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A Poem — Strange Clouds – Where are my Sharp Blue Skies?

(Intro to Poem) A few months ago, a Poem came to me, while reading the excellent “Water for Elephants” book, by Sarah Gruen, (without giving the story away), at a certain point, in the story,   Pg 111, the (now old) character says:

…I roll onto my side and stare…at the ‘blue sky beyond… “The sky, the sky, the sky—same as it always was.

I too, remember blue skies, so bright, they hurt the eye—now, but a long-forgotten memory. My answer to his Revelry about the “sameness” of the “blue sky” is stated in the Poem below 

💎STRANGE CLOUDS💎,
by Clarisse Dodge cc 2017 Creative Commons,
See Notes on Bottom, for Additional Info, see note below;

Admiringly-Dedicated to Mr. Dane Wigington, Founder and Tireless Clarion, on these “Strange Clouds” issue of: “Geoengineering Watch Global.”

I don’t know where you’re coming from,
Telling me the skies are always “blue;”


All I can see, in the skies are
cloudy days, when clouds even appear ‘brown’;

When the “blue” does come up,
The sky appears “Faded;
Yet, I’m Old enough to Remember…

Sharp, Clear, Crisp, BLUE Skies,
So Sharp Blue,
it hurt mine own Eyes…,
Those skies, those skies, those skies…

Tho’ Some have Awoken, to the Truth of the Matter,
A Great number o’ Others, still Choose…,
…to continue their Slumber;
Afraid, perhaps, to Face the Unthinkable,
they cannot yet Abide.

These sleepy Ones, bury their heads, in the sand!

WHAT, EXACTLY, I ASK MYSELF,
will it take, to Gently—oh, so gently,
Help’m to Remember, they’re but Slumbering,
and it’s past the Waking-up and Act Time?

For, You See, Neither them,
nor the Maleficent, amongst us…,
Comprehend All These,
last, but a Moment!

When the Sun Shines through, once again;
And the Unusual, Strange Clouds are No More;
What a Marvelous Sky, Indeed,


We’ll have, to Witness…,

AS IT BRIGHTENS, TRUE, CLEAN, and CRISP,
or, WITH TRUE, LIFE-GIVING, LIVING CLOUDS;

A Sky SO DEEP, and BLUE,
as if a liquefied Blue Topaz Gem was Spread
from East to West, from North to South…,
and Everywhere in between.

(Mr. Jankowsky), I Know, from mine Own Eyes,
how Priviledged You’ve been,
never to’ve seen—with a horrified Mind,
that “sameness” of the skies;

be flogged by sordid planes,
playing “Tic-Tac-Toe,”
crisscrossing each other’s Long White Trails,
even making shapes, that could pass,
(I kid you not):
Like your Sacred “Star of David,”


