When was the last time you gave the apostrophe props? Yeah...me too, never. I use it all the time to shorten words that we call contractions. Without it I couldn't tell the difference between shell and she'll, hell and he'll, were and we're, well and we'll. I couldn't be witty and informal and write he'd've without it...so I want to give a shout out to the '. It makes writing and speaking have more of a quick route feel...'cause (because), 'twas (it was), o'er (over), 'twernt (it wern't not, a hillybilly contraction).
Did you know that the word alone is a contraction where the ' has been dropped off? Who knew'd? Yeah, the word used to be al'one, all one, which originated around the 1250s to the 1300s the ' over a period of time began to get left out. If you think about it, just like the ' changes the word ill into I'll, which means two different things, so does the ' change the meaning from alone to all one.
The first time the word alone was used in the Bible was very soon, in Genesis 2:18: "And the Lord God said, 'It is not good that the man should be alone (all one); I will make him an help meet for him'." So God said out of His very own mouth that all one was not good. In this verse He means a mate was needed to stop the all one situation, but the principle of it all is the all one, of any situation, is not good...except when you need to be all one in the restroom, that's good.
In Luke 4:4 Jesus is reminding satan what God had already told Moses in Deuteronomy 8, that..."man shall not live by bread alone (al'one), but by every word of God". Again, all one was not a positive place. Lone is another way we use alone, it's more poetic, The Lone Ranger, one lone soul, lone wolf. I know lots of people that are uncomfortable with being 'lone or all 'lone, by oneself or solitary... alone or lone is being without association. Their identity is found with others which my O is that God knew He made mankind with a desire to not be all one. Joining together is a spiritual concept.
The opposite or extreme of alone is never alone even if it's the TV or computer or M & M Blizzards or a new boat as the companion...there's always a need of a balancer. Good things have been sent into my life that caused all one to balance out. Cupcakes and coffee brought my sister and I to a beyond the 'related' status, to the 'friends we never were before' status. We were always passing each other in our everyday lives not taking the value of each other as a gift. After all we were family, there wasn't a need to try to go beyond that, was there? But, we were all one as sisters. Not anymore, thanks to baking and drinking!
Baseball brought me and my grandchildren's mother from being unassociated to a deeper love and appreciation for one another. A ballgame...gathering together to cheer on our favorite people, that we both love, brought us to a new place of respect and acceptance. All one could not ever possibly accomplish that. Why do we marry? Why do we join car clubs? Why do we eat out with others? Why do we go to church? Why are there Trekkie conventions? We don't want to be all one and those things bring us all together and away from the al'one principle. We like it, it's our nature. We want pets or chat rooms or facebook or parties. The opposite would be cave dwelling. That's why I know that depression is an al'one disease. It takes you to the desert and you get lost there. All one.
God sends things like German Shepherds to un-traumatize you 'cause another dog that you should'nt've
ever brought home made you want to be forever without another dog. I love you Suki. Or He sends people like children to grow you up and wake you up and they help you become who you are because of their lives and influence. I love you, Tangae, Stacey, and Ramey. Or He sends dance (or fill in the blank) to you to connect you to the world around you and enjoy life because of it and share it with others. The first thing you want to do is tell someone about whatever it is. If you're all one, you can't. You don't. You won't.
So the idea is for us not to be 'all one' as in al'one or alone, but to be 'all one' as in all together, in association with others, whatever brings that. Sorry apostrophe, I don't mean to dis you, you have you're place, but when it comes to whether I want to be 'all for one', me-all one, I have to choose 'one for all'
all-all one. When I drop the apostrophe and the philosophy with it I'm securing that I'll never again be "Alone Again, Naturally".
