A Penny’s Worth

 Johnny found an Indian head penny

under the seat in his truck

yellow Chevy 

primer paint

 

Hey, sis, you want this?

You could put it on a chain.

 

these thirty years later

I wonder about its worth

Red Coin Book says

it isn’t valuable, not rare

 

those book people don’t know

 

It’s a portal to see

Johnny

still seventeen

shiny brown eyes

shaggy hair

 

what might 

he have been?

*dedicated to my brother.

 

 

 

Meet Darcy, an INFP

woman lying on bed with two cats
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Fi=Feeling Introverted in the hero position means that the INFP KNOWs what she values, what’s important to her and she is guided by this. She may not verbalize it until one of those values is violated, but above all, she knows. Sometimes, she may immediately be put off by a person or situation without being able to put her finger on the reason why. 

Ne=Intuition extraverted in the parent function or responsible function holds her hero in check and allows the INFP to be quietly spontaneous, open ended and creative. 

Si=Sensing introverted. INFPs have a childlike need to be comfortable. It also causes the INFP to be somewhat of a collector and keep a data reference, howbeit, because their aspiration function is Te, their organizational system may look like total chaos to an outside observer.  

Te=Thinking extraverted-INFPs again INFPs have a unique system of order that works for them alone.

 

Darcy wears the same style of clothes almost everyday. She has about three brands of clothing that she will wear in about five colors. She buys everything in those brands and colors. She always wears comfortable tennis shoes or black leather shoes. She always wears the same kind of jeans and the same style of shirt. She wears her hair the same way the majority of the time, as well.

She runs an antique store in an old building on the edge of town. Inside her building, the paint is peeling, books and antiques are stacked to the ceiling and it smells like an old library. Darcy never uses scented candles, air freshener or any artificial smells. Every isle is filled with items that are unique, quaint or just plain odd.

A big gray cat often sleeps on a chair behind the check-out counter and another cat, a yellow one, has claimed the window sill facing the street. A third cat inhabits the back porch of her shop where she hired someone to build him a little house. She feels a special connection to the cats and has several more at her home. She feels they are more honest than people and she had rather have a conversation with them than with most humans.

Around the shop there are several signs that say “Do not spray.” Being an avid plant and wildlife lover, she is trying to protect her innocent wildflowers and the butterflies and hummingbirds that visit them from the thugs the city sends out to keep weeds under control.

Darcy loves art, poetry and anything having to do with the paranormal. She is highly involved in aura reading, out-of-body experiences, ghost hunting (she belongs to a group of paranormal investigators) and chakras. She writes poetry and has a large collection in a various boxes. She remembers which poems are in which boxes by the colors of their lids.

She doesn’t like “fake” people and is selective of her friend. She enjoys quiet time and spends her days off with a good friend, foraging for rare things to put in her shop. Darcy knows immediately if she likes someone or not and if she doesn’t, she won’t care to be around them anymore than she has to be. She is the same way with food, clothes and most other things. She knows immediately what she likes and can quickly send it through a pass or fail test.

She does not like rigid schedules and likes to keep her options open for discovery. She often plays around in the store, coming up with unique display combinations. Darcy has a good memory and a keen eye for detail. She can tell if a piece is authentic or fake within minutes, sometimes seconds.

She doesn’t have a lot of friends, maybe four people, that she feels close to. She also doesn’t like hot weather, background music, artificial smells, clothes that have stitching she can feel, air fresheners, body lotions with scent, shampoo with too much lather, make-up, hairspray, perfume, shoes that she can feel on her feet, collars, ruffles, lace, leather, flip-flops or chap stick, along with many other things. She collect things that hold fond memories for her.

All her life, she has felt misunderstood and all she has ever wanted was for people to just leave her alone, accept her the way she is, stop trying to force her to “play nice” and be like everybody else.

She recently started dating a musician who has been putting music to some of her poetry and is planning to record a collection of her work as songs.

Darcy’s cognitive preferences are those of an INFP and while not all INFPs are exactly like Darcy, they do all have certain things in common:

  1. INFPs know what they like and dislike.
  2. INFPs are creative.
  3. INFPs are good at making inferences and connections.
  4. INFPs are sensitive to what makes them uncomfortable, whether it be physical, emotionally or spiritually.
  5. INFPs are quick to spot “what is wrong” with anything (sometimes–anyone) but may be completely unaware of their own appearance or physical environment.
  6. INFPs are collectors of information, be it photos, memoirs, mementos, etc.
  7. INFPs have their own unique organizational systems.

Never Underestimate a Woman

28There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free man, there is neither male nor female; for you are all one in Christ Jesus. 29And if you belong to Christ, then you are Abraham’s descendants, heirs according to promise.

I believe in the spirit realm that we are all equal regardless of our gender or shade of skin. All the trappings of gender issues are man-made, not God-made. Sure there are biological differences between men and women,  but the truth is that honor is not bound by gender. Dreams are not bound by gender. Having a purpose is not bound by gender. Faith, courage, nobility, intelligence and personal values are not bound by gender. Your worth as a human being and to society is not bound by your gender.

I remember hearing teachings in church when I was a teenager that left me feeling sad that I’d been born a female. I sometimes felt like that without saying it outright people actually believed that God valued men more than women. Certainly, some societies did and still do. And yes, that makes me angry.

It bothered me that a God who was supposed to be just and kind could love one kind of person more than another when we didn’t even get to choose which kind of body we lived in. That seemed like loving people who lived in big houses more than people who lived in small houses and to me that seemed awfully narrow-minded for such a “big” God.

Women have made enormous contributions to history and society. They just haven’t always been reported.

