Posts Tagged ‘senior citizens’

Invisible Injuries

September 15, 2016

We all have them.  Whether they be mental or physical, they all come with the territory of being human.

No visual example of adversity. No example of individual interior adversity – mentally or physically!

The difficult part is NO ONE on planet earth can fully understand what YOU personally may be tackling as far as these unseen or unknown challenges.  No one will ever know one hundred percent.

This is why in order to succeed in life, we must attend to our own “healing” of mind-body-and spirit, and we must forgive those who don’t GET where we are coming from.

It may be the depths of hell to us, but not even within the view of others understanding.

The reason I lay all of this on US is because I am going through those invisible injuries.

I have had a pile of them all my life (off and on) – WE ALL DO.  They are all different and all in different degrees of the need to heal.

Truth be told (as politicians often say – if they only would!)  NO ONE but YOU can do the healing.  I will add in (because these are MY thoughts, and this is my place to offer up my thoughts), that if you have a belief system beyond yourself, life will be leaps and bounds easier to handle and the mountains less tenuous to climb.

I am fortunate because I have faith that cannot be shaken no matter how difficult my life become.  Honestly  life does not get easier as you age, it gets harder.

BUT THAT DOES NOT MEAN you cannot have laughter, and joy, and love, and reapall the rewards we humans still have available.

The key is how you CHOOSE to respond to your own problems, and the tenderness with which you CHOOSE to have understanding and forgiveness of others.  Personally, I can NEVER hold a grudge.  Being unforgiving and judgemental festers inside you like an infected sore.  When you forgive (even if you don’t mean it at first), you begin to heal from within!  REALLY.  You release ugly and negative thoughts, and are able to use your own healing powers for yourself!

Another great way to handle stress of invisible problems is to breathe.  Get plenty of oxygen and your body will “think” better and “feel” better.  It is THE WAY of your body. Think about it.  Slow or stop breathing and what happens?  Less oxygen, less optimal thinking and healing, and ultimately death!  So is it important?  What do you think?

Lastly, I guarantee I have at least thirty to forty things going on within me physically and mentally that no one can ever understanding.  But what I realize is it is UP TO ME to handle it all.  I tried being miserable.  It sucked.  So I gave it up!

Besides I use a trick.  I don’t know when it began, perhaps in the womb, but when an unexpected scenario confronts me, I ALWAYS try to find the humor in it – and laugh!  I know you can’t laugh at everything, but it doesn’t hurt to try.  Humor can really save your day, and your life!

You can rise above WHATEVER it is that is aching to pull you down.  Try not to exclusively dwell on the problems.  Divert your own attention by accomplishing tasks that lay before you.  When you feel like a pity party, TAKE A BREATH – think of it like ammo and a secret weapon.  It is.  If you think this is all pie in the sky and just words –

YOU WOULD BE WRONG!  I would not waste my precious moments, and each moment is precious to me, expounding on words with no meaning.  Thoughts with no depth.

So please think about it.  Read this again. I am serious. You won’t waste the minute it takes, and this time think about applying it to your life!  You must get into the habit of this way of thinking.  We are creatures of habit.  Please read it again and this time think about it with YOU IN MIND.

REPETITION IS THE MOTHER OF ALL LEARNING. Repetition is the mother of all learning. Repetition is the mother of all learning. Repetition is the mother of all learning.  Now close your eyes and say it.

God bless you, and I so very much mean it!  Flowers for you courtesy Park City, Utah  I have no idea what kind they are but it looked like they were placed gently on top of these bushes, and they were beautiful!Park City FlowersJPG.jpg

 

This seems to be a “non-hero” action by John McCain. A friend I trust sent me this.

July 22, 2015

I think our politicians and leaders are the only ones in the world who sell out their own Native people by selling our country out from all of us.  It does make me sick.  I love my country.

Katniss is real, and she is an Apache.11742702_840554335992441_9171768963361075980_n

While we were all looking the other way, sacred Apache land (that was also property of the American people as a whole) was sold to an Australian-British mining company that will soon have the rights to leave a 2-mile crater in the area. How did this happen? Senators John McCain and Jeff Flake slipped the deal in at the last minute at the bottom of a much-needed military defense spending bill. Apache have been camped out on the sacred site of Oak Flat ever since, and this young warrior, along with a handful of others, traveled to NYC all the way from Arizona to try to bring attention to her people’s plight.

Let’s help this story spread and let this real life rebel know that she is not alone, and that the American people won’t stand for this betrayal to us all.

Petition: https://secure.avaaz.org/…/stand_with_the_apache_global_l…/…

Article: http://www.nytimes.com/…/opinion/selling-off-apache-holy-la

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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Great thoughts to help you manage emergencies and stress

April 28, 2015

This is a wonderful true story I want to share with everyone who enjoys this blog. If you’ve read me before you know I broke my back two years ago, had to have surgeries, and now have some serious permanent disabilities.