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Saturday, April 17, 2010
My Mother Told Me to Pick the Very Best One and You Are It
So now the problem begins...what is 'the very best one'? I have my definition of 'the very best one', I'm sure you do too. We all have our own definition of 'the very best one', mine is: it's the very best of the choices. Oh, so we agree on that one. But, I bet what we wouldn't agree on is each others definition of 'best'. What I call best, may not be what you call best. Some 'Top Chefs' would call cow tongue or calf brains 'the best' when it comes to beef parts, no, not this girl...'the best' beef parts are roast beef and steak! See, to me this is an obvious choice, but as I live longer I understand that people have their own thoughts on choosing their choices and are adamant about them. So adamant in fact, that there could be opportunity to offend many with the airing of those choices on diverse topics...all without saying a word, that's right, we're talking actions.
"I can't hear what you're saying...what you're doing is talking too loud"...that's a modern take on "actions speak louder than words". I have to ask myself continually, do I contradict myself? Do I oppose myself? Or go against myself? In front of others, am I living what I believe to be 'the best'? I try to the best of my ability every day to choose 'the very best one', but you know what? someone else might define it as 'not the very best one'. They may think that the way I do kingdom business or live my faith out loud is not godly. That's because they have their very own O's.
My grandmother taught my mother and she taught me..."Pretty is as pretty does". You can replace the word pretty with any word and it still is the truth...it's what we do that makes us who. What we choose makes us who. The phrase this generation loves to use is, "don't judge me". Just because I call a big pink elephant in your living room, a big pink elephant in your living room, does not mean I'm judging. I'm judging if I make a declaration that you are going to die a sinful and shameful death and go to hell because of the pink elephant in your living room, like a judge would say you will pay for this decision you have made. No, calling a snake a snake is not judging, no more than stating what car you drive is what car you drive, there's no decree attached to it. So with that said, it's time to play..."Let's Make a Choice"...
Let's sing the opening song. One of these thing just doesn't belong here..one of these things is not the same...tell me which thing doesn't belong here...come on now it's time to play our game...it's time to play our game (thanks Sesame Street). Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to "Let's Make a Choice", where "I have set before you life and death, blessing and cursing, you choose" (Deuteronomy 30:19). But remember the guidelines as you choose..."what fellowship does light have with darkness?" (II Corinthians 6:14). Ready to play? Here we go...you have before you things that go together and things that do not...choose the ones that do go together,they are in no particular order, you have 10 seconds, go!
Horoscopes and Christianity
Twilight vampires and Christianity
Nude-y-ness and Christianity
Bootylicious and Christianity
Bleep bleep bleep and Christianity
Convenient living arrangements and Christianity
Taking o.p.p. (other people's property) and Christianity
Sippin' with the saints and Christianity
Stop!
The Word of Faith message has had a huge falling away in the past few years due to the fact that people have confessed scriptures and made faith confessions and tried to 'name it and claim it' and give their money to move God's hand and stand and believe, and believe and stand. And when the thing they were believing for did not show up they fell away discouraged and angry that God did not do His part. When in reality they should have been playing "Let's Make a Choice" and getting rid of the big pink elephant in their living room and bringing in blue-ribbon sheep instead.
Blue-ribbon sheep are 'the very best ones'. Good choices. That bring good things into fruition. So I have before me some choices to make that should flow with my belief system and shouldn't contradict with what I'm saying from what I'm doing. When others see me live in front of them, they should see before them 'the very best one and I am it'. Mother would be proud.
"I can't hear what you're saying...what you're doing is talking too loud"...that's a modern take on "actions speak louder than words". I have to ask myself continually, do I contradict myself? Do I oppose myself? Or go against myself? In front of others, am I living what I believe to be 'the best'? I try to the best of my ability every day to choose 'the very best one', but you know what? someone else might define it as 'not the very best one'. They may think that the way I do kingdom business or live my faith out loud is not godly. That's because they have their very own O's.
My grandmother taught my mother and she taught me..."Pretty is as pretty does". You can replace the word pretty with any word and it still is the truth...it's what we do that makes us who. What we choose makes us who. The phrase this generation loves to use is, "don't judge me". Just because I call a big pink elephant in your living room, a big pink elephant in your living room, does not mean I'm judging. I'm judging if I make a declaration that you are going to die a sinful and shameful death and go to hell because of the pink elephant in your living room, like a judge would say you will pay for this decision you have made. No, calling a snake a snake is not judging, no more than stating what car you drive is what car you drive, there's no decree attached to it. So with that said, it's time to play..."Let's Make a Choice"...
