Ex-Sunnyside Washington child, raised by amazing Mexican matriarch [Chula].

Monday, March 31, 2008

Mountains, stars, blue moon

Do you recall the first time you drew, anything?  My guess is I was about 7 or 8 years old.  I may have been younger, would have to ask Chula [or my rest in peace departed Aunt Lupe] to be sure.  Watching a child illustrate what's in their heart, what's on their mind is worth all the time in the world [and then some more time].  To create complete stories from complete nothing is like the new flowers in Spring, in a post-Easter morning.     

Today we walked the east side of our blessed home; to plot where vegetables and flowers and everything in between would be planted.  Sunflowers, tomatoes; cilantro, pumpkins, beans, strawberries, corn, squash were on the list.  This side of our home gets the best sun; the direct sun from early day to early afternoon.  We want to regenerate it with life and wandering paths, a place where we can spend time but also feed each other and our community.  Deborah and I have often thought we should turn our east and north sides to a community garden, to open the land Father blessed us with for neighbors to grow the gardens they need for that extra bounty on the table.  Just thinking.

Don't often endorse commercial art here but check out "Across the Universe" if you can.  It's been haunting me for days.  Perhaps because I grew up in the 1960s - watched America come out of Vietnam; then later travelled their myself as a tourist - did the film have [and still has] such a lasting impact.  The music didn't arrive in my personal catalog during that time; it was not until post-college that all things Beatles came to mean "music for an era".  And here we are so many years away from 1960; in a war on the other side of the planet; discussing race on a national level; watching the economy of our nation and our planet collide with the reality of daily lives that can't absorb the have some/not have some challenges.  

Peace still matters; peace is still something to pray for.  Love still flows; still needs us to be vessels to keep it flowing.  Give it a chance; give it a path into your life.  

Update: there is hail and lightning and thunder outside.

con paz,
frank          

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Dipping eggs

This year we're trying several techniques. Silk wrapping is next.

Con paz,
frank

Friday, March 21, 2008

Passion Friday

The stations were on the door, hung facing west.

Con paz,
frank

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Wash their feet

The large tree sags north, bending toward a cry for peace. It is Holy Thursday, the meal is being prepared, the parish gathers to feed itself.

Love your family, love your village - don't ever give up.

Con paz,
frank

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Updated Virtual Earth image of the farm

Virtual Earth Image of Martinez Farm in Sunnyside

I happened to visit Virtual Earth yesterday, reloaded the view of our home in Sunnyside; noticed the new image of the farm where many of us grew up is current, i.e. without the grapes.

For me, the grapes will always be there.

con paz,
frank

Sunday, March 09, 2008

Third week of Lent: Sunday prayers

Memphis and I stayed home today instead of going to church; while Deborah went ahead to participate in today's dramatic presentation of the reading - John 11:1-45.

We decided to pray for those on our hearts, while at home during church time. Our prayers include:
Grandpa Tom [because he has two holes in his head]
Mama [because readers need prayer support :> ]
Guadalupe [because she is 100 years old]
Tyler [because he just turned 3 years old]
Mac [Tyler's brother; who is a little brother who also needs love]
Ourselves [so God will help us be better servants to those in need]

I love you to mama from memphis

con paz,
frank

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