A simple dream

May 24, 2017

Another dream, another night. The first dream was simple and clear. Cooking breakfast, kissing my loved ones good by for the day – knowing we all go our separate way.

In my second dream I was not able to put my foot on the brake while my car was in drive. Forward it went as I struggled to reach the brake. I hadn’t been moving so the thud was small and the jeep was barely hit – but enough to move the other sitting.

“I am not simpatico with the car I drive right now,” I thought…it was a worry. All the bells and whistles. Safety factors I love, but all I want to do is turn the music up loud and drive as fast as I can on a straightaway. Thelma and Louise came to mind.

Before I got in I had tied 3 sets of keys into a large red scarf. A strong gust of wind picked it up, lifting it out of my palm I watched while it became a red kite, flying now almost too high to see. It flew until out of sight and I assumed dropped a few blocks away.

As I stood there I realized, there was nothing I could do! I sat down and thought, “I need to go get busy. I will divert my own attention from this problem and perhaps it will resolve on its own. I will trust God.”

It was a strange dream, as if I were awake and really thinking these things.
The dream was over. I opened my eyes.

Why would I bother to write this down? I have no clue.

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Here it is ten days later than when that dream manifested to paper. I re-read it and one paragraph hit me right between the eyes! I awoke this morning facing a problem that is a conundrum (a confusing and difficult problem to resolve.). I was just mulling over in my brain ANY possible resolve to the problem..thus far, I find none!

Then by chance I saw this in a folder with some writing I am doing, and found my answer! Here is the paragraph:

As I stood there I realized, there was nothing I could do! I sat down and thought, “I need to go get busy. I will divert my own attention from this problem and perhaps it will resolve on its own. I will trust God.”

Conundrum resolved for the time. Got to get up and get busy! CREATE a wonderful day full of moments to cherish!

Everything Physical

May 23, 2017

I awoke this morning after my horrific awake/dream (yesterdays post), and my first thought was a song “I have Jesus in my heart – you take Him too”. ..Well that was my first thought…so I climbed out of bed singing as I got a big drink of water and now a cup of coffee next to me.

My husband told me my struggle waking yesterday morning may have just been a continuation of my dream until I sat up. It is a possibility, though I firmly believe I was awake going from dream to physical reality.

My second thought this morning was physical…my back hurt and the pain (which is with me now until I pass on..) just is the way it is, so “boo-hoo”, everyone suffers. I will try to handle this within me. Why pass on the pain? I would rather pass on the joys and revelations of life.

The thought was not actually about my pain, it was about how physical pain transfers to mental anguish.  And that isn’t “just mental?,” you might think . Systems in our body function as a finely tuned violin. When one system is amiss, it does affect all others. Perhaps not immediately or constantly, but when the blood flows differently (say a blockage, or damages to the nerves that sit in proximity to the blood flow and the muscles) – You may realize Mind / Body / Spirit is not just a clever word mix, it is the absolute truth!

Sometimes I can actually feel the blood flow in my head or other parts of my body. I am in sync with feeling (or not feeling because of nerves) certain things that are happening to my body.  Listen to your body. Work with it.

As a former personal trainer and dancer, the fact that most of both my feet have severe nerve damage as a residual from breaking my back, is paramount to me. Aside from pain, numbness and a clumsy attempt to walk (as if I am actually able to balance without a cane 🙂 all affect me mentally as well….I don’t mean my mood, but the activity of my brain and other parts of my body.   Poor activity in my feet- unable to feel, blood flow perhaps, numbness in various parts of my body TRULY affects my mental state (as in “boy am I mental” (haha – that’s a given!)  and my physical state – because things don’t work properly -my entire being, is actually affected. Hence, Mind/body/spirit.

Somehow in re-reading that last paragraph, I think it might need changing…hope you find clarity in my meaning.  I am scattered today.

Think about it. Cut yourself some slack if you just don’t feel as good as you once did because of injuries or accidents or the aging process. Its probably not your fault…so don’t fret about it. You STILL have 100 percent. choice of how you respond to all these life altering events…..that is a huge gift!