Let's sing the opening song. One of these thing just doesn't belong here..one of these things is not the same...tell me which thing doesn't belong here...come on now it's time to play our game...it's time to play our game (thanks Sesame Street). Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to "Let's Make a Choice", where "I have set before you life and death, blessing and cursing, you choose" (Deuteronomy 30:19). But remember the guidelines as you choose..."what fellowship does light have with darkness?" (II Corinthians 6:14). Ready to play? Here we go...you have before you things that go together and things that do not...choose the ones that do go together,they are in no particular order, you have 10 seconds, go!
Horoscopes and Christianity
Twilight vampires and Christianity
Nude-y-ness and Christianity
Bootylicious and Christianity
Bleep bleep bleep and Christianity
Convenient living arrangements and Christianity
Taking o.p.p. (other people's property) and Christianity
Sippin' with the saints and Christianity
Stop!
The Word of Faith message has had a huge falling away in the past few years due to the fact that people have confessed scriptures and made faith confessions and tried to 'name it and claim it' and give their money to move God's hand and stand and believe, and believe and stand. And when the thing they were believing for did not show up they fell away discouraged and angry that God did not do His part. When in reality they should have been playing "Let's Make a Choice" and getting rid of the big pink elephant in their living room and bringing in blue-ribbon sheep instead.
Blue-ribbon sheep are 'the very best ones'. Good choices. That bring good things into fruition. So I have before me some choices to make that should flow with my belief system and shouldn't contradict with what I'm saying from what I'm doing. When others see me live in front of them, they should see before them 'the very best one and I am it'. Mother would be proud.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
This Tha Way I Roll...
I find out things about myself almost continually, for example, I recently discovered the fact that I speak and write in the slang idioms dialect. Who knew? I just always considered myself a 'keeping it real' kind of person...sorta like just speaking the language of the day, real plain. I didn't know it had a name.
If you will, travel back in time to your high school English class, look in your head, around the dangling participles, past the misplaced modifiers, through the diagrammed gerunds, ah, there they are, idioms. There are colloquial, dialectal, illiterate, and slang idioms. In the 11th grade A-Beka English Handbook in lesson 31.2, it advises me to "avoid idiomatic expressions that smack of triteness". I'm pretty sure I'm guilty of triteness. I'm also pretty sure that the advise given was indeed an idiom itself. In case you have erased the English off the blackboard of your mind, I will remind you that idioms are expressions of a word or a phrase and has a figurative meaning.That's me 2 a T.
I feel like if we humans mainly use words to express ourselves, that our speech should be colorful with some flava with a punch of a little 'sum-mm sum-mm', some spice, pizazz and I don't mean expletives! Which brings me to my O...extremes. The notion of opposites. Even before the beginning of time, Good v evil, Light v dark, cold v hot, left v right, Love v hate, have been some of the standards for extremes.
Don't you hate it when somebody gets all up in your kool-aid and don't even know the flavor? But, I know the score on this one...'cause, just like you, I have to let God remind me often, that when I 'teeter' or 'totter' there is no balance. We are used to watching extreme sports and desiring an extreme makeover and swooning over extreme homes. Who would want to watch minimal sports? or meager makeovers? or moderate homes? Borrrring. Have you ever watched "Wife Swap"? That's the premise behind the show, extreme wives.
The medical profession calls this concept, hypo- and hyper-, when your body over or under does something, an imbalance. It's out of order, out of alignment, off kilter, out of whack, askewed. Those are colorful words for sick, but sick is so dull to say. I have some cheese-may to spread...here's what I have found out about the devil...he does not care if you 'teeter' or 'totter' as long as you are doing one of them.
You probably would say that the seesaw is so much fun to play on, on the playground maybe, in real life...it's a potential body slam on the ground or an inevitable full body toss in the air. There was always that kid standing in the middle of the seesaw though. What was his deal? There we are screaming and hanging on for dear life or getting the breath knocked out of us and there's unadventurous kid in the middle. Balancing in the middle. Is he 'in the know'? I think so!
