Beams: rays of light; to radiate light; to shine; to smile expansively; to emit; to transmit;
the bar of a
balance; to support/brace against stress; on the right track.

Digital Photography and Art by DiDi Hendley. Now...Words.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Playing with words...

Can you see this?

After a short time, the man picked up his guitar and began tuning it. He was a handsome man with a fit, thin frame. As he fingered the guitar, his expression seemed distant and focused. The roadie turned guitarist, with a confident, cocky stage presence. As he began to pick a tune on the acoustic guitar, Libby became mesmerized at the detailed licks, cords and speed of his agile fingers. After a moment of warming up and tweaking the pitch, the man began to play a song, ripping through strings with the same amazing speed and agility. The expression on his face was almost angelic as he delved into the depths of the melody.

Recovering from the awe and distinction of the guitarist, Libby raised her camera and fired. Each click zooming from full body, three-quarter, and finally headshot. As she zoomed to his face, she lowered the camera. The aura around this man's face was breathtaking as he continued to delve deeper into the melody. The room disappeared into the notes. Libby was equally caught up in the site and sounds. The amazing acoustic melody enveloped her as she watched the man's expression fade from mystical to present, Libby remembered the camera again and fired a few more shots of his face before reality returned. 
...excerpt from Whirlwind Love!

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

South Carolina Screen Writers Group

I'm moving forward--come on along! 

I want to write screenplays and to find kindred spirits for the journey, I've created a new South Carolina Screenwriters group. If you live in SC and want to join in, please signup and let's get this party started! 

Dates and times for meetings will be decided upon. Philip Rowe has agreed to allow us to meet at the US#1 Flea Market Bookstore/Coffeeshop at 3500 Augusta Road in West Columbia, SC. 

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Christian Kane - "The House Rules"

Christian Kane - "The House Rules": Checkout the new Video by Christian Kane!

The wait is over! The new Christian Kane video, "The House Rules," directed by none other than Academy Award Winner Timothy Hutton is out! has hosted 8 new videos all weekend, with a competition for top spot in the balance, there's a callout for all Kaniacs to launch their votes, comments and tweets to push Kane to the top of the list. Currently hovering at number two, that's just not the place a true Kaniac wants to see Christian: we all know he can't belong in second place! So, with an all-out battle to close the deal and put "The House Rules" on top. Kaniacs...step it up!

Sunday, August 29, 2010

My little indulgence

I began this blog five months ago with a specific goal. To "put it all out there." To unleash all that was forcibly contained within. Truthfully, I had no plan, no intention. Since the time I originated goal, I have become aware of my intention--to write--to focus on producing. I'm still contemplating and studying vehicles of book, script, or whatever.

I'm not one who needs structure nor schedule. Should the day arrive that I need to produce according to structure or schedule, THEN is when I'll be concerned about those beasts. And to me, they are beasts. For the time being, I wish for more time to write and will be focusing efforts to accommodate that wish. To that end, I have decided to abandon my photography business at the end of this year. (Note...starving artist sale is going on NOW at my fulfillment site -- so anybody who may care, please consider purchasing a print. As sales occur, I may be able to maintain that site for the rest of the year (which would be nice).

So, as I have indulged myself with reading and/or following other blogs, most are so impressive, literate, informative, and/or inspiring, I realize that my little blog is purely my indulgence of self. I am considering presenting a "real" blog, one that would be more suitable to my professional goals. So, if you visit me here, know that this is my beginning, my introduction to this world of expression and sharing, my personal indulgence. When the face I need to project requires more sophistication and professionalism, then I will worry about the content and presentation. For now, you may choose to join my meanderings and my whims, or not.

I often bring up my blog in a background window, insert my earbuds, and work away at whatever project requiring my attention and intention. Sometimes, like now, I even take the time to add a new post on whim. After all, this is my little indulgence. You are welcome to join me...or not. Either way--be blessed.

And thanks for popping in!

Sunday, August 22, 2010

A Cozy Corner in Virginia Beach

One of my most cherished Twitter Tutor/Writer/Friend is Lisa Rivero, and her Blog post today mentioned an announcement by writer Michelle Johnson’s journey toward opening a book store!

First and foremost, congratulations Michelle! What a wonderful business venture, and I wish you great success! Your plans sound wonderful--I only wish I lived near Virginia Beach! Many days I could use a cozy corner writing respite -- away from normal distractions, to really let the muse chat me up.

I've only been writing (officially) since April, so I haven't even read 10 books on writing to suggest to you...but I'm currently reading Elizabeth Berg's "Escaping into the Open" and just started The Passionate Writer chapter--which I can tell is going to be a tremendous help to me. Ms. Berg was the keynote for a writer's workshop sponsored by the Hub City Writer's Project in Spartanburg, SC that I recently attended. While her writing style is very different from mine, I am truly enjoying "Escaping into the Open."

In my first WIP Whirlwind Love, a friend shared with me that she felt left behind in the love scenes. I admit that I take the reader there--and then walk away. Feels a lot like peeking into someone's window for I'm hoping that the exercises in this chapter might help me move past that issue.

I also wanted to mention that it's because of music that I'm writing. So perhaps music is something to add as a secondary goal--it can be very inspirational to a writer. At the aforementioned conference, Jeremy L. C. Jones presented a session on Music and Writing--I could've sat in that session for the entire day, it was so fascinating. I thought about the ability to be introduced to music for inspiration based on other people's recommendations would be amazing. For instance, writing a scene of hard-hitting action--what music would inspire you? A love scene? I might choose the same music, but having a recommendation from another author on what inspires them could make an entirely different scene. Just a thought.

Looking forward to hearing more about your venture!