Choose happiness always. Choose patience and understanding of YOUR OWN plight. Choose to understand that probably few really can step into to your shoes, though there are some that absolutely can physically! Wherein, you can excel until the day you die, and that is the use of your POWER of choice to behold life still in the best of terms. I have an advantage because I have a hidden source of constant help with the Holy Spirit within…seriously my best friend and help mate.

USE the magical gifts you perceive, dream of and pursue….All can STILL be achieved if you are “Mental” like I am. My husband says I live in Disneyland….join me, it is just a heck of a lot more fun, and WHY NOT? It’s just life!  Of course I can’t do everything I’ve always done, but it is fun to meet and rise above any challenge that faces me.  At least try!

Please take in a deep breath. Shout out an Amen (it means “so be it”) and now a BIG SMILE – just because you can! Back at you…..

DREAM

May 22, 2017

Since I broke my back there have been many residual effects physically that I deal with on a basis between me and God. So many emotions and set backs, so much to deal with physically and mentally. Yet I know many living souls must endure hardships.

The dream last night was the most predominant over me physically that I have ever had. It was terrifying. It almost kept me prisoner. I normally awake at 8AM, but on occasion 7 or 7:30. I couldn’t see the clock that has quietly ticked by my bed since mama gave it to me over twenty years ago.

I closed my eyes peacefully, exhausted. I began remembering the horror that beset my life so many years earlier.

I was in the midst of the most time of unrest, confusion and pleasure concocted together in a cocktail of alcohol, remorse, sadness and joys of the the highest in nature…shaken with physical pain and turmoil.

The dream manifested in a home near a large prison. The home itself was a giant maze of rooms and windows and people. I was traveling with someone who gave me love and caused me grief simultaneously. Mixed with memories of past and what seemed the present, we spent time with people who seemed nice but had motives beyond the purity of my mind. It seemed as if the entire place was a nest of normal looking people who were scarred or playing games of sex and violence.

My traveling companion and I parted often while in this house, as the hostess was showing me the projection of the continuous building of the house. He disappeared and appeared frequently enough not to be unsettling.

She showed me the biggest room being built, and it faced a prison, both with men and women.
You could see them though an iron fence clearly – walking and being lead here and there. Suddenly officers burst into the room and told the woman she would need to close up all windows facing the prison. The next few minutes were confusing and filled with the bustle of officers and strange faces confronting one another.

I knew it was time to go. I didn’t want to be there anyway. I thought someone I had believed to be in the prison was with my animals, and I needed to find out for sure. That was the purpose of the trip. It was then the companion appeared. He had been having sex with many of the women. I swallowed hard but wasn’t hurt. I just wanted to leave.

I knew this had happened and I told my companion “We need to leave. He hemmed and said it was made excuses to keep stopping on the trek. We made our way through the rooms and I politely said goodbye, I am leaving. He chose to come but stopped along the way and was engaged in sex with both genders now. If was a sickness. There were excuses made. His spirit had left him exiting through indulgences.. There was no excuse to me.

Ready to go, sitting in a blue vehicle that was open, long, and with only two seats. It was more like sitting in a futurist ride at a fairground, but it was sitting next to others similar, in nature. No wheels, no steering. He said he needed to do something before we left. I sat.

Then I got up and looked and he was sexually interacting with several men. I had to leave, only to find myself wondering from place to place in what seemed like a number of stores with cobblestone walk ways. I saw a mix of others…some of his kind – those he had known, and many who were in my position. I was exhausted and sat down to get off my feet. They had begun to be numb again, tingling and painful.

I heard music, rather a loud rhythm to music, like a drum in the distance getting louder. All I wanted to do was get out of there. Before I could leave someone brought my traveling companion and said he had caring for him. He had been in a fight and my fraudulent friend was in a state of permanent brain damage, and would be there laying down forever. He was still with eyes closed. It was better. I told him I could not take him and I could not stay. The man nodded.

The next thing I remember clearly was thinking I needed to move and get out of there. I opened my eyes and tried to move. I was in bed laying on my side and my feet wouldn’t move….its happened before for a moment upon waking, but this time it seemed my arms, (one by my side, and one overhead) wouldn’t move. I tried to keep my eyes open, but they began to close and I was in the dream again, with the drumming loud now. I closed my eyes and felt absolute fear.