The idea behind a seesaw is: a board with two ends of extreme and a middle of balance, tru dat (interpretation is: duh!). But a wonderful lesson is hidden under the board, the balancer, the equalizer.
When we can't say no and we take on more than we can possibly do but we want to be everything to everybody and we end up neglecting our own at home...teeter. When we don't have a problem at all saying no, to the point that it's all about you...totter. When we live on see-food, everything we see we eat...teeter. When we are so rigorous about what we eat that an iota counts as a calorie...totter. Give-give-give...teeter. Take-take-take...totter.
When I allow myself to learn the way of the seesaw and I agree with it not, I won't live with comedy/tragedy, waxing/waning, mountains/valleys, my life won't smack with triteness. I want the middle, not a ditch on either side. I want harmony, not rage or passivity. I want enough, not all or nothing. I want development, not kudzu style or stunted growth. I think the kid in the middle knew that life could body slam you or throw you for a loop, all because of the way we decide we want to roll. The stabilizing factor lured him to the center. When I've decided I wanted to go extreme, I've been flung afar off base.
So...(add beat box here)...come on all you idioms...I'm through expressin' my i-deaoms...they're food for thought...they can't be bought...and I hope tha message will be caught...here we go...here we go...3-2-1, let's do it...say...this tha way we roll, we roll...this tha way we go, we go, to the left? no!...to the right? no!...keepin' straight ya'll...keepin' straight.
If you will, travel back in time to your high school English class, look in your head, around the dangling participles, past the misplaced modifiers, through the diagrammed gerunds, ah, there they are, idioms. There are colloquial, dialectal, illiterate, and slang idioms. In the 11th grade A-Beka English Handbook in lesson 31.2, it advises me to "avoid idiomatic expressions that smack of triteness". I'm pretty sure I'm guilty of triteness. I'm also pretty sure that the advise given was indeed an idiom itself. In case you have erased the English off the blackboard of your mind, I will remind you that idioms are expressions of a word or a phrase and has a figurative meaning.That's me 2 a T.
I feel like if we humans mainly use words to express ourselves, that our speech should be colorful with some flava with a punch of a little 'sum-mm sum-mm', some spice, pizazz and I don't mean expletives! Which brings me to my O...extremes. The notion of opposites. Even before the beginning of time, Good v evil, Light v dark, cold v hot, left v right, Love v hate, have been some of the standards for extremes.
Don't you hate it when somebody gets all up in your kool-aid and don't even know the flavor? But, I know the score on this one...'cause, just like you, I have to let God remind me often, that when I 'teeter' or 'totter' there is no balance. We are used to watching extreme sports and desiring an extreme makeover and swooning over extreme homes. Who would want to watch minimal sports? or meager makeovers? or moderate homes? Borrrring. Have you ever watched "Wife Swap"? That's the premise behind the show, extreme wives.
The medical profession calls this concept, hypo- and hyper-, when your body over or under does something, an imbalance. It's out of order, out of alignment, off kilter, out of whack, askewed. Those are colorful words for sick, but sick is so dull to say. I have some cheese-may to spread...here's what I have found out about the devil...he does not care if you 'teeter' or 'totter' as long as you are doing one of them.
You probably would say that the seesaw is so much fun to play on, on the playground maybe, in real life...it's a potential body slam on the ground or an inevitable full body toss in the air. There was always that kid standing in the middle of the seesaw though. What was his deal? There we are screaming and hanging on for dear life or getting the breath knocked out of us and there's unadventurous kid in the middle. Balancing in the middle. Is he 'in the know'? I think so!
The idea behind a seesaw is: a board with two ends of extreme and a middle of balance, tru dat (interpretation is: duh!). But a wonderful lesson is hidden under the board, the balancer, the equalizer.
