Posts Tagged ‘human’

A New Day

October 15, 2017

I hope you enjoyed my little pity party last night.  I normally “choose” happiness.  I think it was in part because the weekends when Mike is gone are the hardest -particularly Saturday night…go figure!  It was Saturday… Last evening I felt exhausted, my poor little tootsies were hurting, right along with my ankles, and so instead of choosing to get into one of my good books, I made the mistake of watching a movie Mike had recorded…I realized it was not the movie I should have been watching. I find no joy in watching a movie unless it leaves me feeling good.  That is because we have so many terrible things going on around us…for relaxation – I choose something that actually makes me laugh or feel happy.

That is part of the problem (I believe) with young adults and children.  They are “fed” all these TERRIBLE SCENARIOS in movies and on the internet. hollyweird is warping all their minds, right along with the horrible lyrics put into some music.  Unbelievable.  That’s a whole different subject.

Today is a beautiful day.  A day to begin again and have the opportunity to love and live and be grateful for all the small miracles many of us are so fortunate to have in our lives.

Therein I am going to drop to my knee, say a prayer of gratitude, and also pray for all those whose needs are so much right now…those in line of fires, hurricanes, flooding, earthquakes, and basic needs we all require to live.

Have a GOOD day and if you started off with a pity party, as I did yesterday – remember it is okay to be human…but make it a short party and then choose happiness!

My friend

August 30, 2016

I’ve had more than a few people request that I post this particular thing again – and so I will!

 

MY FRIEND

You’ve been my friend for over forty years. Still, we teeter between love and hate.

You were with me for the good times. You were with me when I was down or in pain.

You were my friend when I was lonely and felt I had no other friend.

You gave me courage when I felt insecure, you made me forget.

You’ve been with me to heaven’s gate and then to the gates of hell.

It seems you’ve always been near, within my reach.

 

At times I hated you, but just when I thought you were gone for good, little by little,

You subtly sneaked your way back into my life.

You’ve always had your way with me.

You, my treacherous friend sometimes made me turn into someone else, a monster.

You made me seething with hatred and anger.

You made me think I wanted to kill myself.

You stole my will.

You made me see from a perspective that was not my own.

 

You sucked the life from me and yet I found myself calling on you again and again!

You invaded every area of my life, took me up and then dropped me down again.

You usurped my energy and spirituality.

You took my creativity, my intellect, and my motivation to be me.

 

When we parted you still affected my days and nights. I thought I needed you.

You almost killed me more than once with your reckless and distorted control.

You lure me into that altered state of consciousness, to be drunk.

To sleep the perpetual sleep, never perceiving reality.

Never to see the true shining star shining from within.

 

John Barleycorn. You are alcohol, the devil in disguise.  You and your associates will not

steal my life again.

 

You are socially acceptable. You are legal. I still tarry with you now and then, but you are

NO FRIEND OF MINE!

DREAM of the Kilo Year

June 2, 2016

This dream two nights ago took me to a new level of dream reality. My dreams have nothing to do with my faith as that is like a rock – but sometimes they seem to allow me to have another reality. A reality now where there is no disability. There is so much as an finite human I have still to learn; so many talents that none of us bring to light because we do not know, or do not believe strongly enough to manifest the being of these gifts.

All my life, since a few nightmares when I was a child, I have had AMAZING dreams.My father did too. They are (some people have asked me) in color, and it has been easy to sometimes awake and then go back to sleep and pick up where I left off.

My dreams have been answers two prayers, at least twice that I remember specifically. I love my dreams.

I wasn’t in a good place in this dream. Very rarely have I personally ever been afraid in a dream, and through I cannot remember what the dream was (that is rare too as sometimes my dreams stay with me for days or indefinitely) – I was frightened.

Since my puppy was big enough to jump on the bed, each morning I awake with him lying next to me. I open my eyes and he is sound asleep next to me, or I awake to his eyes looking directly into mine.

Back to the dream. That morning I did open my eyes – I wanted to leave the dream I think – but apparently, not really!  I put my arm around the sleeping dog and closed my eyes and went immediately back to sleep.

The dream began again, but this time I wasn’t frightened – my puppy was right next to me and I had my arm around him. I was no longer afraid. He was absolutely with me.

What is so unusual about this dream is it is the first one that I have come back to this reality, and taken “someone” with me into my dream. Though I have no memory of what the dream was at all, I remember I was no longer frightened. I could feel his chest rise and fall with each breath – and he was awake and checking the perimeter around us.

I woke up and my arm was still around him, but this time he was alert, and checking the perimeter around us. It still amazes me because he came into the dream upon my need and request.  He has begun to stay with me every step I take…almost as if remembers……

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