Consider this:

without Suzanna Wesley there would be no Methodist Church. She taught Charles and John Wesley to read before the age of five. She was extremely intelligent and highly literate.

without Joan of Arc French battle strategies would not have evolved.

without Sacajawea Lewis and Clark would have utterly failed. She was the bravest one, the most enduring one in that crew and she did it with a baby strapped to her back.

without Pocahontas the greedy gold grubbers of Jamestown would have all died of starvation.

without Rahab the whore, Ruth the pauper and Mary the teenage mother, Jesus Christ would never have been born. There would be no Christianity.

without Ester, the harem girl, the Jewish nation would have been slaughtered.

without Boudicca the people of Ireland and England might never have driven out the Roman Empire.

without sixteen-year-old Sybil Ludington, Paul Revere’s warning may not have been enough. He wasn’t the only one who rode that night. There was a young woman who was just as brave. She simply didn’t get printed in most history books.

without Rebecca Boone, Daniel’s kids would have starved. While he was gone for two years at a time (and got one of his sons killed by dragging him off into the wilderness,) she hunted game (like deer), carried it home herself, skinned it, cooked it and fed ten kids. Daniel got the recognition, but Rebecca was the hero.

without Lozen Geronimo’s stand might not have been as impactful.

without Elizabeth Jennings African Americans would not have been allowed to ride on New York street cars until much later than 1860. She went to jail a century before Rosa Parks and for the same reason, standing up for rights.

without Rosa Parks the freedom movement might never have been born. Martin Luther King Jr.’s dream might never have come to be.

without Clara Bardin there would be no Red Cross.

without Mary Shelley, Frankenstein wouldn’t exist.

without Madame Curie, where would nuclear physics be now?

without Nancy Grace Roman there probably wouldn’t be a Hubble.

without Chien-Shiung Wu there would be no atomic bomb. Although, she didn’t receive credit for it, her work made it possible to develop a process that separated uranium metal into isotopes through a process known as diffusion. This led to an increase in the amount of uranium that could be used as fuel for atomic bombs.

So, whether we are male or female, we can live with honor and courage and respect. We can walk in kindness and love and it is never anything to be ashamed of for wanting to do what we believe is the right thing.

 

One of the Most Beautiful Songs I’ve Ever Heard, the legend of St. Patrick in a song.

Few songs have touched my heart like this one has. To me, Irish music moves the soul, stirs the spirit and I feel that of all the gifts Ireland has given the world (and there are many) her music is most penetrating.

Be Thou Vision

Copied from description from Eden’s Bridge:

“Therefore, on that day when I was rebuked, as I have just mentioned, I saw in a vision of the night a document before my face, without honour, and meanwhile I heard a divine prophecy, saying to me: ‘We have seen with displeasure the face of the chosen one divested of name.’ And he did not say ‘You have seen with displeasure’, but ‘We have seen with displeasure’ (as if He included Himself) . He said then: ‘He who touches you, touches the apple of my eye.'”– Saint Patrick

Old Irish: Rop tú mo baile, a Choimdiu cride: ní ní nech aile acht Rí secht nime. Rop tú mo scrútain i l-ló ‘s i n-aidche; rop tú ad-chëar im chotlud caidche. Rop tú mo labra, rop tú mo thuicsiu; rop tussu dam-sa, rob misse duit-siu. Rop tussu m’athair, rob mé do mac-su; rop tussu lem-sa, rob misse lat-su. Rop tú mo chathscíath, rop tú mo chlaideb; rop tussu m’ordan, rop tussu m’airer. Rop tú mo dítiu, rop tú mo daingen; rop tú nom-thocba i n-áentaid n-aingel. Rop tú cech maithius dom churp, dom anmain; rop tú mo flaithius i n-nim ‘s i talmain. Rop tussu t’ áenur sainserc mo chride; ní rop nech aile acht Airdrí nime. Co talla forum, ré n-dul it láma, mo chuit, mo chotlud, ar méit do gráda. Rop tussu t’ áenur m’ urrann úais amra: ní chuinngim daíne ná maíne marba. Rop amlaid dínsiur cech sel, cech sáegul, mar marb oc brénad, ar t’ fégad t’ áenur. Do serc im anmain, do grád im chride, tabair dam amlaid, a Rí secht nime. Tabair dam amlaid, a Rí secht nime, do serc im anmain, do grád im chride. Go Ríg na n-uile rís íar m-búaid léire; ro béo i flaith nime i n-gile gréine A Athair inmain, cluinte mo núall-sa: mithig (mo-núarán!) lasin trúagán trúag-sa. A Chríst mo chride, cip ed dom-aire, a Flaith na n-uile, rop tú mo baile.

Modern Irish: Bí Thusa ‘mo shúile a Rí mhór na ndúil Líon thusa mo bheatha mo chéadfaí s mo stuaim Bí thusa i m’aigne gach oiche s gach lá Im chodladh no im dhúiseacht, líon mé le do ghrá Bí thusa ‘mo threorú I mbriathar ‘s i mbeart Fan thusa go deo liom is coinnigh mé ceart Glac cúram mar Athair, is éist le mo ghuí Is tabhair domsa áit cónaí istigh i do chroí

English: Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart; Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art. Thou my best Thought, by day or by night, Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light. Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word; I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord; Thou my great Father, I Thy true son; Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one. Be Thou my battle Shield, Sword for the fight; Be Thou my Dignity, Thou my Delight; Thou my souls Shelter, Thou my high Tower: Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power. Riches I heed not, nor mans empty praise, Thou mine Inheritance, now and always: Thou and Thou only, first in my heart, High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art. High King of Heaven, my victory won, May I reach Heavens joys, O bright Heavens Sun! Heart of my own heart, whatever befall, Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.