tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90435436396248457552024-03-20T00:01:54.333-04:00!!! RESISTANCE !!!One world government -- RESIST;
False faith -- RESIST;
Media lies -- RESIST;
False morality -- RESIST;
Here, let's resist the things in life that cause us misery and strife; Here lets come together to reveal secrets and evil; But most importantly, Here lets lift each other up and become The Resistance Fighters of fear ... Please leave me a comment, I'd love to know what you think.Kim Bishophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15713869659898648933noreply@blogger.comBlogger74125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043543639624845755.post-46002932370740804952023-11-15T13:26:00.000-05:002023-11-15T13:26:21.607-05:00UGH!!!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTDTpEJl0E_YeX1reYay08OvvvCp8ffY6TpCOrEbiqHSIapHdgnjS28T44SIrNyZQ9yuDLIUMsQQQ0ZFb9Y_mRFJbTVrnq61qaVBBqXVFqRMIZAhUK8fa5ppwbZWec1oe9KLkCv0Y1et2_NsdYS5rLr8_McjEzlEVQKdWkGyf3hIfmYRQ47ZGAx7CSfg/s200/bye%20strasburg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="200" data-original-width="200" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTDTpEJl0E_YeX1reYay08OvvvCp8ffY6TpCOrEbiqHSIapHdgnjS28T44SIrNyZQ9yuDLIUMsQQQ0ZFb9Y_mRFJbTVrnq61qaVBBqXVFqRMIZAhUK8fa5ppwbZWec1oe9KLkCv0Y1et2_NsdYS5rLr8_McjEzlEVQKdWkGyf3hIfmYRQ47ZGAx7CSfg/s1600/bye%20strasburg.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /> I just noticed that my last blog was written a year ago, saying how I was going to keep up with it. OOPS! đŽThis past year has been pretty lousy for me on the family front. On the book front, however, I have sold a good number of copies in the past month and am hoping to get my needed home improvements done so I can keep working on the new novel...plus get ready for teaching classes and tutoring.<p></p><p>I don't really have readers of the blog anyway, it's been more of a way to keep myself going. Hopefully 2024 will be the game changer. Who knows? I'll keep trying. đ</p><p><br /></p><p>Anyway, the books are still available on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08KWBLB51?binding=paperback&ref=dbs_m_mng_rwt_sft_tpbk_tkin&qid=1700071936&sr=8-4" target="_blank">Amazon</a> or from me personally at <a href="http://www.kimsauthorspot.com" target="_blank">my website</a> . </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiolBgbz-aOk67VvHchbDkIbiQS9cTVcz8lSIi7taCiDnJ8VlHG_jRLYtJpye3s8Cj6JFeKiewOgRSLIFpVf7jVVIBtF5jax53gvxVryc0qVdMXZ1y75NPQiZfkGq-cxVamAMwUjm2NMWFkynHnV84UaPQjPEU2shV_MflgFlJGueSs4-Fs3eaQPVLoIg/s608/WIN_20201021_13_08_59_Pro%20(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="275" data-original-width="608" height="145" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiolBgbz-aOk67VvHchbDkIbiQS9cTVcz8lSIi7taCiDnJ8VlHG_jRLYtJpye3s8Cj6JFeKiewOgRSLIFpVf7jVVIBtF5jax53gvxVryc0qVdMXZ1y75NPQiZfkGq-cxVamAMwUjm2NMWFkynHnV84UaPQjPEU2shV_MflgFlJGueSs4-Fs3eaQPVLoIg/s320/WIN_20201021_13_08_59_Pro%20(2).jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><br /><p></p><p>Send me a message if you'd like at the bottom of the page. :)</p>Kim Bishophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15713869659898648933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043543639624845755.post-38844789359888538032022-12-09T13:05:00.000-05:002022-12-09T13:05:15.421-05:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidVZ8PBMOkypVC-QKBQn333p2pxQOcIAW28wfhbH1S5Xvywkn6Kwz4nKnYjfScVsriFhWaw0COeaJmczAxTp0uGln-3Wp2uoQ2xhx1QO3GvA8svSdoM2jPuo2ZhjwFk15o-omwXzH60lzttmTspDYZUMt-bv86hj9Nh9wYbGwmyJtqaUs8heChBf8/s720/533427_442596335752175_100000054374752_1759579_887096464_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="432" data-original-width="720" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidVZ8PBMOkypVC-QKBQn333p2pxQOcIAW28wfhbH1S5Xvywkn6Kwz4nKnYjfScVsriFhWaw0COeaJmczAxTp0uGln-3Wp2uoQ2xhx1QO3GvA8svSdoM2jPuo2ZhjwFk15o-omwXzH60lzttmTspDYZUMt-bv86hj9Nh9wYbGwmyJtqaUs8heChBf8/s320/533427_442596335752175_100000054374752_1759579_887096464_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> Hi All! It's been a while, I know, but I have been busy getting stuff done around the yard and the house. Seems like year two of being alone is harder than the first. Sure, I have friends and family around, but it's not the same as having your best friend and spouse there to just be there.<p></p><p>As always in the new year I will try and do better with the blog...and I WILL be getting writing done. I will be making a schedule, which for good or bad is the way I am able to get things done. I have also begun a tutoring business, so I'm hoping to get more students...even maybe do a Monday, Wednesday, Friday small preschool out of my house. Lots to think about.</p><p>This isn't a long blog, as it's the Christmas season and I've got my wonderful granddaughter coming for a visit and some decorating. Next week will be candy and cookie making, and the next week will be my granddaughter visiting for the week, making pies and fun memories. Plus, Zac is coming home for a couple of days so craziness will abound.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJbNkH3-bb0WCogj5xxMgHdi7spFr6HP4STpTKDGeUmYxWBVL0B7zTInD05NwUr0KjwVXTMiULad9cRL8H-3nUb9NjPvmjYPTxX2t6zFc9l4C5JwMjEqU10wmAXhPJveCOI6qAGsFf3W6oBBVChxVjneTu_JIW_JfHiZPlUjutLT8nKu2FHhcxwNI/s4000/IMG_1065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJbNkH3-bb0WCogj5xxMgHdi7spFr6HP4STpTKDGeUmYxWBVL0B7zTInD05NwUr0KjwVXTMiULad9cRL8H-3nUb9NjPvmjYPTxX2t6zFc9l4C5JwMjEqU10wmAXhPJveCOI6qAGsFf3W6oBBVChxVjneTu_JIW_JfHiZPlUjutLT8nKu2FHhcxwNI/w150-h200/IMG_1065.JPG" width="150" /></a></div><br />Always remember to fight the good fight. Pray without ceasing. And watch the spiritual warfare battles raging around us. Resist the Devil and he will flee from you....always and only in the name of Jesus Christ! God bless ya'll and have a blessed Christmas season!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p><br /></p>Kim Bishophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15713869659898648933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043543639624845755.post-27173207531432180372022-07-11T15:03:00.000-04:002022-07-11T15:03:28.903-04:00<p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6tQZrpdYppRIIwLbgM7Cae8Dnyit9Au4djoZjBZPC1-u-ATSJf4lv963SL960gjziVYEZXHzMddSnm-AJiagOqiehk_9PiNQ6OZH76X4MDRIX1WGkVvD37jpxjDpHiZ52mr0GW-rx3hP8jAFH4UISN4RMjmIFy3nsjrqFXCx_bjcpE30UKnOr4M4/s2576/20190920_110638.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2576" data-original-width="1932" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6tQZrpdYppRIIwLbgM7Cae8Dnyit9Au4djoZjBZPC1-u-ATSJf4lv963SL960gjziVYEZXHzMddSnm-AJiagOqiehk_9PiNQ6OZH76X4MDRIX1WGkVvD37jpxjDpHiZ52mr0GW-rx3hP8jAFH4UISN4RMjmIFy3nsjrqFXCx_bjcpE30UKnOr4M4/w150-h200/20190920_110638.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><br />Tomorrow will be the one year anniversary of Ryan's passing. It has been a crazy, busy, sad, and interesting year. The sadness washes over me on the spur of the moment. One minute I can be fine and then I hear a song, or see an image, or look outside and it all comes flooding back. My best friend is gone. I miss sharing plans with him and I miss talking about the gardens with him. I miss him coming home from work and watching telly while we ate and chatted a bit. I miss our Friday night movie nights and our weekday go to the movie dates. I miss so much about him. Life still feels strange alone. However, with the prayers and support of family and friends I am moving forward with my life...trying to put together plans Ryan and I had discussed as well as creating new things. I'm trying to figure out who I am without him. For 31 plus years he was always with me; always there to bounce off ideas. Of course we had our fights...some real blow-ups, but our vow and our friendship pushed those away and I'm sure we would have shared 31 more years together.<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsa1rFN5B056ZuF0FKqgBMxJ2eqYzPfJ-H8I_dHr6M382t9TGfmaFCq3sSYgXhM6K8kDzolsZWP0Rqc4bIAPw6jgD5xNLLjbS2_dJyM-qrhnC1T3ZzWBWSlUCYnlFVLF66d7XAKaLRQhv8kh8v8tWXixATnpz5gSf7sn_KRXK2tEgITnl1xheyRW4/s3264/20220711_102143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsa1rFN5B056ZuF0FKqgBMxJ2eqYzPfJ-H8I_dHr6M382t9TGfmaFCq3sSYgXhM6K8kDzolsZWP0Rqc4bIAPw6jgD5xNLLjbS2_dJyM-qrhnC1T3ZzWBWSlUCYnlFVLF66d7XAKaLRQhv8kh8v8tWXixATnpz5gSf7sn_KRXK2tEgITnl1xheyRW4/w200-h150/20220711_102143.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Today I went to the Virginia State Arboretum at Blandy Farm to price a memorial bench in one of our favorite places in the gardens--dead wood hollow. A fitting place really, where nature takes the things that have died and passed away and breaks it down into new life. Something remembered that will go on ad infinitum. Ryan is still remembered by his friends and family. Still not completely replaced at work and certainly not at home. But everytime I watch the fish in the pond or see a redwing blackbird or watch the bunnies in the gardens I feel him in my heart and mind. Today I went to the viewing platform <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKjWKn4PKEE6l2h-B8LCYZV1r7B3H5KjYc8SQkLePBJBci-KTd3iLcCEPJhslLRvv_t7J4H2rnRjkp5wCQCQLyGBQHhzzV6_sXjKOwjV9g5Au1NQfAcXuRIR0aTWA_IIfIkTYrhBypJOVqlh3WwXd5EUUr3eRC0nNAsmuoJ0KjIEQbzo3h9t9oeg8/s3264/20220711_110826.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKjWKn4PKEE6l2h-B8LCYZV1r7B3H5KjYc8SQkLePBJBci-KTd3iLcCEPJhslLRvv_t7J4H2rnRjkp5wCQCQLyGBQHhzzV6_sXjKOwjV9g5Au1NQfAcXuRIR0aTWA_IIfIkTYrhBypJOVqlh3WwXd5EUUr3eRC0nNAsmuoJ0KjIEQbzo3h9t9oeg8/w150-h200/20220711_110826.jpg" width="150" /></a></div>above the marshland to watch for redwing blackbirds, which are one of his favourite birds, and not only did I see a few of them, but cardinals, goldfinches, downy woodpeckers, robins, doves, sparrows, swooping swallows, a mocking bird and even a wood thrush (another of his favourites). The frogs were singing and the birds were chirping and as tears filled my eyes I remembered all the wonderful times we had together.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHIZt2cZO9FimOkjFAaqJ-ZKO0wqmNoXZSZC9JHVcIGRoA_WFlRp-PAeqHR6sQaT6_qJSvOhpXIuDxu3F13oQEq1YBwKMnYTeM2eTxJt-feZMpR_fb6fvbVyow8BvFxN5bnl5i0EYNdld8tYQN-s6ZW1KSE5mj9UcSE2G8vWYiBShKF6v6qkeaZI0/s1280/ryan%20and%20me%20waterfall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHIZt2cZO9FimOkjFAaqJ-ZKO0wqmNoXZSZC9JHVcIGRoA_WFlRp-PAeqHR6sQaT6_qJSvOhpXIuDxu3F13oQEq1YBwKMnYTeM2eTxJt-feZMpR_fb6fvbVyow8BvFxN5bnl5i0EYNdld8tYQN-s6ZW1KSE5mj9UcSE2G8vWYiBShKF6v6qkeaZI0/w150-h200/ryan%20and%20me%20waterfall.jpg" width="150" /></a></div>Tomorrow will be hard, although I know there will be smiles and tears, I know all those who loved and appreciated him will miss him too. Still haven't recieved news of when the actual funeral service will be at Arlington, but hopefully in the next two months. I'm so glad that I married my best friend and had 31 years with him, 2 boys and one grand daughter who I love with all my heart. I hope everyone appreciates those who are still with you...forgive and move past your disputes. Tomorrow is not promised to any of us. đ God bless you all.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaRzx6KXUHxRHrqXRlNHq0ldrCfQQL7TLbzmq_brqTWyV93h7Erf7fszmaHLPhPNMtznc_sA2EPEAQ0wIBY8kRSoaRkruEGnb7X3LHYR9mMsPJ0AK6QbTb34WZt7WtThHgJaz3eHv7SX1IQENmzMWGy8oyWNKkkE86Yc9Qt5FudF0n_dm4CV0ot5w/s360/psalm27_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="270" data-original-width="360" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaRzx6KXUHxRHrqXRlNHq0ldrCfQQL7TLbzmq_brqTWyV93h7Erf7fszmaHLPhPNMtznc_sA2EPEAQ0wIBY8kRSoaRkruEGnb7X3LHYR9mMsPJ0AK6QbTb34WZt7WtThHgJaz3eHv7SX1IQENmzMWGy8oyWNKkkE86Yc9Qt5FudF0n_dm4CV0ot5w/s320/psalm27_1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></span></div>Kim Bishophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15713869659898648933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043543639624845755.post-30253506113105200402022-04-12T13:37:00.001-04:002022-04-12T13:37:32.927-04:00Busy Again<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiARr136dJi1onPB6DKxisuZXQJy9k1TfRl1F618N9vSuFQqFkqgewPdnD2V1OWB7b46HFxcsotBzhHR3WlbQaX-MkcsTerkayYcF_3oem2TJ53QK-nPW0fHh6II5mcMN1Tcr7Fi9ISWte2mX6tL2ctQHLiU53DTPrkn5rEup9Jwt2N2c5fe-jEqo8/s960/QVZjT2RaemJHdGNGbTRKaw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiARr136dJi1onPB6DKxisuZXQJy9k1TfRl1F618N9vSuFQqFkqgewPdnD2V1OWB7b46HFxcsotBzhHR3WlbQaX-MkcsTerkayYcF_3oem2TJ53QK-nPW0fHh6II5mcMN1Tcr7Fi9ISWte2mX6tL2ctQHLiU53DTPrkn5rEup9Jwt2N2c5fe-jEqo8/s320/QVZjT2RaemJHdGNGbTRKaw.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> Whew! It's been a crazy couple of weeks. Between crazy weather and me getting 7 trees cut down or trimmed WAY back I've not been able to get into the gardens. The trees were very hard for me. The 4 that were cut down were trees that my husband and I planted and enjoyed very much. It was like losing more of him all over again...and the maple trees in the front got cut back to an extreme measure, but it was necessary for their health, and I actually cried from being so overwhelmed by the change. I guess grief causes odd reactions. <p></p><p>Anyhow, I had to indulge in the process of cleaning up the massive tree loss which had taken many days. I ended up hurting the tendons in my hands from over use of the chain saw and loppers so had to take a week off before clearing the pear tree branches that were laying all over my back yard. But now, with the exception of the large poplar trunks waiting to be cut into usable logs, I am ready to begin the tending of my friends garden maintenance and the cleaning and planting of my own gardens.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifaxK6f_Zb8SZzxSKPbvaLrgOrrrUAkN1nj-Gz0YkLx-bNwjQwiyoOLbDtbKNDn-RVSPxPDJdLIzSxCZfq0eV5qXPKd3cOgS1vgt2cjOdHF5Ck28o5SwBtg4DdPSiG49HEqoF8u-2P4qQjMXHPGSZkChXRTTADGSBIy_VN5nm4o_bu3AvIwJGEClk/s3264/20220321_135651.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifaxK6f_Zb8SZzxSKPbvaLrgOrrrUAkN1nj-Gz0YkLx-bNwjQwiyoOLbDtbKNDn-RVSPxPDJdLIzSxCZfq0eV5qXPKd3cOgS1vgt2cjOdHF5Ck28o5SwBtg4DdPSiG49HEqoF8u-2P4qQjMXHPGSZkChXRTTADGSBIy_VN5nm4o_bu3AvIwJGEClk/w150-h200/20220321_135651.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><br />The town council/manager finally signed off on my friend David and Sara's yard, so that stress has been lifted. Much is planned for the next few months...getting the green house repaired and moving the logs from my yard to theirs will begin the transformation even more of the Mysterious garden. Keep watching this page for the transformations. It's amazing what a little creativity, hard work, and giving of time can do for a garden.<p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>If you haven't noticed, gardens are one of my biggest passions. Writing and family and friends are right up there, but there's something about digging in the dirt and seeing small plants grown into large greenery, flowers, and herbs that gets my writing juices flowing. The long winter and stress over getting the garden cleared blocked my creativity, but I already feel the words expanding in my mind's eye for the three or four stories I'm working on.