Saturday, July 31, 2010

Hub City Writers Project - Writing in Place 2010

Link to Hub City Writers Project - Writing in Place 2010
Class assignment-Day 2
Write a paragraph to a page with this as the first sentence:
“My Mother broke every dish in the house.“

My Mother broke every dish in the house. There was no discernment of linoleum underneath the shattered glass and porcelain. As I stepped carefully into the kitchen, the shock washed through my core. Had I not known of the problem, I would have believed a tornado blew through the room. But the roof was intact...the episode was contained. My Father sat in the doorway to the dining room, desperately trying to sweep the pieces into the hide the pain. He had not yet seen me enter the room.

“Dad, I'll get that...” I tried to distract him, to ease his pain. With no acknowledgement, I repeated, “DAD, let me...” His pained expression told me what he could not.
“I didn't hear you come in,” he said softly. Struggling to stand, the determination of his effort was apparent. I looked around for something to clear a pathway through the chards, something to help me reach comfort him. I grabbed an old mop that was hidden in the corner of the washroom. By the time I returned to push the shattered pieces aside, he had managed to pull himself to his feet. Instinctively I put my arms around his bent shoulders. When had he shrunk so? Why had I not noticed this before?

“Dad, let's go sit down for a bit. This mess will wait.”

Reluctantly, he leaned the broom against the door and walked into the den. Mom sat in her chair, chin against her chest as she slept. Dad watched her as we sat on the sofa. After a long while, he turned to me. “She said she didn't want anybody else's dishes in her house. I'm sorry, I know that your Grandmother's china was in the will for you. Mom really wanted you to have it.”
Dad lowered his head as the sorrow became overwhelming.

Looking painfully into my eyes, Dad added, “I think it's time. I've tried to avoid it, you know. Will you call....that place?” The tears that appeared in his eyes shattered my heart like the chards on the kitchen floor.

“Sure Dad, I'll take care of it. I'll take care of all of it.” I took his hand as we both turned to face Mom, soundly sleeping and unaware.

Unaware that she would never again have an afternoon nap in her recliner.

Never again sleep in the bed she shared with Dad for over sixty years.

Never again to live with the only man she'd ever loved.

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This assignment wasn't read and didn't get a critique. Comment...if you'd like!

Monday, July 26, 2010

Dawn Thought 7/26/10

"Clarity destroys illusions."

I'm just sayin'...

Friday, July 23, 2010

Everyday Intensity: Day 11: Our Precious Imagination

I'm catching's been intense lately (ha!). I agree with everything everyone has said in the comments for the day so far...this is definitely my favorite post as well (so far, anyway).

It would seem that among those participating in this project, I've seen evidence that some are or maybe were teachers. I think that people who are archetypally "teachers" can relate especially to such creative intensity. I believe it takes someone who can digest information and represent it with some flair, as well as comprehension, to engage learners.

My first "teaching" experience was age 7, when I helped a fellow classmate learn to read. I made a career of teaching people to use computers as an adult. I was always astounded when people would comment on my patience and ability to relay the information in ways they had never understood. I always loved seeing the 'lightbulbs' when people would understand. It didn't take long to realize that people learned by different means-some visually, some auditory, some just by doing. I believe the secret was to reach people how THEY needed to be reached, not how I wanted to teach them. I don't teach much these days, at least not in a formal manner. Somedays I miss it. But maybe they are just dark days when I really could use a lightbulb. :)

In Day 11 of the July Intensity Project, Lisa mentioned Michael Piechowski's work on Dabrowski’s theories “Mellow Out” They Say: If I Only Could: Intensities and Sensitivities of the Young and Bright," with exerpts of imagination manifestation that include "need for novelty and variety."

If I had only understood, say 30 years ago, that intensity (aka gifted, as you've pointed out to me-but thats never a term I would have deem myself worthy) was behind the need for novelty and variety--all those career experiences in my 20s would've made MUCH more sense! Maybe I wouldn't have been so hard on myself for the adventure!

Imaginary companions and dramatization, these have most recently become an obvious need to me. They were a part of my childhood, called upon when no one else was around for entertainment. I only this year have been greatly rewarded by allowing myself to "go there," dreaming, imagining, and writing about those other worlds, as well as the interesting (at least to me) people who live more intriguing lives, with more engaging things to say and do. I appreciate this more than I could have ever imagined possible. Every day I get to write, is a day I experience joy.

I only hope that someday there will be even more reward for those adventures--that I might be allowed to live THERE more often, and remove myself from this existence that suffers the bills, the schedules, the shopping (which I hate), the car repairs (or need thereof), the people who will never "get" me, etc.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Hey, Mr. Kane..

I've almost finished the story of Whirlwind Love:

Libby's life of sacrifice and responsibility changes when fates' whirlwind takes her places she never dreamed, directly into the arms of the love of her life. Joe's built walls with words and actions, never realizing the darkness that he holds within, until the light of her love breaks through.
Story By DiDi Hendley

After I bought the Christian Kane London (Acoustic! Love that!) CD from in mid-February, I began to have epiphanies. I think I explained some of those somewhere in this blog.

Since that time, I've found tremendous JOY from writing...ever since, my eyes have been opened to possibilities I never dreamed of and I'd like to share this with the world!

1. Love your music. The new EP is great. 2. The story I've written is sorely missing from your repertoire. I recently purchased many DVDs from Amazon that list you in credits. Too many were "don't blink or you'll miss him" kinda movies. Your fans need a movie they can sink their teeth into...where you give 'em all you've got...acting, singing...well the romance is nice too. :)

Whirlwind Love (website forthcoming) is about a girl who finds the love of her life, a musician and actor who's reaching a point in life when he wonders if he's on the right path. I'd love to see this as a movie...currently it's a romantic drama, probably even PG rated...(i.e., this isn't fanfiction). I can't imagine anybody else as Joe King. Hey, Christian, I'd love to send you a link via DM!

