Posts Tagged ‘memories’

Wonderful Memories & Gratitude

January 11, 2018

The difference between positive thoughts and negative ones…is simply a word or two.

Rather than mentioning how much I MISS specific things, as an optimist I will say instead, I have WONDERFUL MEMORIES of things. It is so easy, but we get in the habit of using negative words and phrases, and our minds, being brilliant learning machines, places the words used into thoughts and feelings.

Today I would like to share memories of things I treasure. I will hope and pray that the children of today, though perhaps unable to enjoy the exact memories, will have exceptional memories of their own as they grow into adults.

The first thing that comes to mind:  sitting in a tree when I was eight or so, and I enjoyed the sound of the birds and the big clouds mixing together before a storm. I ate so many tart green apples it did make me ill for a bit – but worth every moment I had sitting in that tree.

I remember how the sound of a train made me feel warm and think of places in the country and the thrill when the engine operator saw me and tooted his long horn. The sound still makes me stop and think….

I remember laying in the grass and listening to silence, while clouds configured into animals and faces, and wonderful things.

I remember riding my bike with my sister to the high school in the evening. There was no fear, no helmet, and no restriction to be home before dark. We dropped our bikes and changed into swimsuits and jumped into the pool. I loved to do a headstand in the water – legs straight as a board.

I remember walking on a downed tree with my cousin on the end of it, pushing it up and down to see if he could shake me off. We laughed and smiled and then went fishing on the river in Kings Canyon.

I remember seeing so many butterflies when the flowers came into bloom. A butterfly would flutter by…The bees came round too when the flowers were in bloom, another memory of joy.

I remember going to a camp where my brother and sister and I floated candles on little lily pads made of cardboard as a show of our faith in Jesus. The lake was brilliant with the light of so many that night.

I remember being scolded at that camp because I let a boy kiss me lightly on the lips. It is not the scolding that brings a fond memory, but because I liked the boy – it was the kiss!

I remember always, with my family, sharing laughter and song. Often we broke into song for no particular reason. We still do.  I remember holding each of my children close to me, and thanking God for them.

I am joyful and grateful I was born with something inside my heart than always finds a way to smile and be positive. I believe I was born to love, and in turn, I have been given love by so many people along the way.

I remember as a young adult someone told me “I have the cracklings of a healer” – which to me is wonderful. I want others to feel their hearts almost explode with joy, and their bodies and minds to heal..I want them to KNOW and use the power of the Spirit within.

I am grateful for living, thirty years now, with a man who kept his promises…and still does.

Fireflies, bonfires, a church bell ringing, children giggling, the feel of a baby laying on your chest-your heartbeat and the infants heartbeat, the dog laying upside down, sleeping and snoring, the unity of loved ones when Spirit leaves a body, the faith that keeps you going even when it seems impossible, the movement of the foot when a piece of music begins and that rhythm awakens the body and prods it to get up and dance just for fun, a sunset on the beach with sand sifting between your toes, the sunrise in the pines when the smell of coffee and the sound of crackling bacon awakens you, the colors as leaves turn from green to red and drop off of the trees, the dogs jumping in a pile of leaves you just raked up, a child’s eyes as he sits up in a bathtub, after showing you he can put his head under water, the parents gathered together to watch the soccer game with the young children beginning to hone skills in physical challenges, the bravery of a young soldier when he comes home with only one leg and works to begin again, holding hands, a good movie that leaves you smiling and feeling elated, the smile of someone you don’t know sitting next to you in stopped traffic, the look someone you love gives you when they shine eyes upon you, and you know they love you, and oh so very much more……all the miracles of the moments, the days, the months, the years.

THIS IS my year of GRATITUDE for all the memories, and all the wonderful moments of life to come – NO MATTER WHAT!

I pray this will be the beginning of a new and beautiful year for you too! REMEMBER there are a few ways to make it happen.
No matter what happens keep in mind you ALWAYS have a choice in how you respond; make it a positive response.
Prayer works so use it. (Even if you question this, try one prayer a day and see what happens!)
Wake up and say, “This is going to be a very good day.” Turn around potentially bad incidents into a learning scenario, and move forward.
Think before you speak. As ye think, so shall ye become.
Be a better listener.
Love one another – and FORGIVE. We all make mistakes.

 

 

 

 

I REMEMBER….

January 9, 2018

The difference between positive thoughts and negative ones…is simply a word or two.

