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A Blast From My Past

(First posted November 2013)


Creatively speaking

Many years ago my mother and I were having an argument. It wasn’t a negative argument, more a difference of opinion. But as I recall it was quite vehement. You see my mother had just made a comment that I strenuously disagreed with. She maintained that while her children were creative, she was not. My mother believed that she was just a wife and mother. Just! JUST!

I was raised by loving parents. They taught me to appreciate the world and to be curious about everything. Like most children I was born naked and ignorant. If anyone out there doubts the importance and value of a loving mother and father, then I respectfully say you’re nuts!

Not everyone has the great fortune to be raised in idyllic circumstances. Some people have the wherewithal to raise themselves to be good people. I basically didn’t have a choice. Being surrounded by good people there was no other way than to follow their lead. It was the path of least resistance.

I had a mother that every Halloween made my costume. That’s not creative? One year I was a black cat with a long black tail and whiskers. One year I was an alien with a javex bottle helmet painted gold and a corrugated cardboard belt with matchbox compartments also painted gold. With that one she apologized for not being able to make my ears look like Spock from Star Trek, my eyebrows did!

My mother fed us wonderful meals every day. She found ways to make us eat things we did not like, often without us realizing it. My mother used her charm, her wit and yes her force of will to raise three children to be responsible and caring adults. You think that’s not creative?

I believe that one of the most important jobs in the world is that of mother. Well, a good mother. A good father is also important especially if he has to take over the role of mother. I don’t have any children so I can only speak from the perspective of one that was raised by good parents. But the way I figure it, the time and effort it takes to raise children to adulthood is mind-boggling! To the mothers and fathers out there, kudos to you! The world is a better place because of the job you did raising your children. Now if that isn’t power I don’t know what is!

Let me leave you with a few pieces of advice my mother gave me over the years:

  • always wear clean underwear, you never know who may be looking
  • smile at people who are angry at you, it messes with their heads
  • a good person does what’s right, even when no one is looking
  • wallowing in self-pity is fine, for 15 minutes, then move on
  • a woman should be good in two rooms in the house, and one of them is the kitchen

God love mothers!




A child sleeps softly

Her dreams intact

Tragedy and fear

Just a whisper away.


But darkness embraces

This small little soul

It hides her, protects her

Keeps monsters away.


Too soon there is dawn

And the new light of day

The sleeping child wakes

To a world far away.


We owe this young one

A life of her own

Filled with the wonders

Not far away


We work and we pray

Please Lord make it so

A beautiful new world

Please show us the way

A Cracked Pot

There is a lovely story out of India about a Water Bearer who carried two large pots on a pole to get water everyday. One pot was beautiful and carried its water with pride. The other pot had a small crack in the side and was never able to deliver a full load. Years went by, finally the cracked pot spoke up and apologized for its inability to fulfill its duty.

The Water Bearer smiled and replied that it had indeed fulfilled its duty. All along the side where the water had leaked out each day, were beautiful, luscious flowers. The Water Bearer had noticed the leak and had planted seeds to take advantage.   One small supposed ‘flaw’ and the land was beautiful, because of that crack in the pot.

I have taken a little license with the story but it is accurate. Of course Clay pots can’t talk but they are able to speak and to teach. We all have “flaws” or things about ourselves we considered to be less than optimal. But that is actually part of who we are. You don’t love someone in spite of their flaws, you love them because of their flaws. That is part of what makes them who they are!

Who is to say that they are flaws? Faults, errors, defects, mistakes, imperfections . . . the list is quite extensive. Who is it that decides that someone has a flaw or a defect? Society has a very narrow view of, well, everything. Not everyone fits nicely or easily into that narrow hole. I don’t and I’m proud of it!

That cracked pot was able to share without knowing. It was providing a service, a benefit, to those it knew nothing about. There are great accolades for people who intentionally try to benefit society and we need that. We need them. We also need people who by their very presence make the world a better place. And that’s something we can all do. By being a good person we can help to make our world brighter. By letting our cracks show and sharing of ourselves. We do make a difference every day. I would like to consider myself a cracked pot, how about you?

Are You an Advocate?


Do you live the truth

And not the lies

A life of hope

By one who tries?


Do you speak His word

With joy and love

Followed close

By those above?


Do you live

To be the one

Who shows by living

The way it’s done?


Do you know

With all your heart

This way is right

To be a part?


An advocate

Is what you are

Be proud to be

That rising star.


Live His word

And walk His path

Then never fear

To feel His wrath.