#JusJoJan Daily Prompt – Jan. 15th/17 – Mercy

This week I’m stepping back to read more of the wonderful posts by other bloggers. I plan to take a Time Out from politics and Donald Trump’s Inauguration. Here’s one post that moved me enough to want to re-blog.



I guess it was anger that triggered it
Never knew the reason for tit for tat
The double assault with no mercy
There’s no way for us to flee

It was easy to say we were not the same types
People moan, grumble, groan and gripe
Fuelling the list of enemies or adversaries
Could we settle this and be friends?

Six days of never ending war
Smoke rising, wreckage charred
Where do we go from here?
Stop! I plead with a tear

mercy, mercy
I’m flawed
tired and weary of life’s struggles
I come to you for forgiveness
my Lord
have mercy
I plead

I’m nothing
without you
have mercy on me, my Lord
I’ve realised my mistakes, mercy, mercy
please do
what’s best
for me

forgive me
my sins
I promise to follow you, Lord
for without you, I am nothing
show me
the way
my Lord

For: #JusJoJan…

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January 14 – What Would Jesus Do

No matter how we express our faith; no matter what religion or no religion; as we move along in this life we can all unite together to make this a better world. ❤



The Lord replies, “I have seen violence done to the helpless, and I have heard the groans of the poor. Now I will rise up to rescue them, as they have longed for me to do. ” Therefore, Lord, we know you will protect the oppressed, preserving them forever from this lying generation, even though the wicked strut about, and evil is praised throughout the land. (Psalm 12:5,7-8)

Read: Genesis 30:1-31:16, Matthew 10:1-23, Psalm 12:1-8, Proverbs 3:13-15

Relate: What would Jesus do?

I wish you could meet Joe. Well, his name isn’t really Joe but because of what he does, I am not going to share his real name. He works with Doctors Without Borders. Officially he is here from another country to volunteer as a doctor in one of the nearby refugee camps. Unofficially, he spends quite a bit of time, how shall I say it… visiting friends a bit further…

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Me in the Middle of Love/Hate for Social Media

I’m trying!  I really am!

My niece introduced me to Snapchat at a family get-together and I got to go on a Snapchat visit when she snapped this pic of me and my sister.  I love it!!  I even cropped the picture to use as my profile pic on Facebook.  And I know it was the first and last visit to Snapchat that I’ll ever make.  🙂

I’m really trying to understand social media.

It might be just a ‘January Slump’.  I’m finding myself annoyed that I’ve lost hours just scrolling through Facebook.  It seems the aftermath of Election 2016 has  slowed down the enthusiasm for Facebook.  Is it just me?  Or is there anyone else out there who’s finding less postings and interaction?  Are we getting burned out?

 I love Facebook for the connection to my sons and families.  I like it for the news feed that gives me my favorite FB Pages every day.  The fact that I can take an art journaling workshop online and connect with other artists from all over the world is amazing!  I belong to the Artists’ Journal Workshop Facebook Page and connect with 22,689 other artists.  This is all good.  

The only other social media I’m using is Blogging on WordPress.  This month I’ve got writer’s block and I’m determined to stay with my commitment of a post each week.  It’s getting tough!  I’ve been blogging for a year now and have loved this experience!  I’ve met some amazing people on WordPress and learned a lot of positive things from their posts.  What do you do when you’ve reached a slump?  Is it just because I’m moving in another direction right now?  Anyone have any suggestions for Blog Challenge Hops to fill in until I get back my groove?

I’m trying!  I really am!

This Love/Hate thing I’ve got going on with social media has got me wondering.  Am I balancing my life and using social media to serve my goals or is social media hooking me with the same addiction that watching too much TV can do?  …. Or having your nose buried in a book or newspaper can do?  Doesn’t anything become a numbing addiction if we don’t know enough to stop, look up and get out there and experience real life?

“You have a finite existence and a set number of days………………………”

Look Up

Me in the Middle of Letting Go 2016>Welcome 2017 (#FlashBack)

It’s FlashBack Friday ~ A time of the month where you can republish an old post of yours that maybe didn’t get enough attention, or that you’re really proud of, or you think is still relevant etc.  This Blog-Go-Round is hosted by Jemima Pett and originally introduced by Michael D’Agostino from A LIFE EXAMINED.  That’s where you’ll find the rest of the participants or to join up yourself.

The post I’ve chosen for this month first appeared on ME IN THE MIDDLE on September 12, 2015.  To see the original comments to that post you can click on the title  ~ Poems and Sketches ~ below to be taken to the original post. 

I chose this post because I’m letting go of the old year 2016 and welcoming the new year 2017.  The poems were written by a friend who came into my life at just the right time and inspired me to let go of the past and make room for new and better things in my life.  My sketches were inspired by his poems and, joined together, they represented an opening up in my life to a new sense of joy and promise.  What better reminder for me as I close the door on 2016 and step through into the promise and hope of the New Year?  “Letting go can be your best friend.”


 Hope Beyond All Hope

Lovers of the world, unite
Bound to Creator’s vision bright
That even these our darkest nights
Become the light, become the light

Fashion all you can create
That delights the one who incarnates
And links himself to the same fate
As we sleepers who must rise to wake

(Click on the link below to hear the song)

Hope Beyond All Hope



Poems and Sketches


Letting Go

(c) Mary Lou Q

 Letting Go

Letting go – Is a place;
Is a time; Is a space.
Letting go – Sometimes a pain;
Sometimes numbness; Sometimes gain.

Letting go –
of the memories that are bad;
Of the arguments we had; Of times that were sad.
I let go of those things; Of those times; Of the zings.

Instead, I choose not to ever lose;
And I will retain those things where we gain.
Smiles and laughter; Creation and elation;
Security and maturity; With these make a nation.