Rather than mentioning how much I MISS specific things, as an optimist I will say instead, I have WONDERFUL MEMORIES of things. It is so easy, but we get in the habit of using negative words and phrases, and our minds, being brilliant learning machines, places the words used into thoughts and feelings.

Today I would like to share memories of things I treasure. I will hope and pray that the children of today, though perhaps unable to enjoy the exact memories, will have exceptional memories of their own as they grow into adults.

I remember sitting in a tree when I was eight or so, and I enjoyed the sound of the birds and the big clouds mixing together before a storm. I ate so many tart green apples it did make me ill for a bit – but worth every moment I had sitting in that tree.

I remember how the sound of a train made me feel warm and think of places in the country and the thrill when the engine operator saw me and tooted his long horn. The sound still makes me stop and think….

I remember laying in the grass and listening to silence, while clouds configured into animals and faces, and wonderful things.

I remember riding my bike with my sister to the high school in the evening. There was no fear, no helmet, and no restriction to be home before dark. We dropped our bikes and changed into swimsuits and jumped into the pool. I loved to do a headstand in the water – legs straight as a board.

I remember walking on a downed tree with my cousin on the end of it, pushing it up and down to see if he could shake me off. We laughed and smiled and then went fishing on the river in Kings Canyon.

I remember seeing so many butterflies when the flowers came into bloom. A butterfly would flutter by…The bees came round too when the flowers were in bloom, another memory of joy.

I remember going to a camp where my brother and sister and I floated candles on little lily pads made of cardboard as a show of our faith in Jesus. The lake was brilliant with the light of so many that night.

I remember being scolded at that camp because I let a boy kiss me lightly on the lips. It is not the scolding that brings a fond memory, but because I liked the boy – it was the kiss!

I remember always, with my family, sharing laughter and song. Often we broke into song for no particular reason. We still do.

I am joyful and grateful I was born with something inside my heart than always finds a way to smile and be positive. I believe I was born to love, and in turn, I have been given love by so many people along the way.

I remember as a young adult someone told me “I have the cracklings of a healer” – which to me is wonderful. I want others to feel their hearts almost explode with joy, and their bodies and minds to heal..I want them to KNOW and use the power of the Spirit within.

I am living, thirty years now, with a man who kept his promises…and still does.

Fireflies, bonfires, a church bell ringing, children giggling, the feel of a baby laying on your chest-your heartbeat and the infants heartbeat, the dog laying upside down, sleeping and snoring, the unity of loved ones when Spirit leaves a body, the faith that keeps you going even when it seems impossible, the movement of the foot when a piece of music begins and that rhythm awakens the body and prods it to get up and dance just for fun, a sunset on the beach with sand sifting between your toes, the sunrise in the pines when the smell of coffee and the sound of crackling bacon awakens you, the colors as leaves turn from green to red and drop off of the trees, the dogs jumping in a pile of leaves you just raked up, a child’s eyes as he sits up in a bathtub, after showing you he can put his head under water, the parents gathered together to watch the soccer game with the young children beginning to hone skills in physical challenges, the bravery of a young soldier when he comes home with only one leg and works to begin again, holding hands, a good movie that leaves you smiling and feeling elated, the smile of someone you don’t know sitting next to you in stopped traffic, the look someone you love gives you when they shine eyes upon you, and you know they love you, and oh so very much more……all the miracles of the moments, the days, the months, the years.

THIS IS my year of GRATITUDE for all the memories, and all the wonderful moments of life to come – NO MATTER WHAT!

I pray this will be the beginning of a new and beautiful year for you too! REMEMBER there are a few ways to make it happen.
No matter what happens keep in mind you ALWAYS have a choice in how you respond; make it a positive response.
Prayer works so use it. (Even if you question this, try one prayer a day and see what happens!)
Wake up and say, “This is going to be a very good day.” Turn around potentially bad incidents into a learning scenario, and move forward.
Think before you speak. As ye think, so shall ye become.
Be a better listener.
Love one another – and FORGIVE. We all make mistakes.

 

 

 

 

 

Oprah has a billion dollars, but I have style!

October 16, 2014

I opted to model in this beret a “few” years ago – at least more than 25!  Yikes.Oprah

Mine was angora.  Ha ha.  I just think this is very funny.  “They say” every style that is old will come back again!  Proven here.  I do have some bell bottom slacks that I have had since the 60’s.  Wide bell bottoms to dance in.  Of course they are a tad tighter now!

