1 mama, 2 boys, 2 alpacas, 7 chickens, a fruit-bat-faced dog, and a fluffy black cat
Posted by Sue Jacintho On July 20, 2014
Kathy and I went to Paris and Rome in 2002. What a wonderful adventure we had!!
 Gargoyle atop Notre Dame |
 Sculpted Gardens in the Loire Valley |
 The Gates of Hell This is one of my favorite Rodin works, along with the Burghers of Calais. |
 Castle Door We took a tour of the Châteaux of the Loire Valley. It was glorious! |
The sense of antiquity in Italy is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
 The Colosseum |
 Somewhere in Rome |
Posted by Sue Jacintho On July 20, 2014
(written by my Grandpa)
| ‘Tis funny, dear
How life goes on When we are far apart For every time I leave you, dear I always leave my heart When the sky is cloudy up above And all the world seems blue I turn my thoughts to you and home And then the light shines through I never fear what lies ahead No matter where I roam For it’s just my empty body, dear My heart’s with you at home |
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Written by Carl G. Nelson, April 5, 1948 |
Posted by Sue Jacintho On July 20, 2014
(By my grandpa, Marine, hero, great man)
All the boys in service
Have a pinup girl or two
But Daddy, he has three of them –
There’s Dot and Pidge and Lou
Daddy wants his pinups
Just as much as other boys
And Daddy’s little pinups
Are his pride and greatest joys
He did not pin them on the wall
But put them in his heart
And he will always keep them there
And with them never part
Written by Carl G. Nelson, 1945
Posted by Sue Jacintho On July 20, 2014
(My thoughts on the meaning of Joy, written when my nephew Max was a baby.)
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Joy is the light that shines in Max’s eyes when he gurgles and smiles as I tickle him, hold him by his ankles and turn him upside down then right side up again. Joy is boundless, timeless, without restriction; it’s like Buzz Lightyear, reaching to infinity and beyond. It’s like a sunbeam, breaking through the clouds. Joy is freedom. Joy is being outside on a spring day when the sky is blue and the trees are budding, their leaves dancing to a light breeze. I close my eyes, lift my face to the sky, feel the cool air against my skin, and fill my lungs as full as I can. My heart swells and I capture the experience of peace, freedom, love, beauty, and contentment, all in that deep breath. For a moment I glimpse the comprehension of the enormity of God’s creation. Joy is the thankfulness in my heart for the knowledge that my family is alive, safe, and well. Joy is the thankfulness in my heart that I have a family. Joy is the thankfulness in my heart for my family who have love in their lives. Joy is the thankfulness in my heart for my own personal restored hope. Joy is not something that someone can give me (or take from me). Joy is an expression, or product, of love. Without love, there can be no joy. With love, there may be no joy, because Joy is a choice. Joy is the light that shines in Max’s eyes because he is pure and innocent and loves without condition. My personal Joy on a scale of 1 to 10 is 3.14159, mostly because I tend to allow myself to be distracted by the cares of this world. To increase Joy, I should be less selfish and more like Max. One could categorize LifeExperiences as ThingsThatPlease and ThingsThatAnnoy, then apply an appropriate and meaningful weighting factor to each category. Let the WeightingFactor for ThingsThatPlease be 100, and for ThingsThatAnnoy it shall be 0.01. The MentalAttention given to a particular LifeExperience shall be the LifeExperience*WeightingFactor, thus for ThingsThatPlease, the MentalAttention should be 10,000 times as much as it would be for ThingsThatAnnoy. With one’s mental attention focused more on pleasing things, one might be more inclined toward thankfulness and happiness. With a mind thusly inclined, one might be more likely to choose Joy. |
| Written by S. C. Kim, 25 Apr 01 |
Posted by Sue Jacintho On July 20, 2014
(My thoughts on agency fees…)
| Who has time to make a rhyme?
