My Bucket List:

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 I have wanted to be an extra in a movie ever since I saw Meg Ryan and Andy Garcia shooting in San Francisco.
I got to do this at the Capitola Book Cafe this evening in the bookstore scene.
The film is JANE. Please check it out and "Like" and help promote this sizzler trailer.

The movie is about a smart fifteen-year-old girl who
embarks on a healing journey after a traumatic sexual assault.


Www.JANE-themovie.com

Healing:

The Consultation by Harry Anderson


 I purchased and hung this picture in my  bedroom.
I liked everything about it...the nurse with a stripe on her cap -
The doctor at the bedside and Christ with this healing gesture.
My mother died 6 years ago on Superbowl Sunday which happened to be Feb. 5.

Funny how you can buy something, hang it on the wall and not really look at it much.
It becomes part of the wall until someone else notices it and comments.
It was pointed out to me that the woman in the bed looked like mother.
I stared at it like it was a miracle or something. Why didn't I ever notice that this woman
in the bed looks like my mother, I wondered.
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 I look at it frequently and find the whole scene very comforting!
I do a "consultation" quite often on all sorts of things in life with Jesus.
Do you know anyone who doesn't need healing?  I don't.

We are all supposed to have a "double"...have you found yours?

                        This picture is also a mural on the wall at several hospitals.

A Poem:

 Sometimes When I Cannot Sleep

   

My thoughts wander to my childhood   where   awake in my twin bed

I watched headlights arch across the ceiling     

When I couldn’t sleep   I peered out the window  counted each car   and yearned

Without knowing the meaning of the word   for someone or something else   

  

Standing bare foot in pajamas  matching the pink flowers on the wallpaper 

I turned the diamond knob of my closet door and climbed over the shoes

I read “The Happy Hollister’s”   and wrote the date on the wall with a pencil

Only a crack of light beneath the door gleamed off the hardwood floor

Wrapped in my grandmother’s turquoise chenille robe

I leaned against the yellow walls that were warm like the sides of an oven after baking

Molly my best doll   stared   open eyed  

A shoe box from my mother’s velvet heels   held my miniature treasures  

A bracelet with jewels like candied almonds   a string of crystal rosary beads and

A purple bug pin I made from a seashell at Brownie scouts.

I could hear the musical voices of the women in my family at the kitchen table

They were laughing   the playing cards   clicked and slapped on the grey Formica top

I knew how much they all loved me    but now    it’s much too quiet and I cannot sleep       

I am the oldest woman in the family    I sit at that table   alone   playing solitaire.   

  

  Emalou King

October 6,  2011