Posts Tagged ‘mistakes’

Don’t forget to praise any attempt from someone to do or say “good.”

May 26, 2017

These are a few of my favorite things anyone has said to me in my entire life. I have tried to base my actions and my days on these things. I choose now to forget the “other” things people have said – I might cry!

Someone once told me I have the faint cracklings of a healer. I loved that. I would love to heal everything – people, scenarios, war and discontent, communication between people. I cannot of course – but I can keep trying.

My daughter told me once that I channel what I believe…I channel God. Now I know I have not always, for sure, been a true reflection, but it surely inspired me….and I keep trying. Never give up and never give in!

I was told that my presence, at that particular time, to that particular person, was that of an angel. I have been told that several times, and I would love that to aspire to that purity and character…Wasn’t that lovely? Of course I know I am not – but I fly in my dreams – and I know I could in this life, if I could just remember how!

My eldest son told me he was sorry for all the times he had been mean to me. I was shocked. I never thought a thing of it because we all have our “growth” spurts, and love is unconditional and forever in my mind. He said he guessed he was mean because all through his life I had always been there – in the good times, and in the very bad times. It touched my heart, though love never runs away because of fear or distress- or because of mean words.

More than once people have said, “I like your smile. It made me smile.” Cool. Less wrinkles to smile, more fun. But truthfully, I think I was born with a special “happy” gift – a positive outlook in the most stressful times. It wasn’t easy sometimes, but I have always endeavored to smile. Honestly……it is habit now, and why not! Better to enter any scenario with a smile than a scowl. What we do becomes habit. (That is one of the very important things I teach in stress management.). Get into the habit of working to be happy – even if it starts out poorly, you have the challenge to turn it around.

When I broke my back, was treated poorly and dismissed, and my back literally burst – I might have been broken in Spirit forever. I attribute my faith, as the biggest factor, and my “habit of working to be happy” somewhere just below that. We always have a choice.

While in rehab I had a physician saying the nicest thing to me. He said, “I wish I could bottle up what it is you have and sell it!” WOW. Not to be sold, I guess. Just CHOOSE to get into the HABIT of thinking in positive terms. Sounds too simple. It is. Also, I can never diminish the power of prayer. For those who have never REALLY believed it works – be dogmatic about prayer, and then KNOW it will work for the best, in one way or another. (Not always your choice, but always the best.

I have had a full life thus far, though most of it is behind me, I look forward to seeing what is next. I want me to be my best ever. I have learned from a thousand mistakes and poor choices, and from those incidents which were not even my fault!

I prayed for guidance last night and woke up to feeling inspired write. IF I am able, I allow myself an hour to pray, read and write upon waking. It is a delicious time! There has to be benefits to getting older…I love to write and hope the things I write are of some pleasure and USE to you! Life experiences are great teachers.
There isn’t ANYTHING you cannot rise above! Whatever happens – you have 100% choice in response. Onward and upward. Out of sight and unknown personally – I TRULY send you love and hope.

I could tell you so many terrible things I remember in my lifetime, but the thing about being human is that if we focus on the GOOD – look upward and move onward – and LEARN, we will blossom like a flower. I’d rather be a flower than a prickly cactus. Smiling is so much easier.

Do something for someone today (something little or big) and don’t tell a soul! It will be tempting to talk about it, but it is so much more exhilarating to have the deed between you and whomever you believe as a creator. The Creator watches.

If you don’t believe in a higher power, then silently think about the deed and be proud of your choice, amidst all the tension and delusion that is happening around the world. It will bring a smile to your face sometime-probably more than once. It’s good to share love.

And if you think of the horrible days and comments made to you, then STOP IT. That was then.
This is now. On your mark….get set….go! And as my daddy used to say, GOOD on you! 🙂

The Dream

November 16, 2011

I awoke from a dream three minutes ago and felt compelled to write it down. It’s 6:50 AM. It could have been today’s reality; it was such an intense dream. It will stay with me, again, for a long while. Maybe you’ve been there.

I was thirty-five years younger, and I was meeting friends and other couples to go on a bus trip. I was with the man I had just married.

He was a con artist but that was not something I could not see at the time. Every one told me not to marry him, but how could I have known? Oh yes, the little voice from within told me not to do it, but I met him and fell into his arms…hurt from a failed marriage, with a man who never got close to me except to have two children.

I was hungry for “LOVE and affection”. I needed a DREAM.

My dream of being in love and having the perfect family had been
dashed, ending with my husband having a blatant affair, and refusing to give it up, even after counseling.

This man knew who and what he wanted, and what he wanted was me. He wanted all of me. He wanted my joy, my happiness, my beautiful children and home, my sex, my money – he wanted everything.

I immersed my true spirit with a cup of alcohol, which I thought relaxed me – then added a dash of pot, and with that managed to fool myself into just WHO he really was. I NEEDED that dream.

Anyway, we were on the bus and he stepped off for a few, with some of the other guys, and when he came back, he was totally someone else. He was angry. He moved away from me, and I wasn’t sure why. Everyone on the bus was shocked.

They were in the same dream as I was, and were deluded in their lives.

By then I knew he was drunk. I didn’t know what else he’d done, I assumed crank or pot, or another woman, but he was DIFFERENT. He was indifferent to me, and mad at me and began to show another self.

He flirted for a brief moment with a friend, and then I saw he was
almost laying on the floor, insecure, and obviously not the man I thought I knew.

I told one of the girls “I knew I shouldn’t have married him”, and he heard me and wreathed upright and said, “What did you say?”
The venom almost dripped from his mouth like a mad dog.

He was angry again. Strangely, I felt compassion for him.

I awoke. The dream seemed to last the night. I was startled. That dream was my reality thirty-five years ago, and it still haunts me in my sleep.

I have since forgiven myself, but it took almost twenty-five years to do that, and I still ask God for forgiveness for the horror my children saw, and perhaps the mistakes they are making because of it………

Children don’t learn from words. They learn from what they see and hear.

I am listening to my heart and the holy voice from within these days. I knew I must write this down to share. I prayed several days ago for the motivation and inspiration to once write again.

Yesterday I had a better dream. It was about a holy kiss. I knew I was supposed to write that too, but I “put it off” to take care of catching up from a trip. I will not do that again. When I am given inspiration, I will share it in the hope it will be inspiring to someone and that I will be sharing the love and hope I’ve been given.

A Holy Kiss will be written later today. CREATE your life in reality and with intellect and a fair helping of emotion. Depend on
God and don’t give up!