I know I don’t, so I guess I won’t. It’s not being old that gave me this cold, and you shouldn’t scoff when I have to cough. Now I’ve lost my voice, which wasn’t my choice. If I try to talk, all I get is a squawk. But it’s more like a squeak, and I sound like a freak! The meatloaf for dinner won’t make me thinner, and I shouldn’t have swallowed the turkey that followed. It’s not too late to compensate. I could go to the gym and try to get slim. There’s daylight left for weights to heft. I could take a bike ride, but I’ll let that one slide. I think that instead I will lie on my bed, or else tv I’ll watch while drinking some Scotch. It puts a nice coat on the back of my throat. I’ll let this food settle, then I’ll put on the kettle, and boil some water for Mom’s middle daughter. It would be common for her to have Ramen, and poach a few eggs while stretching her legs. She’ll be home soon, humming a tune, but she’ll likely be tired – Hey that reminds me — I could get fired! Yes it’s true, I should probably sue. I have until tomorrow, and it fills me with sorrow, to pay union dues, or this peon they’ll lose. Should I sign that dotted line for payroll deduction and paycheck reduction? Why’s it so hard, to send in that card? I could abstain, perhaps to my gain, but I don’t really know, if I’m ready to go. Really I’m not, I’ve given it thought. There’s more to be learned before the bridges are burned. What would they do if they didn’t have Sue? Who am I kidding, they’ve done their last bidding. I’m but a drop in the bucket, so I should say F*%$ it! Who said that? I smell a rat! Sue would never talk like that! |
| Written by S. C. Kim, 28 Sep 00 |
Posted by Sue Jacintho On July 20, 2014
| What’s it all about
Knowing, yet not knowing Day by day Living as a Fool Hope is the risk I take Faith is a ship for Fools And sailing onward I go Daring to dream Roulette with my heart My very life Torn by the struggle Raging deep within Truth versus doubt Who holds the upper hand? The stakes are high Or are they? For what is lost Other than pride To surrender pride Is no loss At all And there remains the reward Spoil to the victor If a victor there be If I win I win all If I lose It is but pride And pride is for fools |
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Written by S. C. Kim, 16 May 94 |
Posted by Sue Jacintho On July 20, 2014
(Quintessentially pathetic and hilarious)
| Cruel hands hewed an axe through my sternum
Cruel hands clutched either side and wrenched it apart Cruel hands wrapped icy fingers about my heart Cruel hands squeezed until my soul oozed out Cruel hands dashed the tattered remains to the ground And as the shattered pieces of my being lay scattered He with the cruel hands laughed Are all hands as cruel as his? |
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Written by S. C. Kim, 1989 |
Posted by Sue Jacintho On July 20, 2014
| You are the sun
Greeting the world with Love’s warm glow You are the oak A pillar of strength standing tall and proud You are a breeze Gently your whispers caress the soul You are the rock Alone in a sea of merciless waves You are the river Giving yourself so that others may grow For all you have done For what I’ve become I thank you Mom |
| Written by S. C. Kim, October 1986 |
Posted by Sue Jacintho On July 20, 2014
| Living in a shadow
Waiting for a sign Dreams are not reality But dreams I hope to find Cast away from time Adrift upon the sea A restless cloud of turmoil Writhes inside of me Lonely in the dark Seeking for the Light Great Expectations lost Captured by the night Tears like morning dew Trickle from my eyes It’s time to face the morning And kiss the dreams goodbye |
| Written by S. C. Kim, 1980s |
Posted by Sue Jacintho On July 20, 2014
| He is the Sculptor
The man who speaks to God He has a task, he has a purpose Thus saith the Lord, “Keep the Brethren” He is the Sculptor Music shall take its form And reveal her mystery He drinks of her morning song Within her light he bathes He is the Sculptor He sees the shape take form Accepting nothing less Than perfection itself Relentlessly he persists He is the Sculptor The man who would admire Howbeit not within his grasp Yet he would to touch, he would to know To unveil the structure supreme He is the Sculptor He sees the shape take form Accepting nothing less Than perfection itself Relentlessly he persists |
| Written by S. C. Kim, 1992 |
Posted by Sue Jacintho On July 20, 2014
| To feel Love is to know Beauty
To feel Joy is to know Love To feel Happiness is to know Joy To see Light is to feel Happiness To know Beauty is to see Light |
| Written by S. C. Kim, Feb 88 |
Posted by Sue Jacintho On July 20, 2014
| In solitude you ponder The history of the ages As it happened then As it happens now This living experience We all share Intersections What then Live Joyfully |
| Written by S. C. Kim, 8 Jul 94 |
Posted by Sue Jacintho On July 20, 2014
The Old School
Back in the day, I owned this incredible old school building in Harrison, Idaho. It was built in 1909 and had 3 stories, with about 10,000 square feet of room to roam. There were lofty dreams of remodeling it into a bed and breakfast and leaving the corporate rat race, but they never materialized. Even so, my family enjoyed several wonderful summer reunions, and we created a commemorative painting each year.
Kim Family Reunion Painting, 1999
Harrison is a teeny tiny town, nestled on the shores of Lake Coeur d’Alene. It was a wonderful place for a family reunion. Kids could roam free, swim and play in the lake, play in the old gym, jam in the music room, and dine in the cafeteria. Oh, such great memories!
Here is the painting we made in 1999. There is a sort of abstract outline of “1999” and each person who attended the reunion could paint whatever they wanted in the area they chose. We had such great times working on our painting and hanging out with each other.
Posted by Sue Jacintho On July 11, 2014
I know that he knows
Just as I know
The veil was lifted from my eyes
And suddenly I saw
That which had merely
Tickled my mind
From time to time
A passing thought
A whim
Oh sweet revelation
Yet a Mystery
For how could it be
That we would find it here
When years have passed
And yet how could we
Not have known!
The dream I’ve always dreamed
The prayer I’ve always prayed
God alone appoints the time
When our hearts
Shall be prepared
I see him through opened eyes
But for a moment
In fear I closed my eyes
To discard the fanciful thought
If notion it be
Yet it tickled
It knocked at my heart’s door
So open my eyes I did
And gently watching him
I saw that he knew it too
I saw that he closed his own eyes
In fear as well
Taken by surprise
To wonder
How could we not have seen before?
And looking on I found
That fear had crept back in
Until peace dispelled it
And cast it far away
For this I know
And know it well
That nothing interferes
With God’s will
I shall trust in Him
For He will appoint the time
And make straight our paths
And bring our lives
Together
Binding our hearts
In the Glory of Love
Forever
My heart leaps for joy
I can hardly contain
And so I wonder
What now?
For I know that we were made
To become one together
Yet cannot yet see
How it shall come to pass
But I can wait
For this I know
That God appoints the time
And makes straight the path
Which brings our selves
Together
With Him in Love
Forever
And I know that he knows
Just as I know
Written by S. C. Kim, 19 Aug 92