Sometimes things are just funny to me.  Humor is healing, you know – and for me that is necessary!  Actually humor is very important for all of us to remember these days!

SMILE!  God bless you all.

Sept. 11 – Music to honor firemen, policemen, and all those who lost their lives on that day…

September 11, 2014

And to honor all our military who have paid the ultimate price protecting citizens- either with the critical loss of body and/or mind quality, and those who have given their lives in the service of all of us in the United States of America.  God bless them, and God bless us all.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

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Photo taken during only one “conflict” – these were boys and girls we lost in ONE DAY.

Here is a first for my blog! I am presenting you with and mp3 that I believe is great and timely.

August 30, 2014

I hope you enjoy!  Remember, and pass it forward!

I awoke and this took form on paper

May 25, 2014

I don’t know what happened as some of the paragraphs were repeated.  It now stands corrected.  Have a beautiful moment – and the next, and the next!

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I had a dream, and then another and another – night after night, month after month, year after year.  Years turned to decades and I found myself dreaming, still.

Life changed the dreams from beautiful flights of fancy to tears sometimes.  Everything in my waking hours turned to dreams.  All memories bound together by darkness and restless eyes.

Dreams turned to acknowledgements, wisdom, wishes and the still hope lay in the path to fly again.  I saw the future of the core of humans still aspiring, and of those who lost their way.  I saw minds turn to stone and move like robots over the drying planet.

I had a dream. All the youthful errors were brought to light and the heart of my heart shone above all others on the browning planet.  He was stable and like a rock.  He was true, and I was his soul mate and Spiritual friend.  All others dissipated like fog in late morning.

I was old and disabled.  I passed by a woman who scowled and resented everything.  I told her to try to smile.  I told her it would make all easier and love would come to her.

I watched youth and a robust and healthy young woman pivoted and turned with grace and ease.  I cried for the exchange of freedom in movement to truth coming.  I knew.

I dreamed of the multilevel dome and how I could see everything outside from within.

Across the glass bridge, everything was transparent and I ran and skipped across it and back to the dome.

Within the confines, which felt limitless, I found myself turning like the tiny ballerina on the music box, again and again I moved with the music in my mind.  I spun around the top level of the dome, never faltering, never less than steady.   When I stopped I looked at the sky outside and it was pure blue and knew I would fly again soon.

blue sky

“If I could just remember how”, I thought.  “I would gently lift, and with my head tilted towards the sky I would put my arms back beside my body. then back further, with fingers together and hands relaxed, still parallel to my body, but behind it now, I would pick up speed and gentle altitude – between the old buildings, now higher in the sky.

Above the empty cities, turning with arms out to my side, above the mountains, above where the green and blue once joined in gentle landscape.”

I knew I would remember again.  I was there already within my mind.  I flew over small institution cubes where the workers could be monitored, and the core of the common man now lived.  Everything had changed.   I could see it was near the time.

I lived my life and learned all of it.  I did not choose an easy end.  I fulfilled my time with grace and still a soft heart.

I awoke and was glad my dreams had finally left me.  For so many years in waking hours my mind lived in both the awake world and the dream world.  I could not forget either.

But I was meant to learn my lessons and I was tenacious and hungry still for adventure.

I awoke and the light was brilliant.  I had seen so many faces in the walls, and floors.  I could not be alone and awake, and daydream for a moment that the faces of multitudes did not appear to me.

I was glad to forsake my day on planet earth. I was glad to give up the freedom and treacheries of my dreams. I was glad to be without form in Spirit alone. . I was finally “as it should be”; as it will be for so many – as it is destined to be.

I felt snuggled in love and embraced in truth.  I realized I was never alone.  I never had been.

I could fly again.

 

 

 

 

Do you love your children?

June 5, 2013

Violence and horror in the USA

Twenty-year old Dillon Quick told authorities that he thought about stabbing people at age eight.  It has also been brought to the public’s attention that he had thought about cutting off people’s faces, and eating them.  Articles found in his home include an animal dissection book, and a Hannibal lector mask.

Last night my husband and I watched two programs on television that we watch weekly.  One is  “The Americans” and the other is “Southland”.  My husband likes action shows, and the writing is okay on both.

Do you know how many deaths occurred in eight Quentin Tarantino movies?  Approximately five hundred and sixty!

There are approximately four hundred and forty three thousand deaths from smoking each year, two hundred thousand rapes (female/male) per year,

fifty thousand deaths per year from violence, and over ten thousand drunk driving fatalities  (one hundred and fifty thousand alcohol related deaths) in the USA.  Over one hundred and fifty MILLION drivers were arrested in 2010 for driving under the influence of alcohol or narcotics.

