Here are some bits and pieces from Lisa, exactly as written. They were discovered on her computer by Ron Bacon on December 29, 2014.
LISA BACON 1935-2012
Now I Lay me down to sleepin
Pray that I will keep on keepin
If I die before I’m wakin
Hope the earth will keep on quakin
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I surrender my body to the angels of wisdom and allow my dreams to be installed with messages to be delivered to others on the morrow.
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Earth lesson #999999999999999999999
See clearly
Not letting it out
Not keeping it in
Just absorbing it
See it all for the first time with this new gift
It is an opportunity for a fresh outlook/in look
Each glimpse of yourself
Gives sight to another layer of understanding and healing
Just let the scrapes and bruises be released, put away, GONE
Finally I get a view of the song sung a thousand times by me personally.
There's a bird in the nest and the nest……..etc.
Look out with appreciation
Look in and find yourself
Would I choose to be the hole in the ground, the tree, the limb, the branch, the twig, the nest. The egg, the bird, the eyelash, the germ, the molecule?
Isn’t is all right there in our face?
Being full and empty of ourselves, simultaneously, may be the place to be for all I know.
Adulthood
Helping our kids plan adulthood needs to be looked at early. The responsibilities and choices that come with going out in the world on our own are more critical then when I was growing up. Living with a roomate wasn’t an option unless it was during college years. Choosing a career was mandatory. Since the decision that l8 is the adult age lots of hard times have come on our kids. Living on your own may make you stronger, but the tradeoff is often a callous hardness that lasts a lifetime. Trust in your guides, in other words, believing that our parents know what’ s good for us is looked at as an an insecurity that needs to be grown out of. Hurray up and grow up……..my heavens…….that is so awful. Separation within the family was never tolerated much less encouraged within families who have firm routes in the belief of God. The sense of community has vanished and our kids are left alone. A lone child facing life the day after high school graduation often finds that friends move on to their own dreams. They feel that everybody is doing better then they are, that nobody else is lonely, that nobody else feels friendless…So the early pursuit of a union with a mate takes over. Paying attention to you is the most important pursuit to take on if we really want to have a meaningful relationship with the world, because the world will be spread over a vast array of things to do, places to go and people to meet and relate to. To suddenly wake up one day and be an adult can have a profoundly negative effect on a new adult, leaving them without reason, feeling that nobody cares about them, that nobody needs them. Setting up housekeeping, working the eight hour day, shopping and sleeping sets a pattern that ,like all addictions , can be hard to break. Feeling worthy of any human kindness starts to slip away because nobody is there telling you what to do. You are an adult know.
Habits are meant to be broken. Promises from loved ones saying they will always be there for you can never be broken. We must place more value on our family ties and keep our children on a positive, balanced level. Promise them that they are never alone. Tell them about the love that God has for them. Help them when they are struggling.
Ben
How early on your mom had to find you gone from her and out into the cold, alone, hungry, and often without shelter. How brave and giving of this women to give such loving allowance as this. She was indeed ahead of her time your mom. If life is all about finding ourselves, Ben is a primo illustration. How can you define the indefinable, describe the indescribable, but here goes my effort to do so.
Pepe
Pepe is not a dog. He does not pant, fart, demand walks, beg or meet us at the door, although I have heard of birds who do, but he does cause chaos on occasion. The most amazing similarity that he shares with higher casts such as the cat, dog, etc. is the ability to carry on conversations at the most provocative times. Everything he has to say is from God’s mouth to your ears.
Roxy
I opened the door and all my yesterdays came strolling in. It seemed like just another day for the little brown doggie, Roxanne. Her tail between her legs and ears sagging and then those big mascara lined eyes looking up at me shyly. What a sight! “We don’t have a dog,” I thought. “You can't be Roxy. She’s dead.” Brown dog continued on her way to the kitchen as I followed behind and automatically drew some water into a cereal bowl. Lap, lap, lap, lap. The familiar sound brought things into focus and I took a took a deep breath. I reached down and picked up the bundle of yesterdays, sat cuddling on the couch for a few minutes and went on with my day.
Sometimes you have to open those doors and let all the yesterdays in.
Greeting the Day
I greet the day saying hello God. My eyes focus on the dirty windows. Then the pretty raindrops glisten from the trees and cheer me on but the lonely little cloud in the distance reaches out, it seems, only to me, and fades rapidly into blue sky as though to say I almost missed his hello.
Blood
A gush of blood poured from my finger for no reason as I grabbed two bottles of water for the kids. Sorry about such a gross situation, I ran to rinse the bloody still sealed waters and sucked my finger as I went. The suck, lick, suck routine we all go through. It doesn‘t stop and I push the wound, get the band aid and think about the body fluid, blood. I start thinking like a Christian and get caught up in the wonder and miracle of Christ and being of the blood of Christ and how amazing it is to bleed and then stop bleeding. The blood didn’t taste like wine. A little on the salty side.
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Times Change
Torch songs of the 1920 era allowed the singer to light a spark of passion within her audience. Her voice was referred to as being smokey.
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Apology
It was rude and vulgar of me to reveal anything but praise when I talked about the French Laundry. My expectations were very high, very exciting, very mysterious, and, please believe me very well received.