Letting go isn’t easy;
And, yet, we know It’s the path to take
– From the learning we grow.

So – let go . . . Of what fails thee;
Focus on what enthralls thee.
There is a beginning to each end;
Letting go can be your best friend.

Arthur Rashap


Seasons Sketch #3 Cropped

(c) Mary Lou Q

Season’s Song

When I leave this body, My aura, more spoor
May I be like Autumn’s leaves: Multi hued, flaming.
Set in clear contrast to that awesome blue sky
On a cloudless day in Fall,
Attracting and reflecting the sun,
Low in the heavens as it rises and sets.

  When I “die”, remember me as the one on a Quixotic Quest,
Searching for meaning. Feeling alone and apart,
Swimming in the context of Love’s eternal soup.
The seasons of the year, like the seasons of life,
Have been given to us as paper and paint
To create our picture of time’s journey.

And, what is time but some made-up measure
So we can box experiences. Storing them on the Shelf of Life.
Ah! Autumn, when we can harvest the fruits of lifelong learning;
Of lifelong yearning.
When all the “this’s” and all the “that’s” line up,
Coming together.

And, all the colors of thought and deed
Do come together to flash as Rainbow
No longer whispering,
But making a bald, bold statement:
Live, harvest, expire
Be, be in each moment.

Winter: The bare, still, colorless cold.
Time: Is this a season for passing?
Or rather, a season for resting?
The pause in the cycle of creation;
The contemplation, the stock-taking
Before ONE’s re-borning?

Winter: Season for preparing; For recycling
The re-coiling. Springing forth.
Ah! Listen! Regard!
The seasons sing; Life’s stages harmonize.
We, in the end, are ONE
And Love is the answer.

Arthur Rashap



We sit in a circle,
Breathing in the smoke of elderhood
As we watch the flame reflect life’s turnings.

At first, there was the time Spring:
The time for springing forth,
full of energy, dreams, desires;
Tilling, planting, cultivating
Wide-eyed and impressionable
As we now see it In life’s rear-view mirror.
Greening turned to
 the full colors
and active buzzing of our Summers.
Life was like the circus performer
running back and forth,
Spinning so many plates
on sticks overhead;

Did it matter that some fell and shattered?
What was growing then, so important, bursting forth:
Bearing all kinds of fruit,
Now changes as viewed
through the glory of Autumn’s colors.

  Let us luxuriate, making new tracks in the colors of Autumn,
 Celebrating the days past; The work done.
Time to share the harvest.
  Our seeds now drop, Some to take root
Even as Winter stills the cycle,
 Covering the fields that once were plowed and yielding.
There is fresh space, Time is stretched,
Memories bring smiles And “Ah Ha’s!”
We sit in a circle
 around the fire,
Fashioning solutions from the smoke of memory
And the joyous living that was/is our lives.


Arthur Rashap


Nature and Soul NYC #2

(c) Mary Lou Q

NYC Weekend

The most exciting thing in New York City
Is the robin building her nest outside the kitchen window
where I am staying.

One can bring nature and soul
Into any nest – Anywhere.
Pile in the shining leaves –
Create a hiding spot underneath.
Weave pieces of string into a nest that is “home.”

The most exciting thing in New York City
Is the robin affirming life by building her nest
Outside the kitchen window.
Noises, graces, shops, cafes, taxis, get-aways;
Couples sparking; Unimaginable diversity:
Museums, universities, slums and alums
If you can’t find it here it ain’t anywhere.

The most exciting thing in New York City
Was the feeling that the robin gave me:
A feeling of being safe and secure,
In the tree outside the kitchen window.
Two weeks’ salary to park your cars;
Anything you could want ain’t very far
Except perhaps Nature’s balm,
Babbling brook’s sound,
Senses becalmed.

People, faces, noises, graces, shops, cafes, taxis,
Sirens, barking, sirens, hawking;
Shopping, charging, pushing, bargaining;
Humanity spilling out everywhere;
Their hearts, their souls, their cares.
If you can’t find it here, it ain’t anywhere.

The most memorable thing in New York City this weekend
Is to know that a robin is building her nest
Outside the kitchen window.

Arthur Rashap


Mariposa #4

(c) Mary Lou Q


 Winged friend: Mariposa;
You flew circles
while I waited for love to arrive.
You incarnated in each place
Cupid-playing while bathing in the vibes
Of love’s unfolding.

Winged friend: Mariposa; You were there,
Trailing twinkles and love dust
Wherever we looked.

Dear Mariposa,
Winged friend. Love’s messenger.
Come fly on the bosom of enchantment.
You have earned a place in our hearts.

Arthur Rashap


 Watercolor Sketches ~ © Mary Lou Q

*Special acknowledgement and thanks to Arthur Rashap for his support in my putting together this website.*

The Friday Five: Christmas Songs

Just for fun! Merry Christmas! 🙂 ❤

The Sound of One Hand Typing

Originally, I was going to make this “Christmas Songs With ‘Silver’ In The Title,” but after the first two I couldn’t think of any, so this is just a few Christmas songs that I’ve seen on other blogs, or favorites, or goofy tunes… Be patient, I have a cold.

Silver Bells – Bob Hope and Marilyn Maxwell This is from the 1951 movie The Lemon Drop Kid. The song had been written in 1950, so it was still new. William Frawley, who sings his own version of the song as “Gloomy Willie,” was also in the 1934 non-musical The Lemon Drop Kid with Lee Tracy and Helen Mack, though he played a different part.

Silver and Gold – Burl Ives From the Rankin-Bass Christmas special Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer. One of my favorite songs from that show.

Little Drummer Boy – Pentatonix Another beautiful rendition of a Christmas…

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