some walk the hallways, some stare at blank screens or beat-up typewriters, some wake up at 2am with a wonderful blog, and then there is me. I have ideas all the time…every waking moment. I can’t bring myself to sit in front of the screen 8 hours a day, but if I did, the words would just keep tumbling out. There is no grading as to whether the features will get an A or an F in the world of reading, but I really don’t care.
Just waking up in the morning starts the wheels turning….there is the local paper and the WSJ, not to mention the l0cal and national news. There are things that happen just outside the window that bring ideas of friendship, warmth, and smiles. I think the fun of writing is to look at a piece of information, a comment, a statement, an occurrence, and then put your twist on it…..It may be your opinion of how something happened or who made it happen. It might be a movie most rave about that I can’t stand. It may be a child acting out or acting up, or making their famous statements about life.
Ideas and writing create newer ideas and newer writings. News turns into history the moment it occurs, but it might change us forever. Words create pictures in the mind, accompanied by assorted emotions. Our writings bring us to tears, and helps us reach heights we never knew possible.
So when you are just sitt’in….think’in, you are still do’in. later
so cal is so ready for it’s first winter storm….so are its inhabitants……being from the midwest, I save rainy days for inside work..got alot of catching to do cause it hasn’t rained in quite a while lol
In just a few short days, I will introduce another unsuspecting soul to Las Vegas. I can hardly wait. It is my fav town in the world, even if I haven’t seen all the other towns in the world! Watch the posts after next week…we’ll be gone from Monday to Saturday and I’ll be without a computer, however, my brain will record everything. lots of laughts to come, and maybe I’ll win this time later
yes, it is that time, when varmits start to run around at night, especially in my neighborhood. We live close to coyotes, opossums, raccoons, red tailed hawks, etc, and are happy with all our co-inhabitants, except for the norweigian rat…loves fruits and veggies, and finding a nice warm spot in your attic from time to time…my neighbor and are are now in ‘defcon4’ mode, or higher, if there is one…it is defcon isn’t or is it defcom….well, we are out there with our exterminator, terminator, ready for war…..later
this will be an ongoing discussion of abuse…..all different kinds. It is hidden behind many doors, and pierces families all over the world. It may come from a family member, a work associate, a total stranger, a neighbor, a boss, from the ones you love the most, and from the ones you hate the most.
It is an experience that may or may not last a lifetime, even tho you experienced it for just a few seconds. It can drag you down, or re-birth you into a new life of freedom. All of these statements are of different strengths…..because all of us have different strengths. And, even more, our strengths and weaknesses, become dominant and then wane, according to our age, our circumstances, our dreams, our failures, our money, our kids, our loves, and our friends.
Abuse doesn’t necessarily have to be being hit, or yelled at. If you are just emerging in life, regardless of years, being chosen last to play a game, or be on a committee, can hurt. It may last for day, or for years and may be hidden in your memories until someone relive their time of feeling like they ‘were not good enough’.
What a shame we are so ‘open’ to these kinds of situations…..what a bigger shame we are not ‘open’ to being a ‘part’ of making this all happen. I know it is a two-way street, and I will try to talk about both sides when I write. In essence, we need to understand that not all of us are the same in the way we handle good news and bad news, of being chosen last. Some will rise to the occasion….knowing they will ‘make the difference’ in the game, and because of being on the team, it will be ‘better’, ‘stronger’, and therefore more formidable. No one denies that could be the case. Some will hold the ‘chip’ of being chosen last and carry it proudly with all the other ‘chips’ they collect. They might be the bully or the angry quiet one, who just are lost as how to handle the situation. Some, on the other hand, will quietly, with grain of salt, and with few comments, take their place among the players and live in dread of their inability to be or help the team surge to victory.
It is those sweet people I think of…..It is an overlooked and underestimated value ………it is ‘THE STRENGTH TO CARRY ON’. Oh, we all have it from time to time, but when abuse is pounding on your soul, it is the INNER STRENGTH that helps you to live, even to exist, until you can find your peaceful place.
So look around you……strangers, friends, family, neighbors, kittens, puppies, and your parents. How do they take always being last…..how do you take always been last. Pet your kittens and puppies. Smile at your neighbors, your friends, and total strangers, and be aware that we all have ‘boo-boos’. Some heal in a day, some never. Don’t be the one who cause the pain, be the one who helps heal the pain. You will rejoice and so will they.
guess what!!!! No, I’m serious, guess what SOME magazines (who are thinking) are doing……I just found out about this!!! They actually acknowledge that you might leave your home from time to time…like some retirees do, like being a snowbird AND SO THEY SEND YOUR MAGAZINES TO YOU…FOR THE SEASON!!!