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Day 7 July Intensity Project: The Euphoric Rush of Everyday Life

I agree with Julia about Newport's quote. I haven't experienced joy to anywhere near the degree I have since I started writing this year--allowing my mind he amok; dialogue with invented nemesis (or heroes, for that matter); leap to daydreams of imaginary futures that may or may not work out, depending on MY whim.

I've existed in THAT world--the planned/productive (expected, boring, left-brained) existence, and the sense of accomplishment doesn't compare to now. Giving myself permission to exist in THIS glorious world makes the previous existence pale and futile in comparison. I acknowledge that it was necessary to bring me to this place, but I don't ever want to go back.

As far as accomplished...that remains to be seen. I'll always hope and have faith that I will someday be--based on Divine inspiration, as well as that very faith and hope that get me through the days of tedious politics, people, war, suffering, bills and to-do lists. The inspiration that keeps me writing and brings me joy. I do this for me...what comes from be it. Acceptance and approval are always nice things, but they aren't necessary. If writing were to provide a keep me away from existing in the aforementioned THAT world...then color me a happy girl.

Monday, July 5, 2010

July Intensity Project Day 5-E. Paul Torrance’s Creative Manifesto

"...but I now realize that I was writing [guidelines for his Manifesto to help children/adults live more creatively] for myself” (The Manifesto: A Guide To Developing a Creative Career, p. 93)

How wonderful! I find that often research for some obscure topic will resonate some truth to me...which I often is a fundamental truth that I need to discover. I believe we are guided to such topics to show us truths that need enlightenment (we just didn't know it yet!)
E. Paul Torrance’s Manifesto

  • Don’t be afraid to fall in love with something and pursue it with intensity.
  • Know, understand, take pride in, practice, develop, exploit, and enjoy your greatest strengths.
  • Learn to free yourself from the expectations of others and walk away from the games they impose on you. Free yourself to play your own game.
  • Find a great teacher or mentor who will help you.
  • Don’t waste energy trying to be well-rounded.
  • Do what you love and can do well.
  • Learn the skills of interdependence.
I really love Day Five's topic of the July Intensity Project, Lisa. The first declaration resonated with me! (Although, in all honesty, they all have great impact.)

I believe too often the "norm" regards intensity as a negative; and those of us who are predisposed to be intense and passionate are expected to conform to their way of thinking. I love that this project celebrates and encourages our passion.

Too many years have been wasted trying to understand what I wanted to "be" when I grew 47, I now know that if I don't create, I am not happy. I've found such contentment and joy in the past months just living by that first not being afraid to fall in love with something and pursuing it with intensity. Acceptance and appreciation are great things, but they aren't required if you are happy with your own personal pursuits. That also fits into the third declaration, freeing yourself from the expectations of others.

I don't have the ability to twitter via phone...I use my pc. I believe that Twitter has provided me with the great teacher/mentor by establishing relationships with folks such as yourself, Lisa, and the others who have inspired, encouraged and enlightened me with their perspectives, stories and information. I never would have thought of using this service as such...but have truly relished this unexpected delight.

Do what you love and can do well...that is an every-day, practiced art form, IMHO. "Well" is so relative, it also could be a conflict if one expects outside sources to define what is "well-done." I believe "Do what you love and love what you do," might be preferable to me, it removes any connotation that seeks approval.

Loved today's assignment. Thanks for sharing all this wonderful information and challenging us to consider, share and create.

Saturday, July 3, 2010

July Intensity Project Day 3-Got Personality

Unfortunately my Day 2 Project comment on the JIP blog is history, and as I don't intend to try to recreate it I shall move forward without it's reflection. Not that I really need it.

I'm having difficulty with the Day 3 assignment, in that there is an inference of incompletion--I don't feel incomplete. As the first question asks "What is missing?" --  I can't define what isn't there if I don't miss it. A paradox?

In defining the "weird" from Day 2 -- I believe I addressed other people's perspective of my "weirdness" (which isn't a word I really appreciate, probably based on history more than definition) in the lost notes. Many years of feeling "less than" have been overcome. My goal and focus is on discovery of self, on developing and appreciating creativity within, and of moving forward--not reflecting on the past. Been there...done that...moved on.

"What do I want to take away?" Again, for me, it's another been there, done that, moved on. I didn't like the baggage that was left behind from other people's expectations and, sometimes, cruel labels. I was more than happy to finally just walk away and leave that baggage somewhere in the street. I don't look back for it: I don't need to reclaim it.

"Who do I want to be?Me. In whatever shape, capacity, imagination, or definition that exists at whatever moment in time. I don't need to be anybody else. My skin may be misshapen from years of trying to wear other people's perspectives, but it's me now...void of those opinions. I completely accept it as it is. What's mine is mine...even if its leftovers. Those are the morsels in life that  feed us, sustain us, and keep us moving forward to discover our true self--an ever-evolving soul. Many folks just don't recognize that. (BTW, can you tell I'm hungry? lol)

As to "What do I want to add to myself"...I'm doing that. I'm creating and rediscovering words while I continue to create and search for images--within and out. I'm focusing on the mental images in my consciousness and taking the time to give them life, at least through words. For me personally, it makes me happy, brings me JOY. That's not a word that has often been used in my adult life, but it's certainly a word I've prayed for. If anyone decides it's "weird" -- they don't have to participate, and I'm fine with that. I believe that perspective is a benefit of wisdom attained through years. Who cares what somebody else thinks of I'm who I am...take me or leave me -- either way I continue my journey.

