A Very Sad Truth..

April Fool's Day..and God still reigns forever on the radio..

A Made up Date and a song for a Spirit many believe in.

The most saddest day of one of my very close friends, Katie, happened yesterday. Most recently,sometime before yesterday, she made a comment in reply to my introduction of her to someone who I can't recall. It's not important right now.
I said, "This is our friend, Mike's girlfriend,Katie."
Katie's response, "Yeah, so we just pretend to like each other." Then I said, " Hey, I like you because Mike likes you, and who ever Mike likes, must be worth liking." It felt like an inside joke because neither one of us were offended. We smiled and let out a fake laugh (ha,ha). Katie has a beautiful imagination. She's wonderful company to my children. I mean, it may not seem obvious when you first meet her, but the girl has a sense of humor. I have laughed at some of her stories.
Back to yesterday.
I was happy because it was the Birthday of Cesar Chavez. I called my Grandmother, who just turned 76 one month ago on Valentine's Day, and asked if me and my daughter could stop by for some bologna sandwiches. I didn't have any cash and I left my wallet at home. I am forgetful like that. She made me and my daughter 2 pieces of meat w/Garlic, Salt and Pepper; which we rolled inside of warm-right off the fire of the gas range stove-yellow corn tortillas. While we ate, we sat and talked about family, life, and some problems. She then proceeded to make fresh flour tortillas. Wow..Fresh Home-Made Flour Tortillas. Went to the Library with my daughter, who just turned 10, 2mths ago, tomorrow.
Terrazas Library on Cesar Chavez St. in Austin, Texas. While inside, I did homework, and she wanted to read books and look at everything. She saw a statue of Cesar Chavez. She read an informational essay about him posted on the wall. She had overheard the conversation I had with my grandmother about meeting Cesar Chavez when I was 10 years old in the 5th Grade, Mrs. Gonzalez's class. In our beautiful Auditorium, with wooden theater like seats, I learned how to play the clarinet on that stage in the 6th grade, is where I met Mr. Chavez. I met him in the last years of his life. He must have just celebrated his 60th Birthday. Mr. Chavez made an impression in my mind when I was a pre-teen. His long fight for working rights of Field Laborers, his belief in the Wrath of the Grapes, the video we watched of women in the fields, picking fruit..mainly grapes. Where planes were filmed flying over fields of grapes and spraying the pesticides onto the grapes. This is why you are told to wash your fruit..to get rid of the pesticides..that can cause cancer, birth defects of unborn children..I was almost traumatized, but his speech at the end of the film, and then our march around our school for the cause of the Wrath of the Grapes, helped me reason with the reality of such unbelievable situations.
Back to the Library visit.
I did my homework and left home to finish up so my intelligent daughter could go home, shower and get ready for bed. Right when I got home, Paul was on the phone, and he was saying, "No. NO way dude. Are you serious? Oh my God. Damn dude." It did not sound a bit alarming because he reacts to things unbelievable to him like this every time.
When he hung up, he told me Katie's older sister collapsed and died. She left behind her husband and 2 1/2 year old son. They do not know at this time what caused her death. Today, Mike came over and said Katie left for the first flight out this morning.
I was traumatized, by Katie's reality, her sister's reality, the reality of the baby boy being without a mommy crushed me. Unbelievable. Hard to accept. Wished I could do something to remove the pain and confusion, and anguish. So I prayed.

Tonight I turned on the radio, thinking I had tuned into an oldie's station, but it ended up being the Christian radio station. I had just prayed and shared feelings of loneliness, and sadness. Asked for Angels..received praise and worship songs, all reminders that I still believe. I believe in happiness. I believe in forgiveness. I believe in love. I believe in God; the Father, Jesus the Son ,and the Holy Spirit. I believe in all 3 acts of love and the spirit's presence. I believe that God has answered my prayers.

St. Paddy's Day

Oh, Saint Patrick! Thank you for your kind humble spirit and for being a father to the citizens. For in the clover we find the three most important beings in our life time here on this earth: God the Father; the Son, and the Holy Ghost.

I will celebrate today in memory of the courage you displayed en route to the land in which you were a slave. You helped the citizens in those days, and history is not erased.

" Oh, I'm off to see if my money's good down at the local Pub...Don't know if I'll make it home in time for dinner...have no time for these pitiful snobs..so it's off to find me a lucky Irish sinner..." by lisa marie kennedy-martinez

I had a blast...

when I went to Hawaii. It was a personal "blast". I was inspired by the beauty of the universe, once again, to keep on pursuing the road to knowledge of everything that comes to my mind.

I am not going to put on hold my curiosities of "things" any longer. I speak of nonsense; as some have said before. No, not me little angels. I speak of what I know, what I wish to learn, what is of interest to me, and the intelligent world just waiting to be discovered.

I am a lover of the earth and stop to notice the small things. I love spring!!!

My life requires my full attention to details..to my children, to myself, and to others that live around me.

This is what happens to an individual whose family is torn apart, and the individual has no "real" friends in the world today.

I am living in the now, facing the realities..and day by day, it's a little more easier..

Seek out what you wish to know...the rest will follow.