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Who am I you ask?

What are my abilities you wonder.



I have not come this far  by your

direction,  or by your power.

The higher authority that breathed

life into my frame,  who

very much ordained my name

decided…and so it was!

Perception is sometimes powered by


Misconception is sometimes powered

by dislike!

Who am I you ask….

I am the force and the will of creation…

I am the power of the volcano’s eruption

molten lava rolling and burning a path through


A tornado in all of its thoughtless,  callous chaos….twirling

in beauty and destruction without apparent destination, or goals…

intent on devastation…yet in simplistic natural beauty powered by an unseen

machine and engine.

A hurricane large and moving in speeds of one hundred mile an hour winds, ripping trees from their root beds and tossing homes and cars like children’s toys…yet again powered by an unseen mechanical engine of such power as to draw all living and dead into its path.

So who am I you ask?

Incased in this flesh I am mortal,  a woman,  an individual with thoughts,  feelings and ideas.

Yet you perceive me weak,  you know….first impressions and all….

But oh,  do not be deceived….just as you are ….I see through to your very soul….

we are both

the force and will of creation!

Just as I have and you have the ability to be creative,  so do I ….just as you have the ability to be destructive so do I.

I chose life…

what do you choose?

Within me reigns the absolute power to choose—to be the FORCE AND WILL OF CREATION!

Where Have I been?

Journey Behind the Falls at Niagara ...


I have been on a journey…

My friend

I have not been lost


but a journey of length

and depth  has

challenged my

very heart and soul

I have gathered need

and gathered sorrow

My journey leads me

down dark alleys

bright rooms,

painful thoughts

and haunting fears

Tears are worthless

here on my journey

But the tears still come

and roll down my cheeks

like snowballs gathering

size and speed

My nose and face feel clogged

from the emotions spent

on this journey

Come free me my friend

from this torment

But I do not cry for myself

I cry for another

My son, my dear son

What will be?

Sickness again claimed

him on June 24 after

his American History

Regents exam…of which he

did receive an 88!

The victory of his passing

is overshadowed by the

illness that gripped him in

its stealy hands

I wish for him joy,

health, and happines…

I pray for him health, health, and more health

So that has been my journey my friend

Seeking health and strength for

the child of my womb

The child I had prayed for 15 years ago

is in a battle for his life….

So my journey is not a lonely one

but a hard. brittle, prickly one

Where have I been?  Right here,

at home, at work, but journey is a battle of

the mind and strength of the


JOurney is to walk a walk of faith,

and endurance…

So I have not called you,  written you,

but I know you are still there.

I will not go,

while I continue this journey,  whose

destination I yet do not know.



credit of waterfalls image…from aol journey images


Gus and RascalJustin Sullivan, Getty Images

Teed, left, celebrates with Gus after her pooch was crowned champ. Next to her is Dane Andrew and former winner Rascal, another Chinese Crested. Owners of ugly dogs from all over the country traveled to compete in the contest.


I had two of these Cresteds in my house when I was growing up.  My mother loved to help animals!  Our house became a haven rest stop…kind of like the UNDERGROUND RAILROAD for dogs and cats in between adoptive homes!  My mother’s friend Joyce had Yorkies that she breed.  Sometimes she would come across a breeding dog that no one wanted anymore.  My mother would take the dog in until an ad was placed in the local news paper and a adoptive home was found.  For some reason we ended up with the two Chinese Cresteds!!!


They were so funny and so full of energy.  I hated to give them up!  But I already had 3 dogs at the time.  My mother had a very large bungalo in Springfield Gardens Queens back then  We had the largest yard on the block.  We had an above ground swimming pool  also.  I loved my childhood for those reasons.  I had my own playground and adventure land.  Our yard had a large apple tree, and rose bushes all around.  I really, really  remember the joys of summer back then.

I digress… any how,  the Chinese Cresteds would come when I called them.  I used to call them THING 1 AND THING 2  or combination of  “THE NAKEDS!!!!”    I would say,  “NAKEDS….COME GET YOUR FOOD!!!!!”  And you know what they would do?  They would come running and slide into  the kitchen in such excitement I would just laugh and laugh!  They were adorable!

I kind of feel sorry for these Chinese Cresteds displayed in this AOL article because they  are sick and then being called ugly.  I mean naturally ugly is one thing…but a dog missing a leg, and one eye and having skin cancer is not ugly…the dog is sick.  Those dogs in perfect health,  look odd…but not ugly.

The Cresteds that we had were strong and healthy.  They had the tuft of hair on the head, ears, tail, and privates…but they were cute!  They were not missing any teeth, they were quite young as a matter of fact.  So again,  I feel that the dogs they are showing as a competition means, well, that they have to get old and sick before they can compete in this UGLY DOG COMPETITION. 

I liked their skin,  one Crested looked like an pink complexion and their other had brown complexion.  I thought they were like people….they were hilarious…and good spirited!  They loved tons, and tons of affection!

They should do a competition on the world’s best looking Crested!  You know…it would be better than seeing these dogs at their worst state….sickly and lacking legs and eyes.  Who would want people to see them in ill health and have a picture taken at their worst?

Till next blog,


Stop It!~~~~by Riveroflifelisajoy!

Don’t be scared,

to tell the truth.

Don’t allow the liars

to place you in a booth!

You lost some valuables

through the fight

Atleast you will get to

sleep good


Stop it!

The milk spilled

on the floor…

so do not complain

just go ahead and

mop it!

You cannot change

what has already

been done.

Life continues to move


and so

must you…

So just

Stop it!