Time Experience Thoughts

Mothers of Eve, Expansion  By Scott L. Vanatter, May 8, 2016, Mother’s DayPoem for Carrie and Sydney -- and their Mother. (Original minimalist version written November 15-17, 2015.) Like their Mother: Three Agencies INHERENT  Deep within each of them exits their very own, individual Inherent Agency.    Since time immemorial they have possessed this power.   It propels them on. Choosing. Acting. Becoming.    Because they exist, it is there. It was always there. It is always there. It will always be there.     This uncovered power reveals their very own personal eternal yearning.      Yearning for good, for improvement, for progression. (Having been Prepared from Eternity, they are now Fulfilling their Destiny, and Forging their Eternal Identity. // Chosen they are. They act with real Intent. Freely they Consent to eternal verities. In Descending to Earth, they Ascend to Heaven. Having been Sent, they prepare and send ...

Mothers of Eve  Scott L. Vanatter, November 15-17, 2015, Poem for Carrie & Sydney (and their Mother) Like their Mother I. Inherent (Agency) Prepared from Eternity Fulfilling her Destiny Forging her Identity   Chosen, Intent, Consent   Descent, Ascent   Sent What can be seen, she sees Perceiving even the unseen Turning the Key   Precision, Decision   Knowledge   Vision II. Inherited (Agency) Choice(s) pondered Outcomes considered Decisions remembered   Creation, Pilgrim, Children   Kingdom, Queendom   Wisdom    Courage -- enough and to spare III. Acquired (Agency) Experience (authentic), her empowerment Fullness (progressing), her endowment Glory (realized), her legacy   Generation, Relation, Exaltation   Maternal/Eternal   Life ~ Like their Mother I. Mirrors of the Divine   Heart and Mind II. Not t...

Scott L. Vanatter Opening Time seemed to stand still. A woman drove her car through a red light, crashing into Becky’s side of our Volvo. We had a green light all the way. I was driving. Our car flipped over, then spun around and around crossing two lanes of opposing traffic. The sun roof popped off. Windows shattered and glass spread throughout the car, and our hair, and our clothes, and our pockets like a shower of hot water. After the car stopped spinning, it was resting upside down on its roof on the curb on the opposite side of the street, a twisted pile of metal, broken glass, and dripping engine fluids. Then, my dear sweet young unconscious wife, seven months pregnant with our second daughter, suddenly went into massive and violent seizures. Blood seemed to be coming from everywhere. After what seemed an eternity, but which probably only lasted for about a minute, her seizures violently stopped. Then it was perfect stillness and absolute silence. In that moment it appear...

In Place By Scott L. Vanatter, May 21, 2012. A poem in commemoration of our youngest daughter’s birth and her current pregnancy. She is now progressed to about the same stage where Becky and Sydney survived a pretty bad car accident. (Me too. Carrie was with my Mom, as Becky and I went out to lunch.) Becky was seven months pregnant with Sydney when we were involved in an automobile accident in 1979. Our Volvo was totaled. Half the glass in our car shattered into thousands of tiny pea-sized pieces. Becky's side of the car was destroyed. The moon roof popped off. Her head must have hit the side of the car, or the pavement, or both. She was in the Intensive Care Unit for a week. She didn’t move a muscle for the first six hours. She had a massive concussion, and a 4-inch crack in her skull, but she fully recovered -- and Sydney was unharmed. NOTE: After the paramedics stabilized her head, neck and back, they drove us ever so slowly to the nearest hospital, Queen of the Valley. Lat...

More items found in a box in the garage today. We lived in Irvine in the 80s. Every Fourth of July there was a parade. This photo of Carrie (in a local weekly newspaper) was taken on a very hot 4th of July. You can sorta see her red face. Sydney would probably have been in a stroller this year.