The Jet

Here is a quick update about a quick Jet...
This is the last chicken that my Mom was interested in...
"How's Jet?"
He's Black...and he's fast!
But, Mom, I was wrong...he is a she!
Jet is too fast to get a picture of. Here are the only two from this morning.

Jet doesn't like cameras...

(see what I mean?)

Don't ruffle that feather

You just cannot tell what might happen...

May I Say Something?

May I say 'something'? (I will try):
"Something...
mysteriously formed...before heaven and earth...
silence and the void...standing alone and unchanging...
ever-present and in motion...
perhaps it is the mother of 10,000 things
I do not know it's name
I call it Truth...
for lack of a better word...
I call it great...
for lack of a better name...
we called her Betty!"

I love you, Mom.
I miss you, too!

Hi Mom! I love you this much...

This was posted on May 20th...
but, my Mom loved this picture...
For, from all that is wrong in the world...
Love is the only thing that can endure such misfortune.
I love you, Mom!
(Please, forgive them...they don't know what they're doing)

I love my Mom...this much!!!

Who's fighting?

There is a lifelong dedication that cannot be compromised by politics, clowns, ignorance or any other unfortunate condition. This is the Love between a mother and her first born son...and it is stronger than all that would come after it...like husbands, other siblings, acquaintances, 'friends'...
Anything and everything are secondary to it for none of them could ever know what the first born son knows. He knows his mother and they do not. For these less fortunate folk, thankfully, there are 'celebrations of life', ceremony, hopeless last attempts to quell their guilt just a little longer. Because, that which they claim to know, is unknown to them...that which only I know.
(Nobody is fighting...it is a lifelong dedication that will never die...)
Beware: The backstabbing Cousin thinks I collect knives...

A Mother and her three babies....

Everyday is a new day. There is always reason to remain hopeful. But, when the world gets ugly, who will protect us?
Who will teach us? Who will make us who we are?
Who is the reason?
Who is it?

I am ill

I am very sick right now. I will be back soon. Thank you.