CANNABIS / MARIJUANA – 0 deaths.

What do these paragraphs have in common? Hollywood.  You can watch a movie, television, or something produced in Hollywood on the internet, and you will be guaranteed of one thing ninety-eight percent of the time.  There will be someone smoking, a violent rape, casual and consistent drinking of “straight” shots of hard liquor, shootings, stabbings, horrific and hideous actions portrayed by the “famous” and the “wanna be” famous.

 GUESS WHAT?  Many people are highly infatuated with “movie stars” due to media coverage.  I really love the award shows they concocted to promote themselves, so they can give themselves presents, awards, and publicity.  The millions and millions and millions of dollars these people make is not enough.  Johnny Depp made thirty-five million dollars alone for the movie Pirates of the Caribbean. They even get a pass from our illustrious “wanna be” a star, and king of the world obama.

I know – athletes make fabulous money.  Corporation CEO’s make millions.

Surgeons make millions (however they save lives and do unbelievably wonderful things for human beings sometimes. 

So what is it that REALLY maddest me mad about the “movie stars”?  Re-read paragraphs one through five again.

These people can promote their politics, donate their time for a concert to help raise money for a cause (even though they could each donate a million dollars – and quit asking peasants for help.  They can even open schools for a “chosen” few to educate them.

BUT ARE THEY ASKED TO NOT PARTICIPATE in all the “acting” that reviles everything normal families and citizens consider honorable and good.  NOPE!  They are fed millions to feed the peasants. In my mind, incidents that happen regularly have been washed over our brains repeatedly until we become insensitive to many, and obsessive for more blood and violence.

Scenarios are created by persons who may be just a “bit off”, mimicking

What has become daily food for their minds? 

Little children are placed in front of the television to give two working parents a break (perhaps).  But insidious and questionable materials are presented to these children as early as six o’clock in the evening, and from that hour forward.  Parents get tired.  Tired of monitoring EVERYTHING from television to music, to the Internet, to the cell phone, a parent’s guard is let down “just for a few.”

Honestly, having the Internet available on cell phones has just made the burden more difficult……. 

These are problems WE, as parents, grandparents, friends, and neighbors, must address.  If we don’t get some control the next couple of generations will be OUT OF CONTROL.

Respect has almost become a word unknown to children because of the “no spank” laws that are used to intimidate parents.  I, personally, think a good swat on the behind is an “attention getter”.  I don’t mean a swat to relieve your stress, but a swat to just get a child’s attention.

HOWEVER you decide to handle your children is your business, but GET INVOLVED in their “growing into adults”.  I know it’s rough, and especially for working parents and single moms and dads, but NO ONE else can help the children unless you get involved….don’t wait until it’s too late and the person who gets involved is the parole officer!   Don’t wait until they are pregnant!  DON’T wait a moment longer…EVEN if you have to be the bad “guy”.  You CANNOT be your child’s friend until they are grown.

They are the innocent ones.  They are SCREAMING for your consistent, fair, and REAL attention. 

If you need to, get help.  Read a book on parenting at your child’s appropriate age, counsel with other parents or a church group, and for heaven’s sake, pray! 

I speak with love and from experience regarding these things.  Lastly, put down the wine glass or your drink when the glass is empty the first time.

Don’t have regrets that could have been joyous moments!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Tree

August 8, 2012

It’s strange what may trigger a thought or a memory.  This morning I am saying good-bye to an old friend, a tree.   During the heat of the summer this tree offered me shade and kept me cooler, every single day.

As fall came, the leaves shimmered and shook the rain off of its leaves, while glistening in the occasional burst of sun.

I remember the sound of the leaves blowing in the wind, again shimmering with each movement.   I will miss this friend, but the time has come for it to be taken down.  The roots are rotting and the tree leans more every day towards the heat of the sun in the afternoons.

Soon, I am afraid, if it were not cut down, it could fall and perhaps hurt a passerby.

 

 

So this morning I await the tree cutters.  I have already sat on the porch and looked at it

for a time.  I took photos, and will remember “the good times”.  But it has to go now.

I have other trees planted that will support my breath, and provide so much joy and cover me in times I need refuge.  I know other trees will come to me, by the wind and seed, or because I know the importance of keeping greenery in our lives.  I am grateful for these green beauties.