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgitxyskB1pS34FMOmYNWup_K7_Ngocfa-sXVtmD-AZ-6BgH3-45ilQ4Lb4lxIMA8gKaS4pLb46K4OnrFDu2ae2pmCGvkkOWk9m8-VRbTDcTPypm0o0Fz2gRayuhkHFl8GjzfllOf6t2D6ArJJMO9CLXICwkm_Y997K9bJDfL66r2BXtnOOSxG6_nA/s960/QVZjeGJ1cXl6TGJoUmdqZA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgitxyskB1pS34FMOmYNWup_K7_Ngocfa-sXVtmD-AZ-6BgH3-45ilQ4Lb4lxIMA8gKaS4pLb46K4OnrFDu2ae2pmCGvkkOWk9m8-VRbTDcTPypm0o0Fz2gRayuhkHFl8GjzfllOf6t2D6ArJJMO9CLXICwkm_Y997K9bJDfL66r2BXtnOOSxG6_nA/w150-h200/QVZjeGJ1cXl6TGJoUmdqZA.jpg" width="150" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaI4wBKy8_vPFP2RgclB-Cd6CJDfjWGvALC4fwjkD0hRpNCOBUW-8haTgJYa-0X21wql5ln_lEubEvjppWWERExPq1gLtKXQObwP3cNRCyc6Sye-0SVl8Ai6lLAMkXBhTqAI0BXJPiWjKtlkXDzcszrMzC6tETJaS2Mmmc4h11SyORKnb5DmaqLzA/s960/QVZmd003U0dsOG1iSHVVaQ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="528" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaI4wBKy8_vPFP2RgclB-Cd6CJDfjWGvALC4fwjkD0hRpNCOBUW-8haTgJYa-0X21wql5ln_lEubEvjppWWERExPq1gLtKXQObwP3cNRCyc6Sye-0SVl8Ai6lLAMkXBhTqAI0BXJPiWjKtlkXDzcszrMzC6tETJaS2Mmmc4h11SyORKnb5DmaqLzA/w152-h200/QVZmd003U0dsOG1iSHVVaQ.jpg" width="152" /></a><br /><br /></div><br />The fresh air and sunshine will fuel my creativity, and those of you waiting for more tales of Andrew Stone, Isabelle Zenn, Michael Damious, Emmanuel Caine, and Outlaws Miles it is in the works...not to mention new characters and of course the children's stories of the Catkins. Just mentioning the names gets me excited! I hope you all have had a decent winter and are looking toward the spring for newness of life, as I am. Blessings to you all, and keep on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08KWBLB51?ref_=dbs_p_mng_rwt_ser_shvlr&storeType=ebooks" target="_blank">Resisting</a> !!!<p></p><p><br /></p>Kim Bishophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15713869659898648933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043543639624845755.post-92104727085742643092022-03-16T11:26:00.000-04:002022-03-16T11:26:41.734-04:00Mysterious Garden: Destruction<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhMHMZkS_7SG1LFX195Iph1bvPI5suFpes0Yt_K2IPxT8hGFaxFoGvOk_3n7yrEVFdXJqHZXxXCDc39yhwh8kpV4hjW1SqZsBARoijWDGShmxCjFIb7XkEsYnnZAMz09tpr_Xea-OeIiAaDSZ_nUqIuHmkoSFGylI4qB5Koef7zhkohZ_mMsSYM-A4=s3264" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhMHMZkS_7SG1LFX195Iph1bvPI5suFpes0Yt_K2IPxT8hGFaxFoGvOk_3n7yrEVFdXJqHZXxXCDc39yhwh8kpV4hjW1SqZsBARoijWDGShmxCjFIb7XkEsYnnZAMz09tpr_Xea-OeIiAaDSZ_nUqIuHmkoSFGylI4qB5Koef7zhkohZ_mMsSYM-A4=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Hello fellow garden enthusiasts, lovers of personal property rights, and trolls. The snow has finally melted and I had a day to spend clearing another part of the garden. It is a flower bed that had been overgrown with periwinkle, aka vinca vine. I personally LOVE periwinkle in a flower bed, but since it vines, I had to cut it way back and pull a bunch of it out to satisfy the "tidy police" that are in charge of the looks. Also in the bed was a overflowing mess of soil from flower pots, some fallen branches and garden clutter that had been tossed into the bed while a mass clean out of "complaint driven 'trash'" was removed from other parts of the yard late last year. It was a task that took about 4 hours from beginning to clean-up. One of the most disgusting parts of the clean up had to do with cigarette butts thrown into the garden from the very neighbors that complained about litter...ironic, no?</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">I spent my time clearing dirt and debris, also breaking off branches from a broken pussy willow tree that were invading the space. After all was said and done, I had found some wonderful treasures (at least what I think are treasures) and placed them in the now open space.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjsGXJ8XTgrWDUA_qPjSjS33p8sRKucFduEtwYr4Zq9_Lvie3CxsMeVfb5FTT7Z33DEzz5oiNVcF9pGWFM-oX4595TMal18uXY9bPScsM_z33vIzKfuEz1j4G_FH9ynSyIE8AQykyozy_vimxufvSdxpFMmg093CttatSNVLBhtB6RAFhr7_83mJxY=s3264" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjsGXJ8XTgrWDUA_qPjSjS33p8sRKucFduEtwYr4Zq9_Lvie3CxsMeVfb5FTT7Z33DEzz5oiNVcF9pGWFM-oX4595TMal18uXY9bPScsM_z33vIzKfuEz1j4G_FH9ynSyIE8AQykyozy_vimxufvSdxpFMmg093CttatSNVLBhtB6RAFhr7_83mJxY=w150-h200" width="150" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiyIs0u4U98JC3erFvZ6x1Y4lmpmX-b9lA5WH_tupvcOmBzyic7g0B-RkFq7ZSrCO94p0AmA6NFtfyu2eptpdRPvUT8bz8uegK-WN3-jsUiXx_R6km5n57DDKcNmBHMxkiv7r-cMcGJicvlNUd4nsFHB34lU_uiz41zbOJwjAV7W48O9FWoygSRFAs=s3264" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjgoMLl4cgmdJre3Ry5ezb99lXuC9m6e4fy2x5BY8uvr4WMwEfmpIVMSasLDgbTUwIo-9Aa6sT-P6n9dN6yp7qzaq1bwh3j4Kv_4-AOjQ1FeSQkoJG16mgUQ3ufqVDHHZ5MjVCV9dANIjCA5QD0NdW2zPNcaHLeKQeD8RGBfTCYLx6TniOayXYLg7w=s3264" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjgoMLl4cgmdJre3Ry5ezb99lXuC9m6e4fy2x5BY8uvr4WMwEfmpIVMSasLDgbTUwIo-9Aa6sT-P6n9dN6yp7qzaq1bwh3j4Kv_4-AOjQ1FeSQkoJG16mgUQ3ufqVDHHZ5MjVCV9dANIjCA5QD0NdW2zPNcaHLeKQeD8RGBfTCYLx6TniOayXYLg7w=s320" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">I know some people will see these things as litter or trash...things that need to be put away if not used, but who is to say what is garden art and what is trash? I happen to love broken pots scattered around an area, waiting for sedum or rock plants to grow out of them. The old water pump handle is now sitting next to to bucket looking like it's waiting to be used. Why do people think they have the right to tell others what is trash and what is not? Here is the end result of my work that day. Notice that you can see the rock wall at the base of the garden...sadly you can see all the way through to the back of the crumbling building. As we plant and rejuvenate this area I will post new pictures. However, the town has already sent their list of what needs taken care of...namely most of the broken pots have to be moved...why? They will be used, they may just be there as a decoration that we like. How do they hurt anyone? I really just do not understand. So while we have been working, and will continue to work at cleaning up the garden I do not believe it will ever be enough for the complainers. You can walk through it now and see the ground, see the buildings on all sides, etc. It's a garden, a work in progress. It will change as the year and years go by. We will follow the "rules" and get signed off on this but no one will ever convince me that this is not harassment by people using the government. There is no danger in this garden and no nuisance I can see, unless nuisance means that someone doesn't like how it looks. In that case I would like the town of Strasburg to remove all the horrid modern murals disgracing our historic down town...but then again, we were all told to deal with that nuisance. Ah well. Here are pictures of the work that has been done. You decide if it's a danger to the health and welfare of the town. 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I thought I would take a moment to explain why I would blog about this particular garden on my Resistance blog. </p><p>One, as I said earlier I do gain inspiration from being in the outdoors and have been told that readers enjoy learning bits about an author's passions and other interests besides writing. However, the reason it is on the <a href="https://www.kimsauthorspot.com/" target="_blank">Resistance</a> page is because I and others are working in boldness in opposition to my hometown of Strasburg which has been harassing a friend of mine for a very long time. A few people in the town do not like my friend and complain regularly about his property. Usually, we have simply gone in and cut down everything except the trees, leaving a lifeless unhappy place. And honestly, what creative person wants to go into a dead zone?</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgC8pyh4SNJ8F09oDV6j3d3zhhO6j0gPbj3tyZxUbXngPtyUovCHY9dnaRXy8AMKkja56b2AmDL64KzWAfXnrRBX2v6jsqTSGV4ITRjZJXoH5NxnPKCw2cUC5Qo2Z5wKyI9-MMNhJIshV5bfTI3W64rPNry8f1zZE9w63FPHJBXFijvrjGk2DqNsCA=s960" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgC8pyh4SNJ8F09oDV6j3d3zhhO6j0gPbj3tyZxUbXngPtyUovCHY9dnaRXy8AMKkja56b2AmDL64KzWAfXnrRBX2v6jsqTSGV4ITRjZJXoH5NxnPKCw2cUC5Qo2Z5wKyI9-MMNhJIshV5bfTI3W64rPNry8f1zZE9w63FPHJBXFijvrjGk2DqNsCA=s320" width="240" /></a></div><br />A bit of background on the property. About 10 years ago there was a suspicious fire in the building, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/EPearls/" target="_blank">E. Pearls</a>, and it had to be gutted and rebuilt. Being that it is/was an historic building the owner, my friend, took the time to rebuild the interior as historically accurate as possible. Obviously, this took over two years, in which time the garden became overgrown and filled with objects removed from the home. During this time, my friend lost his mother and had to take care of his ailing dad which meant months away from the property.<p></p><p>The town passed an tall grass ordinance in 2013 and that's when the actionable complaints began. Once the town got involved, my friend began the process of removing "junk" from his yard and we had the first clear cutting of the back. I cried, as it seemed so wasteful to me. My friend used his grapevines (which had to be torn down), cane grass, flowers, "weeds", and more in arrangements for his business. But that did not matter and we destroyed it all. A few years later, when it had grown back more complaints, and another clear cutting was done. I'd like to make the point that no other properties around my friend were complained about. Tall grasses, literal junk, and other "nuisances" (which the town will not define) dot the landscape of my little town and very close to him, in fact a shared property line was allowed to grow unmanaged with no complaints.</p><p>Then covid hit. And not much could be done or moved because of covid fear. Finally, last year we had come up with a plan to stop the complaints and fix the garden. The clean up began in August and the complaint came in September. However, this time the town wanted to make an example of my friend. The threat of having the town come in and clear cut the garden for him and then charge him was too much...after all, if he had the money to get it done all at once it would be done. I decided it was time to follow the process and make an appeal to the town council and ask for time (6 months basically) for us to get the property in a condition that the unmanaged growth would not occur again. BIG MISTAKE.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjxIKOgpRY13nR52Te-DrAgnVP0fO4f13zdTh4uGpkBHYYdHUC-63rhUEI7p6uCprcqtN94H7gYunXSgERkS-1NZ_F8RjmuYep3lJymoSnCUySK8Mo8-q5cbNWGnfep8DUAvw_l5ZUKvIseukSHATv7ws_L3ajMxD2psMQXc177hjZ47o4ah-mJmVQ=s960" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="590" data-original-width="960" height="197" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjxIKOgpRY13nR52Te-DrAgnVP0fO4f13zdTh4uGpkBHYYdHUC-63rhUEI7p6uCprcqtN94H7gYunXSgERkS-1NZ_F8RjmuYep3lJymoSnCUySK8Mo8-q5cbNWGnfep8DUAvw_l5ZUKvIseukSHATv7ws_L3ajMxD2psMQXc177hjZ47o4ah-mJmVQ=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br />A majority of the council had already made up their minds about my friend's property. They had a friendship with the complainant, a neighbor, and chose to not give us an appropriate time. They chose to give us 45 days starting January 1st, to abate the "nuisance" which they would not define. Thankfully the new town manager has been working with us, coming to the garden to see it, and see the progress we have already made. Sad thing is, we got snow on January 3rd and by the time it melted we got hit with a snow/ice event that has been on the ground for a week already and will be for at least another week. meaning we have already lost an entire month. However, I believe the "nuisance" of tall grass has been abated. I'm hoping that it will be signed off on and we can get to the actual work of making a beautiful, mysterious garden come back to life.<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjtwLgd5O0MYPK4YvKqu58ELcQXnjAozkIRf3UZUrL4mAhFOzrT3urqNaQmFu7CYIl_OIjX9RgYG5m6rQWPXtDn_b26qYyEneaINMToi2cJ0djD2M9S-B-DLtb61LpO3nHj2hIYgBQYv-r5D1N8Y3_B7xRb64o23e_GVqYqAlFE53__aEkjzaGKJes=s1440" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjtwLgd5O0MYPK4YvKqu58ELcQXnjAozkIRf3UZUrL4mAhFOzrT3urqNaQmFu7CYIl_OIjX9RgYG5m6rQWPXtDn_b26qYyEneaINMToi2cJ0djD2M9S-B-DLtb61LpO3nHj2hIYgBQYv-r5D1N8Y3_B7xRb64o23e_GVqYqAlFE53__aEkjzaGKJes=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br />So, here we are. a small group of people determined to bring an overgrown garden back to life, against a town council that would have us clear cut it again...The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result. My friend, finally decided to take action to do something different with the yard. To hard scape it with weed barriers and with people willing to help with the garden besides one day of coming in and chopping it all down. We are resisting the status quo of "attack the weak person that you don't like to make an example" and are fighting to restore this secret treasure that was once open to the public, but will no longer be. Very sad, that a few malevolent people have tried so hard to destroy something that could have, and at one time did, bring people to the town; and <a href="https://www.strasburgva.com/" target="_blank">Strasburg</a> is a very nice town with mostly kind people. Something to bring green space and pollution fighting, oxygen providing plants to an otherwise asphalted jungle of historic buildings.<p></p><p>So, in conclusion, we are working to bring this mysterious garden to life. And once the snow is gone and we can get back to work, I will continue the saga of creating, or better, renewing something precious. </p>Kim Bishophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15713869659898648933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043543639624845755.post-75266750412240783192022-01-13T16:32:00.000-05:002022-01-13T16:32:09.566-05:00Mysterious Garden: The concept<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiEQa63HmHsIytHW05h-Vi4vy2ueVsOzeIiKkW9l3bDpcFNC0bV6dIDY0PWwjgVKVcFuIowH8r0n8CE_r4jVtFXDE6_aWmpmT_jKi1W0UzOZUf7BiH3nQLklCL4bY27IzYAqR_Y6VgQ40SqioXS37B6Erny7JPS759Bjn4OFSk_gkJpdX1NPqwdDWg=s3264" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiEQa63HmHsIytHW05h-Vi4vy2ueVsOzeIiKkW9l3bDpcFNC0bV6dIDY0PWwjgVKVcFuIowH8r0n8CE_r4jVtFXDE6_aWmpmT_jKi1W0UzOZUf7BiH3nQLklCL4bY27IzYAqR_Y6VgQ40SqioXS37B6Erny7JPS759Bjn4OFSk_gkJpdX1NPqwdDWg=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /> Hi again! Welcome back to our journey through creating a mysterious garden. Whether it's a "mysterious" or other garden the beginning is always an idea. Thankfully there is no wrong idea. While some folks like a garden that is all lawn and a few shrubs around the house, and some folks like a few beds scattered here and there, others prefer a nice fenced in vegetable garden, or a mess of wildflowers growing wild; a garden is what makes YOU happy.