ^^^

    OKaay..
    typical
    husband
    and wife selfie
    and the Church
    Christmas
    Party..
    next please..

    My Old Tennis Partner from high school..
    and hey it almost looks like i have TENNIS SHORTS
    on as they were always white too.. yes Monsignor Mike
    from the Catholic Church… also a top of the top 10 class dude..
    in the nerdy Beta Club too with me.. and yes.. i was number 11..
    out of a class of 381.. hmm.. the number 11 and 6 have been
    following me around.. most of my life.. it seems..

    And things are going to get
    more interesting up theRe.. per the next two
    Facebook profile photo status thingies.. wink emoticon…

    And yes.. here’s proof that 6 and 11 follows me around everywhere i go..
    even the grocery store..hehe.. and note the T-shirts of the last two photos..
    that says “i TRIPLE DOG DARE YOU”.. STRAIGHT out of the movie “A Christmas Story”..
    that seems like it’s been playing forever every Christmas Day as long as i can remember..
    where theRe is dare to stick a tongue out on a frozen pole.. to see if the tongue stays
    attached.. hmm… keep that in mind.. for ‘the next photo’.. if you will…wink emoticon

    Well.. i would say the Devil… Lucifer.. another Fallen Angel.. whomever..
    triple dared me to do this.. but no.. like Abe says.. i cannot tale a lie..
    a metaphor.. yes.. but black and white lie no.. so.. yes.. wife Katrina
    makes me stick my tongue out like this often.. and she says it makes
    her happy.. and what more can i say.. it is her call..
    not mine.. of course.. i do whatever it is she
    likes me to do.. on command of course..
    with Yes.. Dear.. whatever
    pleases you..
    is what you
    will get..

    Anyway..
    life is fun..
    life is briGht..
    and life is liGht for those who live as Love..
    and finAlly my “666 Months of LiGht” Blog post
    will be coming to a theater named Facebook..
    before the midnight hour comes and
    changes into the 7th instead
    of 666 Months from my Birthdate
    on the sixth day of the sixth month of the
    sixth decade of last Century.. and also my
    X-Catholic Priest.. Grandfather Leo’s 120th Birthday per..
    December 6th 1895.. oh numbers.. patterns.. and synchronicities
    are favorites of mind.. and no.. i did not play in the Band
    named KISS.. but with that said.. here is a little KISS
    to go along with ‘this photo’.. per Triple Dog Dare ya..
    with sMiLes.. again!…wink emoticon

    And Trust me.. you have no idea how
    HARD IT WAS to put all those holes
    in that tree.. without getting
    my tongue stuck in them..;)

    Reply

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