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Painting by Judy Jones
"Woman in Hat"
Today while writing a friends obituary, I realized how much I detest the superficialities of life.
A robot can type in dates, places and times, but I cannot. It is the dark nights of the soul in which our true character is shaped. It is what we try and hide that is the real us.
Can I possibly just write my friend, Candace Kilchenman was born and died on, and survived by, etc? No. I choose instead to remember and speak of my friend as a woman who in spite and because of seeing her own mother murdered before her eyes by a stalkers bullets that were meant for her, became our advocate, our tireless worker, a woman whose inner strength radiated across miles.
Were it not for my friends deepest sorrows, I would never have had the pleasure of knowing her. They made her a fearless and compassionate worker for all peoples rights, and gave her an inner glow which can only come from experiencing, and going beyond the darkest nights of the soul.
Towards the end of her life, instead of living her final years in a serene environment as many elders do, Candy was the most tested, experiencing her hardest times on earth. She knew hunger, fear, loneliness, and the heartbreak of seeing her country and the world in a war she tired her whole life to prevent. Instead of breaking her, she became a soul on fire, on fire with divine love.
Let others pretend 'all is fine' and choose not to see the dark secrets we hide trying to be, 'pretty, perfect and happy' in the worlds eyes. Me, I want to know the real you, the real me. I want to know all events that formed our souls over the years of our lives. Were I only to look at societies so called 'perfect' things on this earth, I would die without having lived.
Thank you my dearest friend for sharing with me the flame you came to earth to pass on, the flame of eternal life. Your truth becomes my strength, your passion, my guiding light.
May your spirit continue to enrich us with the seeds you planted.
I love you!
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by Dr. Elizabeth Kubler Ross
I have a dream that tomorrow when we see a person eating out of a trash can, we will stop and offer them a meal, and when we see them lying on streets, we will scoop them in our arms, carrying them to shelter.
I have this dream that when a person asks for money, we will not only give it to them, but will also offer a hug and take them into our homes for a meal.
I dream of the tomorrow when we will see an elderly person sitting alone in a nursing home, we will say, "I have an extra room, and plenty of food, I'll take this person in and nurse them to their transition time. After all these elders are my mother and father, they gave me life."
I have this dream that when we see a homeless child, we will immediately stop and ask God to aid us in assisting our child to safety and loving arms.
I have a dream when we see someone physically or mentally challenged, in need of any kind, we will help them with no thought of gain.
I have a dream that the broadcast and entertainment industries will offer as role models those with open hearts and arms to all they meet instead of ones using force and violence. They will be brave and loving souls, giving and sharing joyfully to those in need knowing we must, or we shall parish.
And I know my dreams will come to pass because I am a child that believes God is one thing, unconditional love.
What do you believe? Who knows, maybe our dreams are the same!
Judy Jones
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painting I did of Laura
"Angel of Music"
I called my friend Laura to see if she would like to be an extra in a movie. Since I had accepted the part and had another important engagement come up, I wanted to fill my spot for the director.
Laura said yes and thanked me for putting her onto the gig and told me they would be shooting in a strip club. She was a little upset because they told her she has to wear certain colors, etc. and she said she hates for anyone to tell her how to dress. But she added, because it's a movie and she had never been an extra before, she would do it.
Last night, Laura called to say she is taking acting lessons because of the extra part she had. She loved it and wants to get more roles. She said it was hard to dress in the clothes the director gave her during her scene in the strip club, but the rest of it really turned her on.
Since she is a 'hardhat' iron-worker by day, and a singer/composer at night, she is used to diversity. Laura wandered if she might be able to use her music in upcoming roles.
David another friend and I are making a CD. He is putting his original songs on it and I am putting some of my poems as my part, no music. He said not to worry, that we would finish our project even though it is taking a long time. David lives in Florida and I live in San Francisco and we have never met in person, only online.