<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjbtmIhozgozSpPmkgTP4jjIAp1dCq4qNoMOCmRUwcYvpb5oj2YZQzD29BN6ou4Mc8HSGSdj8Zd_w5zosW42juf8SWrJsdSYnQenYJYu3L8L7wLY4ss8fNxoTENfFK2WbcW9N1AQc3Cy4RaI5im9rUXxR0qEiY9zOz1T0N6gdmk02Nd9h9EpwOC1qM=s800" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjbtmIhozgozSpPmkgTP4jjIAp1dCq4qNoMOCmRUwcYvpb5oj2YZQzD29BN6ou4Mc8HSGSdj8Zd_w5zosW42juf8SWrJsdSYnQenYJYu3L8L7wLY4ss8fNxoTENfFK2WbcW9N1AQc3Cy4RaI5im9rUXxR0qEiY9zOz1T0N6gdmk02Nd9h9EpwOC1qM=w200-h150" width="200" /></a></div>So we start with an idea. When I first envisioned my yard (light woods and a seeded lawn that was mostly swampy or rocky) my poor husband could not see the vision I tried desperately to describe to him...however, as we dug and planted shrubs and laid paths and small oval gardens, he began to see what could be. Sadly he passed away this July, but not before having visions of his own: a pond where dragon flies could visit, and maybe a frog or turtle and a wildflower, meadow type garden in the front. Those are plans that I intend to<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiBHaa75evzJ4wgJgFef2GH2eN1EpqE4xrfA8tL7LRMO9O4mwNzG4ssX1wrB4zYuESuKaBUOcgUsUuPWR_rHhtAAAwtKXkcEMLvXcM5dI8_4qO4cL00eBDSM-R_bPM-NNJGT8oQEnDxQqiWuySwhpyFDhlQ2uo-ATxknC2v32bpNlcQJbjP2JZdGng=s960" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiBHaa75evzJ4wgJgFef2GH2eN1EpqE4xrfA8tL7LRMO9O4mwNzG4ssX1wrB4zYuESuKaBUOcgUsUuPWR_rHhtAAAwtKXkcEMLvXcM5dI8_4qO4cL00eBDSM-R_bPM-NNJGT8oQEnDxQqiWuySwhpyFDhlQ2uo-ATxknC2v32bpNlcQJbjP2JZdGng=w200-h150" width="200" /></a></div>finish for his memory, but he went from a "lawn guy" to willingly having messy wildflowers because he took the time to SEE beyond the average. We always enjoyed watching the birds and critters that came to our garden. đ<p></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgekRbwDqSvJsNUKemsnwUNF_HJ_lzt2y4okih40OMGVM4lZ6ipE4nepvCBu27lyc4BCQ-mqFD1P-bodrkKKkeXQJCP3rQncUT3uaMZScaNcGQx9Rm79OKsYUNlATDEgM_d29wLOc_sDrZHUhuYrmwtcXvmf--qY2GghENGhywJyi6kJHvJucedZRc=s4000" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgekRbwDqSvJsNUKemsnwUNF_HJ_lzt2y4okih40OMGVM4lZ6ipE4nepvCBu27lyc4BCQ-mqFD1P-bodrkKKkeXQJCP3rQncUT3uaMZScaNcGQx9Rm79OKsYUNlATDEgM_d29wLOc_sDrZHUhuYrmwtcXvmf--qY2GghENGhywJyi6kJHvJucedZRc=w200-h150" width="200" /></a></div>Back to the Mysterious Garden of my friend...His concept came over 20 years ago, when his now overgrown garden was a parking lot of stones. He envisioned berms filled with daylilies and irises interspersed with daffodils, tulips and other spring bulbs, giving way to peonies and roses in the summer. Rooms separated by English boxwoods and vines of wisteria. A koi pond sits on a wooden platform surrounded by an in-ground pond with pond plants, frogs and turtles.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhnArps1RU-byJpyK-i8d6Le5kWAGH1nedoZT7SSeccAZVNqElNmVxMjJ2mlThyuLj5dSubzKT0V80MZ1NjiJ5a62CDcs6tM32yqy6y3AVU8W9R8gqjYeINAzeYeBSBW2eroCvCTToyFjyDkVrq5tWT8OuLv-wBuXtQ2MS2k6rhG1jxiPZj4IthIo0=s4000" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhnArps1RU-byJpyK-i8d6Le5kWAGH1nedoZT7SSeccAZVNqElNmVxMjJ2mlThyuLj5dSubzKT0V80MZ1NjiJ5a62CDcs6tM32yqy6y3AVU8W9R8gqjYeINAzeYeBSBW2eroCvCTToyFjyDkVrq5tWT8OuLv-wBuXtQ2MS2k6rhG1jxiPZj4IthIo0=w200-h150" width="200" /></a></div>Large rocks and small boulders created the bones for beds of succulents and small trees woven together in special patterns. So many things to see and do; tables for having dinners and teas or just enjoying a quiet moment listening to the birds that nest in the vines and trees lay open and hidden throughout. A large and two small greenhouses also sit nestled amid the oasis...Magical indeed.<p></p><p><br /></p><p>His concept was brought to life for many years, before a fire destroyed the interior of his house and began a 7 year battle of unintended neglect, complaints, and mandated destruction. A vicious cycle that is in the process of being put to right as we bring this overgrown "nuisance" back to life. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhYXcjqDGA-gOo27mGybD93TSisHlI3SyNFNZhd1_dUp7bqBb66KXTw78CmzweV0-ku0Fj0kaDIrWdOarpXwptzJFRYy0pXVZK8m7EyVMvacDMX_SB8NB2Vf0uc9Bg1rj0NfFKi2OKPHkkZDDBmHLicel8HkJJABovv5NByrSRKQyCFgnlGBx0Xy34=s3264" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhYXcjqDGA-gOo27mGybD93TSisHlI3SyNFNZhd1_dUp7bqBb66KXTw78CmzweV0-ku0Fj0kaDIrWdOarpXwptzJFRYy0pXVZK8m7EyVMvacDMX_SB8NB2Vf0uc9Bg1rj0NfFKi2OKPHkkZDDBmHLicel8HkJJABovv5NByrSRKQyCFgnlGBx0Xy34=w150-h200" width="150" /></a></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>We've been given 45 days (from when we receive our towns desire for abatement) to abate the undefined nuisance by our local town council...and we will do everything in our power to fix whatever the town deems necessary. But with the first 8 days of the year, so far, being halted by snow, and another</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh6JJanweOchq1DWrvtonriTVsCDyYOoca01GB54kJk_Rf9gq9h3ndFXyyW3w5bMTJDZ60LIKsWus2yfu_-LT5D844vnVvM2Zq2V4jLQ6IlKeCinN-I5qGOj5Pm_kiWFWvp09It8SmJaztK2aLk-vf8HXXWkYhQvhNhQaklr_EkvoqOV-nsYwA7h94=s3264" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh6JJanweOchq1DWrvtonriTVsCDyYOoca01GB54kJk_Rf9gq9h3ndFXyyW3w5bMTJDZ60LIKsWus2yfu_-LT5D844vnVvM2Zq2V4jLQ6IlKeCinN-I5qGOj5Pm_kiWFWvp09It8SmJaztK2aLk-vf8HXXWkYhQvhNhQaklr_EkvoqOV-nsYwA7h94=w150-h200" width="150" /></a></div>larger snow storm set to hit in 3 days the work will have to wait...more time for conceptualizing the revamping of the strong structure waiting for us...I hope you'll come back to watch as we take the over-gown chaos that existed at the time of the complaint and transform it into a green, living, life offering oasis in the midst of our asphalt jungle of a town. đ<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Kim Bishophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15713869659898648933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043543639624845755.post-43343804482454500512022-01-06T13:59:00.000-05:002022-01-06T13:59:59.343-05:00Mysterious Garden<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhT64YdVkPkF8vQXjqepdTa7zJGaP4th1IpxtC1CZSyXEvgwXXsMtnSGpsySE_GTL-7Xb_DBOI9lCrgCX-2jxjv1Y6lltgrne2OeCXI42k6sLxlVHt9IrkL3iLIIHub1PluX5XRxj9A7L3BF_9InGZDW7Dze0zahudOtkEEeUoVTGhJR2SGBeajWc4=s960" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhT64YdVkPkF8vQXjqepdTa7zJGaP4th1IpxtC1CZSyXEvgwXXsMtnSGpsySE_GTL-7Xb_DBOI9lCrgCX-2jxjv1Y6lltgrne2OeCXI42k6sLxlVHt9IrkL3iLIIHub1PluX5XRxj9A7L3BF_9InGZDW7Dze0zahudOtkEEeUoVTGhJR2SGBeajWc4=w150-h200" width="150" /></a></div><br /></span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hi friends (and trolls), I thought I would begin a new blog series about the wonders and trials of creating and keeping a garden...not a vegetable garden or simple flower bed, although those can be mysterious too, but a pleasure garden to bring joy, imagination, and creativity to life!</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEicOGly8CEw6-ty7n74WPIdWYaYnYoY7LBcIUuefe7e4NekXMFs4lzvOEEEJ4B67Z3GGy1sDIB4c3nYStAl7bNFgR45OCrPwdFjyAjosHM5SGjJy10DvJLK0tJrh7FkqXV9XuV4M3wdGc2x81DXHiErj1VzZsVmv1VDdKCiHHrq0HwovQIee1K_SgM=s960" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEicOGly8CEw6-ty7n74WPIdWYaYnYoY7LBcIUuefe7e4NekXMFs4lzvOEEEJ4B67Z3GGy1sDIB4c3nYStAl7bNFgR45OCrPwdFjyAjosHM5SGjJy10DvJLK0tJrh7FkqXV9XuV4M3wdGc2x81DXHiErj1VzZsVmv1VDdKCiHHrq0HwovQIee1K_SgM=w150-h200" width="150" /></a></div><br />People without imagination see the garden on the top as a 'nuisance', a mess, needing to be cut down and destroyed. However, people with vision and imagination let their mind walk to the middle picture: a clearing, a path. Where does it go? What lays beyond? After three hours of work the path is opened into a place that can be filled; but filled with what? Stone or cast tables and chairs could grace a corner. Perhaps a garden bed filled with flowers or leafy plants could cascade in the middle or edges. I could see a bird bath and feeders setting among the grasses...so many things to see, if you just take a moment and breathe, and look at the possibility rather than the problem: magical, mysterious, and fanciful things can happen.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhiPeY3nKrOB03fAyGdAgfOnh0EubKsPjcK_YWUeEK2Qpro7cfIsOPru6_hCBBDGQEJjxxjAzpFfBKcHyhdbWIUcBBj_aBGQpjMJhxF0azC13u9ayvWohaS3bG3Kd0PLqwVnAyLWppXGrXqk_5-hC7Un1cbxFQxoNX0CT4lblqAesJP1AzrN2KLImg=s800" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhiPeY3nKrOB03fAyGdAgfOnh0EubKsPjcK_YWUeEK2Qpro7cfIsOPru6_hCBBDGQEJjxxjAzpFfBKcHyhdbWIUcBBj_aBGQpjMJhxF0azC13u9ayvWohaS3bG3Kd0PLqwVnAyLWppXGrXqk_5-hC7Un1cbxFQxoNX0CT4lblqAesJP1AzrN2KLImg=w200-h150" width="200" /></a></div><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjFTYhCwGjup-1G3FLrzMHrU7I0SbUespYfBIyjLi8flgSE0-oL_Ll0wbX_rQIUiTEgAYsnyif-mHKQE2K5CCFpCorn-ZdqV5BpUi-zIB6sieBbhUH3a-Oo71S8s-THSOnvigqUDYM5ckLY8IS-q19qFVYiP3uecUz5WxbhAIX3Oe1QSSs8wK09jkg=s960" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjFTYhCwGjup-1G3FLrzMHrU7I0SbUespYfBIyjLi8flgSE0-oL_Ll0wbX_rQIUiTEgAYsnyif-mHKQE2K5CCFpCorn-ZdqV5BpUi-zIB6sieBbhUH3a-Oo71S8s-THSOnvigqUDYM5ckLY8IS-q19qFVYiP3uecUz5WxbhAIX3Oe1QSSs8wK09jkg=s320" width="240" /></a></div><br />Magic is all around us. Remember, just because you cannot see the beauty in something does not mean it is not there. Perhaps, if the uncreative and unimaginative among us would be content with their empty lawns of grass and tiny, neat, little gardens around the border of their houses and allow the out of the box thinkers have their wild and rangy gardens life could be a bit sweeter. This episode in the series is just a taste...as it goes on we'll dive into the joys that gardens bring. One person's garden is not like another's. I hope you'll keep following the journey as I work on my friend's garden and show those who would and have made it cut down to the ground see how taking time to uncover the secrets and mysteries in the earth is how you encourage a garden to stay lovely. Taking away all the structure makes it an unhappy place to be. We will be bringing the structures to life. I hope you enjoy!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div>Kim Bishophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15713869659898648933noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043543639624845755.post-35830961140654616782022-01-01T06:59:00.000-05:002022-01-01T06:59:14.448-05:00New Year's Day 2022<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhcBNdNW0pLcfX9pcOKsq7_h_o-QaiPxfeojkTVGgEDagdJ9IQMBlbGUWT3w-PbTKRX9cykAvDEA2J88GJDIrU3dRug84wQxZsuvmHLugwn8hnaTIK3EIIZxnPgfqVa4YKPfJQ5j4Sow70OTvf6deHlQoY63gkJHf0sP8bAzJGK0VmNZaJD9ZAHSQA=s960" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhcBNdNW0pLcfX9pcOKsq7_h_o-QaiPxfeojkTVGgEDagdJ9IQMBlbGUWT3w-PbTKRX9cykAvDEA2J88GJDIrU3dRug84wQxZsuvmHLugwn8hnaTIK3EIIZxnPgfqVa4YKPfJQ5j4Sow70OTvf6deHlQoY63gkJHf0sP8bAzJGK0VmNZaJD9ZAHSQA=w150-h200" width="150" /></a></div><br />Ah, here it is, another new year, which is just a continuation of the old year. How am I supposed to look forward to a new year without my Ryan? A new adventure perhaps but not something I'm particularly looking forward to. The thing I miss most about Ryan is having his presence in the house: Knowing that if I need a hug or someone to share thoughts with I could just go to him and get a cuddle or his unique way of seeing things. The loss will not be gone just because the calendar turns a year.<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhjih9jraOIVbK2fWaBQJlXVCEkpfSp1-RVJGdHPbva6e9uADUCxhvngz0VwFC_SZ9tYDo1fgOFWZ1woGT2jEVwGIk8jSOJsHfzMtFZNqM6uW1vZazGyrAhU3PCO6PvsGJXfOF8xKYGJlNNZzROrfJtpTCrp6u-mTs70KS3BsdWF1d9Eke1rj16f7Y=s3264" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhjih9jraOIVbK2fWaBQJlXVCEkpfSp1-RVJGdHPbva6e9uADUCxhvngz0VwFC_SZ9tYDo1fgOFWZ1woGT2jEVwGIk8jSOJsHfzMtFZNqM6uW1vZazGyrAhU3PCO6PvsGJXfOF8xKYGJlNNZzROrfJtpTCrp6u-mTs70KS3BsdWF1d9Eke1rj16f7Y=w200-h150" width="200" /></a></div>Thankfully, I have my faith, family, and true friends around to encourage and inspire me. I have a few book ideas rattling around in my head, and even some ideas for a business. Of course there is the ridiculous 45 day schedule the town council imposed on my friends/family to get their garden up to some kind of unknown and unwritten standard, which I intend to help them accomplish. So I can say the first month and a half of 2022 will be exactly like 2021...arrogant people forcing their opinions on others. The last ten and a half months will hopefully be something new, but knowing the complainers in this town, I'm sure we'll be dealing with complaints and whining ad infinitum. <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjZijWwBWaAzlk1nK2LkpIuIXtcGYWptgSfiQxkp3Qy93qbxujl0Buz8PsDIPq0OBgIfJXkx49sEt3Cp40Wmu9qThNsrRYEWNzMJFgZCw0-sd7WIVF1AiHvCZxFO2D_oos9W3xZ9kOCiUVIn-M3bLvIOzgX96rClF-0gJ1Shr0_MbYloJJ30hUkPxo=s960" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="590" data-original-width="960" height="123" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjZijWwBWaAzlk1nK2LkpIuIXtcGYWptgSfiQxkp3Qy93qbxujl0Buz8PsDIPq0OBgIfJXkx49sEt3Cp40Wmu9qThNsrRYEWNzMJFgZCw0-sd7WIVF1AiHvCZxFO2D_oos9W3xZ9kOCiUVIn-M3bLvIOzgX96rClF-0gJ1Shr0_MbYloJJ30hUkPxo=w200-h123" width="200" /></a></div>My hope for 2022 is that the hate filled issues of the past decade will be done away with for my friend/family, David and Sara and the new opportunities for them will come to fruition. I hope to publish at least another novel and at least one children's book as well as find an opportunity to make my self employment ideas come to fruition. I truly hope the orphans I help in Uganda will be able to move forward with their self sufficiency plans and thrive to be able to help others. For my country, I just hope the current administration will be stopped at every turn from their agenda of making America last. My state has a new governor and renewed house, but it remains to be seen if they keep their word to fix the past two years of liberal destruction. <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjha_0v2dgIJgImJAu5CnYtMVyEMwHgwji-tIEhaBeiz4NHR4eQdtZNo4N4R9YOWC20Z34ByfiyyEposedvp9QNFKe4avTx3ORaXi86wIVDbzrXx1Vy3mygVcoOe-nXfhotbBL1aeIZaG3ZTM2irZnFtZZYwSlaDjFLZjkAE3LnjT1OZ1OQgCusAzk=s620" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="620" height="129" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjha_0v2dgIJgImJAu5CnYtMVyEMwHgwji-tIEhaBeiz4NHR4eQdtZNo4N4R9YOWC20Z34ByfiyyEposedvp9QNFKe4avTx3ORaXi86wIVDbzrXx1Vy3mygVcoOe-nXfhotbBL1aeIZaG3ZTM2irZnFtZZYwSlaDjFLZjkAE3LnjT1OZ1OQgCusAzk=w200-h129" width="200" /></a></div>Thankfully, I know that my God is in control and whatever comes to be, will be as it should. So, I will continue to fight against the forces of evil with prayer and standing up for what is right. I will keep on living to the best of my ability and pray that in 2022 something spectacular comes to pass for all those who are working so hard to stay afloat and get ahead. There is always hope, even when we cannot see it. On this first day of 2022 may God bless all of our journeys in this new year.