After pondering all this, it came to me, that the life of this tree rather resembles my own.

There is a time for all things, and some things may be beautiful and enhance my life.  I treasure those things.  But there is also a time for letting go – a time to say good-bye to the natural loss of loved ones, and also the loss of those whose presence in our lives have changed.

What may have been good, even great, at one time, may be totally changed today.  I have been forced, in my life, to “get rid of that which is harmful to me” and my loved ones – whether it be a person, a habit, or even a change in environment and friends.

Though these changes can bring fear to the forefront, sometimes they MUST BE MADE….to refine the quality of your life, to protect your safety, to bring in the new.

Those times I often fell to my knees and ask God to direct my path.  He has never

left those that ask for help and “keep the faith”.  Our Father wants to be alive within us.

Dash the fear.  Ninety percent of what we dread actually never comes to fruition, so if you need to make a change, remember, THIS IS YOUR LIFE and no one expects you to forge through it in misery and fear, particularly if you are able to muster up your courage, and take a step forward.

I did it MANY times, in MANY scenarios, and I am here to encourage you and love you and say, YOU CAN DO IT!  Don’t forget the power of prayer.   EVEN if you don’t know it’s power – what harm can come to you by trying it.  Try it more than once – try it often.

Going outside your own mind, even in just the thought of prayer, will begin to empower you.

I really care.  I had no idea this post would take this turn, but it must be for a reason.

Create a wonderful LIFE for you and your loved ones.  Snub your nose at fear.  Mama always said, “If you can look at the worst scenario and figure out a way to deal with that, you can do anything.”  I did.  I believe you can.

Thoughts for the Day

June 11, 2012

 

We all have the power to transform the natural stress that comes from living into energy capable of improving our physical and spiritual health.

 

Secret number one is that the essence of life is transformation. These simple words hold the key for changing your life for the better. Join me and see if it is not so.  These are thoughts for the day that can transform your life and the lives of others.

 

Cherish your pets and the lives of all animals.  They are gifts to us and can be dear friends.

 

Remember to look for all those blessings we take for granted.  The breeze in the trees, the sound of singing birds, the laughter of a child, these are all blessings we can enjoy!

 

Look at your surroundings as if you were a visitor.

 

Love.  Do a kindness for someone.

 

“Humble beginnings or wealth from the start, what truly matters are things of the heart”.

 

Take your family for a walk, or just do something spontaneous for fun together.

 

Don’t keep yourself in a prison.  Take a break from your electronics and refresh the memory of talking to a real human, or sitting in the sunshine!

 

Take a breath.  Stretch.  Smile.

 

Make a point of actually playing with your children while they are small. Catch a fish, catch a ball, catch precious moments that are only there for one short period of time.

 

Watch the sun rise as darkness lifts, watch the sunset.  How many times have you left to see the stars at night or revel in the full moon?  Not enough in a lifetime for me.

 

If you can’t leave – take a mental vacation.  Even if it’s just for a minute or two, visualize a favorite place.  Listen to the sounds of nature.  Take a breath and use your mind to renew your zest for life.

 

Cherish the earth.  It is our home.

 

Cherish your body.  It is the only place your Spirit has to live!

 

Don’t let the sour expressions or negative attitudes of people affect your day.

It is a choice.  Let your light shine through and be grateful for small miracles.  Start a cycle of sharing smiles and positive thoughts.

 

YOU CAN DO IT!

 

Divorce of the decade

August 26, 2010

Not to impinge upon your post, but my divorce was the divorce of the decade….every decade I divorced (or was widowed). I am NOT a celebrity. I am ONE OF YOU. Nobody.

Want to hear about the infidelity I had to acknowledge, the beating, the hair ripped out by the roots, the
horror of a best friend cheating with your husband, the loss of all assets to a con artist? The loss of a 22 year old husband when he was killed by the 22nd car of a moving train. I guess not.

I am nobody when it comes to “stars”….but I slept with a major star, I taught fitness to more than one star, and I have a friend who has been a star since 1958. Still. No one is interested in my divorce/or loss.

If I made 17 million a movie, or 100 millon a year, perhaps I would be noteworthy. As of this day, I am “not-worthy”. After all, no one knows me. My life hasn’t been on the front page of every crap magazine.
I am just a (formerly) middle class citizen. I say formerly as the middle class has evaporated and America is changed. God help us.

My LIVES are really much more interesting and diverse than that of “what’s his name”? and his wife………
Alas, no one cares. 🙂