I Saw You at Church Today – Written by Blanca Jones

Dear Jesus,

I saw you at church today, in the upraised arms of a man as he worshiped our Father God.  As his words overflowed with love, singing to our Heavenly Father, I heard your voice.  As he swayed with joy filling his very spirit I saw yours within him.  I watched you my Lord, drawn by your love as you shun through the spirit of this man, whom I did not know.  I knew it was you.

I pointed you out to my young son who stood at my side and he too recognized you, his face lighting up with a genuine joyous smile.  I saw you in this man who so reminded me of my very own brother who I carry in my prayers.  You know him Jesus.  My heart began to yearn, then I heard you Lord as you spoke to me, “Your brother too will soon be as this man, filled with my spirit as he outwardly portrays his love in worship and upraised arms.  Be comforted my daughter, rejoice in the knowledge that I carry your brother in the palm of my hand.  You entered my heart and brought me peace.

I was moved to speak to this man as the morning service came to an end to tell him how his love for you touched my heart, how you radiated through his very being!  I had to tell him the blessing he was to me this morning.  I gave him my brief story, you know it, you heard it, you were there, and he gave me his.

Blanca Jones welcomes feedback on her writing and may be reached at blancajones@att.net.

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Art by Vera Tchikovani

Vera Tchikovani

Learn about the artist and her artwork at www.veratchikovaniartist.com.

Contact info: art@vtchikovani.com or vvt1794@comcast.net

Book Review: The Road to Guanajuato by Joe Livernois (Reviewed by Sarah Melton)

Sometimes reflection upon ones past is the best possible way to get a glimpse into ones future.  Mr. Livernois’ detailed and refreshingly candid account of a reunion with his 80 year old estranged father, The Road to Guanajuato, is a prime example of such.

Joe Livernois was the eldest child in a large Catholic family, with a severely bipolar father and a hardworking (and often self-sacrificing) mother.  They grew up fast in a flurry of fear, disappointment, uncertainty, and all the usual chaos that comes with living with a mentally unbalanced parent.  After a particularly mortifying encounter with his father in his adult life, they parted ways and remained estranged for nearly 23 years…until a series of events caused them to reconnect online, eventually leading to an apprehensive gathering of the Livernois siblings and thier father, to celebrate his 80th birthday – in the small, traditional village of Loma, Mexico.

Yes, he’s in Loma.  Not Guanajuato, the town his father had originally attempted to journey to, but the quirky, unexpected place he wound up.  Much like the writers own life and the lives of his siblings, this story isn’t about reaching the destination they were working towards, but the unexpected and often eye-opening experiences that can happen to make that previously sought destination seem well-nigh irrelevant by comparison.

The events of the trip, many of which involved attempts at entertainment interrupted by the uncontrolled outbursts of his infirm father, were not so much the driving force of the memoir as the emotions and insight gained during those times. The heart of the story was found amid the simplest of conversations, as well as the searching reflections on the authors own fears and insecurities as a parent & husband, his religious upbringing, and his perceptions of the people around him.  While not without bias in some respects (i.e. his views on Catholicism and his initial apprehension towards certain aspects of Mexican culture) it’s overall as honest and searching as an account this personal can be.

I especially respect the writer for the fairness in which he wrote of his father, making it less of a harrowing account of his more violent transgressions, a-la “Mommie Dearest” and more of a window into the mind of a bi-polar man, struggling to make a normal life for himself amid the flurry of manic “ups” and crushing “downs” that such a condition inflicts.  Throughout the visit, the writer managed to find a budding (albeit fragile) acceptance of the path his father had taken, and the friends he surrounded himself with.  He could see his father as he truly was, and not as the monster from his past – and with that sight and understanding, their relationship grew into something that – while far from perfect – was far more than he had hoped for upon starting the journey.

I highly recommend this memoir, available both in print and online (through the Monterey County Herald and other sites), to anyone who has felt the need to find a new connection with an estranged parent, to understand a mindset they couldn’t quite comprehend, and to find in their adult life a closeness with their family that they just couldn’t find in the relative madness of their youth.  In other words, I’d recommend it for just about anyone.

Purchase here: http://www.amazon.com/The-Road-to-Guanajuato-ebook/dp/B003N3UZHO


Sarah Melton is a published author.