<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiwvVt5zBJbI4VyncuVHJ99oDuSPPmmmogBQQY8EiPt2FgZbrfi66Kl051kcmadmYLjsbonKN_8S9zShVpTTMsQPliKuB8VTw32JjYCrKjCnJOBWLoVx1Fea00SBot3Gz367bhyXw_C9m1Ha2sszsqdJsu3TWACyy8Qk9MXaODRbduhHE_zIc7_Do8=s608" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="275" data-original-width="608" height="91" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiwvVt5zBJbI4VyncuVHJ99oDuSPPmmmogBQQY8EiPt2FgZbrfi66Kl051kcmadmYLjsbonKN_8S9zShVpTTMsQPliKuB8VTw32JjYCrKjCnJOBWLoVx1Fea00SBot3Gz367bhyXw_C9m1Ha2sszsqdJsu3TWACyy8Qk9MXaODRbduhHE_zIc7_Do8=w200-h91" width="200" /></a></div><br />...and if you're so inclined check out my books, the <a href="http://www.kimsauthorspot.com" target="_blank">Resistance</a> series.<p></p>Kim Bishophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15713869659898648933noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043543639624845755.post-41172875924021152942021-12-07T04:40:00.000-05:002021-12-07T04:40:55.643-05:00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgezRWheY1jUWQvg6uYULIHDTgt0BF0Q1LvJUSDyXGglFf1tH6WwLan4VcUMzpS1oGnjgwbhp-DHodjaqJNnJiFQ7bpKdJTPMFcGlgGiyucTvx5J_0Ps7uwDNY1NaID9G0lGyLhPI6_RJkfxDk6yMEtqA7hZ9G4AjhZE3k7G3X6b0heiTn5acBmveU=s960" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgezRWheY1jUWQvg6uYULIHDTgt0BF0Q1LvJUSDyXGglFf1tH6WwLan4VcUMzpS1oGnjgwbhp-DHodjaqJNnJiFQ7bpKdJTPMFcGlgGiyucTvx5J_0Ps7uwDNY1NaID9G0lGyLhPI6_RJkfxDk6yMEtqA7hZ9G4AjhZE3k7G3X6b0heiTn5acBmveU=w388-h320" width="388" /></a></div><br />Here it is, 3:45 in the morning and I have woken from a fitful sleep, wondering why some people feel the need to destroy other people. Wondering where in the world empathy has gone for people who work hard and no matter what they do cannot get ahead. I wonder how people can call themselves "good" and claim to want what's best for their town and businesses while purposefully working to destroy certain businesses. Yes, that has been the example of the town I live in.<p></p><p>I don't know why I'm surprised. I'm one of those people who is stupid enough to believe that "maybe this time right will win." "Maybe if I use the law and make a good faith effort, THIS time good will triumph." And EVERY time I am let down. I should know better by now, but I keep going back only to be disappointed. Why won't I learn? Why even bother when the people who have the power simply don't care?</p><p>We truly are nothing more than slaves to our government. They set the rules and if they decide you have to go, they will find a way. I understand the lawlessness in the US now. Why follow the laws when the laws are unfairly applied? It's not just to do with being black or gay or a woman or other minority. The unfair application of the law crosses all boundaries. White men get the shaft as well. It really comes down to those that are deemed to be less important or without the means to fight back that get abused. </p><p>Perhaps if we quit fighting government based on our minority status and joined together based on our disenfranchised status change could be made. The powers that be know that if you don't have the money for lawyers to fight back, they can do whatever they want. They can create rules to destroy you while not enforcing them against others. Basically picking out sacrificial lambs to show their "power" to keep the others in line. As long as we allow them to put us in boxes and fight in our little cage of how we are defined the evil goes on...and that is where we are.</p><p>One day everyone will stand before God, and these "good" people will answer for all the little guys they stomped on. One day God will say to them, "Yeah, I know you helped those folks who made you look good, but what about this one person who came to you asking for help and you just pushed them into the dirt? That was the challenge I put before you and you failed. You used my name in vain...your faith was in yourself not me...depart from me for I never knew you." The day of reckoning is going to be quite surprising to many people.</p><p>As always I simply say, "Come Lord Jesus...even so come quickly!"</p>Kim Bishophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15713869659898648933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043543639624845755.post-1717648622309688122021-12-02T09:04:00.023-05:002021-12-02T09:20:29.031-05:00<p><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGd0HAUcfWmwzVhvoelyeoOvJiC3fXFagJlKOdsBWgEoP_tgst9yFDKgdZZoYEszRbKvwTA-GlKYELmPAsuLYR8-AexaBu9v8Spt4m6S7rLHD5PZ8I_O9oKc2_PeFAE1OPT43NjBvSo80/s620/18766108_476972639307045_6690604275321350479_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="620" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGd0HAUcfWmwzVhvoelyeoOvJiC3fXFagJlKOdsBWgEoP_tgst9yFDKgdZZoYEszRbKvwTA-GlKYELmPAsuLYR8-AexaBu9v8Spt4m6S7rLHD5PZ8I_O9oKc2_PeFAE1OPT43NjBvSo80/s320/18766108_476972639307045_6690604275321350479_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Today I'm putting on my advocate hat and writing an appeal for some friends. My mind goes back 7 years to when I first met them discussing the passage of the UDO in town. Through all those years I have watched them be verbally attacked, lied to, used, thrown away, lied about, and bullied...and through it all they kept soldiering on. They kept trying to make money to pay their bills. They kept trying to do a little everywhere that they could. They did not try and ignore the rules, they always tried to comply, even though people lied about them and said they didn't. Every time they started getting ahead another attack would come, both spiritual and worldly.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">I don't understand the hatred that a few have for these people...and it is hatred, but I have seen the effects it has had on their physical and mental health, and it's not been positive. Through it all they still tried to lift up businesses in town and events in town, something I find amazing because all I want to do is bring them all down and make them SEE and FEEL what they have done to these people that I love. So, we will continue on and fight in the legal arena this time, something that we have never been given the opportunity to do before. A chance to set the record straight.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqYSXRaSzGto-SNqGsRGCrv2rd-sg0viCeZ6YaK-I6E9UfFrjo46Q35XHQkaDKblfAQsYRVV3VXlYPh9zUNlfU1QaaJdQVZbcmTWo7fhHTCbMIcpe8J-lgliO9MtZ14k6WXW8gmSkp0jM/s2015/QVZlVHRscXNnQzdmejg5aQ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1512" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqYSXRaSzGto-SNqGsRGCrv2rd-sg0viCeZ6YaK-I6E9UfFrjo46Q35XHQkaDKblfAQsYRVV3VXlYPh9zUNlfU1QaaJdQVZbcmTWo7fhHTCbMIcpe8J-lgliO9MtZ14k6WXW8gmSkp0jM/s320/QVZlVHRscXNnQzdmejg5aQ.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />As I've been outlining my case and thinking, thinking, thinking, it has struck me that most of the problems come (from both sides) about the past: Hurts and betrayals (real or imagined) from the past. I'm hoping that this time, following the process, we can start to look to the future and put the past in the back. After all, what is the future? The future is what we do now. NOW is what needs to be focused on. Maybe if we all started focusing on the now instead of the past (not lessons learned but living there) great things could occur. Just my thoughts this morning. Let's all start focusing on the NOW. The past is gone, the future is not assured, what we do now and how we treat people now is what matters.</span></div><div><br /></div><p></p>Kim Bishophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15713869659898648933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043543639624845755.post-69100495113652468282021-10-08T07:35:00.001-04:002021-10-08T07:35:35.189-04:00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg27kuplx0B30-f-7dDMT31fcno7fCyQMCISaYauhACnves4_xyjFfGLX-uSGa6gfBZ5h49EfQaViFx6tTKvmH2taIflFGv-Ar7XCzsUi61fB5b7G7NNuuh_4LhCTewBq9Ox_ZjKW349YE/s320/302495_294136370605316_991947674_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="194" data-original-width="320" height="194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg27kuplx0B30-f-7dDMT31fcno7fCyQMCISaYauhACnves4_xyjFfGLX-uSGa6gfBZ5h49EfQaViFx6tTKvmH2taIflFGv-Ar7XCzsUi61fB5b7G7NNuuh_4LhCTewBq9Ox_ZjKW349YE/s0/302495_294136370605316_991947674_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Well, another week has come and gone and I don't see much joy around. It's not just the loss of my husband, but the loss of everything we hold dear. Ryan loved America and we fought against the evil of communism in the Airforce. Maybe it's good that he's not here to be forced to take a vaccine or lose the ability to provide for his family. Maybe it's good that he's not here to see his sons forced to make a decision to capitulate or lose their livelihoods. Maybe it's good that he's not here to see the eventual forcing of our grand daughter to become a communist. Something we spent our whole youth fighting. Maybe it's good that he doesn't have to watch the destruction of our nation to a bunch of moronic, losers who don't know the difference between men and women, good and evil, right and wrong. I just don't know anymore.<p></p><p>I know that I miss him. I miss having him to talk about my feelings and my fears. I miss having him to give me a hug and assure me that we're in this together. I miss that we can't sit an have a cup of coffee together and talk about the old days. I miss having the few hours of time together walking in nature enjoying the critters and plants...pretty much the only times we could ignore the evils in the world and the loss of freedom we both saw coming.</p><p>Everyday, I have to go and change an account with his name on it. I have to remove his things from the house. I have to learn new skills that he always took care of before. Even though he lives in so many people's memories, it feels like I'm erasing him from existence. I know it's not so, just taking his name off mindless government mandated paperwork, but it causes me a lot of sadness. </p><p><a href="http://www.kimsauthorspot.com" target="_blank">Resistance</a> feel futile these days. Of course I will always continue to resist tyranny. I will speak out in truth until I cannot anymore, but as has been the case in most instances I have stood up for others, the people who say they'll stand by you fade into the distance. Every time someone goes along with a government mandate we lose freedom. Every time someone makes a decision based on fear instead of logic we lose freedom. Every time someone says, "we'll go along just so we can get back to normal," we lose freedom. </p><p>Maybe the death of Ryan has made my sense of loss more keen. Maybe it's just sadness that keeps me</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPsacFddCVohuXAxlnkas3TP-_xZE_Cbi4Iq5WBW5orKGqYGYJ4KPU84q8nwmi1vQy1haJTcxZ7vNYYpBkvq3cc6ysxdks3-S_MtUzGkQgsoFhqh7dUoni9vUFFE2yQiUgA8bkF7GA4hg/s300/h_134817_360914.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="249" data-original-width="300" height="166" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPsacFddCVohuXAxlnkas3TP-_xZE_Cbi4Iq5WBW5orKGqYGYJ4KPU84q8nwmi1vQy1haJTcxZ7vNYYpBkvq3cc6ysxdks3-S_MtUzGkQgsoFhqh7dUoni9vUFFE2yQiUgA8bkF7GA4hg/w200-h166/h_134817_360914.jpg" width="200" /></a></div> from seeing any good. But I do not. Loss is everywhere, and while I know in the end good will win, because Jesus will return and put an end to the evil of this present darkness, watching the fall of our civilization is painful. Watching so many choosing the path to hell is painful.<p></p><p>Sorry for the negativity of this blog, I know we're all supposed to be light and sunshine and uplifting, but maybe there are others who feel this way. Maybe knowing someone else feels the hopelessness, BUT has an eternal hope for salvation will bring someone to the peace that passes understanding. That peace comes from Jesus Christ. I know that there is nothing I can do to change what will be, I can only do what I can now to help as many as I can with the truth, because honestly the only thing left is the truth.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGyqYQUQZLAbgxQg24z3TGzvilTbumftmRv3L8Yv2epEAdwH_ZexWsvnMF1EnQgaJMlI2QaDrYSM1c7RF3sQnnqc_vcoprbKeu-FCwltUyh9FF_YN89bamQzhNXW__nbY64EIEFLfhf0Y/s1024/Bible+Verse+picture+he+who+overcomes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGyqYQUQZLAbgxQg24z3TGzvilTbumftmRv3L8Yv2epEAdwH_ZexWsvnMF1EnQgaJMlI2QaDrYSM1c7RF3sQnnqc_vcoprbKeu-FCwltUyh9FF_YN89bamQzhNXW__nbY64EIEFLfhf0Y/s320/Bible+Verse+picture+he+who+overcomes.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Kim Bishophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15713869659898648933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043543639624845755.post-84457656544532192862021-09-28T12:25:00.000-04:002021-09-28T12:25:45.254-04:00Life Goes On<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghgRwBXwQc8PEnTxwt521fWNsAv_mGnfSpO6HXdA-GgB8cuGYo86JTPDRZZGQKjvOfHwAnGBHzEHrQ1LyRz6Yj322PR4YYjPdXwUptdIsDLZhjOU0NAA8-Meto7MuZMIgCVaVOtuNt8P4/s1280/ryan+and+me+waterfall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghgRwBXwQc8PEnTxwt521fWNsAv_mGnfSpO6HXdA-GgB8cuGYo86JTPDRZZGQKjvOfHwAnGBHzEHrQ1LyRz6Yj322PR4YYjPdXwUptdIsDLZhjOU0NAA8-Meto7MuZMIgCVaVOtuNt8P4/s320/ryan+and+me+waterfall.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Hello my adoring fans. đ I am sorry to have been away for so long, but sadly in the beginning of July I lost my husband of 31 years. The doctors aren't sure what happened to him...kind of a perfect storm of strangeness...no Covid however. Needless to say, I have been dealing with after death processes and grief that comes in waves. I never knew I could miss someone so profoundly, or feel so alone while being surrounded by so many people who love me still.<p></p><p>Ryan was one in a million. I know people say that, but he truly was, at home and at work. I have received such insights about Ryan from those he worked with and been blessed with the affirmation of how much he loved me and my boys, and of course our grand daughter. He did a little bit of everything at his job, and considering no one thought he would be gone so suddenly a huge hole of loss of knowledge opened wide. I can't go into all of what he did, considering I don't even know fully, but I know that he had such vast experience and knowledge from all he did that his loss is felt by those at work close to my own.