When I saw Godaddy’s Superbowl commercial, the writing was on the wall; actually the writing was on the sexy model’s flesh. I decided then that it was time to make the move.

I had to jump a lot of hurdles to make it happen; unlock domains, get authorization codes, redirect dns’s, change email accounts, and on-and-on. Thankfully, it’s almost complete. There are still a few details to fix, but you should not see any major interruptions from this point on.

My new host is BlueHost. The first thing I noticed is that their Control Panel is much cleaner and easier to work with than Godaddy’s. Also, when I call tech support, there is not a big push to make sales. I’m only into my first week with BlueHost, so there’s no track record yet, but I believe I made the right decision to switch. I’ll let you know in about year if things are still going well with BlueHost.

Note: I am not an affiliate of BlueHost and am not endorsing their services.

One of the reasons I have always liked this building is first; its futuristic design and second; clean, simplistic lines.

Other architects I admire are the Green brothers who designed and built the Gamble House in Pasadena, California. Although this showcase Craftsman style home was built over 100 years ago, it had a futuristic look that has lasted into our present time.It was even featured in the movie, Back to the Future.

Another architect I’ve admired from afar was Frank Lloyd Wright.Falling Water is an elegant work of architecture that could endure for centuries.

If you have visited my site more than once over the years, you will know that keni.com architecture has been built primarily on a WordPress foundation. This remodel is no exception, except that it is much cleaner than previous ones.

When I started designing it, I did so with an eye on something clean looking that would highlight the written word.

I hope you’ll find this new home comfortable.

Some passers looked through him in disdain ~
an offense they cared not to see ~
Lace hankies pressed hard to their slight turned-up noses ~
so proud they were not such as he •

The tempi of coins in his tin can ~
swirled ‘round like a panning for gold ~
It wasn’t for money he begged, but attention ~
to arrest a few weathered souls •

As these searched their pockets for loose change ~
he searched in their eyes for a sign ~
That maybe this day they would see a great mystery ~
with their hearts and not with their minds •

Beneath the dark secrets they’d buried ~
beyond the sad sorrows they’d born ~
His gestures bore wisdom from far beyond reason ~
to comfort, to heal and transform

Some of the same musicians who would beat on a cowbell in the park might be a virtuoso pianist in a swanky jazz club; another a flautist on a symphony stage away from the park. Still another might arrange film scores for major motion picture studios.

It wouldn’t be fair to say that the park sessions weren’t meaningful nor the performers less talented than the club, orchestral or studio counterparts. However, we might all agree that a more robust musical presentation can be achieved with a full ensemble than in a drum circle.

The same analogy can be made for many creative endeavors; for example, the fabric arts. One can make a scarf using knitting needles and a single ball of yarn, or one can weave a tapestry of many colors on a loom.

Simplicity has its place, yet immersive ideas and expressions that transcend natural utility can add flavors and textures found in a choirs of living experiences.

We live within a spiritual realm that goes beyond the commonplace of most of our waking moments. It transmits messages on a different frequency than our five senses. Enter and you will find yourself, not in the Twilight Zone, but the spiritual zone. But watch your step, one side is good and other, evil.

Living Loom, Threads of Life Woven into a Spiritual Tapestry, is a book of prose and poetry. It will transport you into a realm where inspiration trumps information; where light is revealed and darkness exposed. Even in its briefest of two-line prose, be amazed, but not surprised if you are launched from the written word into the outer reaches of your imagination. Writing from a foundation of experiences that has transformed my thinking and beliefs for over 60 years, you will be challenged to consider your life in a transformative fashion. Here’s a are several examples of what inspired me to pen Living Loom.

In 2010, Haiti suffered a devastating earthquake. I was inspired to write Haitian Train after seeing news coverage of a mother determined to find her daughter buried under the debris of a collapsed building and her daughter’s determination to escape her crumpled prison.

On another occasion, I was inspired to write Pedophile Priest when I met Miguel (not his real name). You don’t have to look beyond the title to get the gist of this no-nonsense poem . It paints a picture of the worst of crimes and scandals to rock our world. The ultimate motivation to tell this sordid story came not from the tragedy, but from Miguel’s transformation at a bus stop in South Central Los Angeles where he and I met at my easel.

On the lighter side, you will see what I am capable of producing when inspiration is off-duty and I’m left to my own imagination. Busy Brains was penned in the middle of the night after lying in bed for hours, unable to quiet my thoughts long enough to go to sleep. The consolation was to turn a sleepless night into a fun & whacky poem with an ending from my distant, not-to-be-repeated past.

The diversity of themes in Living Loom are as though spools of colorful threads were placed on a loom and woven into a tapestry of spiritual life that seeks to connect us to God and to one another.

Till all HeArts are one/won…

woven on the Lord’s Loom

entwine you in me

for eternity

I have questions also. But before I could ask them, I find myself questioning my questions. Then I would question why I would question my question in the first place. Such questionable behavior for the student voted the one most likely to decide. Now what was the question? Oh yes, what is this creeping through my veins?

I roll my eyes back down until they lock in their sockets. My lids are shuttered. I try to open them but they are heavy like garage doors with broken springs. I heaved the left one up just high and long enough to see a shadowy figure hovering over me. I guess that means I’m lying down or floating in a standing position. It seemed to be some sort of humanoid, but green with a wrinkled scalp. It had one tiny eye and one very large illuminated eye.

Could this really be happening to me? I’ve been abducted! Was this creature benevolent or malevolent? Could it speak English? Could I? No, not at the moment. Now I hear its voice. There are other voices as well, but muffled. Maybe they’re not muffled, that might be their natural language. I pushed real hard and squeezed out an “Ummph”. On second thought, aren’t advanced civilizations telepathic? I certainly hope they’re advanced and not inferior to us. “Please, not less than”, I thought. When the green man moved, I saw a soft white light. Within it was a shadowy donut. Within its core was a small harsh light.

Now I see two other green creatures. They, like the first had no definite form, no hard edges. They differed in that they wore masks like Bat Man and Robin, but these reminded me more of raccoons.