Time for real life to intrude and new goals to be met.
I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas (which I celebrate) or happy holidays. Christmas was everything I could have wished for including having all my family together.
Only two complaints: It was too short and I had to fix the car twice!
Sometimes real life likes to intrude too often.
Without those intrusions life would be boring,so as my Father is always telling me: Life is Good!
Have a Happy New Year and God Bless everyone!
Sondi
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Chapter 2
Heterogeneous Mixture – this is a mixture that contains ingredients of different states of matter. For example, a cool refreshing drink- ice(frozen), 7UP (liquid and gas). (According to notes from Chemistry 101)
Not all stars are made up of the same mixture of elements as the Earth, (Professor Celia Payne, Stars 101)
I looked at my class schedule in dismay. How was I going to get from Chemistry, which ended at 14:50, all the way (and I mean quite a ways) across campus to Stars 101, which started at 15:00, and not be late? I mean could they have made it more difficult?
I haven’t even had a class in Thought Teleportation yet. I wasn’t signed up for that until next semester.
My day just went from bad to worse. Not even the crystal spires of the Campus Temple reflecting the golden glow of early morning could lighten my mood.
I mixed up classes and showed up for space 101 at 16:00 instead of 17:00 and had to sit through a Classic Literature Class that wasn’t even on my schedule because the teacher pointed me out as I realized my mistake and made me sit back down and quit interrupting her class. And that meant, I missed my sculpting class (that I had looked forward to) which started at 16:00. I mean, could I get any more mixed up. And that was only Monday the first day of school.
And what were these flyers that I kept seeing around campus that heralded the coming Fireside. Did it mean they were going to have a bonfire? Every one was invited and from what I gathered from other gossip it seamed to be a yearly,( At least I think its yearly, time seams to run differently on the other side.) event. No one would give me a straight answer. They usually said, “Just come and see” or ”Don’t miss it, It’s worth it.”
I guess I’ll go just to get the suspense over with. I hate surprises.
Then as I was walking to my last class, some jerk tripped and spilled his Garden of Eden juice, (that really is a name of a fast food take out, The Garden of Eden) all down my white trousers. I can’t wait for that teleportation class.
After the day I had, all I wanted to do was to curl up with a good book and eat chocolate chip cookies with a glass of milk on the side. Instead I had a paper to write for Creation class, and a project for Chemistry…and more.
That’s when I had this brilliant idea (at least I thought it was) for 2 projects in one. Why not take down a goliath with one swoop. And while I was doing so I could enjoy the benefits of my labor, Chocolate Chip cookies.
My paper was supposed to be on the creation and how I thought it had happened, My chemistry class project was to take two different states of matter and combine them.
So I started gathering the ingredients of my recipe. In my family we never measured so I started with equal amounts of flour and sugar, about 1 ½ cups each will do. Two heaping spoonfuls of butter or margarine (a large spoon.) A dash of salt. A cap full of Vanilla, Two eggs (cracked of course and don’t forget to discard the shell. It would make great mulch for my new terrarium that took up one whole room in my new Crystal apartment.) Dip the small spoon into the baking soda, about ¼ tsp of soda. And lots of chocolate chips. Mix all together. If it is too dry add some liquid vegetable oil to moisten or more flour to thicken. Yeah, that was how I really cooked.
But that made the best chocolate chip cookie dough. Sometimes the dough didn’t even get cooked. There was nothing better than chocolate chip cookie dough unless it was the cookie.
White Dove even agreed with me. Of course I didn’t give her the chocolate, just the dough.
The Creation was just like the recipe. Imagine all those ingredients spread around the kitchen. With them stationary on the counters, how are those cookies going to get made?
And what kind of force could actually have combined those ingredients together without making a mess, and in the correct amounts, not to mention dropped them on a cookie tray to cook at the correct temperature in order to have created the perfect chocolate chip cookie.
The correct answer could only have been at a Master Baker’s hand. And for my Chemistry class I needed that perfect cookie made from solids and liquid matter.
It definitely wasn’t White dove that could have made a perfect cookie, as I found out to my horror. And if you are like me or an atheist you will be waiting a long time, maybe never to have that perfect cookie unless you cleaned up, gathered more ingredients and started all over again. I banished White Dove to the bedroom while I mixed another batch and cooked it. I didn’t dare tell the teachers that my dog ate my homework.
The Creation Paper took a little longer to type. The paper and my Chemistry project brought an “A” for effort (Even if it wasn’t exactly the perfect Cookie, it was darn near close.). And the smell in my apartment was heavenly.