</p><p>However, Ryan was not just my husband, he was my very best friend. Someone I could talk with about almost anything. Someone that would enrage me (as I did him) and still love and cherish and forgive always. We weren't the kind of couple that had to spend every hour together. In fact after he'd come home from work, we'd eat dinner and maybe watch a television show we recorded and then he'd go upstairs to our room or his office and have alone time. On the weekends he usually cooked dinner (and was an excellent chef.) We would sit in the sunroom in the mornings for an hour or so watching the birds and critters before we'd go our separate ways to do whatever needed doing, me usually gardening and him usually computing or watching something on the telly. Then there were the days we'd go out to the arboretum or for a walk. Those were such great times. Just walking and chatting or simply enjoying nature. He was and is and always will be my best friend ever.</p><p>Now, I sit and look out at the critters and birds and remember him. I think about how much he'd enjoy watching the new baby bunny or the red-wing black bird that came to visit. When I watch a show that we'd enjoyed together, I think about him in the jokes or the bad acting or the bad or good cooks. Sometimes I'll just be sitting and want to go upstairs and get a hug, then I remember he's not there anymore. I'll want to talk about something with him, but he's not there anymore. All the financial decisions we used to discuss together now fall singly to me. And stangely enough I cannot mow the lawn without crying. Ryan always brought me some water half way through the yard, and he always sharpened the blades and maintained the engines. Now those are things I have to do...and not that I'm not able to do them, but the symbiosis we had was just special...and I miss sharing all the little things with him.</p><p>As I sit here typing there are tears streaming down my cheeks. He always supported my writing...even said that once my books were best sellers he'd retire and live off my earnings. LOL. I think he honestly meant that. So, as the first two months of life alone draw to a close, I look back on how wonderful the first 50 years of my life have been and don't know what the next few hold. I will continue to write. I will continue to tend my gardens (and create some new ones in his honor). I will continue to be bold and a bit obnoxious about the world. I will continue to hold to my faith in the one true God and wait for the day I will see him again in heaven. It's hard to believe that life can go on after the loss of someone so special, but it does. I have my sons, grandaughter, parents, in-laws, and friends to care for and be cared for by. And of course I have my wonderful fans and those just reading my scribblings to keep entertained with my ramblings.</p><p>Remember always to resist the devil and his minions and they will flee from you. We battle against them constantly, but in the end Jesus Christ has already won. Fight the good fight for we already know who has won the battle for mankind's soul. <a href="https://www.amazon.com/kindle-dbs/entity/author/B01F7JNPVE?_encoding=UTF8&node=283155&offset=0&pageSize=12&searchAlias=stripbooks&sort=author-sidecar-rank&page=1&langFilter=default#formatSelectorHeader" target="_blank">Resistance</a></p>Kim Bishophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15713869659898648933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043543639624845755.post-74387242465438352021-06-29T11:34:00.000-04:002021-06-29T11:34:34.790-04:00Writers Block<p> Hi dear fans. Today is just a quick sharing moment. What do I do when I have writer's block (or as I call it writer's procrastination.)? Of course, I bake some pies. My grandma Glawe made a pineapple rhubarb pie that was/is to die for! So I thought I'd share this wonderful recipe. It makes two 9" double crust pies...or you can use the filling for any of your favourite baked goods. Hope you enjoy it as much as I always have! </p><p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgypFqMihCagemrH9Eg9hYzW8txp34H1a_XO7A1UFh29PEylYdaJfqA3q9-SWF17HbMJVl24Al58P4c0k7Qd6zFcgQfuM0WRGCF4uhJ2sQjp8aqsaM2hQOR-lEU24BKAtzJakwUg1ppIdE/s1534/20210629_111339.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="955" data-original-width="1534" height="124" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgypFqMihCagemrH9Eg9hYzW8txp34H1a_XO7A1UFh29PEylYdaJfqA3q9-SWF17HbMJVl24Al58P4c0k7Qd6zFcgQfuM0WRGCF4uhJ2sQjp8aqsaM2hQOR-lEU24BKAtzJakwUg1ppIdE/w200-h124/20210629_111339.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">obvious crust issue, but flakey nonetheless</td></tr></tbody></table></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpyKNEs9YbZtDd8Z-gOuCVgQR4Vjnrg0uTyYRU240SEQ3kJ6Esm3MFhkPN2pgpO4Esk2svQQGYGpdD2co5GgPQxtoaBNblsE6jP6sikE1I9DlFN0f2EDN3SWvu8JdiCH1JNKVmER78QiI/s2048/20210629_111159.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpyKNEs9YbZtDd8Z-gOuCVgQR4Vjnrg0uTyYRU240SEQ3kJ6Esm3MFhkPN2pgpO4Esk2svQQGYGpdD2co5GgPQxtoaBNblsE6jP6sikE1I9DlFN0f2EDN3SWvu8JdiCH1JNKVmER78QiI/w150-h200/20210629_111159.jpg" width="150" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">See all that lovely rhubarb?</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><br />2 eggs<p></p><p>2 cups white sugar</p><p>20 oz can CRUSHED pineapple not drained</p><p>2 cups rhubarb chopped</p><p>6 Table spoons flour</p><p>pie crusts (top and bottom)</p><p>Mix all ingredients together. Put into crust. Bake 425^ F for 10 minutes. Lower to 350^ F for 35 mins. Cool completely on wire racks. Enjoy plain or with vanilla ice-cream!</p><p>And if you'd like a good novel series to read while enjoying the pie check out the <a href="https://www.amazon.com/~/e/B01F7JNPVE" target="_blank">RESISTANCE</a> series!</p>Kim Bishophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15713869659898648933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043543639624845755.post-39533311603888287972021-06-10T12:34:00.000-04:002021-06-10T12:34:00.077-04:00Juneteenth...White Guilt on Display<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvtVXb983wtJsrX60_cIT3LQ8WsdR2uIpSsL9S63jIb_tob0bHY4Mbnngbs8Erv0w3ESRlOr9zcoetPEVEVC_QGQZnU-6p7Fu2R2d5S_LmpsinFF1rxBMs38a0f5RdtJ2ODm9kfeiyPNQ/s2048/195793395_3835314049910830_4895936049113956918_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvtVXb983wtJsrX60_cIT3LQ8WsdR2uIpSsL9S63jIb_tob0bHY4Mbnngbs8Erv0w3ESRlOr9zcoetPEVEVC_QGQZnU-6p7Fu2R2d5S_LmpsinFF1rxBMs38a0f5RdtJ2ODm9kfeiyPNQ/s320/195793395_3835314049910830_4895936049113956918_n.jpg" /></a></div><br /> Okay. Today I am going to hit a topic that could get me in trouble with white and black people, but I feel very strongly about it seeing as my local town council (all white folks BTW) have made a proclamation about it, so here I go...Juneteenth, a day celebrated by Texans (until last year when the rest of the USA learned about it) to remember when enslaved peoples learned about the Emancipation Proclamation and were "granted" freedom. Now it has become a rallying cry for white folks with white guilt to make like they are super people for declaring black folks are free. What the serious hell?...<p></p><p>I have had many black friends over the years and known many black people from all stations in life and have never thought to myself, "you know what would be really great? If somehow white people would really TALK about how we need to acknowledge black people's accomplishments in our country." I have also never known a black person who felt the need to be justified in their existence by white people. I mean all this recent white folks jumping on the BLM bandwagon, and the white guilt/privilege bandwagon is a joke. I'm here to tell people that black folks do NOT need white folks to tell them they are "special" or "great" or that they deserve freedom. Black folks already know this.</p><p>Just because modern white liberals have decided that with all their privilege that they somehow need to make up for their ancestors past mistakes does not mean that they should. I am DISGUSTED at how liberals (of all colours) treat the average black person (and other people of non white, whatever colour that may be, colour). How DARE liberals feel that they have to put hard working black folks into a box and tell them that they are and have been beaten down, and that there is systemic racism everywhere? Bull sh*t!. Have black and brown folks been treated differently? Sure, in some instances yes. Is it right? Hell NO it is not. But it is not "systemic" it is bias...and bias is different from racism. If it were about race, why are conservative black people attacked by these same "concerned" liberals for not being willing to be victims or their narrative?</p><p>People love to use statistics to push this agenda. Truth is more unarmed white men are shot and killed by police than black men. More white men are in prison then black men... now that's when statistics come into play. The percentage of black people is higher than white people in jail nation wide so that negates the actual numbers...or does it? I don't think the white mother who lost her son is any less hurt than the black woman who lost her son. Police will treat lower class white folks pretty badly too. In small towns the local "bad boys" will be tagged because of their families, not actual behaviours. Is that any less bad? Being targeted because of who people or police perceive you to be? Police reform should be more than just colour based. Societal and police bias are not reserved for a colour group. I mean if we're going to go by statistics and percentages, I would like to know since over half the population is female then why aren't half of the people in jail or shot by police women? I mean doesn't that make police sexists, since they don't arrest and shoot more women? Do you see the flaws in using statistics and percentages? It's all to divide us, because when we're divided the "bad guys" can control us...making the whole of society slaves to the political elite machine. God help them if we ever came back together and stood up to their evil plots to control us all.</p><p>I have always hated the idea of slavery. When we learned about it in school, I never understood how anyone could think of other humans as somehow less or like animals. I still to this day do not understand hating someone because of what they look like. And I DO NOT understand why people who have never and would never own another person (black or white) would feel guilt about someone else doing it in the past. I am so very tired of White people with guilt trying to make the past better. You cannot make the past better. Whatever evils happened, happened. The way to make it better is to not repeat those mistakes. To not make another race feel inferior when they are not. Like it or not these well meaning white liberals have created victims because of the idea of victimhood. They have, by their very guilt, become racist. They see a black person and immediately see victim. They see a black person and immediately feel like they need to help them. Why? HELLLOOO, black people do not need white people to save them. Black people do not need liberals or government to save them. What they (and everyone) needs if for liberals and government to leave them alone. Quit telling them that they can't learn. Quit telling them that they can't get jobs or get in college. Quit telling them that they are criminals. Things like a Juneteenth proclamation seem great. But what do they do? They make white people with white guilt feel like they are doing something for the "poor little black folks." </p><p>How about, instead of proclamations and hyperbolic symbolism, you just treat everyone like they are human and capable. No one needs your liberal privilege. All people need is for you to shut up, go away, and let them live. I am white. I do not hate black people or people of other races. I don't really hate anyone. I would say I dislike leftist liberals, but that is based on their behaviour not anything visible by looking. I believe that everyone matters. But until we change the narrative from this group or that group the only thing that will matter is who is pulling the strings, and do any of us matter to them? Does anyone really matter anymore? Leave me a comment.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Kim Bishophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15713869659898648933noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043543639624845755.post-86394670413283012652021-06-01T08:47:00.001-04:002021-06-01T08:47:57.309-04:00A Long Ramble<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiURxJGXJZLxFIhKQo0zutZrs-xliCKpy3oULakjE25FEXM58CRTsh3OpBXa1EnygEC7Ax-vV-57otZEYsXQqC49laxw0_e4qYCl8OSRt49IFORXnD2TLaMnhyUDO9uJ-P77Tu6NkpIUVo/s638/599300_10151033554578278_2032966910_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="425" data-original-width="638" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiURxJGXJZLxFIhKQo0zutZrs-xliCKpy3oULakjE25FEXM58CRTsh3OpBXa1EnygEC7Ax-vV-57otZEYsXQqC49laxw0_e4qYCl8OSRt49IFORXnD2TLaMnhyUDO9uJ-P77Tu6NkpIUVo/w320-h213/599300_10151033554578278_2032966910_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> Hi. It's been two weeks since I've visited the blog...no so much because I had nothing to say, but because I had so much to say, but couldn't figure out how to write it. I also had my youngest son home, getting out of the Navy and finding a new job...which he did within two weeks of looking. However, the job was in Florida, so I spent the better part of that time helping him figure out how to move his stuff (which had just been delivered to our home.) A quick trip to Florida with a full van and full car got him moved into his new abode. So, once again, I have a bit of empty nest syndrome. Thankfully my other son lives nearby so I get to see him and my grand daughter regularly. Blessings abound in my life...thanks be to God.<p></p><p>Anyhow, my thoughts are still swirling, and while my personal world is rolling along, same as always, the world at large is getting crazier and crazier. Sadly, I fear soon it's complete disfunction will begin affecting my little world. I sit by and watch all that was good in my upbringing being torn away. Where once we tried to see past race and look at a person's heart, today all that matters is the colour of someone's skin. And past evils are being brought forth as if they just happened yesterday, instead of in the past having had lessons learned. The hatred I see being spouted from the President and left of this country is astounding. It used to be small pockets of haters would spew their rhetoric and be shut down quickly by society, but now, it seems that everywhere is someone crying racism, racism, racism and "woke" society is clamouring to embrace it. It's as if Charles Manson's dream is finally coming to pass. It makes me want to scream...but what is the point? </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg27kuplx0B30-f-7dDMT31fcno7fCyQMCISaYauhACnves4_xyjFfGLX-uSGa6gfBZ5h49EfQaViFx6tTKvmH2taIflFGv-Ar7XCzsUi61fB5b7G7NNuuh_4LhCTewBq9Ox_ZjKW349YE/s320/302495_294136370605316_991947674_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="194" data-original-width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg27kuplx0B30-f-7dDMT31fcno7fCyQMCISaYauhACnves4_xyjFfGLX-uSGa6gfBZ5h49EfQaViFx6tTKvmH2taIflFGv-Ar7XCzsUi61fB5b7G7NNuuh_4LhCTewBq9Ox_ZjKW349YE/s0/302495_294136370605316_991947674_n.jpg" /></a></div><br />The human condition seems to be, once we get close to love, equality, and freedom, we have to screw it up. Living comfortably and safely makes the newer generations feel threatened. They create chaos when there doesn't need to be any. Why? Why not take whatever "privilege" you think you have and actually go help those you see as oppressed? Why not work to fix the wrongs you perceive? Give up your college spot to someone you feel deserves it more. Give up your job to someone you feel has been wronged. Give your house or apartment to those you feel have been disenfranchised. How does beating people or making people feel that they are oppressed help them? How does burning down hard working people's stores and homes help anyone? If giving money to people helped get them out of poverty, the United States and the rest of the Western world would have no poverty. If giving opportunities for free education made people smarter the United States and the rest of the Western world would have no unedcuated people. We spend more on welfare and education and yet NO ONE can make the people embrace it. Give people money, why would they work for it? Obviously free education is useless as so many of our young folks can't read or write well, and well, once you say mathematics (the one thing that is only factual) is racist and needs to change it's obvious that education is not the goal. <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJzwcMDjCSncMPCwKetYHp40mRaTm6Pzq2tHCEmfTyEsvia_XtAGQB78lINxudOGYZIzeXwDbe57kzQ-MBqmN8EPWys8RazIMWY0oH8eEmjEefY99Ognux_vufJoUKwxrRfhRcmRABKk8/s425/meerkats+together.