Christmas is Over

This is my transitional week. I need to make one of two things happen. I have made some very bad decisions this lifetime. I pray I make the right one this time. My daughter's future is depending on this decision. Either way her and I will be together again.

I'm On Air

Implications everywhere
with me on the floor.

Breathe me in 'cause I'm on air
and dripping down your door.

Inspiration melts in me
blends into my core.

With powers from the blessed be
bleeding into more.


Melinda Marinko

"You have those cat eyes like my Mother!"

I will never forget Grandma telling me that. It was February 2003. I was blessed to have been able to spend her 84th birthday with her that year. We all got her favorite balloons and flowers. All of her children sent something. Even Uncle Mike had stopped by. (None of us were expecting that.) Her living room soon filled up with fragrant beautiful flowers from all over and Grandma was smiles all day. I cannot remember what gifts she received but, I clearly remember her clasping her hands together under her chin and saying "this is my best birthday ever!"
I was blessed to get to know my grandma over the past 11 years during my visits to Fort Wayne Indiana. I would spend day after day with her for anywhere from 2 to 5 weeks. I will always cherish those times.

My Grandma told me about the beautiful love affair she had with my Grandpa. They fell in love while they were still in their teens. He being 2 years older caused my Great-Great Grandparents, who were raising Grandma at the time, to forbid her from seeing him. They wrote letters to eachother until she was of age. She saved those letters all these years. I was told that my two aunts, Sue and Linda read those letters to Grandma yesterday.
Grandma died last night. She had bone cancer and was in terrible terrible pain. Grandpa died of cancer 25 years ago. They are together and with her beauty-feet they are dancing in heaven now. I know this because I remember how Grandma's eyes would light up when she would tell me how sometimes she would dream they were both young again and he came and swept her up, swung her around and they danced for what seemed like forever to her.
I am truly blessed to be offspring of such a love. A deep never-ending love.

When I left Ft. Wayne in Early March 2003 Grandma said with tears in her eyes, "I'm never going to see you again, Mindy" She hugged me so tight. We both cried.

Rest in sweet beauty peace Grandma. You deserve it.

It's a Jammie morning. Happy Friday the 9th!

Kindred Spirits

Believing that the disconnected human race here on earth are actually a part of a higher, unseen level of existence and that the souls we bring to each life aren't coming completely alone, so to speak, is the only thing keeping me from becoming a hermit. Or giving up on mankind altogether.

I've got a Little Black Book with my Poems In...

Got a bag, got a toothbrush and a comb in.

These words were true for me until November 22, 2005.
I have no idea where my black book of poems... my bag... my toothbrush nor comb among many other things I once possessed are.
These things are of no value to any other person on the face of the earth - but me. Still somebody decided that I couldn't possess these things anymore. Refused to say where they might be.

BODY? "check!" MIND?"check!" SOUL? SOUL? ~ahem..Hello?!~ SOUL?!!!

It seems that very few "bodies" posses a heart/soul at the core of their existence. What could be driving the staggering masses of people that lack moral's, scruples, compassion... or even Code*?

What I have found in so very few... far between ... is appearantly a fading element in the human condition. Unfortunately these souls with integrity and substance... are so worn down. By the dis-heartening...<<--- now I understand the bonafide definition of this.

behavior and treatment of the majority of the population around them.

Like that SUV commercial I've seen on Television recently that depicts the old models are falling into dust particles as the new Model is rolled out, could it it be that it doesn't matter any more how much "character" one has because where you've gone, how reliable you stayed on the way, the services you've renendered all while being a stellar person of high standards, morals, Code, aren't in fashion anymore? It isn't what's "new" you know? It's so passe!

*where I came from this word was used to describe a relied on tried and most certainly True, set of standards - honor really, amongst camaraderie i.e.;friends/classmates/co-workers//team-mates/clicks/.... dare I say even... thieves?)