Can you imagine that someone brought that up in a big big meeting and, even more, some other person/persons with common knowledge, decided it was a good idea! I am shocked and amazed. Mind you that many other magazines do not offer this fabulous situation and expect you to stay at home forever, just to get the mail………and WHO do you think is at the forefront of this splendid idea……..hold on,…you won’t belive it…..AARP. Yes, it’s us old people who are putting 2 and 2 together when it comes to reading magazines and not websites every day…..Dang, I am impressed!!!!
Now, if the Post Office would just realize it is their job to send me mail, no matter what it is, in a timely manner, when I give them a change of address, all will be in order here on earth!
mmmm….sorry if you have, Abuse comes in all shapes and sizes, and forms. My sister spent years with abuse. She is one of the bravest human beings I have ever known. She is still in a battle today, desperatly getting the divorce finalized so she can be rid of the intolerant and abusive man who hurt is all. More info later on how you can live with it, how you can stop it, how you can keep from dying, and you can live again.
I was staying in a small hotel in Texas on 9-11…having never been to NYC size, volume, and address wasn’t something I knew, like I knew Los Angeles, or San Diego, or Indianapolis, or Louisville, etc. And yet, I knew life was changing, for me and for every living person on this planet. Happy kisses goodbye and pats on toddler’s heads, usually a ‘sweet’ habit, became a piece of history to relive for comfort. Answering machines and phones, held moments worth more than gold itself. The smell of bedclothes, the special tie, the favorite box of cereal, became monuments. Family pictures, clothes in the laundry, drawings on the fridge, and the church meeting notice, became items on the alter of rememberance.
Oh how my heart ached for those living and dying. Oh how I admired the courage, the calmness, and the action, to continue the belief of dedication to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
And now today, on 9-10 we begin to gather to salute our fallen heros….those who were not in the battle of dying that morning, but who arose to live and love in this country called America. They live on in my mind as soldiers of freedom, their forfeiture of life, the ultimate gift to each of us. They stood tall, side by side, managers, firefighters, typists, associates, drivers, police, receptionists, tourists, secretaries, cooks, and even the unborn. They lived in died in and for freedom, and it is up to us to carry on in their footsteps.
Have you ever read Lucifer’s Hammer? I read it ages ago but can’t count how many times it has come back to haunt. We absent mindedly take so much life for granted. Just yesterday I cleaned a melon for supper. I’m ashamed to say I carelessly tossed away the seeds, the spark, the promise of abundance, when, in fact, they could have changed people’s destiny because their health improved..
Then, maybe those little seeds dreamed of a vibrant fulfilling life in a child’s garden in the city, or maybe a college biology class working on feeding the world. Then again, maybe they were the ‘worker bees’ , looking forward to being in the warm southern valley of California, to reproduce more of their lucious kind.
Later on in the afternoon I began early cleaning of the yard. All the agapanthus have shown their best these past months and are now getting ready to retire. Their mighty stems hold hundreds of black seeds, waiting for the opportunity to fall into the comfy, moist earth of summer. As their older brothers and sisters continue to grow from seasons under California skies, these new ‘kindergartners’ ready themselves for the cool seasons to come.
I truly had a difficult time throwing them away. I have plenty, more than enough and I even give plants away at the end of each season. But these living beauties not only chose to give me asthetic pleasure for this summer, they chose to stay with me next year. And what did I do….I cut their blooms and sent them packing.
I feel bad, I am sad we all sometimes overlook what life is blessing us with. I don’t care if the English is not perfect in this writing….my heart is reminding me that we need to take better care of one another. All lives are little seeds that need nourishing. It may be the warmth of a garden, being taken care of by a tender heart. Or it may be the warmth of a home, being taken care of by another tender soul.
I promise to take better care of the seeds of life I run across. I can help them find a new home, I can nurture them with the gifts of love, good morals and ethics, laughter, and forgiveness. Or I can help them go on to better places where they can be happy in new environments.
Let the gardens flourish……
So for the new seeds planned to send away, I’m getting them out of the green container, to let them dry in the sun in preparation for their new adventure. And for the ‘older, more mature’ plants in my yard, as well as my life, thank you for sticking with me, for being strong, season after season, and showing me God’s beauty should never be wasted.
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