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="282" data-original-width="425" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJzwcMDjCSncMPCwKetYHp40mRaTm6Pzq2tHCEmfTyEsvia_XtAGQB78lINxudOGYZIzeXwDbe57kzQ-MBqmN8EPWys8RazIMWY0oH8eEmjEefY99Ognux_vufJoUKwxrRfhRcmRABKk8/s320/meerkats+together.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />You can give opportunities to everyone, but that does not mean they will embrace it or run with it. Our human nature seems to be do the least and desire the most. You want to be filthy rich? Well, you have to work long hours. You have to miss the kids sports and anniversaries. You'll have to miss date nights and vacations. Happily, most people do not want to make the sacrifices necessary to get rich. People are putting family first, and like it or not, if you don't work you should not get paid. You want to take time off to raise that family, then you sacrifice. You do without. That is why God (and yes I believe in Yahweh, the one true God) created men and women to get married and have children. It's not so the man can lord it over the woman, but so that ONE parent could do the work in the home and one parent could do the work to afford the home. It's why community is supposed to be about supporting each other, and not just looking out for one group or another and disregarding those you don't like. If we had less single family homes (yeah, I said it) and more desire to work through problems instead of putting our SELF first and just throwing away what is hard it would be better. A family CAN live on one income if they sacrifice...if the family is mum, dad, and kids (and extended family or community if extended family is not around). <p></p><p>But we have become a nation and world of government being the one who takes care of everything. Dad wants to leave? The government will give the money to exist. Mum doesn't want dad around anymore? Government will give the money to exist. But do we only want to exist? Do we want our children growing up being tossed between parents? Do we want our children having a new parent come into their lives only to have them thrown away later when it doesn't "work"? There is nothing to bind families together anymore. Selfishness is pretty much all I see around society. Me-ism is going to be the downfall of the West. Perhaps that is what it was set up to do. Get to the point where individuality trumps everything else. Even groups who claim they want unity and community only want it if their personal desires are met, so the modern notion of unity and community is a fiction. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb6HZnUUzBGHQSCt1O6czaYvm4njZk5Rf0esTYKRWmO52CQKEnOy8soIxs-4FtaXzfJW6c3qEe83zEa7wGgKrMF5llxRfC-mdT7gOPepIO9ByNah2mpU81m2xXZwW1zA1rYFBcxNDm__Q/s608/WIN_20201021_13_08_59_Pro+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="275" data-original-width="608" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb6HZnUUzBGHQSCt1O6czaYvm4njZk5Rf0esTYKRWmO52CQKEnOy8soIxs-4FtaXzfJW6c3qEe83zEa7wGgKrMF5llxRfC-mdT7gOPepIO9ByNah2mpU81m2xXZwW1zA1rYFBcxNDm__Q/s320/WIN_20201021_13_08_59_Pro+%25282%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />I always believed my books COULD be a reality, but in my heart I hoped it really was conspiracy theory. I really hoped the past would not repeat itself, but here it is, bold as brass...in your face. We may not be in sustainable communities yet, but "sustainable development" is ruling every aspect of our lives, driven by the power brokers and oligarchs that have become the kings of the earth. And freedom, especially the kind Americans claim is non existent...a fairy-tale. I have watched the last year, people do things they did not believe in, so they could work...so they could shop. And now I'm watching people who do not want vaccines go ahead and get one because they want to work, or shop, or travel. Where is the freedom? People are slaves and don't even know it. This is why I wonder why I bother to blog...or write. Are people even able to see the truth anymore? Do they want to? Has love of self (otherwise known as self esteem) replaced freedom? I think it has. <p></p><p>Well, enough rambling for today. Anyone who's reading I hope you resist the devil, and I hope you put your faith in God rather than your self. AND if you're bored and want a good book series to read, check out <a href="http://www.kimsauthorspot.com" target="_blank">RESISTANCE</a> . It's available to buy in softcover or ebook and if you have kindle unlimited you can simply download it for free. God bless. See you next week...if I'm feeling up to it.</p><p><br /></p>Kim Bishophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15713869659898648933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043543639624845755.post-69286747842838339652021-05-14T12:47:00.002-04:002021-05-14T12:49:36.115-04:00Big Old Blah's<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVB6pml_dBljgo7fG0NJDqX1v8EA8F-JyAY7xoKXVZg3bxKRjHnTYVF5WRrui2AVM9H3GR8GtCAk26dpB3p3b3TgBut5omzDttf49pex0nseQzUNrK8v82mFV1wnx_t3nmc-xC8eOBz6I/s640/QVZlcXRXcy1tZWlXRWdReA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="548" data-original-width="640" height="171" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVB6pml_dBljgo7fG0NJDqX1v8EA8F-JyAY7xoKXVZg3bxKRjHnTYVF5WRrui2AVM9H3GR8GtCAk26dpB3p3b3TgBut5omzDttf49pex0nseQzUNrK8v82mFV1wnx_t3nmc-xC8eOBz6I/w200-h171/QVZlcXRXcy1tZWlXRWdReA.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br />Hi. Sorry for my complacency with writing. I honestly just haven't been feeling it. I have been feeling depressed lately (feeling, not clinically). I used to have a natural fortress of solitude in my back garden. Now it's plagued by people who seem to care more about teaching their kids sports than about nature. Barking dogs when I just want a bit of peace in the garden. Native habitats cut down to make room for grass. I just don't get it. I feel like Tree Beard from LOTR...no one cares about growing things anymore. The wheels of industry turn and the rest is just in the way. *sigh* Neighbors that don't say hi or even acknowledge anyone else's existence. Also, my grand daughter will be going back to in-person learning next year, so I know she'll be getting the vaccine and being taught to be a sheep...follow the crowd, ignore common sense and science. It's all getting to be hard to find joy.<p></p><p>HOWEVER, I do find contentment in watching the birds and critters playing in the few trees left around. The garden is still green and nature still does it's thing. My friends are true and steadfast and my close family is a comfort in troubled days. There is always something to find joy in, but watching the decline of our civilization day by day saps my strength. Yes, I know there is nothing I can do about it...pray and stand firm in the truth. I know that God is in control and I do know the outcome, it's just overwhelming to watch.</p><p>Sorry for the lament...I just wanted to try and stay on track, and while people love to hear the positive thoughts of those of us who write, I think it's important to also share the times when we feel the hard things in life. I'm sure by the next time I write I will be in a better place, but for now I am simply <a href="http://www.kimsauthorspot.com" target="_blank">resisting</a> the urge to hide away. </p><p style="text-align: left;">My favourite Psalm is number 27. "<span style="font-family: times;"><span style="background-color: white;">The</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span class="small-caps" style="background-color: white; font-variant-caps: small-caps; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;">Lord</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span style="background-color: white;">is my</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span style="background-color: white;">light and my</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span style="background-color: white;">salvation; </span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;">Whom shall I fear?</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;">The</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"> </span><span class="small-caps" style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-variant-caps: small-caps; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;">Lord</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;">is the </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;">defense of my life; </span><span class="text Ps-27-1" style="background-color: white; font-family: times; position: relative;">Whom shall I dread?...</span><span class="text Ps-27-14" id="en-NASB1995-14300" style="background-color: white; font-family: times; position: relative;">Wait for the <span class="small-caps" style="font-variant-caps: small-caps; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;">Lord</span>; </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;">Be</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;">strong and let your heart take courage; </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;">Yes, wait for the</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;"> </span><span class="small-caps" style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-variant-caps: small-caps; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;">Lord</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times;">.</span></p><div class="poetry top-1" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; margin-top: 1em; min-width: 0px; padding-left: 2.6em; position: relative; text-align: left;"><p class="line" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 2.4rem; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-width: 0px;"><br /></p></div>Kim Bishophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15713869659898648933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043543639624845755.post-4574981906513663072021-04-26T10:26:00.002-04:002021-04-26T10:26:52.080-04:00Back on Track (at least for this week)<p> Hi Everyone! Yes it is Monday and I'm actually writing a blog. It's been a really good weekend, so I figured I'd not procrastinate this week and get it done...how'd y'all like my poem last week? From the number of views I'll take it that it's not good! hahaha. Poetry has never been my forte. đ</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSw8POr9GtrexkF4HDOtdYI-XWa0ao2EDXnJsy82dPWxolGKcmEYjV3ir2pwiL4k951q4IvkvbTkeFR1protEYOc4907QMrvE4IwhIYBr9Z-Zyn9Az7tKZRzaBPOwjJlT2fXaF-Y368Pg/s2048/20210426_101256.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSw8POr9GtrexkF4HDOtdYI-XWa0ao2EDXnJsy82dPWxolGKcmEYjV3ir2pwiL4k951q4IvkvbTkeFR1protEYOc4907QMrvE4IwhIYBr9Z-Zyn9Az7tKZRzaBPOwjJlT2fXaF-Y368Pg/w150-h200/20210426_101256.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><br />So here it is the last week in April and I've got most of my garden flowers in the ground and pots, and the tomatoes and peppers in the ground. This week I'll be putting in the peas and setting up the fencing for my bean plants. Most warm weather seeds don't go in "until the peony bushes (pronounced as "piney bushes" by the valley locals) bloom" (it's a Virginia saying, but it does seem to be a good rule of thumb).<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKEakaQAtDpV4DP0ibjNIqCkvgosHGAHER3oM36_ixiyVTaZmdnJS9EXCrBNxmxkp7BYoIVLUvZoHceLUYQ4GLWaflm5WZ-3AxxcN4JOFzCGp2RHpwhYRJy7ADAkIWuMOGi9nKSMRKbfk/s2048/20210426_101356.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKEakaQAtDpV4DP0ibjNIqCkvgosHGAHER3oM36_ixiyVTaZmdnJS9EXCrBNxmxkp7BYoIVLUvZoHceLUYQ4GLWaflm5WZ-3AxxcN4JOFzCGp2RHpwhYRJy7ADAkIWuMOGi9nKSMRKbfk/w150-h200/20210426_101356.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><br />Once the gardens are set, I will finally get down to working on some new projects. Obviously the new novel series, but also my children's stories. The Catkins are busy on adventures waiting to be immortalized in writing and the magical world of A'all has many magical happenings to regale hungry readers of fantasy. My mind is a-buzz with thoughts and plots and characters...thankfully digging in the dirt and planting makes my imagination soar!<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRx5sezS2K6j5eHzyYubLaWVVLyQaiOtXGqvE4FrP878fu9cSSQRZWoaNATTz6cWsNnUc0ZL0Y41Pbcifb5F3BXxqfSDazUpPfRHGmg6DVnaTz09OnEu1j8vh3z74VqBAbcZ4GV1S1W34/s569/QVZlaGR1MG5tUFVHd3IzQg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="569" data-original-width="569" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRx5sezS2K6j5eHzyYubLaWVVLyQaiOtXGqvE4FrP878fu9cSSQRZWoaNATTz6cWsNnUc0ZL0Y41Pbcifb5F3BXxqfSDazUpPfRHGmg6DVnaTz09OnEu1j8vh3z74VqBAbcZ4GV1S1W34/w200-h200/QVZlaGR1MG5tUFVHd3IzQg.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br />Hopefully a book signing event will be in the works for the summer. I do miss chatting with folks about my novels and hearing feed-back from actual humans, not just texts and messages. I never intended to actually publish anything, it was friends who encouraged me to take to the publishing path...and my few fans appreciate it, which is the reason I continue to post this blog. I see a few people peek in from time to time. <p></p><p>Hope you all have a great week. Always remember to <a href="http://www.kimsauthorspot.com" target="_blank">RESIST</a> the foolishness of the world and follow the truth!!!