I was a fitness trainer, a dancer, and taught stress management and relaxation (thank God). My life was perfect. Now I am working every day creating my new life, and when I read these paragraphs from a deliciously spiritual book, God in You, by Dr. David Jeremiah, I just had to share………

I never knew I had such respect for Thomas Edison.

“It was December of 1914 when Thomas Edison’s great laboratories in West Orange, New Jersey, were almost entirely destroyed by fire. In one night Edison lost 2 million dollars worth of equipment and the record of much of his life-work. Edison’s son Charles ran frantically about trying to find his father and finally came upon him standing near the fire, his face ruddy in the glow, and his white hair blown by the winter winds.”

“ My heart ached for him” Charles Edison said. “He was no longer young, and everything was being destroyed. He then spotted me. And he said to me, @Where is your mother? Find her. Bring her here. She will never see anything like this again as long as she lives!”

The next morning, walking about the charred embers of so many of his hopes and dreams, the sixty-seven-year old Edison mused, “There is great value in disaster. All our mistakes are burned up. Thank God! We can start all over again.”

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Each day is a new opportunity to begin again.  I am endeavoring to move onward and upward.  I hope you know that no matter what happens in your lives, you have the choice (100%) of how to respond!  Take a breath, find a fair melding of intellect and emotion, and THEN respond.  You can do these things in short order once you make a habit of doing them.  Now, onward and upward for you too!  It’s much more fun than you think to respond in a manner that knocks people off their feet.  “Gosh, look how great his or her response was!”  Gain respect and have a better life.

God bless you!

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.

America’s Got Talent

September 17, 2014

I rarely recommend a television show but this one rocks.

If you are looking for a show that has “real entertainment” (and you can watch it with your kids, this is it) The show is children friendly, but the entertainment is for all ages, and this year it is the best ever.

There will be a winner tonight, but I cannot decide whom I would like to win. The balance acts, the magicians, the dancers and singers all all unbelievable. I would book them all if I were an agent.

The top three for me (but not in 1,2,3, order) are Sons of Serendip – The lead singer is not only extremely handsome and sexy, but he is such a fantastic singer. The three musicians are fantastic too. They make BEAUTIFUL music, and seem to be so whoesome and nice.

Quintavious – this twelve year old is absolutely unbelievable – an entertainer with a magical voice. He is funny, modest, and real and I just would love to give him a big hug.

Acro Army – this group you have to see to believe. They are acrobats, and dancers. Fabulous entertainment! Their act is choreographed beautifully and it is very dangerous as well.

WOW. I can’t pick from those three – can you? All the top six are great but these are my top three.
Who would you pick? Of course Miguel Dakota is a very good singer and he has charm and looks too!

The judges are funny and I like them all. So much better than sooooooo many violent and terrible shows. My husband also likes Sons of Anarchy, but I am glad this is the last season. It has gotten progressively violent – visual violence. I counted those killed in the show last night – only twelve persons! It didn’t matter with this show. Last season they killed men, women and children. Lovely example.

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!

Nature is Exquisite

June 6, 2014

After watering I saw droplets of water on a cobweb.  Call me crazy, but I think it was just beautiful.  The sun hit the drops and sparkled, and it reminded me there is beauty all around us if we just take the time to look!

 

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God bless you!  CREATE a wonderful day tomorrow – moment by moment

DREAMS

May 7, 2014

This is my six-hundred and twenty-third post.  You may think it a bit bizarre, but once in a while, I may be a bit bizarre!

Here I am again, armed withwords, ready to spew forth on paper, from the depth of my dreams the last couple of nights, what needs for me to be released.

Dreams have been a vast portion of my life. For eons dreams have been considered prophecy, or the brain settling in on incidents in a persons life. They have even been considered nonsensical, to have no meaning at all.

They mean something to me. In my life I had two two specific queries I put in my prayers. I needed immediate help with answers, and awoke at four in the morning with my answers. I immediately wrote the dreams on paper, and forthwith followed those answers to perfection.

My dreams have ALWAYS been my “other” life, taking me to places I have never seen and introducing me to peoples I have never met. Ninety-nine percent of the time I have loved my dreams and often wished I could stay in them. On occasion I have closed my eyes and once again returned to the places of my dreams.

I rarely forget my dreams, and only once in a while are they confusing. The best part of my dreams, ever, is flying. There is something in my living soul that makes me feel if I could just remember how – I could fly. I remember lifting off the ground and the positions I was in, and even the places I have flown in my dreams.

Well the past two nights were not so light. If you think I am insane, I am to a certain extent, I think we all have a “touch” of insanity. A human factor that sometimes can be unsettling.

I have no evil in me. Of that I am certain. Just still a “believer” in human kind,  and sometimes that has caused me to make terrible choices. Also, I admit, I have justified certain events in my life so I could “allow” myself to do whatever it was I justified. Big mistake. Alcohol was always involved in my worst mistakes (my husband calls alcohol “devil juice).