or creating spiralled clouds,
such as I’d never seen my entire life.
I would, That I could Return
to my Youth’s Crisp, Blue Skies,
for I’m Loathe of looking up,
and seeing instead an “opaqued” Sun,
and “Pale Blue” sky…).
~~~~

(NOTE: except for Intro), Permission is Granted for Copying, Duplication, and Divulgation, provided it includes Attribution, esp, to Ms Gruen’s Book’s Character which Inspired it: “Water for Elephants.” And The Dedication to Former Weathercaster, Mr. Dane Wigington, a True Hero, in his Own Right.

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Gorgeous, Calm Sea. Photo by Adam Dodge, cc ça. 2009 Seattle, WA, USA

Wrist Surgery Done-Recovery Begins

My Baldwin Studio Upright, Companion of 25+ Yrs. Bought Spring 1991
Gonna Miss playing You, Buddy! Photo, cc 2015, by Clarisse℠ , York, PA, USA

Hi Everyonne… (Pardon the misspellings; they’re so frequent now, it’d be impoîssie to try & corrrct them all–i.e.: Time-conuhvsuming/also, due to pain med side-effectsc …)

Surgery went eell lasted longer than predicted, wrist VERHY Painnvful2 of 5 fingers feel as iff they’re Broken. The slighest touch & they go into a 😩😩😩🤕😷😷…

Must go now!!!

Namasté cg n :-/

 post-Surgery arm. 

ma89/aka: Gaea’s Modwife 

Hopes for a Loving Fall/Winter – Following Horrendous Summer

Where has Summer Gone? (It Didn’t Exist for me, at all–I Faced so many Challenges…)

Now, Tired, Weary, Somewhat Cynnical, Still facing Huge Challenges,

Though still Flumoxed on How I’ll Overcome them, I Know I WILL;


Unsure where I found this Photo below, but am always Moved and Encouraged by the Story it represents

It’s based on an Allegory, I’ll Paraphrase here:

Someone, who’d gone through excessive Travails, was shocked to see only one set of footsteps in the sand. Upon questioning Jesus about it, asking Him “Why hast thou abandoned me, at the worst of my times?” Jesus lovingly replied “It was at those times that I was carrying you…”

Footsteps in the Sand ❤

Unsure where I found this, but I've always found its meaning Moving and Encouraging


I Wrote the Following this Morning, during Breakfast, and Hope it is of Benefit to Others, as Well as to my Self.

  • May I have the Presence of Mind: Not to be Tricked, by People, Companies, Anything;
  • May I have the Astuteness: To always Ensure All Questions are answered, Before making a Decision;
  • May I Remain Connected to my Higher Self, my Intuition: and Always Listen to MySelf;
  • May My Heart Remain Calm: When faced with Setbacks;
  • May my ego move out of the way: When dealing with Outsourced Customer/Tech Services;
  • May I REMEMBER: EVERYONE, EVERYWHERE are MY BROTHERS & SISTERS IN SPIRIT;
  • TREAT THEM WITH LOVE… ❤

That’s it, for today.

Namastè, ma89🙂

Watch “Angellis Traballium by Clarisse℠ ©(P)1995; ©(V.P)…” on YouTube

Angellis Traballium by Clarisse ©(P)1995; ©(V.P) 2015

Well, All efforts to get this video published any other way have failed. I’m giving it another try–wish I could afford to go Premium, I’d publish an entire Album of my Piano Music.

OTOH, soon, I’ll be moving closer to my Spiritual Family–and there’s this Gorgeous, (and Gorgeous-sounding), 100-yr-old, very well-kept Cunningham Concert Grand Upright waiting for me, as soon as I move.

Problem is: Life keeps getting in the way of my moving–the latest, being finding out that only is there Nerve Damage, between my feet and spine; I’ve “mysteriously” developed “Scoliosis,” never before detected, and worst yet, learning that my “Falling” and “Walking as if I’m drunk” is partially ‘cuz “…apparently one of my legs is longer than the other…”

Why did it take 60 years, a 5-yr stint in a wheelchair (actually, 3 chairs), a failed marriage, when my Rock-Singing husband again felt Music’s Irresistible Siren call (look up Warren Jeffrey Motter), and, as a Musician myself, I understood it, and though initially I missed him, of course; eventually, I got over it, and am Happy for him following his Muse.

Why did it take at least two (2) Decades’-worth of searching for the answer, from Doctor, to Doctor, to Doctor, from Houston, from York, to Hershey, to Johns Hopkins, back to York…, (I’ll finish this later, or I’ll be late for Church tomorrow…)

Meanwhile, Shut-off your “Golden Ears” and enjoy the Music, overlooking the fact my Baldwin piano is now untuneable. The Song and ITS Message are What Matters.

Namastè,

(Note, my Posts, by nature, will reflect what is foremost in my mind, be it Health, Mental, Spiritual, Activist, etc. This blog is not meant to be in a Popularity Contest–and I know many of you feel the same way about your Blogs 😉
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(Entry from previous, failed post, introing same song:

Hi Everyone, Since I’m having soo much trouble Uploading this Video directly onto Gaea’s Midwife’s (Sister site to this one)–and since on my very first aattempt at Linking it with this Site…, I can “get” a hint: It appears the Universe wishes for this Musical Interlude be here, in my ma89 site, rather than the gaea’s midwife site.

So, here it is! Short and sweet; my 1995 Original Piece, “Angellis Traballium” (perhaps, sometime, soon, I’ll tell the Story of how it came into Existence, because I KNOW it’s a Story worth telling). Angellis Traballium by Clarisse

Namastè Everyone, and Enjoy! (WARNING: “Golden Eareds” are advised to skip it, lest your hearing goes out of tune 😉 (see notes on the youtube site). 😉

On The Nature of “Things”🗿

While “Surfing” through other Blogs I follow, I came across an old Post about a Scarf, by blogger John Tuite, I hadn’t yet read. Finally, taking the time to read it, his 6-month-old Post, Rekindled in me the Understanding of the Importance of most of all: Gratitude, while also Acknowledging the certain Degree of Consciousness, and “Willingness to be of Service to us”, which “Objects” Do have. “Buddy,” my Piano and I, for example, have a very Loving and Warm Relationship with each other. Though ravaged several years ago, by felt-loving “Silverfish”–and no longer able to stay Tuned–He and I Commune, as One, when I Play “Him.” Continue reading On The Nature of “Things”🗿

Welcoming “Albie” Home: 😀 My “Family’s” Newest Member

Note: After Re-Reading this Entry, I’ve realized what I’d just done was (sort of) Write a Review. So, those of you, not inclined to read such, I recommend You pass this one up😉 manicartist.
Continue reading Welcoming “Albie” Home: 😀 My “Family’s” Newest Member