</p><p><br /></p>Kim Bishophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15713869659898648933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043543639624845755.post-20318743758574289272021-04-23T18:35:00.002-04:002021-04-23T18:35:58.920-04:00I'm Here<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz7YfDV2momWJzCLSAExKiK4pdosPEYoT-wM_9oWCKbng9TfoczDLFXLpt7fsXk1NFtArkjI2_ztCskEY4Gel50j_PGDVjGtyGOx0qjBXpYC85lSEfIuRVOWzM8RFKPwok39dmvZtakGE/s2048/20210406_114759.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz7YfDV2momWJzCLSAExKiK4pdosPEYoT-wM_9oWCKbng9TfoczDLFXLpt7fsXk1NFtArkjI2_ztCskEY4Gel50j_PGDVjGtyGOx0qjBXpYC85lSEfIuRVOWzM8RFKPwok39dmvZtakGE/s320/20210406_114759.jpg" /></a></div><br />I'm here.<p></p><p>Today is sunny.</p><p>The sun brings life.</p><p>Life is in the garden.</p><p>The garden is a place of magic.</p><p>Not the magic of the world, but the miracles of God.</p><p>Miracles make me feel magical.</p><p>Magical gardens are full of life.</p><p>Life is fueled by light.</p><p>Light shows truth.</p><p>The truth is...</p><p>I'm here.</p>Kim Bishophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15713869659898648933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043543639624845755.post-62866351735786298642021-04-08T10:05:00.000-04:002021-04-08T10:05:38.417-04:00What is an Artist???<p style="text-align: justify;"> Hi y'all! I'm a few days late, but I am keeping to my promise to blog once a week. It's funny how I started this blog to sell books (which I still hope to do), but I find the evolution of my newest blogging plan from my journey as a writer to all the other things I've discussed as refreshing. This week I'm going to share my thoughts on "art".</p><p style="text-align: justify;">So many people consider art to be painting, drawing, and sculpting...some may consider writing an art, but what about architecture? What about development planners (business, housing, society)? And what about my thoughts for today...gardeners? Gardeners are most certainly artists. We start with a blank pallet or an over-whelming picture of too many colors and shapes that make no sense. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">When I first moved to my home (19 years ago) I made sure to keep the small wooded area behind the lawn in tact. HOWEVER, it was overgrown with vines and saplings and other growth. But I had a vision (one my husband could not see, but let me go about my business). I spent a few months clearing out the undergrowth with my lawnmower. FYI, lawnmower blades are powerful, but when they meet large stones and stumps and small trees they get very, VERY dull. I hope you have someone or the knowledge to replace the blade or sharpen it (my husband likes to use his Dremel on the blade). Anyway, after I had mowed down the growth, I had to kill off the poison ivy and poison oak, which had quite a foothold. A wonderful weed killer called "Brush Be Gone" (which you cannot buy anymore) took out those hard to kill vines and left me with a clear area full of cedar trees--lovely (or was it?)</p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4kq17U6xL-ybmS3rVL-H8WHy5cA9T6o8_ci2WU5uUfhUCMCEGnfvUZXA73n3e-9nwCjRGLDkvTEb_x2-9ZbFtWHZmWZw5f4NDkFHQfyZgk2qgDPiTwhyZSaPZxA-Vh_JXD2eOv0Wfp-Y/s960/QVZjTmZ2anVsS3QwUEdRMg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4kq17U6xL-ybmS3rVL-H8WHy5cA9T6o8_ci2WU5uUfhUCMCEGnfvUZXA73n3e-9nwCjRGLDkvTEb_x2-9ZbFtWHZmWZw5f4NDkFHQfyZgk2qgDPiTwhyZSaPZxA-Vh_JXD2eOv0Wfp-Y/w150-h200/QVZjTmZ2anVsS3QwUEdRMg.jpg" width="150" /></a></div>With inspiration from a local arboretum, I decided to use the fallen trees we had cut up as path boarders, and put down weed barrier and pea gravel. Another helpful hint--don't use pea gravel on a path that get lots of water run off. Use a larger stone (which I realized after my pea gravel washed down into my neighbor's yard) which will hold up to erosion caused by rain. The pathway was and is beautiful, but I soon realized that the empty space had to be filled. If I had just left some of the native plants I wouldn't have had to buy things to fill it...but I did, most of which died due to the cedar trees sucking up all the water. Now the empty areas are filled with planters and columbine and periwinkle and a few native bushes that managed to replant. After 19 years it is lovely to enjoy as an outdoor room.<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXWRPyxoLZcIrGEg8rfaCbbXzqw-liDQx4FO0tzv91zrua8Qufug21DhyIrM9wKj_1ZTkHRefajKsx9XvB5yMKQ1sJ2sMzHnObE4CCOAvDuhmCuElVOTeNxP0_-CpstyxieeQS-qRZilE/s2048/20210408_091010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXWRPyxoLZcIrGEg8rfaCbbXzqw-liDQx4FO0tzv91zrua8Qufug21DhyIrM9wKj_1ZTkHRefajKsx9XvB5yMKQ1sJ2sMzHnObE4CCOAvDuhmCuElVOTeNxP0_-CpstyxieeQS-qRZilE/w150-h200/20210408_091010.jpg" width="150" /></a></div>This week has been LOVELY weather, so instead of writing the blog, I chose to get out and do some digging to prepare the vegetable gardens. Yesterday I hand tilled the soil waiting for pea seeds (covered with metal mesh to keep the rascally squirrels from digging them up), and the larger lower garden area that will host beans and cucumbers and zucchinis this year. Thankfully I have a massive dandelion patch in the middle of the pea/tomato garden area which will serve as a walking path...and since bees love dandelions it will help with pollination. I look at my gardens and see art. The plans for architecture on which the vining plants will grow; the tomato area; the beans; and a future plan for large vining plants like watermellon and squash at the very bottom of the gardens where grass currently grows. </span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv5g07zd2r04X1rjVD1lwZasAjpw90wiifPP6qGO-Agn9IfUZ7wffN6WvAoyeRZfOBjvY6xii5fMFGOkcP70ZHYsVLUiTmZAfAOjL5jfOtiXgqG4ssIpzzYidLDRXFqtlQFJp5Y1tdSLM/s2048/20210406_114650.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv5g07zd2r04X1rjVD1lwZasAjpw90wiifPP6qGO-Agn9IfUZ7wffN6WvAoyeRZfOBjvY6xii5fMFGOkcP70ZHYsVLUiTmZAfAOjL5jfOtiXgqG4ssIpzzYidLDRXFqtlQFJp5Y1tdSLM/w150-h200/20210406_114650.jpg" width="150" /></a></div>Of course my many flower gardens are art, and this year I filled them with fairies that I painted twoweeks ago. As we've heard "art is in the eye of the beholder". Well, I think gardening is most definitely an art and to all my writer friends and other indoor professionals when you get out in the garden let it be your art...let it ignite your imagination and try different ideas. A garden is an empty pallet waiting to be painted and sculpted and written into existence. I think I do most of my imagining for my stories in the garden. And I hope this blog encourages you to enjoy the time you have, even if it's just pots with plants or rock gardens...let your imagination run wild and have fun with it all.<p></p><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;">And while I know it's bad form to try and sell books all the time in blogs, it is my art. Writing pictures with words is my vocation, and I love it. I love sharing it. I love the world and characters that I have created and I hope you might want to purchase a copy and jump into the world I created. Have a blessed day and remember to always be the RESISITANCE to just existing...go out and LIVE!</p><p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/~/e/B01F7JNPVE" target="_blank"></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj4KzHuBjLxCPnUl6LlD3GnneDQ-CwSubxSlOR91Q_YLC-sx7gKs4mvJASb33WOo1CW-lOAwWs15DpmaZM6UWIlUky8mVoj5575n7VzdUFPFI8i_YK2IbqHlubNpzbsQDi2LZyPLkpPZo/s2048/soft+cover+book+III-300dpi-3125x4167.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj4KzHuBjLxCPnUl6LlD3GnneDQ-CwSubxSlOR91Q_YLC-sx7gKs4mvJASb33WOo1CW-lOAwWs15DpmaZM6UWIlUky8mVoj5575n7VzdUFPFI8i_YK2IbqHlubNpzbsQDi2LZyPLkpPZo/w150-h200/soft+cover+book+III-300dpi-3125x4167.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><br />Buy Books <p></p>Kim Bishophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15713869659898648933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043543639624845755.post-39561391919098859552021-03-29T09:31:00.014-04:002021-03-29T09:37:27.252-04:00Government Created Crisis<p> </p><div style="margin: 0in 0in 40pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Book Antiqua, serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr3u3-BpmehJYb16neanXlXQPvxXxkuuv7dQQNeTUxPHlNGOqLEB9kAzf6uTAuw3edvJixiFbT7seh984bZpKOXn8MhZdaqFfBL-jqNFyL0sMY0poiXafzC-Ce-d5Q7nQk0h2QFsIiwWw/s1320/Revelations+front+cover.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1320" data-original-width="1020" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr3u3-BpmehJYb16neanXlXQPvxXxkuuv7dQQNeTUxPHlNGOqLEB9kAzf6uTAuw3edvJixiFbT7seh984bZpKOXn8MhZdaqFfBL-jqNFyL0sMY0poiXafzC-Ce-d5Q7nQk0h2QFsIiwWw/w155-h200/Revelations+front+cover.gif" width="155" /></a></div><br />This is an excerpt from my first novel, "Resistance, The Revelations." I published this in 2011, but the setting is 2020. Different vaccine, but same outcome? You decide. Enjoy.</span></div></span></div><h1 align="right" style="margin-bottom: 40.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; margin: 0in 0in 40pt; text-align: right;"><span color="windowtext" style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; font-size: 24pt;">C</span><span color="windowtext" style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif;">HAPTER 4<o:p></o:p></span></h1>
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<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">Do not participate in the unfruitful
deeds of <o:p></o:p></span></p>
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faculties or his possessions.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">âJames Madison<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">Dateline September
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">Amanda Wright<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">oday the
United Global Heath Administration (UGHA) has acknowledged a strange uptake in
sterility cases among child bearing age women and men. According to
administrative minister, Catherine Sunsteen, the epidemic seems to be related
to complications from the H1N1 vaccines that were given ten years ago at the
height of the swine flu scare of 2009. UGHA scientists are currently studying
the problem. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">Sunsteen
stated, âWhile this is certainly sad for those women and men desiring children,
this is actually a positive thing. Weâve over-populated the Earth for
generations, and now perhaps, through this sad side effect, we can begin to
keep the human population in check. This will be seen as a positive thing by
future generations.â<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Short and
to the pointâŚexactly what any good reporter should do, </span></i><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">Thought Amanda Wright, a statuesque,
blonde, valley-girl. It was her first assignment for the new news organization,
Global News Network (GNN), and she intended to give it her best shot. While
writing news feeds for arrogant news anchors wasnât her dream job, as a veteran,
investigative journalist, it was a great honor to be chosen to be a part of the
initial phase of the global press corp. Who wouldâve thought after all the
upheavals of the early part of the century that the world would actually
mobilize as one united planet? A dream not shared by all, especially Americans
and Middle Eastern Countries, but none-the-less a reality. After the fall of the
American dollar and the collapse of western markets, not to mention the failed
attempt at Islamic world rule, there really wasnât anywhere to go except into
global oneness. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>âAmanda! Hurry up and get that copy sent
so we can get out of here,â called Rachel Vecler, a five foot seven, tom-boy,
with mid-length auburn hair and brown eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh, Jeeze! I
forgot to hit send,</span></i><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">
thought Amanda as she punched the key. âSorry! Iâm just so excited to be a part
of all this! The interview with Catherine Sunsteen was awesome.â<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>âCome, on. Donât you think itâs kinda
creepy? All those women and men being sterile? If you ask me, thatâs a story
worth digging into.â<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>âWhat are you talking about? Minister
Sunsteen said that they were looking into it. Besides, it is good that the
world will be less populatedâŚdonât you think? You science-types always read too
much into stuff.â<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>âScience-type? Since when donât
investigative journalists read too much into stuff? I really donât understand
how you canât be more curious. Why should we be deciding how many people is too
many? If you ask me, I keep wondering how the world is going to keep
functioning with less people. Granted, we donât need as many people in charge
as we used to, but we still need people to work.â<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>âWell, with the implementation of the updated
version of the old United Nationâs Agenda 21, I think people will be able to
produce all they need in a smaller area, so no, I donât think weâll need too
many more people. Heck, as an anthropologist Iâd think youâd be all for
population control, after all isnât that how nature has always taken care of
itselfâby reducing the number of people living in over populated areas?â<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>âOkay, you got me there, but was this
nature taking care of itself or a human mistake or plan to cause sterility in
the population? And you know, when populations dwindled in the past they were
built up again. What happens if we donât have enough of a population to sustain
society?â Pointing to the poster proclaiming the wonders of the new global
government initiative, Rachel continued, âWith the United Global States of the
Earth set up as the world government, it should be easy enough for the
sustainable development provisions to be implemented, but there are still
pockets of resistance, and if not enough people are born, we will have a hard
time having enough workers in 100 years. Sustainable development wonât be
sustainable without workers.â Folding her arms across her chest and shaking her
head, she continued, âThere are too many unanswered questions and Iâm afraid very
soon thereâll be another war.â <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>âAnother war?! The global meltdown of 2015
is something that will never be allowed to happen again. First, guns have been
made illegal except for the military, and hate speech is illegal. Second,
people seem to have accepted the new government and constitution and have
settled down. Of course, all the religious zealots are being taken care of
everywhereââ<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>âExcept
America and the Middle East.â<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>âWell, soon enough I think theyâll fall in
line. My father says things are coming together much better than anyone expected.
