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I was offline for almost a week. I've been back online for about a week, and, in that week, I review only one item. I have to get back into the swing of reviewing and writing, while transferring poems to "Devotional Poetry"  and "Poem Experiments" . This morning I set my goals for the coming week in "Weekly Goals for 2024" . I'm not sure how much of it I will accomplish, I know I will accomplish some of it. I have to change my address to several places, which I will do either online or over the landline. My smartphone died a few days ago, and I'm waiting for a replacement to arrive.

Waling through the snow on a cold December night, while listening to the crunch of her footsteps. A Snow Angel contemplate the beauty of the stars, sparkling like candles on a Christmas tree. She inhales the frigid breath of winter, and laughs. Life is good. Winter is a cold, but pleasant time of year. She remembers the snows of early spring or of late autumn are different from December snow. To her, December Snow seems fresher, purer, and more resilient.

Nothing can obscure summer's memory, it is always there. Sometimes, like the brown grass of fall, it hides beneath a blanket of snow. It hides waiting for scent, sound, taste, touch, or sight to awaken it, like the warm sun of spring awakens the green grass. Summer memories are either blessing or curses depending on the emotions associated with them. Summer memories can take us back to our childhood, and bring either laughter or tears.

I'm Back! It's a cold autumn afternoon here in Las Vegas. It's been five days since I made a blog entry, and, I think, my fingers forgot how to type. The problem could just as easily be the cold, so I need to warm my fingers ups by typing. Therefore, this entry will be poem I wrote, several years ago. I'm going through transcripts of old poems and transferring them to my poetry journals here on writing.com.

I work on the primes that if I create the food combo, it isn't weird or odd if I like the combo. I will admit to creating both weird and odd combinations, which I didn't like. One of those, which seemed like a good idea at the time, was spaghetti pizza. It isn't a good idea to put leftover spaghetti on top of leftover pizza, and warm it up for breakfast (or possibly any meal). Thinking back, over the incident, the spaghetti pizza may have tasted better if I had adder a ton of spaghetti sauce and tons of cheese.

Where do I find motivation? Sometimes it hits me in the face like a wet snowball. At other time, I have to shovel snow off the walk so that motivation can get up to the house and through the door. Right now the motivation I'm discovering concerns transcribing hard copies of poems into "Poem Experiments" , "Devotional Poetry" , "Memories of Snow" , and getting ready to move at the end of November or the beginning of December.

Blogging is a door
to the inside and outside
of the blogger's mind and soul;
meditation opens the door
illuminating both fear and hope.

As everyone may, all ready, know I'm reading The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams, which is composed of five novels and a short story. The novels are (1) The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, (2) The Restaurant at the End of the Universe, (3) Life the Universe and Everything, (4) So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish, and (5) Mostly Harmless; and the short story is Young Zaphod Plays It Safe. I begin reading "Life, the Universe and Everything" last night. The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide can be found on https://www.amazon.com/.

My mother ascended into the spiritual realm on Thursday, November 29, 2012, one week after Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving 2013, was my first Thanksgiving without Mom. I spent it alone eating all the Thanksgiving foods that Mama liked. I had a turkey drum stick, which I cooked in the Microwave. In addition, I had dressing, which I also fixed in the Microwave, a turkey gravy--out of a can--a can of cranberry sauce, an entire Marie Calender's pumpkin pie, with Cool Whip, and several carafes of coffee. All right, maybe I should have gone to one of the Casino Coffee Shops. In the coffee shop I could have purchased a well balanced Thanksgiving dinner (green salad usually comes with the meal).

Each day I compose a Gratitude List of five things I am thankful for, because gratitude is an attitude that helps me face the dtests and difficulties that regularly confront me. Gratitude is an attitude that assists spirituality and help deal with material reality. A daily list helps to refocus both the mind and soul on the positive aspect of physical life on this mortal plan.

As long as zoos and aquariums do a good job of educating the public about the animals in them, I have no problem. Zoos and aquariums are supposed to be educational tools that give information about the creatures, their lives in the wild, and how to protect them. I don't like seeing animals in cages that confine them, and don't reflect--in some small way--their natural habitat in the wild.

I have prayed, contemplated, and meditated about this question numerous time over the years. I have come to the conclusion that I have no choice. I have to write! It is a compulsion, an exigency, and an imperative of my soul. It is the way my mind comes to terms, copes, heals, and learns to let go of the wounds that come between humanity, my spirituality, and me. Below is one of the poems I have written about why I write.

O Thou Glory of the All-Glorious, thank You for the blessings I have received through Your revelation from the All-Glorious Creator of the Universe. Thank You for Your willingness to spend forty-years in prison for nothing more than proclaiming the unity of humanity, the unity of God's numerous names, and the unity of the foundation of all religions.