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Relative: a thing having a relation to or connection with or necessary dependence on another thing. (www.Mirriam-Websters.com)
The distance between two points is … Relative. (Professor Friedrich Hegel, Space 101)
Have you ever notice that when you want to get some where in a hurry, it takes forever and when you are having fun, time seams to rush past?
Now that I was ready to meet my maker, sins rationalized, good works aggrandized, all T’s crossed and I’s dotted, I wondered where all my relatives were. Everyone knows that when you die you should be greeted by those who have gone before you. That’s just one of those universal truths. Yet here I was alone in a crowd of millions waiting at the Pearly Gates and there wasn’t a dead relative in sight, Not even a friend or pets of mine to be found.
I gave up trying to find anyone I could recognize and joined the lineup to the Gates close to a group of singers that seamed to be having fun. We sang some hymns I remembered from church and even a couple of popular rock songs. Ones that I used to sing along to on my mp3 player. The highlight of my wait was the Macerena. Our little group danced and pranced in place and yelled: “Hey, Macerena… Aye!”
We were all severely shushed after that but I think it released the worried steam valve of the wait.
There was one woman in our group of singers with an amazing voice. I stood by her so that she could drown out my rusty soprano. She could trill her way up one octave and down another as we sang Ave Maria. She could have put a chorus of angels to shame. Then again, maybe we were a chorus of angels, we were dead.
It was enjoyable to sing my heart out with the others and in no time at all I was at the gate.
And there was Old St. Peter, or should I say Yummy St. Peter at the gate. I have always thought that when our mortal bodies are left behind we will appear in our best mortal state until the resurrection and then be perfected. St Peter seamed to have taken advantage of that thought.
He winked at me. I looked to my left side then the other side and back at St. Peter. He winked again and I pointed a finger at my chest and lo and behold another wink. Boy did that light up my after-life. I just batted my lashes right back with a wicked smile. He actually laughed.
Oh, I could get used to this.
Fingers twiddled, twirled and jerked to produce a long thin white lily. I held it to my chest and closed my eyes, then with a flourish I presented it to him. He waved me in with open mouth amazement. His open mouth, my amazement. I’d passed through the pearly Gates and not been rejected. I have to admit there had been a lot of moments I envisioned my week willed self being pointed in the downward direction.
Jumping up and down for joy I grabbed the nearest person and wept with relief.
That was when I was snagged by the bluest eyes I had ever seen. The brown hair over one eye was shaken and then I was on my knees. Tears of longing joined my wet cheeks. “White Dove” I whispered.
The hand on my shoulder stilled my heart. My Savior was smiling down on me and I couldn’t wait to greet my long dead blue healer, White Dove.
I looked up at the other pair of blue eyes and pleaded for time, “Could I see my dog and my animals first, please?”
“Then I heard a familiar gasp, “Evangeline Sarah Rawlings! Do you know who you are talking to, Young Lady?”
The censure in my mother’s voice had my head hung in shame, but the twinkle in my Lords eyes dared me for truth.
The twinkle was irresistible, “Will the judgment take long? I really would like to see my animals.”
“Sarah, you know me well,” Jesus praised and I knelt in reverence.
I had talked with him many times in my solitude. Studied and listened intently to his words of comfort. I felt that there was no one I knew better, yet still didn’t fully comprehend. But I had a good idea what he had suffered for me and I believed it was not for nothing. Through his sacrifice I could return to his realm and there continue my progress. There were only a few requirements he had given me and I had done my best to fulfill them, enduring to the end. “Am I forgiven My Lord,” I humbly asked?
He pointed to my family, friend and animals that had gathered not far away. “We will talk of your schooling later. Go in peace my child. ”
And I did, running into my mother’s arms then kneeling to engulf White Dove in a ruffled hug. Joyously I greeted each and every one gathered, relatives, friends, and animals.
Only after my mother’s lecture and introduction into my new lodging did I remember what my Lord had said.
School in the here after?
I thought I was through with school.
(This book is all my thoughts and feelings and not due to any ecclesiastical written word. Read it for the enjoyment and try not to take offense for none was meant. Therefore it is all my fault! And I will take the heat or the joy when I meet my maker.)
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Writing seams to be in my blood….
I awoke with a dream wishing for life. I dream a lot, but this one seemed important and won’t leave me alone until I write it all down. Hopefully I will be able to finish it before the end of the world.
After all…
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio…
World Makers: Space 101
Prologue
Life was fun, exciting, work but as a whole lonely. Loneliness was entirely my fault.