The final question, dealing with seeing myself as normal...well...again, I can't relate. I'm me. I don't need definition: normal, weird, or any other such adjective. I'm just me. I celebrate that I've come to terms with all of the above, I don't need approval or acceptance. I've grown to appreciate my own company and am MUCH happier by that acceptance of self.

I, too, appreciated Kristi's comments from Day 2. I, too, would rather hold up in my room or recliner, laptop engaged, whether it's with words or images: I'd much rather be doing THIS than the parties and socials, too. When I'm otherwise obligated to participate in such activities, my mind is thinking about the laptop...and the stories...and the images...THAT is what makes me happy. I love it if someone else decides something I produce or create makes them happy too. But if not...that's OK. I hope they find something that brings them joy, too!

Thursday, July 1, 2010

The July Intensity Project

The July Intensity Project:
...writing down anything positive about your personality as it is now and the choices you make and the person you are.

I am...
  • committed to honoring my creative self;
  • committed to acknowledging my contribution and effort to my gifts and effort;
  • accepting abundance, beauty and joy from within and of the world;
  • choosing to distribute the light within at every opportunity without regard to where if falls--be it close or far. 
  • making my goal to honor that light and let it shine

Props to @Doublelattemama  and @DailyIntensity Thanks for your inspiration!

Saturday, June 12, 2010

Story morsel

©2010 by DiDi Hendley
Been working on the story every chance I get. Got a hint of a title...thought I'd share this little morsel before chores take me away...It's story-related.

Looking back, her life's been a whirlwind –
spinning uncontrollably yet with discipline.
Fate takes us in directions that we cannot know-
and if we knew, would we then go?
In search of a dream, he became her world.
Through the days, the journey and the love unfurled.
But when the journey draws to its end
Will the lessons and the love they shared transcend?

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Bottom BBDD Photo Bar

In honor of my most recent comment (!),  I thought I would share more of my artwork images in the BBDD photobar at the bottom of the page.  Click this Post Title or the image to jump back and forth.

Blaine's Bubble2
This soap bubble is the result of the same bubble overlapping (via PhotoShop). The exterior is completely PS.

Connor: The Angel who Hangs the Moon
(Themed Angel)
Connor holds the Lunar Bubble (shown in top photo bar).

Ally, The Basic Angel
(Basic Angel)
Ally's AB image here was based on her mom's specific idea. Mom appears in the upper right corner, smiling down on her "angel."

Britton, The Basic Angel
(Basic Angel)
Britton's AB image was based on her mom's specific idea. Pronounced "Bree-Ann," Britton's mom asked for an eagle image to be included, and also requested that the Bible's Isaiah 40:31 be printed on her image: "They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; they shall walk, and not faint."

Jack, Garden Angel
(Series Angel)
Jack sits on a magnolia flower, holding stamen for the bees.

Maya and Madison, The Snow Angels
(Themed Angel)
Maya and Madison peer into a snowglobe with a snowflake inside as they float on a cloud.

Jack, The Guardian Angel of the Sea
(Themed Angel)
Jack is the angel baby who guards the oceans. His staff includes the Alpha Bubble.

Blaine's Bubble
This soap bubble is the result of the same bubble overlapping (via PhotoShop). The bubble center appeared as an eye. 

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Angel Babies

Intro to my photobar...It just occurred to me that there's no explanation or introduction.  Click this Post Title or the image to jump back and forth.

The Alpha Bubble
This was my first "art" project with soap bubbles, taken 4th of July quite a while ago. The "beams" are photoshopped, but the bubble itself is unretouched photo. I really like the elements (earth, air and with a good imagination water) and the yin-yang effect.

Mikala, the Rainbow Angel
(Themed Angel)
Mikala was playing at a church picnic, running down a hill when I captured her. She was my 2nd Themed Angel Baby.

Rece, Garden Angel
(Series Angel)
Rece was my original AB, (shown in next image), and was my first Garden Angel as well. I had so many flower images in my catalog and nothing to do with them. So, by Divine Intervention...Garden Angels were born.

Rece, Inspiration Angel
(Themed Angel)
Rece, was my first AB. Born several months premature, my first images of him were so sad--he was so small with tubes everywhere. He was about 6 months old in this photo. His mom and I met at a fast-food joint to catch up. Rece's older brother held him on his hip in this shot. So quite a while later I was cleaning up a laptop hard drive and ran across his photo. Searching for respite from a difficult job, I started playing around with his image and voila!

Ally, Garden Angel 
(Series Angel)
Ally Angel is playing in a hydrangea.

Ally, The Time Angel
(Themed Angel)
Ally's photo was from a photo shoot for her AB image--her mom had specific ideas of what she wanted--which was more a Basic Angel. As soon as I saw this image of Ally, I knew she was my Time Angel...had more trouble finding the hourglass than anything. Don't let her steal your time! lol

Michael, Garden Angel
(Series Angel)
Michael is playing in an orange azalea, or mountain azalea.

The Lunar Bubble 
The Lunar Bubble ends the photobar. This is a soap bubble overlayed onto an image of a full moon. I really like how it looks like an opal.

There are more images at:

Monday, May 31, 2010

Dawn thought 05/31/2010

 "People who KNOW you see the vessel. People who CARE about you see your soul."

Dawn Thoughts.

Dawn Thoughts - Nuggets that appear after sleep, but before the break of day.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Memorial for Scott...

May 28th, 2010

We live among angels: they show us God's grace. 

They remind us that He has prepared us a better place.

But when He calls His angels home, how can we not feel grief and void. 

As we remember where Scott has gone, we all should be overjoyed!

Hold on to sweet memories of Scott: all smiles, laughter and love. 

And let go of the burden and pain that he is now free of. 

If we walk in the light of the Lord, praise His name and pray, 

We'll see Scott again: his beautiful smile will greet us someday.