I must have dressed fifteen times before settling on my costume and was extremely nervous for weeks in advance.
I mentioned that Dad cried throughout the entire experience, sat looking at me as though I were a queen, and literally caressed each mouthful, as I did.
To explain further: The oysters were……..like nothing I have even tasted before.
The endive salad was good.
We did not have the duck.
My kanpachi was elegant.
The Maine lobster was different.
The all day braised etc…was very inspiring and I have only this day, 7/23/06, made a wonderful salad dress because of these combinations of flavors, which were so memorable.
The beef was the best ever.
We did not have the lamb.
Hoch Y Brig’ was so yummy.
The mango sherbet was fabulous.
Malt teaser was divine.
Little chocolates….heavenly.
Yes, the ambiance was not as intimate as I expected, but then again, TBFM. Handsome, all male help were impeccable in appearance and service. Seeing Donald Southerland at the table was very cool. Everyone there was somebody, especially us.
I am deeply sorry to have hurt any of you with my honest opinion. I did not mean for this to happen and I am glad that Dad and Summer brought it to my attention. I will be more thoughtful in the future. Once again I want to tell you about the joy and beauty of every moment spent in the Villagio and of the touring of the beautiful Napa Valley. It was really beyond words. Thank you.
My Love, Mom
August
I love to write. It’s like going to the movies. Whether it is the squeak of the pencil, flow of the ink, tap of the keyboard or just the quiet shenanigans of the mind formulating sentences that never get put into print, it is all about writing. We write our own movie every second, complete with smell touch, sight sound and taste. Colors, textures and wet dry sensations seep from our fingers to the page under them, helping us to heal, love and hate as the words fly out. But then the reading of our work always levels us because interpretation is set in gear. Sort of like be careful what you wish for. Be careful what you write, because it can so easily be misinterpreted.
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Dear Britt,
When I think of you I can only smile, so you know I smile lots. You are a smile! I can see my thoughtful, generous, loyal and loving son preparing the lowly hamburger fit for Kings, yet being served to Friday Friends and Fortunate Family. Thank you for letting us take a peek at it all.
Thank you for a month of treasures starting with May 7th when we had a day of pallet pleasing delights, and continuing on and on at your home, and coming to the grand presentation at the French Laundry in the awesome Napa Valley surroundings. Dinner and breakfast at the Villagio was glorious as was returning once again to the comfort of the Bacon place …….well, it was almost as great as the joy your dad and I share of having a man like you for a son.
Remember to save a piece for yourself my son.
I love you, ,,,,,we love you, Mom
Now I Lay me down to sleepin
Pray that I will keep on keepin
If I die before I’m wakin
Hope the earth will keep on quakin
_______________________________________________________________________
I surrender my body to the angels of wisdom and allow my dreams to be installed with messages to be delivered to others on the morrow.
_______________________________________________________________________
Earth lesson #999999999999999999999
See clearly
Not letting it out
Not keeping it in
Just absorbing it
See it all for the first time with this new gift
It is an opportunity for a fresh outlook/in look
Each glimpse of yourself
Gives sight to another layer of understanding and healing
Just let the scrapes and bruises be released, put away, GONE
Finally I get a view of the song sung a thousand times by me personally.
There's a bird in the nest and the nest……..etc.
Look out with appreciation
Look in and find yourself
Would I choose to be the hole in the ground, the tree, the limb, the branch, the twig, the nest. The egg, the bird, the eyelash, the germ, the molecule?
Isn’t is all right there in our face?
Being full and empty of ourselves, simultaneously, may be the place to be for all I know.
Adulthood
Helping our kids plan adulthood needs to be looked at early. The responsibilities and choices that come with going out in the world on our own are more critical then when I was growing up. Living with a roomate wasn’t an option unless it was during college years. Choosing a career was mandatory. Since the decision that l8 is the adult age lots of hard times have come on our kids. Living on your own may make you stronger, but the tradeoff is often a callous hardness that lasts a lifetime. Trust in your guides, in other words, believing that our parents know what’ s good for us is looked at as an an insecurity that needs to be grown out of. Hurray up and grow up……..my heavens…….that is so awful. Separation within the family was never tolerated much less encouraged within families who have firm routes in the belief of God. The sense of community has vanished and our kids are left alone. A lone child facing life the day after high school graduation often finds that friends move on to their own dreams. They feel that everybody is doing better then they are, that nobody else is lonely, that nobody else feels friendless…So the early pursuit of a union with a mate takes over. Paying attention to you is the most important pursuit to take on if we really want to have a meaningful relationship with the world, because the world will be spread over a vast array of things to do, places to go and people to meet and relate to. To suddenly wake up one day and be an adult can have a profoundly negative effect on a new adult, leaving them without reason, feeling that nobody cares about them, that nobody needs them. Setting up housekeeping, working the eight hour day, shopping and sleeping sets a pattern that ,like all addictions , can be hard to break. Feeling worthy of any human kindness starts to slip away because nobody is there telling you what to do. You are an adult know.