Some kind of thing going on in the desert of California, and the New Life
Foundation. I guess they merged with Techne-Corp and are planning to help
affect the changes coming with total sustainable development. Believe me, the
people at the top know what theyâre doing.â <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>âAnd whoâs going to be watching the people
at the top?â <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>âUmmmâŚIâm not sure. How about we quit
talking and think about going out on the town. I heard there is this new band
playing at The Music Bar tonightâŚsomething like Windy or The Wind or something
that has wind in it! You up for it?!â questioned Amanda, in her usual ADD way.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>âYeah, why not, Iâve got nothinâ better to
do!â<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>âGreat! Iâll see you at ten!â Skipping
away, Amanda added, âLater!â<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sighing and rolling her eyes, Rachel
called, âYeah, Later!â<o:p></o:p></span></p>Kim Bishophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15713869659898648933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043543639624845755.post-2452741334998970802021-03-15T11:28:00.001-04:002021-03-15T11:28:30.796-04:00What Comes Next???<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5-JDlrVoZje1EwlHN2h64pmVIhyphenhyphensIC0Rih5a8CRM23aPHZPYfJB_BzEbJ5jZ_jObCW8cFRQR_-5WuGOx4l8hXlFv84Y0PbpUcrLq1RqoKaauXGZu-OMOqRdfwHRXCqscrkLAdxqmXM7c/s900/483433_4599889047482_1729639012_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="678" data-original-width="900" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5-JDlrVoZje1EwlHN2h64pmVIhyphenhyphensIC0Rih5a8CRM23aPHZPYfJB_BzEbJ5jZ_jObCW8cFRQR_-5WuGOx4l8hXlFv84Y0PbpUcrLq1RqoKaauXGZu-OMOqRdfwHRXCqscrkLAdxqmXM7c/s320/483433_4599889047482_1729639012_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> Sorry for missing last week's blog (but hey, who really noticed). I was out trimming back bushes and plants while it was warm out and was just too tired to write when I came in for the evening. But today I am back, trying to keep my promise to write once a week...I guess you could say that I fell off the wagon last week. đ<p></p><p>Today I had a nice visit with an author friend, Jay Foreman--writer of comedy and children's books. He is one of my biggest fans and is always an encouragement to my writing journey. We are hoping to have a "book-con" once the Covid nonsense is over, so planning is a labor or love for us. We're hoping to have people dress in costumes of favourite characters, writer panels, discussions with authors, and of course book sales. It's something we've been talking about for a couple of years and hopefully will see come to fruition soon!</p><p>So many ideas have been churning in my head for writing ideas. Of course there's the next book series, but also some short stories and maybe even a children's series--something Jay could help me with. My problem really lies with getting to work. Most authors will say they have writers block, and I have experienced that, but what I'm feeling is more like writers enthusiasm. The stories are there waiting to be written, and if I sat down to do it they would come flowing out, but I just can't find the motivation to start the process. Maybe it's because it's spring and I'm getting ready for planting the gardens, maybe it's the cancel culture which has stripped out a lot of the joy of sharing stories with others, maybe it's pure laziness, I just am not sure.</p><p>I'd like to teach again...a writing course or how to publish, even a grammar course for children would be fun. I think the art of free thinking and learning to question would be a great class as well. Having a group art class or nature/gardening class would be doable too. But how does one go about it? I just have really no idea. Hmmm, maybe it's just the time of my life when a wander lust of the brain is beginning. </p><p>My biggest problem is that I really don't like being around large groups of people anymore. The tightrope of walking the line of "I don't give a crap" and "I don't want to offend" is exhausting and honestly not enjoyable. I miss the days when folks could sit and have discussions and debates without worrying about hurting someone's feelings. When you could say something offensive by accident and be corrected instead of being attacked. The world has changed so much in the past year, that it's basically unrecognizable, and honestly I don't like it. </p><p>"Wokeism" is destroying communication, life experience, and basic happiness. How can one be a writer when free speech is non existent and life experience consists of hiding away in your home or behind a mask. Not being able to meet freely to exercise your rights, but having to "Zoom" everything. No personal contact. I weep watching children being fed a load of fear and hiding behind masks under the guise of "loving others." It's nothing more than the enslaving of a whole generation and it makes me mad, and so many people have just accepted it that there's not left to do.</p><p>Every day I watch my country slipping farther away into nothing. I see freedom so hard fought for being binned without so much as regret. I see hopelessness everywhere, and people not even realizing it. My heart is breaking over and over as I imagine the life my grand daughter will have (or not have as it is). Perhaps the disillusionment will spur me to write. To once again get my frustrations out through pen and paper (or keyboard and word processor). I think putting my thoughts into this public blog has helped spur me to write again. For me, writing is cathartic and I think it's time for a bit of word therapy.</p><p>Thanks for taking the time to read my scribblings, it's amazing how putting thoughts to paper opens doors. Have a great week. Who knows, maybe next week's blog will be an update on my WIP (Works In Progress). </p><p>God bless you all, and check out <a href="http://www.kimsauthorspot.com" target="_blank">Resistance</a> before it gets cancelled.</p><p><br /></p>Kim Bishophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15713869659898648933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043543639624845755.post-67259230072213861452021-03-03T15:34:00.002-05:002021-03-03T15:34:51.876-05:00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ_Tirf171_eIvw9UHBHuaSe3gigyK2aXYOyJLkFfTnUI9xOG8lFf8RLTTHQl1zKUZ05MuH0bG1ed8_Upzfs3dzf2f244AoP_czlSyvH1kvOxcRCDSK_Tz-SfCsyC01hzjFJLKFgzKFvw/s2048/20210303_153011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ_Tirf171_eIvw9UHBHuaSe3gigyK2aXYOyJLkFfTnUI9xOG8lFf8RLTTHQl1zKUZ05MuH0bG1ed8_Upzfs3dzf2f244AoP_czlSyvH1kvOxcRCDSK_Tz-SfCsyC01hzjFJLKFgzKFvw/s320/20210303_153011.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Today is a gorgeous late winter day. The sun is shining warmly through the bare tree branches and illuminating the cedar trees creating a yellow glow around the dark green needles. The lawn is dappled in spring green waiting to flourish and a carpet of Emerald green moss covers a huge swath of the garden flaked by a worn out privacy fence and a hedge of bare rose of Sharon bushes. A dry river bed meanders through the grass and moss ending in the wooded evergreen cedar copse gracing the boundary of my back yard.<p></p><p>The birds have been flitting from feeder to trees and bushes, singing and showing their colours, waiting for the mating season to arrive. Titmice, cardinals, finches, chickadees, wrens, woodpeckers, jays, robins, nuthatches, and doves have been entertaining me as I enjoy the sun after a half day of trimming back a butterfly bush, spireas, echinacea, and nandina. Picking the right places to cut for summer blooming is enjoyable, but cleaning up sticks and removing them to piles for the birds and critters was exhausting. Watching the squirrels skitter about brings a smile to my face though and I am looking forward to future cutting back to enjoy the glorious creation of my God.</p><p>I have had a wonderful day so far. From my morning clean to an afternoon of visiting with a friend and enjoying tea and scones I am blissfully content. Soon my husband will be home for dinner and yet another friend is scheduled to stop by this evening for movie night and popcorn. So many things to be grateful for this day.</p><p>Tomorrow will bring soreness (getting old stinks) and probably more news of a world gone mad, BUT I guess life comes down to how we live it. In joy or sorrow...in fear or strength...with good friends or lonely users we create the life we have. So today, I wish everyone some peace. There is always something good to be found, so take a moment and let your reality be happy.</p><p>God bless y'all...and if you want to help out an unknown author to make her day just that tiny bit brighter check out my books at <a href="https://www.kimsauthorspot.com" target="_blank">www.kimsauthorspot.com</a></p>Kim Bishophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15713869659898648933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043543639624845755.post-52633569463406716422021-02-23T12:09:00.000-05:002021-02-23T12:09:08.986-05:00ALL LIVES MATTER<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaYJMK91sN5ZeI9OVOec4o1N20vJko2WoYJJGPNfzs6EMUmPAQ55yVgtcOQh0GEJL7nhjYjxCdX8iuM3eStCYzXMANDNS5i9VAhBOthzHHeSJCB19jaFI7nWGI8Ev8TvtpvA_dMWTSSHM/s1024/bible+verse+picture+stairs+going+up.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaYJMK91sN5ZeI9OVOec4o1N20vJko2WoYJJGPNfzs6EMUmPAQ55yVgtcOQh0GEJL7nhjYjxCdX8iuM3eStCYzXMANDNS5i9VAhBOthzHHeSJCB19jaFI7nWGI8Ev8TvtpvA_dMWTSSHM/w400-h300/bible+verse+picture+stairs+going+up.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Black Lives Matter. White Lives Matter. Brown Lives Matter. Tan Lives Matter. ALL LIVES MATTER.<p></p><p>Straight Lives Matter. Gay Lives Matter. ALL LIVES MATTER.</p><p>Christian Lives Matter. Muslim Lives Matter. Jewish Lives Matter. Hindu Lives Matter. New Age Lives Matter. ALL LIVES MATTER.</p><p>Poor Lives Matter. Rich Lives Matter. Middle Class Lives Matter. ALL LIVES MATTER.</p><p>Old Lives Matter. Young Lives Matter. Unborn Lives Matter. Mid-life Lives Matter. ALL LIVES MATTER.</p><p>North American Lives Matter. South American Lives Matter. Central American Lives Matter. Asian Lives Matter. African Lives Matter. Australian Lives Matter. European Lives Matter. ALL LIVES MATTER.</p><p>Healthy Lives Matter. Disabled Lives Matter. Sick Lives Matter. ALL LIVES MATTER.</p><p>IT'S TIME TO STOP LETTING THE GOVERNMENTS OF THE WORLD PUT US IN BOXES. IT'S TIME TO STOP LOOKING AT OUR DIFFERENCES AND ACCEPT OUR LIKENESSES. IT'S TIME TO STOP HATING PEOPLE BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT LIKE YOU. IT'S TIME TO RESIST EVIL AND EMBRACE GOOD.</p><p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Kim-Bishop/e/B01F7JNPVE?ref=dbs_m_mng_rwt_auth" target="_blank">Fight the good fight.</a><br /></p>Kim Bishophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15713869659898648933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043543639624845755.post-41730179261717328002021-02-15T15:31:00.002-05:002021-02-15T15:31:38.183-05:00What Do Authors Do Besides Writing?<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOGUgop2s_i0xAMQF3yDdy5K7AVSG71zFUDPfJPlitX4AIdYQgf_IMfYccJFd1FluYAwywmK21G9zNLmnHo3x3-ngMVJa7Zfa-kTpHFI3bIdcnhdFn9ehw6jlUhy86MSjmS7FeYOp0sfs/s1280/QVZlejNzRzlJcWZsaTFfYg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOGUgop2s_i0xAMQF3yDdy5K7AVSG71zFUDPfJPlitX4AIdYQgf_IMfYccJFd1FluYAwywmK21G9zNLmnHo3x3-ngMVJa7Zfa-kTpHFI3bIdcnhdFn9ehw6jlUhy86MSjmS7FeYOp0sfs/s320/QVZlejNzRzlJcWZsaTFfYg.jpg" /></a></div><br /> Do you ever wonder what authors do besides writing? I always pictured an author sitting at a computer (typewriter) everyday, just writing away. Sometimes stuck with writers block chewing on a pen or pencil trying to get momentum. In actuality authors (with small exceptions) have other jobs and write when they get a chance. Kind of like people who do arts and crafts, or musicians who jam when they have a moment, gardeners who love summer weekends in the garden, gamers who get entertainment from games, or sports fans who watch every game and know all the stats. We write because we like it...and if luck hits some of us we become famous and make money. đ<p></p><p>I am currently a full time home maker, but have been a town council member, teacher, day care provider, and mum and although I wish I could write all the time, I just don't have the time. Today I vacuumed, did dishes, roasted a squash, made scones, and tidied here an there. In a month or so I'll start getting the garden ready for planting, on top of doing the domestics and cooking. I'm also a grandma, so every other week I get to spend time with my grand daughter doing crafts, making up stories, and basically playing whatever comes to her mind. When do I write??? *sigh* When time allows.</p><p>As I wrote last week, I've been reading different genres and now the characters in my mind are beginning to come to life. So as I clean or cook or do whatever I am writing in my head. The pictures of what my characters are doing or could be doing play over and over. When I'm doing something a new idea will pop into my head and a new chapter begins. By the time I get to sit in front of the computer to write, it's gonna be epic!!! Now to find the time. hahaha.</p><p>I love the process of writing...imagination, giving way to characters, giving way to scenes that are totally different than I had planned orginally. While a painter has a brush and canvas or porcelain and a musician has an instrument and staffs, and a collector has places to fill, a writer has their mind and their computer/typewriter/paper and pen. We all create in our own ways. Writers paint pictures with words--how cool is that? đ I love writing and sharing my vision and ideas with others. Perhaps as I begin the new work I'll share the process and maybe sneak peaks.</p><p>Well now I have to go and get dinner going...we eat early because hubby commutes early in the morning and goes to bed early. I hope everyone who likes to create gets out and does it whenever possible. It's what keeps us going! As always remember to Resist! evil and strive toward good!</p><p><a href="http://www.kimsauthorspot.com" target="_blank">meet the resistance</a><br /></p>Kim Bishophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15713869659898648933noreply@blogger.com0