Tomorrow I am going to a music studio to record my part. This will be my third try. The first one didn't work because you can hear me moving papers in the background, and the second recording session was a 'no-go' because there was little expression in my voice. Since this is my first experience ever recording, I guess it takes time to get everything just right. Realized how important having a good director is.
Last week we had a mix up with the money for the music studio. David said he didn't understand what happened, and was sorry, but the check arrived and all is fine now. So tomorrow is my third time to record. Bruce, his music producer, told me to practice lots before the session and it would be fine. After I finish recording my part, I send the CD to David in Florida to put his music on. Confusing to a novice.
I am looking for a 'regular job' even though my passion is painting/sculpting/music and writing. Well, I could be a 'female Van Gogh' and just paint until I drop dead. Forget bills, where and how I live, and paint. Onetime a friend asked me what kept me from going 100%. Maybe I like to eat and have a place to live, things like that I told him. But on the other hand, if I go 100% it might turn out I would have plenty of food, a nice place to sleep and not be like Van Gogh, living in the worst conditions. His self portraits don't appear happy.
Last weekend, I volunteered as an usher to get in free to see the entertainer, 'CHARO!' I was assigned to the box seats and got to sit right on the stage, very close to Charo during the performance. Incredible entertainer. She brought the house down and everyone got up and danced in the aisles. Charo played her guitar and I cried. It was beautiful. Her passion is 'unearthly'. She gave so much love to everyone in the audience, singing, dancing and telling jokes, we all left smiling, having tasted a bit of heaven on earth.
Charo told the audience to 'live long and healthy', 'make a lot of cucha chucha coo with our lovers' and to have a good accountant. She also said to remember, "Uncle Sam is not your uncle'.
After seeing Charo, I decided I wanted to be a performer just like her. Wear glitzy costumes, make love to the audience and then I realized. I am not a singer or dancer. That depressed me and I thought maybe I can take singing lessons, learn an instrument and dress up in glamorous costumes and just try it. So what if the audience laughed and booed me off stage, I'm tough and can take it. I always think I can do anything for some odd reason. Somewhere I missed people telling me 'No you can't' or maybe the word no means yes to me.
Another friend of mine, Kathy a composer/singer, who has throat cancer, sent me more copies of her CD. She has only made one and may never get to make another. But she says she is very happy with her life and is really excited I love her songs. I do. She volunteered at the Peace Pilgrim center for years and is a magical person. I would like to share her music with everyone on earth. She said she is singing again but her voice gives out quickly yet she keeps on singing since it lifts her spirits.
Why do I always want to share share share everything with everyone on earth. Haven't a clue why. Maybe I didn't have enough brothers and sisters so I decided that every person on earth was my family and of course we want to share with our families, right?
Adrielle, an artist friend who wears fairy wings has a brain tumor. But she says not to worry. She just made herself bigger wings to wear around town and went dancing the other night.
I told Adrielle I would like to go to Sausalito and paint with her in front of a beautiful fountain she used to play around as a child, since she was born in Marin. She sounded hesitant but then said, 'OK'.
She is taking driving lessons but her vision is being affected by the tumor. Adrielle said she thinks her eyes are getting better because the other day when she woke up, the light on her bedroom ceiling looked like one light instead of four as it had been. Her father, a lawyer is in Afghanistan helping them write a new constitution and doesn't get to see her much but they talk on the phone.
We had an artshow together in Ojai, California. Adrielle got more attention because of her fairy wings. I was jealous and am pretty sure she knew it.
But we have been friends on and off ever since. She always encourages me to get money for my paintings and I need that. Her mother was a painter and her art is now housed in the Ventura Art Museum. Adrielle told me she was stifled as a child by her mother in her art and thinks that's why she is sick.
I like her and am grateful we are still friends after five years. Maybe we will have an artshow together in San Francisco. I'll go jogging first and will be very calm with a 'who cares attitude' and won't mind if Adrielle gets more attention.
