What in the Holy Name!

I sail away a country mile,
Now I’m returnin’ showin’ off a smile

Yesterday, all our troubles seemed so far away! Me, you, them and someone else all know persons flying below the radar. People who deserve a five-star medal of Looks Like We Made It honor. Bridge dwellers, year round people in pop tents, indignant and proud town folk from small burgh that like to gossip and drink Natty Tall Boys while rolling their own cigarettes.

To name a few of the wonderful recipients that bring the human race honor:
Ernie a disabled Vet who was once Opiate dependent but can hobble along just fine on a high dose of I Drink Alone, Jack and his friends Smith and Wesson. The newly purchased hot tub via the Veteran’s Administration,  though they are unaware of the little pain relieving trinket, has done wonders for his sex life and he is now clean and free from drugs.
Then there is Verla. She is a hardcore been around the ER room and back more times than Joan River’s lifted her face, emergency room employee. Verla has worked the triage unit at a local hospital as, secretary, midwife, laborer of many undesired fruitcake and witness to resurrections. She is an angel in scrubs working a long Nascar weekend cashing in a scratch ticket and hoping someday her one dollar winnings will turn to gold.
My favorite heroine/hero? I am a sucker from brunettes with an attitude, grit and two children in tow. Unfortunately, Nel is married to Tom. Tom has PTSD from having given far too much of himself to his country and received far too little in return.
What gets Net’s panties in a wad?

There should be no drug testing for Food Stamp recipients,  because either way, in the long run, food wise or withdrawal wise, only the children will suffer. Nel believes in education being the only sword or weapon left in America‘s arsenal of over educated cyber spaced out crypt of Young Adult Fools.  Nel received WIC in Colorado while her husband was stationed in Iraq.  Nel is not a woman to be messed with.
Everyday we are fortunate. If we look deep. Listen twice as long as we talk. Every second on the second someone is putting us to shame with bravery unseen.
Last night, a letter arrived. I am not religious. I gave that tomfoolery up for lent. However, it stated the owner of the letter should do the following:
Dear Someone Connected to this address:
God’s holy blessing power is in the enclosed anointed prayer rug of faith…we are loaning it to you to use! Because of the needs you are facing use the prayer rug first and pass it on.
The letter goes on to tell me to get on my knees. I am a lesbian…I get on my knees for no man. However, it did say, if not able to do that sit on the papered prayer rug and think Good and Happy thoughts.
The rest is pretty boring stuff. I’ve never been good with direction. Yet, I got the point. A point which I tend to lose sight of from time to time.
Pay it forward and it isn’t always about me.
I don’t have much but I don’t have the gift of gab. And, on occasion, I have the ability to spread the word about persons who are not aware the recession is over and are eking out a bare minimum living everyday.
Take time to make time, right?

I want to be
One toke over the line sweet Jesus

Prayer for the Day:

One toke over the line sweet Jesus
One toke over the line
Sittin’ downtown in a railway station
One toke over the line

Awaitin’ for the train that goes home, sweet Mary
Hopin’ that the train is on time
Sittin’ downtown in a railway station
One toke over the line

Whoooo do you love, I hope it’s me
I’ve been a changin’, as you can plainly see
I felt the joy and I learned about the pain that my momma said
If I should choose to make a part of me, surely strike me dead
Now I’m one toke over the line sweet Jesus
One toke over the line
Sittin’ downtown in a railway station
One toke over the line
I’m waitin’ for the train that goes home sweet Mary
Hopin’ that the train is on time
Sittin’ downtown in a railway station
One toke over the line

can’t pay it back so you might as well pay it forward.

I sail away a country mile,
Now I’m returnin’ showin’ off a smile
I met all the girls and loved myself a few
And to my surprise like everything else I’ve been through
It opened up my eyes and now I’m
One toke over the line sweet Jesus
One toke over the line
Sittin’ downtown in a railway station
Don’t you just know I waitin’ for the train that goes home sweet Mary
Hopin’ that the train is on time
Sittin’ downtown in a railway station
One toke over the line

Don’t you just know I waitin’ for the train that goes home sweet Mary
Hopin’ that the train is on time
Sittin’ downtown in a railway station
One toke over the line

I want to be
One toke over the line sweet Jesus
One toke over the line
Sittin’ downtown in a railway station
One toke over the line
Don’t you just know I waitin’ for the train that goes home sweet Mary
Hopin’ that the train is on time
Sittin’ downtown in a railway station
One toke over the line
Sittin’ downtown in a railway station
One toke over line
One toke, one toke over the line