Posts Tagged ‘words’

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.

 

 

 

 

 

Movie Reviews

January 9, 2018

I began this post simply to remind all of us that the things we see and hear, AFFECT our brains, our thoughts and actions.  Young minds need to be fed the best of the best….particularly in this day and age.  Don’t fall into the pit allowing these minds to just watch whatever is on television or the computer.  You wouldn’t hire a babysitter that had the characteristics of some of the people in hollyweird’s productions.  Don’t allow garbage to be fed to anyone in the family.

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“Brimstone”- brutal, sadistic, child abuse, rape, sexual abuse of women and children. The man was representing a preacher, thusly giving bad vibes to religion – physical violence – tongues removed, hangings, cruelty, prostitution, murderer incest-obsessed pervert associating violence with sex. Released this year. Denmark origin, “western- horror”…..2 1/2 hours of unrelenting…..CRAP you wouldn’t feed to a pig!

“Jungle” – an exciting true adventure of surviving the Bolivian jungle alone. The cast will be unknown to you, as it was to us, but it held my husband and my attention the entire time. I would recommend this for almost everyone that is thirteen or older.

“Temple Grandin” – Claire Dane is an amazing actress portraying a young woman with autism.
This is an HBO movie, and one we happened upon accidentally. It is a surprisingly heart-warming true story, and opens a door to a bit of knowledge about the subject of autism. Kept our attention and opened our eyes to the struggles of a mother of an autistic child, and the success this child earned.

 

WELCOME and GOOD MORNING

July 28, 2017

Time is of the essence. Perhaps the written record of one lost life saved, is not going to rescue the masses or feed the hungry. I guess you could say the essence of my life has been God and survival. My story spans the lives of many people in the one earthly body. Time took me from one place to another, sometimes by chance, others by choice, and still others by the hand of God and path provided by Jesus Christ. I am still meandering across my destiny….but now the end of the rocky trail is in my sight.

I know having to take pain medication, to maintain a sense of wholeness, is not good for me.
I keep a tight watch so that I take it and it does not take me. I know taking something to sleep through the night takes a toll on my poor brain, but I need to sleep. My dreams may be affected – or perhaps it is the length and breadth of the story of my life invades me while I sleep.

I want to fly again in my dreams. I remember clearly. I know how from simply standing I elevate and then us my arms and body to maneuver…between the buildings, over the pasture, high above the fabric of incidents that weave the human state on this earth today. It will not be forever that I can’t remember how.

As I close my eyes I want to pray the earnest prayer of grateful appreciation to my Master.
I want, as I drift off to sleep to see the road moving as if I were walking, but I am just above walking….the trees change and are thick and exquisite on the sides and I look ahead unable to tell if it is the sun rising or setting. It is just at the point of color and size that it almost tricks the eyes. But I know today the sun sets with a glow that leaves light along the path.

I know it is setting because before the sun rises the birds awaken and sing first a light and breezy good morning, and then a choir to the morning with a multitude of individual, wonderful birds.

Its as if the sinking of the sun is making way for the fullest of moons to peek, almost melding as the sun sinks, the moon rises to light the sky – in the same place and at the same moment.

I am certain there are a plethora of untapped and unseen resources that can be available for us all, but now for only those who are given the eyes to see and the ears to hear.

Be thee careful of thy words. Words can give life and can harm life. Each word has a meaning and before the words are spoken they a formed with thought. Careless words can rip and tear like a madman with the sharpest of knives.

Of course we can heal. We have been given the best of instruments with specific talents given to no other creatures on this planet. But if given a choice I would rather have a physical injury that one offered up by cruel words. After all the years the physical has healed. The wounds inflicted by unworthy words heal the slowest of all, and will leave a tender scar within the heart…for words alert the heart and senses of what is, perhaps, to come. Be thee careful with thy words.

My intent as I began to write this was actually not to post this…ah but why not! There is no reason to stop now. I still have time and am able! Maybe someone will read and enjoy my words as much as I enjoy writing them! I have high hopes.

Have an amazing day. Stop for one moment and hug yourself. Look into a mirror past what you see, and say -“ I love me, I am supposed to love me. I am God’s one of a kind!. I appreciate all I try to do for others. It always feels good, though it seems there is never enough time.” And if no one said “Thank you” remember the good you do enhances YOU and is for
your growth and well-being. They may not have been taught to say thank you, they may not have thought to say thank you, or they may just be little selfish people – I say little intently.
Your heart and kindness is growing as I write – I just know it!

Love and blessings- Remember I mean things when I say or write or pray the words! So again, LOVE and BLESSINGS to you all! Thanks for taking time to be a part of me.

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

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