Random thoughts

I believe we come upon this earth to learn. If we choose to ignore lessons, we will repeat them until we come to understand that lesson. I believe that some of the things that occur to me to write are those lessons attempting to come forth. I can certainly look back and remember thoughts and feelings surrounding the time of the words written.

I believe that people come into our lives to either teach us or to learn from us, or possibly both. I will be going to see someone who taught many of us lessons about life just by living his with grace, honor and dignity: one who lost his life at much too young a time due to brain cancer. This man always wore a smile as far as I know. He is someone that I wish I knew better. I believe that he was someone placed upon this earth to show those of us lucky enough to know him that it is possible to show love and kindness to everyone and that we should always wear a welcoming smile to friends and strangers because you never know when the latter will become the former.

I am humbled today for knowing His grace and being reminded that it is through His grace that such people are in my life...and for that I do thank God.

Blessings and love to the Scott Snelgrove family.

Thursday, May 20, 2010


Pulled from a notebook yesterday-it's undated-but remembering who inspired it, I'm guessing 2005-2007-ish. 

When darkness falls on twilight's day,
when sunshine streams through window pane,
when birds sing sweetly to cheer my way,
that's when I miss you and wish you'd stay. 

Saturday, May 15, 2010

It's Just a Bad Dream

3am. Woke from a nightmare. Most of my dreams appear like movies, so it "feels" like a third person account. 

You're sitting in your comfortable chair with a cool beverage in hand, ready to enjoy a movie on the TV. Suddenly the door caves in and an angry mob rushes in. The government has failed, with empty promises, greed and apathy; the desperation of its people has created an implosion of anger and retaliation. As they pour into your home, you hear crashes and yelling. The instigators then appear before you, in your comfortable chair with your beverage by your side, demanding the best of what you possess. They don't care about your health or well-being, they only know the score you will offer before they move on and attack your neighbors. It's all about who wins now. No one will come to your aid; no one will protect you. As your home is shredded and pilfered by this angry mob, you are helpless in your own defense. The numbers continue to grow against you moment-by-moment, and the anger of the pack turns in on you, until you no longer exist. The mob has won and all that you hold sacred and dear is scattered amongst the thieves and the despondent.

The politicians promised they cared: Their reasons behind the gallant battle were refuted to be all about you, your family, everyone's health and well-being. They took the oath and office with promises of better days. Then their actions proved their purpose, that Satan has taken the throne. Budgets are cut. Programs are cancelled. Jobs are lost and no one cares that the number of people falling through the cracks begins to flow from a simple cut to a hemorrhage. Masses fall with despair and anger, while their personal entitlement includes all that is theirs for the taking.

Some will battle to hold their own and perhaps they may win a fight; but the war that will rage comes from an implosion of government corruption, greed and apathy. Masses of desperate people will create a wave that will overtake the land and will shake the devout to their core.

America the beautiful will become a nation of tyranny and bloodshed as the downtrodden and forgotten raise up in desperation, leaving a wake of fear and death behind them. For it is only a matter of time before we turn on each other.

Psalm 22

 1 My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from saving me, so far from the words of my groaning? 2 O my God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer, by night, and am not silent.
 3 Yet you are enthroned as the Holy One; you are the praise of Israel.
 4 In you our fathers put their trust; they trusted and you delivered them.
 5 They cried to you and were saved; in you they trusted and were not disappointed.
 6 But I am a worm and not a man, scorned by men and despised by the people.
 7 All who see me mock me; they hurl insults, shaking their heads:
 8 "He trusts in the LORD; let the LORD rescue him. Let him deliver him, since he delights in him."
 9 Yet you brought me out of the womb; you made me trust in you even at my mother's breast.
 10 From birth I was cast upon you; from my mother's womb you have been my God.
 11 Do not be far from me, for trouble is near and there is no one to help.
 12 Many bulls surround me; strong bulls of Bashan encircle me.
 13 Roaring lions tearing their prey open their mouths wide against me.
 14 I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint. My heart has turned to wax; it has melted away within me.
 15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth; you lay me in the dust of death.
 16 Dogs have surrounded me; a band of evil men has encircled me, they have pierced my hands and my feet.
 17 I can count all my bones; people stare and gloat over me.
 18 They divide my garments among them and cast lots for my clothing.
 19 But you, O LORD, be not far off; O my Strength, come quickly to help me.
 20 Deliver my life from the sword, my precious life from the power of the dogs.
 21 Rescue me from the mouth of the lions; save me from the horns of the wild oxen.
 22 I will declare your name to my brothers; in the congregation I will praise you.
 23 You who fear the LORD, praise him! All you descendants of Jacob, honor him! Revere him, all you descendants of Israel!
 24 For he has not despised or disdained the suffering of the afflicted one; he has not hidden his face from him but has listened to his cry for help.
 25 From you comes the theme of my praise in the great assembly; before those who fear you will I fulfill my vows.
 26 The poor will eat and be satisfied; they who seek the LORD will praise him—may your hearts live forever!
 27 All the ends of the earth will remember and turn to the LORD, and all the families of the nations will bow down before him,
 28 for dominion belongs to the LORD and he rules over the nations.
 29 All the rich of the earth will feast and worship; all who go down to the dust will kneel before him—those who cannot keep themselves alive.
 30 Posterity will serve him; future generations will be told about the Lord.
 31 They will proclaim his righteousness to a people yet unborn—for he has done it.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Lucky Me

Ten minutes into my beer and you're just gettin' here.
Been a long day and now it's time to play.
Beer:thirty and I start talkin' dirty.
You're headin' me to the door, faster than before.
Beer:forty-five and I'm glad its such a short drive.
There's a gleam in your eye--how lucky am I?
It's just five til--Baby, we got time for a cold one still?
Reckon they see what we see? Lucky me.

