Posts Tagged ‘personal’

Another Dream – “Awakening”

June 14, 2018

A Dream melded with Reality – Actually a bit daunting – but true!  Sometime late in May, 2018….

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.

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

My life had been one of unrest, confusion ,and pleasure melded together in a cocktail of alcohol – with some remorse, sadness; shaken with physical pain and turmoil.

The dream manifested in a home still in construction. The home itself was a giant maze of rooms and windows and people, and it was still being built. 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 in the continuous building of the house. He disappeared and appeared frequently enough not to be unsettling.

She showed me the biggest room being built. 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 did not want to be there anyway. I thought someone I had believed to be in the prison was with my animals, which was disconcerting. I was compelled 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 surprisingly I was not hurt. I just wanted to leave.

I knew this had happened and I told my companion “We need to leave.” He hemmed and 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. It was a sickness. There were excuses made. His spirit had left him exiting through indulgences. There was no excuse to me for the illicit behaviors.

I was ready to go, sitting in a long blue vehicle that was open and only had two bench 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.

 

Many of my dreams are imprinted in my memories for years in my conscious state, though I have never been trapped like that in one before. I do not want to experience that again. My dreams will continue.  This dream has meaning for many to draw from..with understanding and motivation..

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.

Statistics – Not boring, I hope – Informative

April 9, 2018

STATISTICS:

Brief definition is Collection, analysis, interpretation, and presentation of masses of numerical data.

Do you rely on statistics to “enlighten” you regarding a subject you are very interested in? WELL STOP IT!

Most statistics are bogus: Fake, spurious, false, fraudulent, a sham, or at least deceptive. Gathering absolutely correct statistics is IMPOSSIBLE.

During this time of healing, I am researching a few subjects to write about, and I have noticed a huge difference in statistical information from website to website.

We can’t just check one or two websites and expect to get statistical clarity. I check multiple websites and read multiple statistical reports. I have already learned quite a bit; never tire of learning new things, or getting new information.

I realize many people, due to which “direction” they lean (if you get my drift) will look for information that agrees with his or her particular thoughts or beliefs.

All I am trying to impart on this post, from my humble knowledge, is that we cannot bet our lives on ANY information we are given. No matter what your beliefs, media presents incorrect information on a daily basis.

So don’t “freak out” if you are told to panic in one direction or another. Do
your own work and check multiple reliable sources.

Lastly, do not just “take the word” of one person if the statistics are regarding something important to you. Bless peoples hearts…someone may have given them bogus material and in passing it on perhaps they inadvertently have given you incorrect statistics…or have a “memory blip” and changed the numbers by accident.

 

Adapt – Accept – Free – Squander

April 5, 2018

Those are absolutely giant words in each and every human life. The human being has an amazing character to be able to adapt fairly quickly to any situation put before him or her.

The only problem humans face in their willingness to accept what scenario is the challenge before him or her. Though on occasion we have to face a situation that would make anyone cringe, we always have a choice….that choice is to accept the fact we cannot change some things.

Therein, if we are to be happy, we must have a willingness to accept that fact – and move forward from there. If we try to change an unchangeable scenario we will just “spin our wheels” and wind up out of control and unhappy.

This is not an easy challenge, but once accepted you can face “the mountain” squarely, and begin to plan the way you will forge onward and upward from there.

If you adapt and accept you will find no matter what obstacle you face can be overcome. The way you do it may be totally unexpected, and perhaps not what you would choose…but the probability of learning from it, and bettering your life is immense. You might even find, in the long run, you have a better outcome than you expected.

When you adapt and accept you will begin to realize you are free! Free to think, analyze, move on, and open arenas in life you never expected to become well-versed in. You are always free
to choose happiness and growth. When you do you unwittingly pull a better life towards you. You will find your adapting and accepting with “anticipation” and “willingness” to learn and try will also draw people towards you….you open a world, and are free to choose…keeping hope for the best as your own attitude!

If you squander the moments of your life through negligence or inaction, you are not the only one to suffer. If there is one other human being you care for, remember if you do not adapt, and accept you will limit your life much more than the challenge before you, and your choices will affect all who may share your life.

