What the...???

How you doin? Me? I'm good. It was a meteor we saw in Albuquerque's northern sky last night, after the Zumba class and as you would imagine is a barrel of monkeys, but that's another blog... The strip of fire looked like a jet lighting up, a blaze shooting across the horizon as it extinguished itself, a rocket moving in a horizontal trajectory, fantastic, quick burst of radiance, and then it faded out, vanished, vaporized. <Note picture, to illustrate the dealy-deal... Right, right, right, right, right, right.
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This butte, a 1957 Ford Meteor Ranchero (picture by Prarie Dog), preceeded Chevolet's El Camino, another coupe... part car, part truck, stylish, distinctive, utilty vehicle for the discriminant motorist, industrious and attractive.


The plane is a Turner RT-14 Meteor =====>>>

Here's another creation,

a flower, referred to as a Meteor.

Below, one more image and reference to a meteor; "Meteor Man"...

My guess is he's gay, fighting through the worst conditions possible to get to his main squeeze; "Muffin Man" or some such...

* Falling Star *

Just daydreaming at twilight about the wild blue yonder. I was standing outside watching the sky, wondering about this; the air I breath, earth, it's inhabitants, the ocean of questions, mysteries and quizzical ways of the world...that; that I would be placed right where I am, this time and space...the other thing; matters of the heart, conditions of the mind and body, life, death, resurection, redemption, the distance between people, planets, galaxies, the stars...creation.

Wonder how the sky would look if the trail of a falling star remained, reappeared now and then depending on several variables? Perhaps when something extraordinary, earth shattering sad, spectacular or divine occures... subsequent strips of platinum and chrome, mercurial motion from fallen stars become visible and harkens only the ones who need to see it to soothe their soul. The silver streak disappears almost as instantly as it soars across the dark, distant atmosphere, etched into the firmament like a random ray of brilliance doodled, scratched-out on a black, deep blue, blank page. The sky becomes one big shimmering band and vein of light, a massive strip of shiny blusterous radiance.

My chest flutters with the celestial streamline surprise, truly serendipitous as the razor thin lightbeam stretches across the southwestern sky. My spirit in flight at the immediate spellbinding sight... simple enough... no big deal really but the vision flashes a smile, grinning, somehow filling me with hope, making me happy with it's fleeting presence... something to hold on to if only for that custom made, yet ever so brief moment. The panoramic, vast, opulent design in all it's precise perfection, for me to reflect on and marvel at. A sharp quick dance, strut, dash of exuberant energy. The spirit of the shiny star falling seems to peak out around the heavenly curtain making sure I see it, feel it, be awe struck by it's magic... only to race away, out of sight, leaving me eagerly, inviting, anticipating, watching and waiting for more *

PEACE and LOVE

I'm just saying...Peace and love, for real.

Parisian Wisdom

"In the final analysis, the questions of why bad things happen to good people transmutes itself into some very different questions, no longer asking why something happened, but asking how we will respond, what we intend to do now that it happened" ~PierreTeilhard de Chardin

"Pure logic is the ruin of the spirit." ~Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Sunday Supplication ~

Point me in the direction I need to go, the people I should know, toward the things and stuff of life I need to do, pay attention to, think about, act on, live by , with and for. Show me the way, the places I need to be. Illuminate my path with your sacred light and Holy Spirit...rattle my cage and roll with me, wake me, shake-me-up. Stir my soul, squeeze out every drop that needs to drip the messy, crimson red blood, salty slippery sweat, and fervent tears of joy, extract the sadness & dark disappointment. Invite delirious delight & awesome anticipation. Face, then move past dread, pain and find my way back to pulsating pleasure, the piece(s) of me that call for shoring-up, replenish then share, bless, take stock of. Itemize the boundless bounty and abundance surrounding my existence since the first beat of my heart, sigh and breath of life... until my appointment here is over.
Yes, I implore the heavens, the center and source of everything that is, was, will be. Stir my soul over and over until it rounds out and about, inward, upward...my thirst and hunger satisfied, stoic yet humble, expecting only a glimpse of wisdom with each lesson learned, experience explored, venture gained and love lost and found. Let me be strong, peaceful and continue to share my blessed treasures, true and right, meager, magnificent, now and forever~

U2 - October

Almost half way through October. It's cold tonight. Where did the warm, sunny, weather go? Guess Albuquerque's Indian Summer is on it's way out. Things seem to be turning a bit dark and gray. I need to see things in vivid, living color right now.

Gonna go work-out. Instant therapy when a heart aches, feels heavy, haunted, icy hot, hung out to dry, heart rates race, skip, spike, peak, tweak from life's wear and tear. When life get's you by the short and curlies, it helps tremendously to work-out, get those endorphins a going... feels so good to move and groove, stride, slide and glide along and do it all again until your working-up a good 'ol sweat and feel good again. Yeahh, that's the way to go, be better, stronger, smarter and healthier. Beautiful. ..."and you go on"...