When we can't say no and we take on more than we can possibly do but we want to be everything to everybody and we end up neglecting our own at home...teeter. When we don't have a problem at all saying no, to the point that it's all about you...totter. When we live on see-food, everything we see we eat...teeter. When we are so rigorous about what we eat that an iota counts as a calorie...totter. Give-give-give...teeter. Take-take-take...totter.
When I allow myself to learn the way of the seesaw and I agree with it not, I won't live with comedy/tragedy, waxing/waning, mountains/valleys, my life won't smack with triteness. I want the middle, not a ditch on either side. I want harmony, not rage or passivity. I want enough, not all or nothing. I want development, not kudzu style or stunted growth. I think the kid in the middle knew that life could body slam you or throw you for a loop, all because of the way we decide we want to roll. The stabilizing factor lured him to the center. When I've decided I wanted to go extreme, I've been flung afar off base.
So...(add beat box here)...come on all you idioms...I'm through expressin' my i-deaoms...they're food for thought...they can't be bought...and I hope tha message will be caught...here we go...here we go...3-2-1, let's do it...say...this tha way we roll, we roll...this tha way we go, we go, to the left? no!...to the right? no!...keepin' straight ya'll...keepin' straight.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
"One Heartbeat"
Can you hear creation mourn? All is dark and earth is torn.
For the "Unto You Is Born This Day" has been cut down and tombed away.
What has happened? It all looks grim.
The Brightest Of All Lights has now been dimmed.
Sobs and cries of disbelief of what took place in great defeat.
What was told, and promises made, lay undone and hope does fade.
Darkness presides now, for three long days.
Abandonment is felt and confusion breathes a haze.
Where is the Heartbeat that promised Life?
Why was it stilled? Why all the strife?
How could this Presence be all wrong?
When Goodness and Mercy were the Song,
The Song that was sung to listening ears,
Now, look what is left, but surroundings of fear.
There's nothing to see here anymore,
Go back to old things, that were before.
All is gone, all is hopeless,
The soul will return to its state of distress.
No use...Give up...Don't try...Let go...
...A Pulsating Sound has begun to beat,
The "Just As He Said" came through complete!
The Heart once flat-lined is beating again,
What does this mean, but that torn earth will now mend!
It's not as was thought! There's no more bleak!
The "Word That Was Made Flesh", wise ones will seek!
For now Life lives and Love now forgives,
Solace is here and numbness now feels!
Come creation and mourn no more,
There's a Great Gift that wasn't before!
A Heartbeat was given and its blood drained away,
Courtesy of "The Ancient Of Days".
This was all done as an Ultimate Plan,
to give One Heartbeat...and get back all of man!
This is the Heartbeat of Easter...Be Blessed...Jeanna
For the "Unto You Is Born This Day" has been cut down and tombed away.
What has happened? It all looks grim.
The Brightest Of All Lights has now been dimmed.
Sobs and cries of disbelief of what took place in great defeat.
What was told, and promises made, lay undone and hope does fade.
Darkness presides now, for three long days.
Abandonment is felt and confusion breathes a haze.
Where is the Heartbeat that promised Life?
Why was it stilled? Why all the strife?
How could this Presence be all wrong?
When Goodness and Mercy were the Song,
The Song that was sung to listening ears,
Now, look what is left, but surroundings of fear.
There's nothing to see here anymore,
Go back to old things, that were before.
All is gone, all is hopeless,
The soul will return to its state of distress.
No use...Give up...Don't try...Let go...
...A Pulsating Sound has begun to beat,
The "Just As He Said" came through complete!
The Heart once flat-lined is beating again,
What does this mean, but that torn earth will now mend!
It's not as was thought! There's no more bleak!
The "Word That Was Made Flesh", wise ones will seek!
For now Life lives and Love now forgives,
Solace is here and numbness now feels!
Come creation and mourn no more,
There's a Great Gift that wasn't before!
A Heartbeat was given and its blood drained away,
Courtesy of "The Ancient Of Days".
This was all done as an Ultimate Plan,
to give One Heartbeat...and get back all of man!
This is the Heartbeat of Easter...Be Blessed...Jeanna
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