I tried again to open my eyes, or to move, and though they opened and I was cognizant of wanting to move, they closed again and I couldn’t. I was frozen in that position, literally frozen, but my mind knew I had to move. I thought of calling the dog to awaken me, but words wouldn’t come out of my mouth. I was terrified now. My eyes closed again and I knew I was returning to this place – but I knew I must not do so. I did briefly, then startled myself trying to awake.

I turned to God now as I always do and asked for help. As He always does, in one way or another, He made me know I was going to move. He never leaves me but asks only that I call upon Him for help.

I moved my my arm above my head and wiggled my fingers. I worked my eyes until they stayed open, and began to force my back to turn and my legs to move. It was terrified to be frozen in real time. Terrified. It was not a dream now….I had passed from a state of unconscious life not under my control…. I was coming back. I moved my arm now that was at my side, and used it to help turn me to my back. I felt the sting of pain, and a push behind me.
When I first moved, I felt I wanted to return to the place I had just been…I had not gotten the task of finding my dog and my friend completed. That wasn’t it. I somehow wanted, in part, to return. But I was horrified at the thought of laying there unable to moved and with my mind and body fully in another place – one that was filled with fear and one that took the purity of my mind and held it captive.

My eyes wanted to close, but only God could keep them open. The thought of Him empowered my movements and I turned to my other side, forcing my legs and feet to move with me.

I took a breath and abruptly sat and then with feet still not under my control I stood and moved quickly to keep my presence. I ambled down the hallway, saw the dog laying in the kitchen, and he lifted his head and looked at me. Somehow he senses when I am in peril and I was still terrified. I moved from room to room awakening those frozen limbs, my eyes now fully opened.

I was beyond that place and wandering from room to room, until fully separated. I knew I had to write this dream, as I do many dreams, and begin to live in this world again. This struggle with my body movement and breaking loose was not a dream. I feel I am to reiterate – “Time is of the essence. Move, be alive and choose wisely.”

Minutes passed and I asked the dog to sit on the bed next to me, which he eagerly did, as I reached for this laptop to record the nights events and the exit from one real world to the other.

My exit is complete now and I feel exonerated from the night. I was not deluded with alcohol or other drugs when I said good night to my husband and switched off the light.

I am fully awake now. I don’t want to go to that place again. It has nothing for me. I stopped writing for a moment, stretched my neck and turned and looked at the clock. One hour has passed since the trauma of awakening and movement began. It feels good to be able to stretch and move. I am scarred but alive – I never want to be taken away like that wherein I am “almost” unable to return.
I remember my dreams, sometimes for years, though I have never been trapped like that in one before. I do not want to experience that again. I know my dreams will continue. I know this dream has meaning for those who understand.

Before I could post this, my dog jumped off the bed in panic. I rushed to the backslider and opened it and he proceeded to throw up from the beginning of the patio to the edge of the grass.
Far-fetched I know, but looking at the mess to clean up. I thought he took the remnants of the horrible feelings I had on this bed, in escaping this dream, and he vomited them up .

He feels better now, and so do I.

I have thanked God for the power He bestows upon anyone, no matter what his or her history, for just believing. I have asked and pleaded all my life for things. It would be so remiss of me not to remember to praise and thank God for His power in my life.

I want to dream of flying again. For this awakening I press towards what remains of my living days on this planet earth as a human being. I am grateful.

Begin Again for the Last Time

April 25, 2017

Being human includes having all the flaws, pain, and trials one can endure. Those first two humans, in my realm of beliefs,  wanted to know all about the things that make God, God. They wanted to taste of evil and that old snake satan was right there as he is now – prodding and pushing.

I am in the most weakened state of my life now  You can see some scars physically, and are aware of changes mentally.  I believed when I awoke this morning, something may have finally severed any real dreams, or chances of dreams I still had.  Memories besmeared, future questionable, and heart nearly broken in half.  Life has put me in a pit again.

No one can possibly know what disabilities I deal wit, that manifest each day as I awake and wonder if I want to get out of bed at all, or go back to sleep, “perchance to dream”.