As abruptly as life began, and you open your eyes, you focus, and the world enlarges, in the blink of an eye you are facing the prospect of aging and the ultimate and humbling knowledge that soon you will face death.

If you have adapt and accept all that is placed before you, your life will be filled with freedom and unexpected joy. As your world becomes smaller with age, you will have gained wisdom, cherished each moment as an individual “time of your life”, and will be able to handle the ultimate challenge with grace and ease.

PITY PARTY

March 27, 2018

Would you like to come to my pitiful pity party.
You don’t need be strong, you don’t need be hearty.
They’ll be no refreshments served, no cupcakes or treat,
This party is strictly for those who are sad, mad doesn’t count,
don’t kick up your feet, this pitiful party is just for the weak.

Those who are healing and can’t get outside,
those disabled souls still filled with false pride.
Walk on those crutches, push that sweet walker,
Think “healing is now” – don’t rush, don’t be a sucker.

Takes a minute to damage the one place you live –
Now use time to “catch up”, to to think and to pray,
Take a breath and think “healing” – it could happen today.

If not, if its longer and seems like a life time for you,
Then keep your wits about you and do what you do!
Write out the bills, organize files, sit in the sun,
Stay loaded with smiles…

Think of this time as a rest, a vacation from stress;
Pluck your eye brows, put on a mud pack, and do all the rest…
Things normally crammed into “when I can do it”,
Be positive and pray, and you will always get through it!

Just to let you know, so you don’t feel down and alone
I’m healing myself – slowly each day, and living my words,
So now what can “WE” say? It is a short time, a little rhyme;
An avenue to a whole new experience WE see NOW.
Let’s be an example, while doing our best, to help others to heal,
Take a breath, a “forced” rest isn’t really all bad.
I see others and know some wish that they had…
A minute to rest.
A minute to write.
Just relax in the day,
And sweet dreams at night.

 

 

 

 

I believe in hugs. I believe in love.

March 16, 2018

When I hug someone I don’t do it for any other reason than I care (of course not including my husband…I love him and am passionately in love with him).

Years ago I taught a class “hug therapy”.  It began because I often walked up to strangers, women in particular, and ask if I could hug them.  I chose people I thought could use a pick me up, a little up close and in personal act of warmth and caring. Often an elderly person, or a person who looked kind of sad or let down.

I was always received with welcome smiles and arms open.  We would share a big hug and both of us left smiling and feeling as if we had exchanged something words could not express.  We both felt better.

At the time I taught high intensity aerobics and also a senior class.  When I began requiring a hug at the end of the session, I only had one person balk.  She said she wasn’t a person who liked to be touched.  Everyone else was totally up to share this sign of affection.

Personally  when I hug someone I am sharing a bit of my health and joy with that person.  Hugs can be very healing and sometimes, invaluable!

A hug should only be shared with permission.  That is called respect.  So at the end of each class students would line up and we each looked in each others eyes, smiled, and hugged.  It was wonderful….

Two things that came of this, were such a wonderful surprise to me.

The lady who chose not to hug watched for weeks as everyone else shared this simple act of closeness, with no expectations.  One day after class she walked towards me and said,”Okay, I will try it.”  She stood still as I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a big mindful hug.  (That is just a strong-gentle hug that lasts ten seconds or so, then a release.)  She stood back and smiled.  From that point forward she always waited for a parting hug.  It was lovely because she soon “relaxed” into it, and hugged me back. She told me, “I don’t know what it is, but when we hug I feel like a connection of two living souls.  I feel loved and empowered.”  I often think of that and hope she is still hugging and being hugged.

The other wonderful words bestowed upon me were these:  “I drive twenty-five miles to take this class, and though I like the class a lot – I really come for the hugs.  This is the only time I get hugged all week, and I love it.  It keeps me looking forward to the day…just for that hug.”  This thought still makes me teary-eyed.

When my daughter or girlfriends get together, we often hug tightly and jump up and down for joy!