Dames, Rain & Automobiles

Dames, ahh Yes, magnificant, most marvelous creation known to man. With the capacity to leave one breathless with their beauty, bewildered by their mysterious ways, captive of spellbinding sweetness, sensitivity and sass.
At once, bitter, harsh, complex, cruel, simple, strong and delicate. Oh, that humankind would be blessed with such a splendid representation as this, the softer side of the species. Powerful and lovely, heart stopping and head rushing as an eye and lung-full of the opulant full bodied, flourishing flower in full bloom, radiant in living, vibrant color. If unhindered would live as a bold, bountiful gift to all, consoler, confidant, care giver, lover, friend, mother, sister, daughter, moon and the brightest star of stars.
To women who make the world go around, keep the axis of the earth true, maintain the might and power of a lioness who protects her cub. God's most masterful work of art and wonder of all.

Rain
Saturday night in Albuquerque. It's a rainy night. I hope your safe, warm and dry where ever you are. The night air smells sweet and fresh as I feel ready to jump out of my skin with longing. I invite and anticipate the unknown for the better, for all, bringing possibilities and opportunities. The cool, clean air of mystery seems pronounce as the rain carries on, wet, almost wild, pouring down symphonically, dynamically perfect, drizzling, washing the dingy crust clean, clearing the air of dormant, lingering dust and makes the black pavement come alive with the reflection of the lights as each irredecsent bubble of water bursts on impact, bouncing, dancing on the ground, rattling tin on rooftops, creating puddles and pools in cracks, crevices and holes. The rain continues with a steady, heavy drizzle, tapping, dropping, dripping everywhere I look. A change from the afternoon and recent fair, dry and mild wheather that draped us with intermittent overcast skies.

Automobiles
I tell ya, cars from the 1940's kind of make my heart skip a beat, gets my motor running and sends me into a time I'm sure, I must have owned and cherished one of these motorized gems. Blue car is a 1949 Chrysler Royal. It's a butte. Love the fuzzy blue =>

You know those dreamy, creamy, classic cars, just do something to me. Not quite sure why, but I've cultivated a crush on classic cars and motorcycles since I was a kid. It's true, I'm smitten. I guess you could say I'm a little "car crazy." I'm pretty fascinated with the way somebody can get a hold of a big 'ol, rusted-out tin can and transform it into something right out of Chip Foose's imagination. It's about as exciting to see the before and after pictures of a classic car as it is to see the before and after pictures of someone who's lost a good deal of weight. I loves me my Fabulous Forty's cars! Even tho' I'm not a grease monkey, per se, I sure do appreciate the know how, time, effort, energy, dinero involved in making these cool, cool, super cool cars not only road worthy, but also, of museum and car show quality that includes the design, care and craftsmanship.

This forest green beautiful bomb shell of a car is a 1947 Plymouth Deluxe Sedan. When I first came across this picture, a caption near the close-up of quarter panel and tire read: "What big white walls you have."

Stylish, sleek, elegant yet simple, no nonsense and unpretentious, functional, fun and oh so fabalis. Just makes me want to grab my best gal and my doggie-dog and go for a long ride in the country. I'd think I'd just about died and gone to heaven.

Until next time, when I feel compelled to share matters and meanderings of no consequence to you. I bid you good night and God Bless~

Take Heart

Get a hold of yourself, take heart in hope and hold on tight. Meditate on the positive, the power and perfection within. Peace of mind...what it takes to get through the longest day and loneliest night. Get on the good foot with one's thinking, not tripping about what the imagination conjures-up. Let it be, let it go, let the light out-shine the darkness and rest your weary heart with the balm of soothing, comforting quiet. Rest assured that the Holiest of Holy has everything under control. It's alright. You laugh, you cry, you lie awake at night tossing and turning as your soul stirs, aching to settle down and rise up into another realm of reality and good reason. Count your blessings instead of bearing the burden of doubt, insecurity, inner strife...that's no good. You must remind yourself over and over how much you have, so much to share and play forward. What was, is past, posturing you for the present, here and now. Be glad of another day, another opportunity to make someone happy, to bring joy and enhance the quality of your own existence as well as other precious life.

For real... do yourself and everyone else in your world a favor... keep your spirits up and follow your heart to places and people that would take you into their void and fill-up again on your fuel of life...love...goodness, simple, subtle, crazy kindness. Let life's light and love carry you through the next moment that attempts to threaten you with negativity. Push-on with purpose, thrust forward with exuberance and be excellent for yourself and for others while allowing yourself to be free from dark, heavy, mind boggling nonsense that offers nothing of value to the tranquil, transcending tenderness within.

Focus, reflect on matters of value, of things, prospects, projects, places and people that make you glad, rebuke misery, dismiss the dampness of those distorted, tired tapes we insist on rewinding in our head. Yes, do take hold of yourself, you know the one, you've been traveling with, sojourning all this time, you've come this far for so long... move forward, upward, onward...your still here. Now GO, be alive and well~