Kludge Happens

Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree, how schizophrenic you make me.

Your branches cry for green and red.

My golden birds bring joy instead.

Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree, your look is ever-changing.

The balls and stars keep falling down.

Your “beauty” makes me want to frown.

Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree, our friendship is obsession.

No ornament can stay in place.

All I see is the empty space.

Oh Christmas Tree Oh Christmas Tree, you are a great big Kludge to me.



Wordless Wednesday

Mixed Media-Richard B. Moody

Delicate Ravenous Beauty

Virgin stars bearing their beauty openings….
..consuming the Light







Virgin Stars

Bearing their Beauty




Waiting Blooms

Consuming the Light




Wandering Innocents

Appearing most Delicate


How Erotic, To Be Understood

All that is ambiguous…all that could be or should be..
that has no boundaries, inexplicable, bigger than ourselves…


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What inspires us?

A friend who follows my blog once commented that those who read my posts were sometimes confused; that they liked most of what I wrote about and enjoyed it all, but were often left wondering-like where in the world did that one come from?! She asked me where I get my ideas and inspiration. As you all know, that is the question, is it not?

For instance-I have had this little colored square saved in my media for months and just realized what the acronym stands for! Well, maybe I am in some respects. I just looked at the individual words and thought, “That’s me!” or hoped it was. Who of us would not want to be thought of in that way? Maybe that is what my friend was getting at.

One of the reasons I blog is that among you awesome group of writers, artists and photographers I have found people who understand me, you know what makes me tick, I am able to dialogue with you about what is the stuff of my soul. Yes, it is enormously good and satisfying and erotic to be understood! There should be a “home-group” for folks like us! Alas, we must remain in the virtual world. I am thankful for you!

All things ambiguous inspire me to death! Everything that is hard to figure out, to understand, to put in a box, that has no boundaries, the inexplicable, all that is bigger than ourselves, all that could be or should be or that you would want to be. A thing, place, person, situation, dimension, a sound, a color or a word that is not yet know to me that could be-that is what I dream-seek-yearn with all my self to find within to write about and/or create on canvass. Aha! “She goes too far and aims too high!”, they all would say. I say, “Nay!”

Take a look at my fourth image: “With God, all things are possible.” Yes, He created me as I am, unique, ambiguous, a little strange, sometimes mysterious, always unique. He put this desire into me and gave me a couple of gifts.

He gave you Gifts as well! I know what inspires me and you know what Blazes in yourself. Write. Create. Paint. Take amazing photographs. Oh, my friends, be inspired! You are a group of Inspire-rs! Thank you for it!

Musings, Moods and Mysteries


A secret I believe is mine.

A trap set for my being

Endured, tip-toed about, out-smarted at times.


Tangling my words, thoughts, expressions,

Binding yesterday with today

Blinding me to reality and sanity

An entity, cunning, wonderful-fascinating, dangerous,

Whispering choices, delightful-temporal-alluringly dark.

Leaving me wasted-wanting-addicted and superior.


…                         Thus they pull, without arrest                …


Another beacons; frightening, full of light-powerful, unspeakable

Sounding unknown words, ethereal-eternal-exquisitely mysterious.

Lifting my mind upwards to imaginings greater-above myself.

By Grace to God I am held.

By myself to sin I am bound.

Twixt the lines the crux is found.













Today I have been married to my best friend and first love for 35 and a half years. I think about how it feels like a gnat’s breath of time. I also look at the amazing family we have in our children, grandchildren, their extended families and I am thankful.
Of course we have had some hard patches as all couples do, but those are not the times that stand out in my mind. It is the joy of our children and grandchildren being born, family gatherings, Christmases, Thanksgivings, Birthdays and marriages.

We also had the amazing blessings of grandparents, uncles, aunts cousins and nieces and nephews nearby.

Last but not least, we have lived in a community and a church body that held us all together in a truly catechetic neighbourhood where our children were surrounded with solid homes and families everywhere they went.

We have a scripture hanging in our kitchen that pretty much sums up for me what a strong home rests upon. I leave that with you today.

“By wisdom a house is built, And by understand it is established;

And by knowledge the rooms are filled with all precious and

pleasant riches.”

To this I say, Amen.