Art by Azar Vaghefi

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Azar Vaghefi is a very passionate artist who depicts nature, color and light in her artwork. She is very inspired by the effect of sunlight when water runs on top of colorful stones, and she thrives to achieve the same magical feel through paint on canvas. She is also an expert on abstract expressionistic collage work. Her recent work incorporates a number of different materials on canvas. Layers of transparent paint over pieces of paper and fabric, creates a harmony with these objects and the canvas, uniting them in one highly expressive work of art. Graduating from Tehran Academy of Art, she got her PhD in Istanbul, Turkey. She had a number of exhibitions all over Iran, Turkey and the USA. Some of the galleries she works with include the Art People Gallery in San Francisco, Aspect Gallery and she was elected as the President of San Francisco Women Artists’ organization in April 2010. Currently she works in her studio in San Francisco. You can watch her TV interview in the following link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CfTpqf8L1aI

Azar Vaghefi
Blog: www.azar-vaghefi.blogspot.com
Contact Info: azarvaghefi3@gmail.com

Art by Queena Hernandez

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Queena Hernandez is an artist living and working in San Francisco, where she earned her MFA degree in painting at California College of the Arts. Inspirations for her watercolor pieces are particularly culled from ink and wash paintings, Japanese woodblock prints, and modern landscape design.

Exploring the idea of the unknown and the mythologies one creates in response, her work seeks to communicate an imagined world in a state of physical interruption. Drawing inspiration from natural disasters, 16th century explorers’ journals, science fiction, and the supernatural, she is interested in addressing issues regarding unexplained weather phenomena, the authority of nature, vulnerability of mankind, and humanity’s transition into a frighteningly unpredictable future.

www.queenahernandez.com

Excerpt from Pam Benjamin’s recent book, “The Pigeon Chronicles or Bike Messenger Assassins”

“Fuck man, I haven’t had a solid shit in three weeks.”  Bucket fell out of the bar bathroom steadying him self with the chewed and beaten booth. He had an unlit joint between his lips. “Whiskey shits are the shit.”  He meant “the shit” as a positive thing.

“Three weeks?  High class problems you got there. I’m going on three years.” Condor spun his back field plastic men in red before throwing the little white ball wildly into the slot.

Bucket scored from his goalie, again. “That’s me.  All class.  I’m one classy son of a shit.”

“Yeah, ass butter, man. That’s what I’m talking about.  Any shit is a satisfying one.” Condor tried to throw the white ball back in the slot and missed the table horribly sending it flying to the frowning morning tender.  He began to sing to a vague Cat Steven’s tune, “Morning ass-plosion, my tummy’s warning…”  He even warbled a sort of vibrato on “warning”.

“Yo, Streisand, I got your jazz hands and fake lashes in my bag if you wanna drag queen us outa here.”  Retch chuckled low at his own joke. “You dicks need to eat some fucking bird seed.  Get some god-damned fiber in your diet and stop your bitchin’. You gonna start the fucking game or what?”

The Pigeon Chronicles or Bike Messenger Assassins by Pam Benjamin
Published by Ink. San Francisco
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Opera San José’s Tosca: A review by Patsy Ledbetter

I sat in awesome wonder watching San Jose Opera’s glorious Opera, “Tosca” on Sunday afternoon, the 28th of November. The story of an opera diva brought down by the chief of Rome’s secret police, Tosca is dramatic and compelling.  The beautiful music, drama and passion were displayed breathtakingly by all of the cast.  The leading lady, Floria Tosca was portrayed by Rebecca Davis.  She captured the audience with Puccini’s lovely melodies.  Mario Cavaradossi, was brilliantly portrayed by Christopher Bengochea.  The evil Baron Scarpia was Torlef Borsting. His dramatic performance was captivating. Cesare Angelotti, the political prisoner was Krassen Karagiozov.  He was very convincing in his role.  Several adorable children were seen as alter boys. The the entire company was powerful every time they sang as a group.  The conductor, David Rohrbaugh was extremely entertaining as he managed to lead the orchestra magnificently.  Set designer, Erik Flatmo made each member of the audience give special attention to his art work. The costumes by Elizabeth Poindexter were especially beautiful and the lighting by Kent Dorsey was perfect.  I had a wonderful afternoon visiting the opera and am encouraging anyone interested to check out the next performance at the Opera San Jose during it’s 27th season.

www.operasj.org: Boxoffice@operasj.org

Patsy Ledbetter may be reached at patsyled@sbcglobal.net.