These are the thoughts I have today.
Love and Light!
Judy Jones
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and remember;without the windstorms you would never know the beauty of the canyons carvings
by Dr. Elizabeth Kubler Ross
painting by Judy Jones of
Mother Teresa of Calcutta India
My landlord is getting over helping his 21st friend die of aids disease. He was in his early forties. He put his photograph on his apartment door and asked the tenants to give him a few days off to mourn.
I thought; "Baby, you can have all the time you need. Having 21 friends die before your eyes, mostly under the age of 40 from Aids, you can take the rest of your life off it you want!"
As we all walked by his apartment to catch the elevator on my floor, glancing at the beautiful photo of his dear lifelong friend, each one of our hearts reopened to remembering the preciousness of every single second we have on earth..its only now, this minute I have to say I LOVE YOU! and to hug you with my whole heart!
I wander what keeps us from expressing love? My apartment manager expresses love more fully after watching his 21 dear friends die in his arms.
When I have volunteer with people with no homes dying of aids, I can say with ever fiber in my being, I could of died after each of them I grew to deeply love, knowing fully why I came to earth. Not for money, houses, cars, no, I only came to earth to get, give and become pure flowing love. And the precious souls I have been graced in knowing are the only possible way this is happening.
joyangel
Painting by Judy Jones of
Paramahansa Yogananda
Yesterday, I took trains, buses and subways to get to a much needed job. I had the schedule of each mode of transportation clearly mapped out, or so I thought!
Boarding the last bus to my designation at the train station, I asked the driver why it was labeled something different than what had been given me by the bus company over the phone.
Startled he said, "Oh no, you are on the wrong bus. The one you needed just left."
"When is the next one?" I asked.
"Not for an hour" was his reply.
I showed him the address of the place I needed to get too and he said; "That is at least three miles from here." "You will have to take a cab."
"I can't afford a cab. Just let me off your bus and I will walk." I answered.
"Walk? Never, its much too far, you won't get to your job on time." he said. His kind face couldn't hide one expression, and empathy poured forth from it to me.
"I have to make it, therefore I will" I told him in an authoritarian voice that shocked even me!
He gave me walking directions and off I ran. No sooner how I turned a corner, I realized I was lost and had to ask for directions. It was hot, so I took off my hat. Sweat poured down my face.
"Can you tell me where Ford Street is?" I asked the man at the service station putting gas in his car. He gave me directions and I whirled around to start once more on my journey.
"Hey, wanna ride?" he shouted to me.
"Wow! That would be great" I explained, climbing in his van.
"I thought you were driving and when I saw you walking I wanted to offer a ride. I'm on my way to work but going a few minutes out of my way won't hurt me a bit." "It's much too hot for anyone to be walking." the kindly gentleman explained.
As we drove down the street, he told me briefly about the separation from his wife and how much it hurt him because they were suppose to take their little girl to Disneyland and didn't, all because they were angry with each other.
Pulling up in front of the building I needed to be at, looking at my watch, I realized I had not only gotten to the job, but was actually twenty minutes early.
"You were wonderful, giving me a ride" I told the stranger. "Next time, I will be there for you."
"Well I wasn't about to see you walking alone on a highway. Here take this soda I just bought, it will help you work better." he said, smiling.
Our eyes met and I looked at the soda in my hand. Not only had he made himself late for his carpenter job helping me, he had given me his unopened soda he had bought for himself. Love poured from his soul to mine and getting out of the car I knew. He was an angel who escorted me to where I needed to be at the exact right moment in time.
The mysterious ways we weave in and out of one another's lives, such as this stranger today, guided by an unseen hand reminded me there is not one need of ours that goes unnoticed. And though they may not be met in our way, in our time, they are met at precisely the perfect time.
I am so grateful for that stranger with no name. And I will be there for him when he is in need sometime during this miraculous journey called, our lives!
Judy