Such a simple act that can mean so much to another human being. I know “times” are different, and there are so many things we can feel afraid to say or do, but if you can hug someone today, do it!

Just remember to be respectful and ask, “Do you mind if we have a hug?”

Addendum:  I know several Chinese people who say is is not their custom to hug strangers or anyone except husband/wife and family.  We spoke in depth and I do understand the concept and protocol of this custom… I respect their wishes as such….I didn’t ask, but perhaps that is why many bow upon meeting (or is that a Japanese custom?)  I am not certain.  I believe not judging, but respecting “others” customs is important in this melting pot of the world.

Have a beautiful day.

 

 

 

 

A Dream

February 8, 2018

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 dying 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 child 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 young and robust and healthy young woman pivot and turn, with grace and ease. I cried for the exchange of freedom in movement to truth coming. I knew.

I dreamed of the multilevel domes they called stacks. 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 knew I would fly again soon.

“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 remember once I lifted and rose and left the earth.  I flew over the pasture.  I looked down and I was above the goats and cows, and the small farmhouse.  I could smell the fresh green grass and hear the creek below.  I could feel the breeze.  I don’t remember how I came back to my body, but there I lay, still awake in the bed. I listened to the barking of dogs. There were no drugs, no alcohol, yet I had, while fully awake, tasted freedom –  from a time I was restricted to bed to heal from injuries when I had been hit in my car.  I think it was a gift to still my restless heart and strengthen my faith.

I knew I would someday 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 slept and dreamed. 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 knew I was dead. I was finally “as it should be”; as it will be for all – as it is destined to be.

The sky was blue. The stars were really diamonds shining in rainbows of colors, and I could rest and bounce from cloud to cloud. I saw Spirits that had left me. I knew there were Spirits to come. I saw the Man of Sacrifice and Love, and He was the light, and His father still watched over it all. I knew it had been worth it all and I could not recall the time of pain and suffering.

I felt snuggled in love, embraced with truth. I could fly again. Home at last.

I awoke.

Exposed – Brad and Angelina

January 29, 2018

For anyone who may have thought this post might have been about someone being naked, or caught in “a situation” – SORRY!  Also, I just used Brad and Angelina’s names to get your attention!  They aren’t mentioned in the post, so if it is only them you are looking for, best stop reading and move on…and have a great day!

This is a wholesome post with some old wives tales exposed, and other things too! By the way, if you question if I am an old wife, I’ve been married 30 years – does that count?

Enjoy.

A hearty breakfast of sausage (or bacon), eggs, and buttered toast will help your husband prepare for the day – whether is work is physical or mental or both!

A lie. That is probably what is clogging your husbands arteries and may, indeed, cause him a fatal heart attack in the future.
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All millennials are not spoiled, self-fish, thoughtless and shallow brats.

A lie. There are many “quieter” millennials who have all the qualities of an adult child you would work and hope for in their futures. Once again the media has shed bias and light on those millennials who are not full of hope – but seem rather hopeless. Remember: there is always hope.
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If you let a dog lick your wound, it will help to heal it because their saliva and tongue have healing properties.

Sorry, not true. There are no healing properties in letting the dog lick you – unless you like it and you feel deep down, it may help. What helps is the sedative like feeling you get when something loves you unconditionally, and would do anything for you…like lick a wound.
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If you dump grease down the sink you should run hot water.

A lie. Run cold water so the grease will not clog the pipes. If you run hot water and fail to get all the grease down, when it cools – it clogs.
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If you are a Christian you automatically forgive someone if they have done something terrible to a member of your family and/or friend.

A fallacy. Christians have the same protective nature all humans do….they are “supposed” to forgive – but often it takes a lengthy period of time to do so. Sometimes forgiving is impossible. That does not mean they aren’t Christians. It means they are human. God knows hearts.
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If you are using a recipe that calls for buttermilk, and you don’t have any, you can use vinegar in the milk instead. Not a lot, 1/2 – 1 tablespoon.

True
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If you are out of toothpaste you can brush your teeth with baking soda.