As I sat on the secluded misty hill amid hundreds of hand made fantastical blossoms, I couldn’t help but analyze my lifetime. Mirroring hours of my youth, my hands worked independently to shape the imaginings of my unconscious thoughts. Instead of clay another unidentified specimen of flower took shape under my lifeless fingers.
Once again I laid the flower’s stem in the hillside where it took root. Had I been interested in this marvelous process I would have been shocked at the miracle. Only memories of my past mistakes, successes, worries and wonders of life occupied my timelessness.
My life had been full, eventful, painful, and joyous. There had been times I wished I would have handled things differently. Times I wished I hadn’t done them at all. But I had learned from my weaknesses as well as my strengths, and isn’t that what life is all about? How we handle our trials and tribulations, The knowledge we gain, Life’s knowledge and experience are the only things we can take with us when we die. Unless you are one of those that thinks there is nothing after life, then I guess you truly have nothing.
I happened to be one of those that believed knowledge was and is important. There wasn’t one thing I would change in my lifetime except my penchant for solitude. I had accomplished everything I set out to accomplish whether well done or not, success or failure except one. Each goal shaped my life, enriched my life and ultimately ended my solitary life. I was content, Although, I wished I had someone to share my life with. But that had not come to pass.
My hand swatted a buzzing away then returned to its sculpting.
There were many friends, acquaintances and Family I would miss. They had all brushed my life and like them I was willing to lay aside some time to help with immediate concerns. I would take the initiative to check on them and make sure all was well in their lives, then all would resume to individual needs, wants and desires.
A drop of dew rolled down my face to splash on a living magenta rose-orchid hybrid adding a new hued bud to the stem. The buzzing repeatedly increased in volume. I flinched and planted another hybrid flower in my fairytale garden.
“Have you ever seen talent appear this quickly?” asked an unidentified voice.
“She must be introduced at the gate before she can use ….” rumbled the indignant rejoinder, “I don’t understand it. She shouldn’t be able to do this.”
A shadow separated from the group of gawkers and approached the solitary soul enthroned in blooms.
“Ms. are you waiting for anyone,” asked a friendly hopeful masculine voice?”
I realized I was being hailed and turned reluctantly to greet the intruder. “Hi, can I help you?”
His flirty smiled died at my mediocre interest. “Uh, are you waiting for your husband or partner?” The hopeful note reappeared.
“No, just thinking.” I handed him a newly made flower trying to be pleasant. “Here, maybe you can give this to your partner.”
I couldn’t for the life of me figure out how I could have lived my life differently so that I would not have been so alone.
The silence was refreshing for my contemplations.
Satisfied that one regret only hampered my existence. I eagerly left mortality behind and answered the gate’s summons.
Thanks until the next life, uh.. I mean post.
Sondi
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March 19, 2012
It has been a while since I have posted on my blog.
A lot of life has happened.
The creative juices flow with the coming of spring and my thoughts are turned towards designing.
More pictures later.
As you can see I have been busy.
I wish everyone a happy productive spring.
And may your lives grow …. with possibilities throughout the coming year.
Sondi
Fall Time
Summer has come and gone and I didn’t accomplish all that I wanted to. Worked on upgrading and redecorating the house and forgot all about writing for a while.
Actually, I got stuck on the cartoon drawings that I wanted to achieve.
I studied hard and drew a lot of different characters but couldn’t quite come up with the kind of drawings that I wanted for a comic series that I started. If you haven’t read the short story My things that I posted on this blog, then I hope you do, the comic takes off with Nick the rock hound. It’s Nick’s story down to the last gory detail, Gargoyles and all.
hopefully in the next couple of weeks I will have some of Nick’s finished pictures to add to this blog. Until then….
The leaves are starting to fall, the wind is howling, thunder strikes closer each second and the time draws near when goblins, ghosts and ghouls come out to play. Monster time.
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Maxie, Scampy
Maxie, scampy,
Bloody vampy,
How does your garden grow?
With ghostly wails,
And dragon tails,
And gargoyles all in a row.
Read them at your own risk.
I dare you!
Sondi Miller
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The winner of the 10,000th post on the amazon thread “Have you published a book on the Amazon Kindle” is…
Edward C. Patterson.
And since he has already bought all my books and posted them on his shelf, I offered him a choice of a signed book or a personalized painting. He chose the painting, which by the way I am now painting.
Congratulations Edward and I promise I will have it done soon.
Best Wishes on your books.
Sondi
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