Posts Tagged ‘beauty’

A flower for you!

May 6, 2016

God's arrangement

Celebrate!

July 18, 2015

This is the moment!  CELEBRATE the moment as it is the only guaranteed thing we have.  That statement is not negative, but the truth.

I am not going to allow any media frenzy, personal problem, or anything – usurp the moments of the day.

I see wisps of clouds.  I see a blue sky.  I see these faces upon waking.  My darling husband has already left for work…as you can see, my 5 year old is trying to get past the puppy to say hello.  The puppy wants to be first!

Gosh, and my kiddos are grown with kiddos.  I loved having my kiddos home.  I love my doggies!

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Life is the best thing I’ve ever known!

And if you think I couldn’t be raging mad, enveloped with sadness and depression, or flat lined – you would be wrong.  It takes practice to be happy.

Pardon me, I have to go practice for the entire weekend.  NOW SMILE and LOVE YOURSELF by taking care of some “fun” stuff!  Blessings by the ton to you all from a perfect (well, I am far from perfect – hee-hee) stranger.

As my kids say, “I couldn’t be any stranger!”  Wow I found my funny bone this morning.  Yahoo.

Here is a bouquet for you!

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A few more lovely flowers for you! I hope your day is OUTSTANDING!

June 7, 2015

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It is going to be over 105-112 this week.  If you are in this kind of heat be sure to hydrate and use sunscreen.  Take care of YOU (and your family)

God Bless You all!

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Flowers

June 5, 2015

Orchids

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If you know the names of the flowers in the second and third photo – please share with us.  Of course the first one is Orchids.  Have a safe and wonderful weekend.  If you find yourself tearful or terribly unhappy read stressmanagementmagic.com.  I hope it will lighten your load!  God bless us all!

Dreams: Mental Images during sleep? Another reality?

April 11, 2015

The place was unknown to me, but there was a familiarity about it.  Tiny tight streets filled with tightly woven businesses. No vehicles, not even a bicycle. Open doors that led to well-lit rooms that seemed so small. It was difficult to tell the time as the sky seemed somewhere between dusk and darkness. The small streets moved upward with an incline that made it almost a chore to move that way.  I knew there was a river down below.

I climbed the circular stairs to a small wooden building and walked boldly into the empty space. It was apparent someone lived there, but the quiet was all around me. Steaming pots rolled their substances in boiling bubbles, while lightweight curtains moved slightly pushing out the open window.

There was a bed in the corner and a small fireplace that sat neatly in the middle of the floor within a container that protected it from lashing out. Coal burnt hotly and I looked below to see the last rays of the sun before the earth turned to the dark side.

It was a strange little place, compact and cozy; within the place your could grasp everything one would need to survive comfortably. I noticed the feeling of a familiar, but unknown presence. It left a spirit of calmness about me.

Ii walked to the open space to pass through to another room. No door, just an area big enough to move from one place to another. Before I did so, I saw a shining instrument sitting in the corner to the left of the door.

It was like a harp, a magnificent instrument that I might have dreamed of playing in another time. I withheld my desire to touch it with thoughts that automatically were respectful of its owner.

As I walked across the threshold to another place the inside became a brilliant mix of protective covering and yet the ceiling was open sky and now the stars sparkled with a blinding brilliance, yet softened by, to my knowledge, space untouched by living creatures.

I saw three handsome me. One spoke to me. He was from the neutered gender, and was warm and charming. He wasn’t sad.  He was muscular and I could tell right away,  kind and true.

The two other men were gentle souls. It didn’t matter, as we were all fixated on something more beautiful than I had ever seen. So simple yet there was elegance

I was spellbound for the moment.

Without warning I found myself leaning forward and bursting into flight and became a presence above the entire setting. It was something I had dreamed of doing before these past years, something I had done, but that was years ago, and when I really could remember how to do it. Then it was necessary to think about lifting and then bending forward slightly as I increased my speed to be able to relax and glide easily – even between buildings tightly woven together. I reached heights and watched, then swooped to glide over where ever I chose to fly.

This time I simply lifted without thought and angled slightly to direct my path above the partially closed building. It was as I had remembered but much less the task of preparation. I just enjoyed the feeling and watched the activity below me. I caught the handsome man peering at me and smiling. I smiled back.

I turned my body and felt as if I was floating on my back in water. A shooting star crossed the path of my eyes and I smiled again.

Again without warning, I felt something touch my hand and then gently lick it.

I opened my eyes and it was the puppy sitting next to the bed. His big eyes told me he needed to go out so I got up, this time on my feet, and took him out. Everything was quiet except the singing of birds and the rustling of leaves in the trees.

The sun was not yet in full view.

I wonder if this will be one of those dreams that will pick up where it left off, or one that simply is speaking to me in bits and pieces. There was no color in this dream, but it wasn’t necessary. It was lovely, and it seemed to be preeminent.

A strange day!

March 16, 2015

I could have given up as my keyboard has been turning off and it is kind of distracting – HOWEVER, this has been such a strange day thus far, I need to share it.  There will be two posts today.

The first one was my dream last night:

I saw the large pool and it was so clear I could see how deep it was. No one was swimming in the pool, no one near except a man and a woman who stood near the side of the pool in the shallow area. They spoke softly. As I walked the far edge of the pool I could hear his voice, now gruff and much louder. I could also hear the shrill and obvious displeasure in her voice. Both were talking at the same time.

