Glory be to the Father, Son and Spirit


Rev 7: 9-17

Italic Calligraphy by Jeanne








be to our God forever

He shelters you

He shepherds you

Washes you in the blood of the Lamb

Clears away every tear!


intimacy vs treachery


drawing by jeanne


in to me see



de cep tion



shatter the shell

grasp the soul

with grace



redhead facts


redheads love horses

funFACTS about RED hair

Listening is my Benediction


Listening is my Benediction

Instead of my own a-jeanne-da
I’ll listen.

Instead of imagi-nation
I’ll listen.

Instead of analy-sis
I’ll listen.

Instead of teach-er
I’ll listen.

Exit the teacher
enter the student

open to learning
open to honoring you.


stress free Koessler

art by Walter Koessler


respect other’s walls

choose unoccupied space-time

move to infinite

f l o w  w i t h  e n e r g y

Letter to Spirits


my photo of Father John @ Christ Church- Hudson NY


In my dream…

priests give me hugs and kisses. None of them require I genuflect, or do penance for forgiveness.

The Lustenrings rush from
the wedding under the ‘el’ train on Jamaica Avenue in Richmond Hill to see Aunt Jeanne even though she and John Poland divorced after 17 years.

The gay nephew recalls my total acceptance of his unconventional choices. He divides his wealth 50/50 and finds a new partner who is also accepted as is.

Apparently, the spirit world is like that: timeless and equal. A circle of acceptance and honoring. A fiery flame of purity, a translation of Babel, a merging of cultures.

All the additions to the family welcome its newest siblings to give glory, laud and honor.

It’s like going to sleep and rebooting. Being held. Wrapped. carried as one.

I await patiently the revelation of glory.

Illustrators Connect!


illustrated in Procreate by Don Smith

Teacher – student join

after 25 years of

art, color, honor

Definition #318 Honor

Quenby, Mike, Annika

Quenby, Mike, Annika for their 7th Wedding Anniversary

School Prayer

by Diane Ackerman

In the name of the daybreak
and the eyelids of morning
and the wayfaring moon
and the night when it departs,

I swear I will not dishonor
my soul with hatred,
but offer myself humbly
as a guardian of nature,
as a healer of misery,
as a messenger of wonder,
as an architect of peace.

In the name of the sun and its mirrors
and the day that embraces it
and the cloud veils drawn over it
and the uttermost night
and the male and the female
and the plants bursting with seed
and the crowning seasons
of the firefly and the apple,

I will honor all life
—wherever and in whatever form
it may dwell—on Earth my home,
and in the mansions of the stars.

“School Prayer” by Diane Ackerman from I Praise My Destroyer. © Vintage Books, 2000. Reprinted with permission.

Blurb’s Launch @ the Glass Gallery

Through the glass: 21st floor  W25th St NYC

Through the glass:
21st floor
W25th St NYC



Blurb launched Imprimatur!
“Let it be printed!”
Books are here to stay!
Smell, hear, dance, see, touch!

“Let it be printed!”
In romance language that burns
Itself to your gut; leaves traces
Of quests, valor, guideposts, honor.

Books are here to stay!
Info marches on, in sound, on screen:
designs that soothe the rub
balance the rush: lead home.

Smell, hear, dance, see, touch!
Jump though: leave your mark;
Tap the root; press the bud;
Shout the book song launch!

“Can Jesus come out to play?

God as Father

“Can Jesus come out to play” I say.
His mother points up: “He’s praying to God;
He calls Him His Father, His Day Spring, and God
With us, Mighty One, Morning Star, Prince of Peace.”

“I’ve brought my reverence, my honor and trust;
May I join in the bowing, surrender and awe?”
“Of course” answers Mary, “and then you can play;
You’re children alike, made to worship and stay

In His arms,
through rough times
and ahead to the JOY:
to His gift:

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