I won’t tell anyone the extent of my injuries.  It would be impossible to explain anyway.  They didn’t just begin with my back bursting. Life managed to seep into my thoughts and like a baby near the edge of a high staircase, someone let go of my hand when I was just a young woman and I fell down the stairs, hitting my head and scraping my arms and legs. I knew I was hurt but the baby just kept crawling up the stairs to see what was at the top. Again and again my immaturity, or selfishness, or fear of overwhelming pain physically and mentally again, tossed me down the stairs….sometimes in the air all the way to the bottom, and sometimes hitting each step squarely – and hard!  Somehow I always managed to pull myself together and begin to crawl upward again!

I saw so many humans falling and as I grew I tried to push and pull, and help them back up the stairs. My heart grew weary, but I was tenacious – broken bones, swollen limbs and mental exhaustion never stopped me.  Hesitation and fear – yes!  Desire to feel the wonder of life again manifest through “events” seemed to keep me trying….

The God Unknown, knew my name. He kept calling, yet I kept falling….prey to a mis-step of a different kind each time.

Life’s temptations masqueraded into glorious apparitions. The snake lay in wait for a moment of weakness, and I found myself tumbling down the stairs again and again. Though my life was going by me so fast my vision was blurred, I kept on it. I kept crawling up the stairs, which now wound round and round, and increased in numbers and difficulty. I wanted to get to the top.

I could hear a sweet voice that beckoned my heart and I pushed upward, amidst a crowded group of people – some trying with me, and others running the other way. Confusion struck hearts like bolts of lightening. I watched with horror as some fell from above me and turning my head I saw I could do nothing to help as I watched them falling far beyond my vision, and still falling as I lost sight of them. I could barely help myself.

Still I turned and began the climb once more. It was almost more than I could endure, and the solitude I had known was replaced with a shrieking and loud voices above and below me. I turned and sat as the stairs had grown much larger now, and I found just enough space to sit and bend my elbows so I could put my head down and cry. I weeped, I wailed, the wet tears
drenched my clothes and I tried to wipe them with my arms so no one would slip on the now, almost vertical stairs…so small my foot needed to turn sideways to fit.

I prayed. I couldn’t move from my exhaustion and delusions bursting in my head. What I had known-wasn’t. What I had believed was in part lies- so many lies that fooled me. So many falls because I had blinded myself to run away from all the pain. I thought it was the end of me. I thought this was my eternity. Climbing, forever climbing.

I sat. It was as if I was a baby again and I was alone on the stairs. I felt a large hand from above grasp my shoulder. I turned and the hand clasp mine and began to gently pull me to the next stair going upward.

I was a blend of thoughts and visions, experiences and horrors…..beauty and hope. I could see
the top of the stairs just a few steps away now. The voice at the top spoke to me, saying “I’ve done what I can throughout the years. I chose to silently be the push you needed throughout your life, and sometimes the pull. I haven’t given up on you, but these last steps are steps that you must take alone. I will be there but It is time. I will be waiting”

“ I expect to see you when the time comes for you to arrive. In the meanwhile, feel free to speak to me, I hope in gratitude for my company all these years, but the power with which you will take these steps, though few, will be the most difficult of all. Do not expect it otherwise.”

“Do not be befuddled with illusive worry about everything. All those things will work for the best-in my time. I know many who have yet to know me. Trust me. Those who have brushed next to you, those who have been a part of you, those who know Love, know me, and those Spirits are a kin and will be just fine. Trust me, I say again. Keep endeavoring to reach the top; they will be there in my time. I expect to see you. I expect no less.”

FYI

April 21, 2017

If anyone on the planet read my post yesterday, there are two things to keep in mind.

  1.  I am not living in guilt.  I learned something valuable, and life, after all is about learningl
  2. I believe she was an angel sent to me to help heal me after my accident and feeling my life was never going to be good again.  She gave me unconditional love.
  3.  She had arthritis and lots of pain from an injury when she was young. It was probably for her relief from growing older and very disabled, and relief from pain (in part) that she passed..  I trust God’s timing.
  4. I believe any living thing that has a “loving Spirit” will be with us in eternity. A spirit like that the God I love, I believe, would not end permanently.

 

I am not certain why I still write after 700 posts over the years….but I am glad for the opportunity because I am still one of the most positive people I’ve ever known, and still full of love  and life experiences to share.  Besides think of my brain if I had not been able to get all theses thoughts “out.”