Beer:ten and we're all alone again.
You're the best part of my day, even if I forget to say.
Beer:eleven and that music sounds like heaven.
Now just come on over and hum a little closer.
Beer:twenty-two and I'm close enough to you
to hear your heart beatin' -- now don't you think that's cheatin!
It's about beer:thirty and you're the one talkin' dirty!
With every little touch-maybe we're talkin' way too much.
Beer:forty-five, come on-let's take the dive.
Let's forget about the time, cause now you're all mine.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

The Lion (redux)

by DiDi Hendley-originally a gift from the Divine-this rewrite is inspired by a li'l bird. The original is available at the beginning of this blog. My, how the years have changed perspective!

The Lion (Redux)

The sun shown brightly on the beautiful spring day. The flowers beckoned me, “join us!” Their multitude of colors swayed with the gentle breeze across the field. They seemed to say, “Walk this way...” as they exuded their spring glory with an open embrace. As I immersed myself in this ocean of color, the butterflies welcomed me into their dance of pure delight. They visited flower-to-flower to drink themselves into a dizzying frenzy. They shared their love along the way.

The field was bordered by the forest. This unknown place of mystery I dared not venture. This fear of the darkness has kept me in the light: but on this beautiful day, there seemed no boundaries. Joy brought me into the light, yet my heart sought adventure.

I approached the edge of the field. I safely studied the dark forest. An owl called my name. Without thought I stepped onto a dark path. I marveled at the canopy and the coolness: this was a different world. The mystery beckoned my senses. As I explored the textures of the leaves, a worm waved a greeting. With an eye on the worm, a nearby crow called my name. Venturing forward on the path, a bright glow in the distance summoned me. I approached slowly, deliberately. The sunbeams flowed across an opening. Within its stage, the Lion lay. His majesty was remarkable: his gaze intent. He greeted me warmly. He requested my presence. I stood at the edge of the light-beams, intent on a hasty exit. My shy responses seemed to amuse him. He introduced me to his world. He shared his realm in a way that only his magnificent presence could know. Feared or revered, one would never mistake him for less than all that he was. His confidence was assured: his charm disarmed my fear. I found surprising comfort in his warmth and presence.

As the beams took their leave, the darkness encroached. Time passed quickly: I had no measure. A crescendo of cheers from within the darkness surrounding us interrupted the spell of his charm. I knew an immediate departure would be the only safe passage back to all I knew before him. Surprised by my abrupt parting, the Lion beseeched me, "Stay." My companion appeared amused. Acknowledging the darkness, he laughed at my concern.

He purred, “I must tell you, I have a magic stone in my throat. You must pluck it for yourself. It will assure you happiness forever and ever.” His disarming words caused my pause: I considered his majesty, his charm, his offer. In a flash, the urge for home won over his mesmerizing gaze. I could only offer him a faint, “No, thank you.” I swiftly turned down the path, never looking back.

Sitting on the porch, the heat of the summer seemed to melt my skin. No kind breeze would pass my way. The temptation of the canopy and the memory of the coolness, both brought me back to the wood. Crossing the field, the temptation urged me forward: caution begged me, “Stay.” The safety of the known lost to the wonder of my memory.

Exploring this new world, my curiosity could not be contained. At times, my feet flew down the path seeking the next new feeling, the next joy and the next experience. I met fascinating creatures along the way: deer, squirrels, birds. While they were oblivious to my journey, awe and admiration, their existence captivated my soul.

Time was fictional. My wandering grew further than my awareness. The sounds of water tripping over stones called my name. I followed her song, seeking her beauty. A curve in the path exposed a moment of her secrets. I paused, in bemusement and awe. There stretched upon her banks was the Lion. He seemed delighted by her gifts. Completely unaware of me, he seemed pleasured by her trickles and treasured her chill.

The snap of a twig under my foot revealed my secret. His gaze drew quickly to me. Swiftly by my side, he saluted my spirit. He escorted me from her song, from her existence. I sensed I was a secret he didn't care to share. As we walked along the path, he inquired about my world. While his interest seemed genuine, my witness conceived questions I dare not implore. Drawing me out, we laughed, danced, and walked along the path. He shared his secrets and sought mine. He seemed captivated by my presence. He impressed upon me that his world was better because I shared mine.

He placed a beautiful flower in my hair. He marveled an analogy. He placed me on his pedestal. He rained magnificence upon me. In the pinnacle of a moment, he spoke softly, “I have a magic stone in my throat. If you pluck it, you will have happiness forever and ever.” With the exhilaration of the view, I gazed upon his face. Softened by admiration, I considered his offer. In that moment, thunder in the distance drew my heed. It brought awareness to my circumstance: the enchantment, now broken. Falling from the pinnacle, stumbling down the path, I dashed, seeking distance. Returning to the safety of all I knew, I denied his unanswered proposal.

The joy of fall resembled spring. The colors of the trees painted with brilliant, rich hues. From the porch I watched as green turned to burgundy, gold and bronze. The breezes delighted me with their songs. Tickling the leaves, the wind coaxed them to drift, giggling as they found the ground.

Again the forest beckoned from afar. Its whispers I could not deny. As the pathway led me from the field, there seemed a different climate. The coolness caressed my face as the leaves sharply shared the pace of my step: the crunch and crackle was delightful. I danced and twirled down the path. Birds welcomed my presence. The painted leaves floated to the ground all around. A new pathway led me past stones larger than life. Their cool, hard exterior waiting to be explored by my hands. Cracks and crevasses made me question their history. If only they could whisper their truths.