True. It works. Kind of tastes nasty but its better than hemorrhoid cream. DON’T ASK.
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If you don’t have shampoo or are short on time, use corn starch to clean your hair.

True. Just drop pour on top, then bend down and pour more. In that position rub it through you hair as if it was water. Then shake it out and brush. (Of course be over something that catches the corn starch that falls…like a sink, outside, or standing on newspapers.
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You can use make-up and vitamins longer than the label says you can.

True. When you think you are done with a product, open it and pour it into a container wherein you can still use it. When corporations tell you not to use it – that is a ploy so you will trash it and buy more. As far as vitamins – if they are hard pills they are fine. If they are fluid or in a capsule that melts in your mouth, test one. SMELL what is inside. Your nose will tell you what to do.
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If you think you will have a wonderful day, barring a catastrophe, you will!

TRUE. The day is in your mind. No matter what happens to you, your response is 100% your choice. In hard times there are lessons to be learned. That does not mean you need to be miserable. As ye thinketh, so shall ye be….CREATE A WONDERFUL DAY! Love one another!
I THINK YOU CAN!

Understanding

January 25, 2018

Here is a thought on understanding. No one person has more pain than another. We all suffer in this life-time. Mental anguish, physical pain, both can be staggering, and both can disable a person.

Try as you may,  you will never be able to get directly into the mind of someone else, and have the same trials that they may face. We are all human, yet we are all different. We need to join together in understanding each person handles pain differently.

Some people can tolerate pain better than others, and some people may have no knowledge of the power we have within our minds to bear the burden and help heal our own pain.

Some pain will never diminish completely, and therefore we must adapt, we must use our wits about us to find acceptance and a way to handle it.

After all we are the ONLY one who knows our suffering aside from God. He will always help you to find a way to grow beyond your limitations, and still become that wonderful person from within.

Pray. Think in terms of “I am healing”, “I am doing the best I can”, “I can handle whatever happens”, and so forth. My mama gave me a great reason to keep going.  She said, “I must be strong for my children and my grandchildren.  I will make them proud of me, and prepare them for what may come.” She showed me by carrying herself with the strength of a mighty warrior, and rarely complaining.

Breathe. Think about your breathing and use this gift. You will create energy and relax simultaneously.  You will create pain medication from within, and will find, with practice,  you are able to divert your own attention from the pain, even perhaps, helping someone else who may be suffering.

Remember when you see someone with a weakened body, or injured, give their mind another reason to try….share a smile with them. Talk to them. Understand they may be struggling.  For as you give…..you SHALL receive.!  Create a day worthwhile with love and understanding.

Take a breath slowly in through the nose. Hold it. Visualize it helping you, and now exhale through the mouth slowly, visualizing pain and negativity dissipating as you exhale. Repeat this often. When you feel overwhelmed – breathe! Share the knowledge with someone and you will reap the rewards as well.

You are loved!

PAIN, WORLD PROBLEMS, AND A WAY TO SURVIVE!

January 21, 2018

Totally believe we have choice one hundred percent of the time. “The best anesthesia against pain is your mental power. If you identify yourself more with God and less with the body.”..……You can survive anything and be happy!

“Be mentally apart from pain; develop more strength of mind. Be tough within. When you are feeling pain, inwardly say to yourself, “It doesn’t hurt me.” When a hurt comes, recognize it as something to be cared for, but don’t suffer over it.”

We can help heal our bodies with the power of our minds.  We will find peace beyond understanding if we fill that empty space in our hearts with God.

We need to remember to have FUN and really take time to LIVE!

Time is of the essence.   Fill the air with love and don’t forget to listen and watch…miracles are all around us if we just open our hearts and eyes.

You may think what is happening in the world is terrible and out of control. It may APPEAR you have no choices. You ALWAYS HAVE THE CHOICE of how to react to what happens in your corner of the world. Do the best you can in “your” world, remember to love and forgive, and be honorable in your actions.

One word, one deed, one moment could make a change in someones life and then the domino effect begins….one human, one heart at a time.

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.