Okay now you have to guess my age – but I am not going to tell you. Have a bitchin’ day. A cool one!  NOT a “dope” day…..I cringe when I hear that used as an expression of good……OVER and OUT.

I didn’t mean to kill my dog!

April 20, 2017

No one wants to think that they are to blame for an instance where they loose someone they love. But in my heart of hearts I know it was my fault that Dakota’s life was cut short. After breaking my back I was unable to walk with her and do the things with her I once did. She sat next to me, loyally, and I never encouraged her to leave my side.

The last year it seemed her ability to walk had gotten worse, perhaps the injury to her ACL when she was young had gotten worse due to lack of exercise. But there is no excuse. I kept giving her treats and marrow bones and she loved them.

At one point I realized she had put on lots of weight, but was unable to walk her too help her get it off. Even if I cut down on her food, my sweet husband would wind up giving her treats. He was just too exhausted to walk her. So there she sat.

She was happy to be near us. That’s the thing about a dog….they are so loyal and their love is so unconditional. I knew she was gaining weight. I could see it as she meandered to the back yard to take care of her business, and to sniff for cats.

One day she walked only to the edge of the yard and just watched me. She did this for a while. I couldn’t coax her to walk further.

That week my husband and I loaded the dogs into the forerunner and took a ride to the woods. She loved going in the car with the windows partly down. She couldn’t jump down as her hind side was weaker, probably from the weight. But she walked in the woods and went to the water and stepped in as if she had been doing it everyday. She loved water too.

By the time we got to the truck we were all tuckered and both dogs were a little less excited, and more whipped!

She was a big girl. No doubt about it. Her barrel chest was very predominant and though the weight was on, she still looked beefy and beautiful.

A couple of weeks later it snowed. She gingerly stepped out in the yard with the pup, now almost two. They shoveled the snow with their noses and were fascinated by the accumulation on the ground. The cool felt good to her and she was like a young girl dog, but one who found it difficult to run because of the extra pounds. They stayed out and played for a while and then she settled in next to me, covered with a blanket to keep her warm.

When I mentioned I was worried about the weight my husband said it was okay, she could “go happy and have what she wanted.” I didn’t want her to “go”, and I knew I needed to do something. I knew it would eventually hurt her, but I did nothing. I didn’t know what to do. I should have made a plan to help her.

She was still beautiful the day she died in my arms, from what we think was a heart attack. She was only seven. I cried for 10 days and 10 nights, and I will cry for her till my days end. It wasn’t her fault. She was only seven.

I know I am human and we all make mistakes, but this was a mortal one that took my faithful friend away forever. I was the one who knew she was too heavy, and I was the one who did nothing to change it! God knows I didn’t mean to let her die too young. I know I didn’t mean to….and I know I will NEVER let an animal get too much weight on in my lifetime. When you hear “Don’t let your dog get overweight” – listen! It can kill them. I am not just sitting here letting my life be ruined, but this is a lesson I do not want anyone else to experience.

I will honor her life by never letting it happen again. The price you pay is just too high. I see her trusting eyes looking into mine, and I pray she knows I never meant to hurt her. I pray God knows.

If you love your animals, if you love your children, if you love yourself – be careful not to overload with useless food “just to eat”. It’s not worth the death of someone you love, and it can happen.

It happened to me.

pup on back 2

Dakota – 6 weeks

Dakota

Dakota – almost 7 – my best friend

The Perfect Flower

April 16, 2017

My love he watches by the fence, His gazing eyes my heart to clench…
Nothing more could be as sweet, as lying at my lover’s feet.
If all the world condemned in me, that moment of sweet ecstasy;
I’d seek him in my darkest hour, as looking for the perfect flower.
I’d listen close to hear his voice, he is the one; my only choice…
To find him at the break of day, then stay until the day gives way…
Just like honey on my lips, his presence holds me in its grips.
He lays his hand upon my face, full of mercy… full of grace!
Oh dear heart, please stay with me, your true love… I’ll always be.
All other loves I’ve cast aside, my love for you… I cannot hide.
I wait and wait till midnight hour, and then I’ll find the perfect flower.

mamaschronicles.org

 

GETTING OLDER

March 13, 2017

Whoever coined the phrases “growing old gracefully” and “the golden years” should be strung up on the nearest tree!