The pathway led to an opening in the stones. I peered inside to find obscurity. The darkness filled my eyes. Some small light streamed from above, displaying a place of comfort, security and welcome. I cautiously moved forward. I discovered treasures and delights of the senses. As I was entertained by the bounty around me, the Lion appeared in the doorway. This was a place of his leisure. He welcomed me with a smile. His majesty still prevailed. His captivating presence disarmed any caution. He was happy to see me and shared his thoughts, his warmth. I grew comfortable with his presence. I was pleased with his company. We shared laughter, talking of days gone by and moments to come. We shared love in that moment, so sweet. The world seemed far away, never to interfere or threaten. As the day faded away, the Lion purred across my shoulder and whispered in my ear, “I have a magic stone in my throat. If you remove it, you will have happiness forever and ever.” I smiled at the repetition in his offer. The daylight began to fade: his face was distant and dark. The challenge of the woodsy navigation distracted my thoughts for the moment. I rose to leave. Smiling, I stroked his mane. I left without a word.

The darkness of winter had swept the field. The sites and scents were but a memory. The cold drove me indoors. Memories were my comfort as the fire crackled in the hearth. I stared at the dancing flames. I remembered moments of adventure, wonderment and passion. The blustery snowstorm surrounded my safe home. It howled at my insolence to its desire. A sharp knock on the door brought me to my feet. I crossed the floor: I opened the door. Lion was covered in snow. His eyes begged for escape. I invited him in: he sat by my fire. His face seemed worn in the light of the flames. I joined his side. He faced me with intent. “I have a magic stone in my throat. You are The Chosen One. You must remove it. In return, you will have happiness forever and ever.”

To be called “The Chosen One.” Tears filled my eyes. I nodded, assenting. Turning his face to the fire, the Lion opened his mouth. I peered inside. Unsure, unsteady, I saw only darkness. I leaned forward, tilting and stretching. I sought confirmation and clarity. From deep within, I saw a glow. Surprised with delight, I moved forward for a closer look. There, deep within the Lion, was a brilliant glow. Facets of light shone brightly as I stayed. Again his majesty mesmerized me. I reached deep within, seeking to grasp the happiness so promised me. With a sharp gasp, the Lion drew in a breath. He sucked out my heart. I fell back in stunned silence. The Lion turned and walked away, taking my heart and my happiness with him.

The darkness within held me captive for years. The world outside knew not my name. An empty shell, I stayed within the confines of all that seemed secure to me. Never let in anyone: Never share joy.

Then one day, the song of a little bird filled my room. The gentle tapping on the window drew me to his melody. I sat beside the sill, admiring his brilliant feathers, glowing in the sunshine. Continuing his song, he beckoned me out. Dancing and fluttering, he called my name. Without hesitation, my hand reached for the door. The warmth of the sun filled my room. The breeze welcomed me home. As I crossed the threshold, the darkness melted with the joy that surrounded me. I stepped onto the portico that had been my sanctuary so often before. I felt safe in my return. The bird circled my head, singing his song. He flew swiftly into the sunshine. “Come outside—I'm waiting in the light!” he implored me. I followed his voice: down the stairs, into the light. Once again, the colors of the rainbow fell on the field. The flowers danced with the breeze.

I allowed the light to again fill my soul. It occurred to me that the joy within should not be contained; happiness cannot be stolen, without permission; and living a life of laughter is the greatest gift to one’s self.

The Wind

By DiDi Hendley - 2008

The wind caresses my silhouette
like a lover's breath
beckoning me home...
oh, sweet wind
...tell me once again.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Soul of the Storm

by DiDi Hendley - circa 2003-2004

Lightning flashes and thunder rolls
as heartbeats rise and fall.

In the soul of the storm, the words swirl by
to awaken the senses and sharpen the mind
as what once no more,
and what shall come to beckoning from beyond the door.

I sit and watch from high above the clouds
as the darkness creeps in from the outskirts of town.
It sneaks across the streets and buildings
to lay its wet sheets down,
to summon stillness and silence.

But to some
awakenings occur
that stir and agitate
the vital fluid coursing through their veins
as if to say
now is when i strive to know
the existence of life
and live the
wicked thoughts of the untamed.


by DiDi Hendley - circa 1990-94

you are an inspiration
you make me think of things
that have not mattered

once i felt deeply

once i gave all
without asking for returns

i went to a place i had never been before

although there was need
there was no expectation

what was given
was done so

and then one day i was alone

left alone in this place i was taken

although this place was dark
i did not go back
to the place i began

although it was cold
i chose to stay

never wanting
or needing
to find my way back

although it was lonely
there was shelter
and it was not unkind
it was familiar

there was not happiness
there was not feeling

sometimes i would hear voices growing closer
feel the heat of the light that came with them

i turned away

there was so bright a light
i could not escape it

i cannot run from it
though i cannot look to it
sometimes it fades
but it never goes away

sometimes it is so bright

that i feel my body burn
and i want to cry

this light has a key

this key will unlock the door
but to unlock the door is to feel

behind the door is freedom

freedom from expectation

and with expectation
will there be happiness

and if the expectation is too great
will there be sadness

i struggle with expectation
but the place i have been has taught me
and from it i learned need

where will the light take me

and will the light leave me there


and if the light cannot fulfill my need
where will i be

can i ever go back
to the place i began

i think not

for i cannot pay the price
for hope destroyed

for hunger
not of food
but of joy
and inspiration

The Last Song

by DiDi Hendley  - circa 1990-94

You say you so love me,
to honor me true
you build me a castle,
so I will love YOU.

Atop a pinnacle,
above the ocean, so blue,
the castle so spacious,
filled with everything but YOU.

The empty halls reflect the sounds of words,
spoken sweetly, and on cue,
offering remembrances of embraces,
mere deceptions, in the memories of YOU.