I walked to the concert area and the group of women who had been practicing for weeks were arguing with four members of another group. I understood after all the practice they dedicated, they wanted to present their interpretation of the play.

I also knew the members of the other group, far more experienced and professional, and they were simply trying to offer suggestions to refine and excite the performances. Everyone was chattering loudly and defensively at the same time.

No one understood the others motives, really, they were just trying to hold on to what was so important it wound up in an arguement.

As I left the hall one frail girl asked a man of questionable character, if he could score any drugs. I walked by them quietly.

I entered the door to the left and saw the group that had been in the concert hall. Don’t know how they had gotten there without passing me in the hallway. The experienced and really good group were discouraged. They were talking about how they had spent years on the road working hard and still were left with a pittance and no place to go at the moment.

Somehow I knew the person who usually occupied the opulent and airy room. The bedroom had been neat, but once I spoke to the owner, and asked him if they could stay the night, and they knew it was okay, they began to drop their bags and instruments and sit or relax, one by one on a bed or chair.

The once attractive woman, now worn and exhausted, began to sing softly. Her sweet voice sent chills through my body as I recognized the words, “how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me…”

The words faded into silence as she wearily closed her eyes and her constantly wringing hands and body relaxed into a deep sleep. She was oblivious to the world around her. I could see her as a beautiful young woman. She still was beautiful in an ethereal way.

I knew they needed money and I opened my bag to find lots of money. There were rolled bills, a stack of flat bills – topped with a hundred dollar bill. There were several rolls of money and a heavy bag of change. I peeked in it and there were only quarters and half dollars. I had no idea where the money came from but felt pressed to count it.

I looked around and everyone else was either resting on a bed (or sitting)  with a laptop near by, or one form or another of the almighty iphone. Each donned tiny earphones placed carefully at the lobe of their own ears. One man both looked and listened at two different electrical appliances at once, with the seriousness of someone trying to do the impossible “perhaps unboil an egg” I thought.

I remembered going to an enormous “event” earlier. The top of the building looked like the striped and vibrant design of an old time circus. Everyone had prepaid to enter.

I looked around and thought, “I am in the midst of so many things that mean absolutely nothing. Everyone works so hard and pay with the hours of their lives, and then they pay to enter this place and spend all of their money on things that mean NOTHING.”
It seemed preposterous to me.

I came back to the present moment  began to count the cash. The bound stacks of money were different. Some lighter in tones and some quite a bit darker. I thought it might be counterfeit. Then I thought, it’s all counterfeit anyway…bills made of paper that purchase things that mean nothing. I thought of my home. Modest, sturdy, a place to sleep and be tied to day after day. – I paid almost $700.00 in interest alone. Everything seems to be counterfeit. “You pay to live and it’s all meaningless,” I thought.

$5,500 thus far. I knew it all was placed before our eyes (technology, things and money) to snare us into the trap. The almighty we dedicated our lives to brought distance and arguing between peoples. It took without return, except what “appeared” to be a fleeting moment of worth.

I thought all the beauty and things of actual value given to us freely, and how we all seemed to push these things aside for the shiny gold coin. I thought of God and opened my eyes and realized I had been dreaming.

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The second post will be after I grab something to eat.  I felt my stomach hurt.  God bless all those who find themselves hungry with nothing to eat.

Flu hits children – Know the symptoms

January 15, 2015

Children and the Flu: This year it is serious. At least twenty-one children are dead from the flu. It hasn’t even hit all the states yet. Part of the reason is carelesness. Do not forget to make children wash their hands often. Not a quick wash, but a thorough wash.

Remind them to bend their elbows and cough in that “cove” if they cough. This year the flu is hardest on the children three and under (and older senior citizens).

If your child has a cough, a temperature, is achy or they have a headache – pay attention. Keep them home and take care of them. Even preschool can be the setting for LOTS of flu transiting from one child to another. .

It may be a bit inconvenient to keep the child home, but think of this – is it worth loosing them because of the inconvenience?

Please be considerate of others and also lessen the illness of your own children by really paying attention and taking care of them. Do not misunderstand. I have three children and I know it is a tireless job and no handbook big enough to cover each child and all that can happen.

Accolades to parents as it is sometimes a thankless job that takes you to the brink of insanity. But the children are our gifts, you will make it through, and then some day just when you least expect it, one of your children will tell you they love you and you are a good parent. Your heart will be full.

God bless you and all the children. Make today child friendly and tell them how proud you are of them and give them a big hug “just because.” We need to share this information with others. Pass the word and prayers!

Can you guess the name of this lovely flower

September 19, 2013

Can you guess the name of this lovely flower

God is the artist of all time!

A Gift to You from God

September 9, 2013

A Gift to You from God

Photo Fun

May 28, 2013

I thought it would be fun just to publish some photos that I’ve taken over the years – a few of them…I have hundreds, so it would take a while to post all, but thought you might enjoy some of what I see in my eyes as exquisite miracles still available to all of us on this old planet earth. We had a cool day yesterday with a bit of rain.  My favorite kind of day is cool with a very blue sky and clouds heavy with rain – a heavy downpour – then maybe a brief clearing for another peek at so many different kinds of clouds, and the rain settling in on leaves and flowers.  To me the smell of everything after rain is so fresh and wonderful.  Enjoy!  CREATE a a beautiful day, and for heavens sake, find some natural gift we’ve been given, and “stop to smell the roses”, as the saying goes.

 

 

 

 

 

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