I don’t know how you grow old gracefully when your body becomes less agile and your ability to stretch is limited because you are afraid you’ll “snap” like an old rubber band.

I have no idea if those years are golden as my eyesight is not as good as it once was, and the insurance I paid into all my life doesn’t cover glasses or teeth (and those are the first things to go!) That’s Medicare of course.

Somehow in my education I didn’t realize-but you’d better- over a hundred dollars will be deducted for part B, before you even get social security. Then of course you have to pay for a supplement each month because Medicare doesn’t cover everything. The tricky part is if Medicare won’t cover any part of a procedure; neither will the supplement you are paying for -to the tune of over $150. a month ( and that is considered cheap if you can find one for that low price.) However, if you break your back (like I did) a good plan will keep you from loosing everything because there will be no cost to you except the monthly payment.

By the way, once you apply for Medicare you get a non-stop snail mail box full of “life insurance applications for your family to have, and burial insurance so they won’t suffer from the cost when you croak. I mean it is non-stop. Thanks for reminding my life of this planet will soon be over. Didn’t have enough to think about!

I plan to be “taken care of” the cheapest way possible. – Burn baby burn. I won’t take up precious space on this planet to plant my body and have people come there to tearfully remember me. I would rather plant flowers there! Also, in my world to come, I trust God will know how to fix everything my poor body has suffered in this lifetime.

After so many years the body just starts to kind of give out, and you never know when or where it will happen. After the first injury or accident then everyone is afraid to let you do anything because you may fall again. (For me, specifically, my broken back). I don’t know if that’s because they worry about you, or because they don’t want to have to take care of you again….

No worries. I swear you’ll never hear “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up” come from my mouth! Older people are usually spoken of as the butt of jokes. The ironic thing is one day those folks will be the butt of the jokes-for now they are just butts!

Heaven forbid you want to do something really fun — “It’s not a good idea.” “It’s too dangerous”. If I weren’t happily married I’d go out and have unprotected sex just for the danger factor. (NOT REALLY)

“It’s not a good idea to go barefooted.” “You’d better not get a dog.” “Watch what you eat.” “Etc, etc. etc.

Kill me now.

If you find you have to use a walker, you will also discover the most humbling time of your life. We take walking for granted, like breathing, until we can’t. Never take one of these gifts for granted. But if you wind up on a walker, be grateful for it, and make sure you have a phone attached, and a basket so you can function at least minimally!

When you find you need to use a cane because some uncaring medical people left you out in the cold until you are in permanent disrepair, don’t worry about accidentally forgetting it…everyone will remind you that you need to take the cane.

The baggers at the grocery store begin to call you ma’am, and ask if you need help carrying one bag to the car. Don’t be foolish, take the help and save your energy for fun. Besides you will have conversations with many people who help you, and sometimes be grateful for the communication. Teenagers look at you like you have already died, and of course lost your mind way before that!

When you hear a whistle you know it’s just some older person grasping at the talent of whistling. “Whistling” – a talent once appreciated – long ago!. You know it’s not a “whistle” meant for you because you are so sexy and have such a stunning figure. I still am cute as a button though. I keep reminding my husband of that, planting a gentle seed.

Everything drops. What they don’t tell you if your feet get bigger too, and all the hair that used to grow on your legs just grows on your face now!

I don’t feel guilty about not being Martha Stewart in the housekeeping department, I will go outside and sit in the sun (still with book in hand) and read to my heart’s content. With my glasses off my home is perfectly dust free. With your husbands glasses off your wrinkles will hardly be noticeable.

What is “grandma in a box”? Well it’s not a coffin I’ll tell you that! I was going to wrap me in a box in birthday paper and surprise my granddaughter for her birthday. With my luck I probably would have suffocated and surprised her with grandma falling to the floor dead! Not a good surprise. Either that or be so stiff I would be permanently unable to move from being stuffed in the box.

When you turn 65 – face it – you may still feel 45 in your mind – but the REAL prejudice is against those of us who live long enough to be known as “the old folks, old people, our elderly, the over the hill gang, seniors (say isn’t a senior in high school or college someone to be looked up to and revered?)

