|Posted on September 10, 2014 at 3:50 PM||comments (0)|
I was asked recently "Why do you write your stories?"
There are many purposes for writing: to tell a story to convey an idea or opinion or to converse.
The Reason for writing is to encourage someone to share the experiences allowed when imagination is stimulated. It is the sharing that makes it with others that gives writing its value. So to all that read what is written, Thank you for sharing the experience.
|Posted on August 15, 2014 at 10:00 PM||comments (0)|
I am so tired of petty, petulant comments when someone asks a question or for advice. Everyone comes upon an instant when they become flustered, and second-guess a decision often set upon in haste.
No question is Dumb, even if the answer seems obvious to everyone else. Sometimes questions are a way of verifying to ones self that, the self has come to the proper solution for the problem being addressed.
There is no need or benefit from statements directly intended to attack someone’s countenance.
I would rather have someone ask me the most mundane, obvious, everyone knows the answer to that question multiple times so that an UNDERSTANDING is possessed; than intimidate someone to NOT seek the required answer.
Please be kind to others asking questions, the reassurance sought, just might be information the questioner may use to help you in a time of need.
|Posted on July 23, 2014 at 1:45 AM||comments (0)|
Something to think about.
Forgiveness is not for the person forgiven. Forgiveness means that you let go of the anger and hurt that can consume your soul. The offense need not be forgotten just let go.
|Posted on July 11, 2014 at 8:55 PM||comments (0)|
Why are hugs magic?
Because with one simple gesture and without words you have told the person receiving the hug many things. The hug says - hello, how are you, I'm not going to hurt you. The hug says - I'm so glad you're happy, a celebration is needed. The hug says - I care about what just happened - neither you nor I, are alone, together we cannot be broken.
Why are hugs magic? Because - the action of compassionately by impulse or intent embracing a person or animal says - in this moment you and your needs are important and someone truly cares.
|Posted on March 17, 2014 at 7:25 PM||comments (0)|
There is an answer in every experienced tragedy; we need only be willing to find the question. First we must put aside: anger, self-pity, doubt, public opinion, and the loss of what could have been. Once the question is found, its answer will bring strength and the ability to move forward. Faith brings hope, hope brings possibility, and possibility brings achievement. All achievements are little miracles because of the hurdles overcome to get there.
In How Nicholas Became Santa Clause, Nicholas the infant had to deal with the trials of life. Life forced the child to choose between giving in or to fight without being broken in spirit. To be successful even though the people upon whom you have depended all through life thus far are no longer present. Finding a way to triumph over seemingly overwhelming odds with a smile on your face and a laugh in your belly is truly a gift. Everyone is given this gift on a daily basis. Recognizing our triumphs as gifts is part of the magic of being Human. Have you found the gift you were given today? Have you found your magic?
|Posted on February 14, 2014 at 3:25 PM||comments (0)|
In How Nicholas Became Santa Clause, Nicholas the infant had to deal with the trials of life. To make choices, to give in or fight without being broken in spirit. To be successful eventhough the people upon whom you have depended all through life thus far are no longer present. Finding a way to triumph over seemingly overwhelming odds with a smile on your face and a laugh in your belly is truly a gift. Everyone is given this gift on a daily basis. Recognizing our triumphs as gifts, is part of the magic of being Human. Have you found the gift you were given today?
I never imagined this when we were playing house as kids, did you?
As children, we are shown, but don’t often pay attention that the realities of life are determined by society, or that we must justify our choices and decisions. As children, our actions and the consequences that result are rarely considered before we pursue our course. This lesson is learned on the go, by making mistakes.
We are taught to base our decisions on our experiences and those of our grand parents, parents, siblings, those around lest we repeat history. No one would imagine that you could fall in love with someone that no one will accept, or would call a mistake. Or, that the people on whom you depend would throw you into the world with only that which you carry. But that was the plan life had for me.
I had a choice give in, or stand and prove everyone wrong by being successful as a couple and as parents. My Uncle Jack, a priest told me “There are no mistakes if you listen to the lesson that it offers. GOD, gives us every tool needed to be successful, we just require the faith to believe it to be so. You must decide to listen to the inner voice given to guide you, then when a solution is found, it must be shared.” We chose to stand and be successful.
Our first-born girl, was beautiful but had trouble breathing and passed away at four months of age. We were terrified and expecting another child, “total bed rest” until he’s born. Our children came faster than expected and long before term. All were so tiny, Darrell and I were afraid to touch or hold them.
As children, we never pretend that children can be born imperfect, so fragile it seemed if breathed on them they’d shatter or can break if you touched. As children, everyone imagines that their life, when all grown up will be like a fairy tale, no one imagines that many lives begin on hazardous ground. What can be done now? There were so many questions and doubts, so many emotions to sort through. Was it my fault that the baby was born too early? We looked at our little creations; there were tubes and wires coming from everywhere. There seemed to be more tubes and wires than baby. Thousands of questions, yet we found few answers. We were told with each birth to prepare for a death. No, that was unacceptable. We, fought for, and with them, they live.
I never imagined this when we were playing house as kids, did you? No, but I wouldn’t change a thing because it made us all strong.
|Posted on January 22, 2014 at 2:55 PM||comments (0)|
There is an answer in every tragedy, we need only be willing to find the question. First we must put aside: anger, self pity, doubt, public opinion, and the loss of what could have been. Once the question is found, it's answer will bring strength and the ability to move forward. Faith brings hope, hope brings possibility, possibility brings achievement. All achievements are little miracles because of the hurdles overcome to get there.
|Posted on January 18, 2014 at 8:10 PM||comments (0)|
We just received the Library of Congress certificate for How Nicholas Became Santa Clause.
|Posted on January 17, 2014 at 11:25 AM||comments (0)|
Something to think about, as you start your day.
Shared with love.
Give thanks to the God of heaven, for his steadfast love endures forever. Psalms 18:32-34 It is God who arms me with strength and keeps my way secure. He makes my feet like the feet of a deer; he causes me to stand on the heights. He trains my hands for battle; my arms can bend a bow of bronze.
So do not fear, for I am with you, do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.
The Serenity Prayer
God grant me the serenity To accept the things I cannot change; Courage to change the things I can; And wisdom to know the difference. Living one day at a time; Enjoying one moment at a time; Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace; Taking, as He did, this sinful world As it is, not as I would have it; Trusting that He will make all things right If I surrender to His Will; So that I may be reasonably happy in this life And supremely happy with Him Forever and ever in the next. Amen. A prayer attributed to Reinhold Neibuhr (1892-1971)
No matter my mood or physical condition, I begin each day with the above devotions, which give me strength and keep me from feeling sorry for myself. My husband’s uncle the Rev Lonie Cash told me that if I said these four verses in this order, I would never have a day of regret. When those days, which are filled with pain, anxiety or fear. That is when I draw strength from these. All other days these verses are my foundation, and allow me to treat all without preconceived expectations until proven otherwise.
|Posted on December 27, 2013 at 8:25 PM||comments (0)|
"And God so loved the peoples of the Earth he sent us His only son, Jesus Christ."
During the Christmas season we celebrate the gift of Love given freely by the creator who sent us His only son even though that son would become the sacrificial lamb of our salvation. It for this reason, that we present each other gifts which represent our love and concern for each other. Although material gifts received are appreciated, my most favorite gift is the time spent with friends and family.
What did my family offer me this year? They did all the preparation, cooking, cleaning, shopping and most of the wrapping as their father worked, and I recovered from surgery. Since Christmas they have done all the cooking, cleaning and straightening, while preventing me from overdoing. For this, I am very grateful, and will cherish the memory always.