Habits are meant to be broken. Promises from loved ones saying they will always be there for you can never be broken. We must place more value on our family ties and keep our children on a positive, balanced level. Promise them that they are never alone. Tell them about the love that God has for them. Help them when they are struggling.
Ben
How early on your mom had to find you gone from her and out into the cold, alone, hungry, and often without shelter. How brave and giving of this women to give such loving allowance as this. She was indeed ahead of her time your mom. If life is all about finding ourselves, Ben is a primo illustration. How can you define the indefinable, describe the indescribable, but here goes my effort to do so.
Pepe
Pepe is not a dog. He does not pant, fart, demand walks, beg or meet us at the door, although I have heard of birds who do, but he does cause chaos on occasion. The most amazing similarity that he shares with higher casts such as the cat, dog, etc. is the ability to carry on conversations at the most provocative times. Everything he has to say is from God’s mouth to your ears.
Roxy
I opened the door and all my yesterdays came strolling in. It seemed like just another day for the little brown doggie, Roxanne. Her tail between her legs and ears sagging and then those big mascara lined eyes looking up at me shyly. What a sight! “We don’t have a dog,” I thought. “You can't be Roxy. She’s dead.” Brown dog continued on her way to the kitchen as I followed behind and automatically drew some water into a cereal bowl. Lap, lap, lap, lap. The familiar sound brought things into focus and I took a took a deep breath. I reached down and picked up the bundle of yesterdays, sat cuddling on the couch for a few minutes and went on with my day.
Sometimes you have to open those doors and let all the yesterdays in.
Greeting the Day
I greet the day saying hello God. My eyes focus on the dirty windows. Then the pretty raindrops glisten from the trees and cheer me on but the lonely little cloud in the distance reaches out, it seems, only to me, and fades rapidly into blue sky as though to say I almost missed his hello.
Blood
A gush of blood poured from my finger for no reason as I grabbed two bottles of water for the kids. Sorry about such a gross situation, I ran to rinse the bloody still sealed waters and sucked my finger as I went. The suck, lick, suck routine we all go through. It doesn‘t stop and I push the wound, get the band aid and think about the body fluid, blood. I start thinking like a Christian and get caught up in the wonder and miracle of Christ and being of the blood of Christ and how amazing it is to bleed and then stop bleeding. The blood didn’t taste like wine. A little on the salty side.
_____________________________________________________
Times Change
Torch songs of the 1920 era allowed the singer to light a spark of passion within her audience. Her voice was referred to as being smokey.
_____________________________________________________
Apology
It was rude and vulgar of me to reveal anything but praise when I talked about the French Laundry. My expectations were very high, very exciting, very mysterious, and, please believe me very well received.
I must have dressed fifteen times before settling on my costume and was extremely nervous for weeks in advance.
I mentioned that Dad cried throughout the entire experience, sat looking at me as though I were a queen, and literally caressed each mouthful, as I did.
To explain further: The oysters were……..like nothing I have even tasted before.
The endive salad was good.
We did not have the duck.
My kanpachi was elegant.
The Maine lobster was different.
The all day braised etc…was very inspiring and I have only this day, 7/23/06, made a wonderful salad dress because of these combinations of flavors, which were so memorable.
The beef was the best ever.
We did not have the lamb.
Hoch Y Brig’ was so yummy.
The mango sherbet was fabulous.
Malt teaser was divine.
Little chocolates….heavenly.
Yes, the ambiance was not as intimate as I expected, but then again, TBFM. Handsome, all male help were impeccable in appearance and service. Seeing Donald Southerland at the table was very cool. Everyone there was somebody, especially us.
I am deeply sorry to have hurt any of you with my honest opinion. I did not mean for this to happen and I am glad that Dad and Summer brought it to my attention. I will be more thoughtful in the future. Once again I want to tell you about the joy and beauty of every moment spent in the Villagio and of the touring of the beautiful Napa Valley. It was really beyond words. Thank you.
My Love, Mom
August
I love to write. It’s like going to the movies. Whether it is the squeak of the pencil, flow of the ink, tap of the keyboard or just the quiet shenanigans of the mind formulating sentences that never get put into print, it is all about writing. We write our own movie every second, complete with smell touch, sight sound and taste. Colors, textures and wet dry sensations seep from our fingers to the page under them, helping us to heal, love and hate as the words fly out. But then the reading of our work always levels us because interpretation is set in gear. Sort of like be careful what you wish for. Be careful what you write, because it can so easily be misinterpreted.
______________________________________________________
Dear Britt,
When I think of you I can only smile, so you know I smile lots. You are a smile! I can see my thoughtful, generous, loyal and loving son preparing the lowly hamburger fit for Kings, yet being served to Friday Friends and Fortunate Family. Thank you for letting us take a peek at it all.
Thank you for a month of treasures starting with May 7th when we had a day of pallet pleasing delights, and continuing on and on at your home, and coming to the grand presentation at the French Laundry in the awesome Napa Valley surroundings. Dinner and breakfast at the Villagio was glorious as was returning once again to the comfort of the Bacon place …….well, it was almost as great as the joy your dad and I share of having a man like you for a son.
Remember to save a piece for yourself my son.
I love you, ,,,,,we love you, Mom