I could write a book about it all, but just to let you know – my wits are about me! My memory is as sharp as ever. I am still the captain of my ship and God the Master of my mind. I really am still “too sexy for my shirt”, and my cane doubles as a weapon so that if anyone pulls any crap on me I can beat them to death with it – and I wouldn’t hesitate.

I don’t hold back and just “be nice” – IF someone deserves to be told off I will do it with wit and class – but I will do it. I don’t hold anything inside. I dress exactly the way I want to, and love the freedom.

When no one is looking (ha ha) I will do what I damn please and take any risk I opt to…why not? There isn’t too much I haven’t done in my life (a lot I wish I hadn’t done), and what the heck is the difference. It could kill me?

No one knows when they are through with being on this earth – at best my life is less than two decades, and so if you see me flying through the air with some young stud attached to my back, don’t be surprised!

I probably will be holding tight to my husband, whom I still adore, sitting behind him on his Harley, going a 100 miles an -hour down some back road!

Life doesn’t have to be over just because you have aged like a fine, fine wine! Or better yet in my case, an aged bottle of good whiskey! One that gives warmth to your innards, and a glow on your cheeks.

Keep your sense of humor. If you’ve lost it, find it and right away before you forget what you are looking for…..and smile!

LET US WAKE UP BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE!

March 1, 2017

Human intelligence fluctuates with habits. We become what we hear, see, and are told.
“They” have to dumb us down for us to be fixated on what the advertisers are selling. The perfect face, the perfect body, perfect sex, the perfect home, the perfect toy, the perfect wardrobe, perfect furnishings and electronics, the perfect car, and so forth.

Really? Do we really need to buy because the money machine tells us to do so? Buy it all and then die young from the stress in trying to pay for everything. This is not a joke!
Stress kills.

Should we really think it is entertainment to go to the mall with our children and friends? Where is the hell did we get that idea? Oh, never mind, I know.

Black Friday – REALLY? Grey Thursday? Technological what day? Let me grab my wallet and go buy a bunch of prettily packaged up JUNK made IN CHINA. It will last long enough to get the next model of stuff out so our new purchases will be outdated.

We need to open our eyes. Get out of the “habit” of buying! Material things come and go. Love is forever.

Pretty simple.

GOOD MORNING EVERYONE!

February 27, 2017

GOOD GOOD MORNING! I am alive and ready to eat the day! I plan to make it sumptuous!

No matter what the weather my heart will be elevated because I have the choice – one hundred percent, to carry this day to heaven or hell. Heaven it will be!

I will be grateful for that which has been given to me by the grace of God. Grateful for that innate ability to laugh every day (of course there are exceptions) – but not often. Grateful for every tiny blessing that profoundly lifts my life to a rapid but gentle current from hour to hour.

I stopped and said a prayer a moment ago. I asked thanked God and asked for guidance.
Even if you don’t “know” what you believe….pray daily and do your best. I can”t guarantee you sixty thousand dollars in ten days after posting this and sending it to 10 friends (I am silly), but I will GUARANTEE if you pray just a prayer every morning and do your best, you will be happier, and God will direct your tootsies around the mud puddles, and elevate your thoughts and “reactions” to life, to a smile for no reason.

We rarely trust in ourselves. Pray a tiny prayer consistently for a month and then afterward, simply do your best, make the best choices you can, and HELP WILL COME YOU WAY – and happiness!

 

I PROMISE. (Keep believing someone bigger than you is taking over and QUIT that tiresome and useless worry.). Worry is exhausting and does nothing to change things!

Also, be careful if you use candles, or one of those fragrance things that needs a candle to disburse the fragrance. Enthusiastically I blew hard to get out the tiny candle and I blew hot wax all over the place! I didn’t get burned, but I started laughing right away, because if I didn’t have enough to do, now I had to clean up this mess!

candle-wax

Oh well. I can climb a mountain (slowly and carefully of course), so I can certainly clean up wax and still meet all these “important” tasks that loom over our heads each day. That “stuff” will get done….but HAPPINESS and JOY in your life are the real goal! You will make others smile and laugh too. Now get to it, and blow the candle out softly. 🙂