Deceptions, so unmerciful,
so unfortunate,
but not untrue.
Blown away are the smiles, like the sand in the wind,
reflections of the castle built by YOU.

I am returned to my splintered mind,
where removed from view.
As punctuation so ends each line,
so it ends with YOU.

Life is a Box

by DiDi Hendley 4-24-2010

Life is a box, full of treasures and truths
valued only to yourself by all you can prove.

If your box is full, happy you should be.
If your box is empty, your soul should you seek.

For the gifts of God are there for us all.
If your heart is not open, in your box they'll never fall.

The Lion

by Divine Intervention with the assistance of DiDi Hendley (1987, I think)

I went for a walk in the woods. I met a Lion. He stood tall and walked proud: His aura was majestic. We talked of dreams and hopes. The Lion said to me, "I have a magic stone in my throat. If you reach inside and remove it, you will have happiness forever and ever." I thought of his offer, and said, "No, thank you." 

After some time, I again walked in the woods. I met the Lion, still ever so captivating. We talked of things beloved to ourselves. We shared thoughts, desires and needs. We spoke of Love. Then the Lion said to me, "I have a magic stone in my throat. If you would reach inside and remove it, you will have happiness forever and ever." I considered his intentions and said, "No, thank you." 

Much time passed, and I did not see the Lion. Then, one day, there was a knock on my door. The Lion said to me, "You are the Chosen One. you must remove the magic stone from my throat, then you will have happiness forever and ever." Such an honor to be called the Chosen One. He sought me out; thus, I knew I must remove the magic stone. 

I reached inside the darkness. I looked deeper and deeper and saw a glow. The stone exuded a bright white light. It was mesmerizing. I needed to touch it but was afraid of its power. Just as I reached in to grasp it, the Lion drew a breath and sucked out my heart. I withdrew in stunned silence. Before I could speak, the Lion went away, taking with him my heart and my happiness, forever and ever. 

Epiphanies by the Score

In February 2010, I splurged and bought myself a CD (download, actually). This may seem small to most, but it's been a long time since I've bought music. With only a part-time job and a side business that seems to be costing me more than it makes, there's just no budget for luxuries like music. I listened to this music almost every night, and usually every morning. Often during the day as well--I was hooked on this "Li'l Bird." The most significant thing about this splurge, was that it brought to me epiphanies...and dreams.

One such epiphany is that growing up, our home was filled with music. My older sister always had the radio on. My folks sang in the church choir, sang duets, trios and quartets with other church members. Growing up, I was in chorus for four years. I have a rather old, but reasonably extensive music collection. I know that music has been a part of my life. In my teen years, Dad sang with a gospel group and later brother joined in on the bass guitar, even the Jew's harp and mandolin.  Later in life, I found a certain romance with the karaoke thing. Bought a CDG player and have a large collection of the CDGs.

I remembered buying my last car--I didn't haggle with the dealer. I simply said-either there's a CD player installed in the trunk, or there's no deal. Easiest deal the guy probably made (of course after he tried to haggle...). I drove off with the cd player in the trunk without paying anything extra for it. That was probably eight years ago now...maybe nine. Time sure flies. About 2-1/2 years ago, the player stopped working. I spent a total sum of maybe 30 minutes trying to figure out why. The same CDs lived in the magazine for all that time too. I've pulled out the CDGs so few times I could probably count them on one hand. There was just no music in me...

In Excuses Begone, Wayne Dyer said, "Don't die with your music in you." Sure-on the surface I know what this means. But really...deep down...I didn't get it. What's "my music?"

So for about six weeks, I had a lot of restless nights, endless memories revisiting my mind, and at times, grueling thoughts that left me more frustrated to resolve the puzzle than when all this started.

Clearly this music brought about metamorphosis.

During these weeks...answers began to appear. The CD player in the battery was replaced years ago. With it went the channel that transmitted the music. I now have DIFFERENT CDs in that magazine and they've even been changed a few times in the past 6 weeks. I replaced the sad worn-out MP3 player that only worked with a computer because the sound button didn't work with a new one. It's loaded with ALL my favorite songs from almost all my CD collection. I listen to it every day and feel OH so INSPIRED.

Now I'm a woman of faith. I believe that long ago God said "write" and I haven't listened. I've listened...I've just procrastinated. There's always something that has to be done--something that is "more important." Suddenly nothing else seems more important. There's no more time, but I'm starting to rethink priorities. This Blog, for instance, is my commitment to stop procrastinating. I can't promise that I'll do this every day. I can't promise that I'll post every story much less in its entirety.

This is my promise to write. 
I thought that starting with some old "stuff" might be good. I hope it shows how much my mind has opened over the past couple decades. I won't say that number EXACTLY...just lotsa time. lol

THE LION has resurfaced during the epiphany phase and has been "rewritten." It's so much better, so much more. It was inspired by a man originally. At the time, I didn't know that. It wasn't an intentional writing. I was drying my hair getting ready for work and all of a sudden these thoughts rushed into my head. Call it muse, or divine intervention...I didn't actually sit down and compose this thing. It was literally dumped into my brain. As one who isn't now nor has ever been a morning goal that morning was just to not be late. So while drying my hair frantically and with purpose...this story falls into my head and I say "not now...I don't have the time..." HA yeah right. It didn't stop...kept on coming. I finally HAD to stop, find pen and paper and write...just to make it stop. Took all of two minutes. Seriously...2 minutes.

I'm anxious and hope to get comments on the before and after. The before goes up quickly. I haven't "written" much after "stuff" and unfortunately I need to put in some hours that pay the bills, so I will have to procrastinate that just a wee bit... Hopefully it will be up before anybody even discovers this blog. If not, please come back ... and COMMENT. :) thanks for sharing.