This first dream fogs in on a man I once knew who was evil. He was the epitome of evil.

He could make you believe there was good in him, and after a while, would draw you into his scheme of things. He hurt everyone that was in his life.

I bought into his program and wound up marrying him. We were married two years before I realized he was an alcoholic that sat in bars all day while I worked. He was a cheat, and a liar.

I could write a book about the five years I tossed into the trash can, but I survived and learned that which I need never have learned! This man died ten years ago, and it has been over thirty years since I was with him. He killed himself with alcohol and drugs, as he was facing prison for abusing and stealing from the elderly.

Still, he has never left me alone. When he died he was the first person I felt no regret for his death. I only felt relief because he would never hurt anyone again. But in my dreams he has surfaced time and time again.

Each time he was up to his old tricks.   After the dreams I always awoke with the feeling that I wished he would leave me alone! I wondered how long this would go on.

Well night before last it ended. Somehow in this fog we were near a lake – there were inlets and small boats traversing hidden coves. I was not privy to how I killed him, but in my dream he was reduced to a small packet (about the size of a baseball card), and he was dead. I tried to get rid of the card by throwing it in the water, but it floated.

So I took it up and wandered around trying to finish him for good.

There was a campfire close by, not really the kind in a pit, but in a deep barrel. It was burning hotly. I threw the packet in the white-hot fire and he was gone, burnt to ashes.

I knew he would never be back and I felt safe.

Upon waking I was startled, not because I remembered my dreams, but because I knew he would never bother them again. It was finished.

Last night in my dreams I was on crutches, ambling on foot through an unfamiliar town.

I limped past bars, and heard loud voices trying to “out volume” each other. I made it through stores that were closed, and began to walk on the sidewalk. It was going uphill, and I tired, so I went into a store that carried just about everything.

It was busy, but very interesting. I got to the back of the store and saw a green velvet chair that looked very comfortable. I sat down and noticed a pile of large photo albums stacked next to me. I randomly picked one up, and when I looked at the first photo I realized it was pertaining to me, and all that has been in my life, to this point. I turned each page and was fascinated to see all those who have crossed my path, and those who have been in my life for a long while.

About half was through I began to see photographs that were less than photos you would put in your album. Large photographs that reflected things in my life that was prior to this between only me, God, and maybe one or two other human beings. Certainly photographs that I don’t remember, but they were all inclusive as to reflect the times in my life I would rather keep to myself. It was humbling and also a revelation to see experiences and reflections of “another me”.

Somehow, when I awoke, I felt that it was all revealed, and that I am now never to be bothered by the man who haunted my dreams, and that I would never again lean towards a diminishing of my Spirit, nor waste a moment of this precious life. It has been a cleansing two nights, and now that I have written it on paper, things that I will not have to see or review again…for now.

If you dream you will understand. If you don’t, I hope at least I have been able to air my dreams and share with you two nights that I believe are very important in my life.

As I said earlier in the post, sometimes my dreams are so very wonderful I never want to wake up! I call my dreams, “My other life”. I will fly again. So now do you think I am mad?

Have a beautiful day and do not toss to the wind a moment of your life. The moments of your life do the “flying” and I want them to be filled with joy and unrelenting good! You don’t have to be a saint, but be kind, be wise, love mightily, and forgive those who have made mistakes and are trying to go on the right path. That does not mean you have to “hang out” with them, but if you do not forgive, it only hurts you! Be kind to you.

Thanks reading my post! I will write again soon, and one never knows, it may again touch on dreams or who knows what!

 

 

Say what?

March 20, 2014

If you cannot do what you used to do – do what you can.

A good cry washes the eyes and lets loose of sorrow withheld, to begin anew.

If you want to see trust – look in the eyes of your dog.

You cannot heal if you refuse to think you will.

Never listen to words from a man with a heart of stone.

Remember God, and He will remember you.

Stop long enough to say hello to the person standing next to you in line.  You may see an unexpected smile.

A sincere “thank you” is a gift worth more than gold to the receiver.

Did you see the full moon?  Why not?  How many do you have left in your lifetime?

A good memory needs reviewing on occasion..  A bad one should be dismissed – if the lesson was learned.

Begin to see the series of things that happen in your life not as burdens, but as challenges.

For every kind word you speak to an elderly person, your heart enlarges, and your place in eternity is more certain.

Love children, even if they are dirty and have a runny nose, and are not yours.  They are newcomers to this planet and they learn what they see and hear.  They belong to all of us.

Remember we are all human beings, all flawed, and all overburdened in one way or another. Join together as if someone is invading our homes, as if war is imminent, clasp spirits, and then pray for peace, hand to hand and heart to heart.  We are human.  We are earthlings, here to be a family, to protect the earth, and to forgive, and love one another.

Now stretch your arms up, take a breath, and smile.  CREATE a day worth living!

Always find a way to laugh and be happy.  That’s my plan, and I’m sticking to it!