What is Celibacy?

Celibacy can be a choice in life, or a condition imposed by
circumstances.

While attending a Marriage Weekend, Walter and his wife, Ann, listened to the instructor declare, "It is essential that husbands and wives know the things that are important to each other."

He then addressed the men, "Can you name and describe your wife's favorite flower?"


Walter leaned over, touched Ann's arm gently, and whispered,'Gold Medal-All-Purpose, right?'


~And thus began Walter's life of celibacy.

Phil and Buster

Washington, DC was the sight of a giant protest today. Canines from across the country came in for the “take your pet to work day.” Congress showed a lack of concern for the loss of trees within the USA capitol.

“It is becoming progressively worse as time goes on,” according to one official dog, who spoke on condition of anonymity. “I cannot share with you the action we pursue, but stick around. When Congress breaks for lunch, you’ll see the problem we face.”

Several agencies, along with Phil and Buster, have teamed up to confront this head on. “We may have to bark quite loud, but we intend to be heard,” said Buster.

His pal, Phil, sat back, snickering: “Oh yes, and wait until Congress try to use their toilets. Those bones we flushed are set to return. That’s what we call “Phil and Buster to the rescue.”

Photo credit: came to me in an email with 37 others; I liked it.
Story: I made it up, though, there’s always someone protesting something, in Washington, DC.
Moral of the story: “Save the trees” or “can we simply flush bad politics?”
Resolution: Plant more trees? No more “take your pet to work” days?

Saturday's storms

A friend called to make sure I was okay, having been through Saturday’s storms. Sure I was fine. She said that on the TV news were stories of terrible winds, hail, and storms, in my area. Not me, I had wonderful breezes, gentle rain, and a nice cool wind.

Later when going to the store I noticed my neighbor’s house. Oh my! Just a couple of streets away from me and the damage is irreparable. One of the community’s two hundred year old trees had cut the house in half. Really; it looked like a raw egg had been cracked open, everything spilling out, onto the ground around it. The foundation cracked apart and the house shifted off of the foundation in many spots. I was grateful to hear it had been sitting empty for two weeks pending some renovation work.

I never heard a sound. My home was so quiet, except for the gentle rain against the window. I'm so glad that house was empty.

two rolls please

I step lightly, going forward, into my path; is this the way I'm supposed to walk? For now I think so. I think I need to move easy through what appears to be a maze or picture puzzle.

When I realized I had started another seven year cycle of age, I knew there would be changes. There always are things that I let go of, and things that I obtain. So it's not surprising that I rediscovered something from a long time ago.

I bought two rolls of bubble wrap. Here's to making it through this next seven year age.

in the yard

Most of my weekend was spent out in my yard; lots of flower beds to tend. This is a favorite Iris. It's a fast spring this year, as summer plants are already popping up.

~That's all.

living amongst the cheap

I made a reservation with the city-county office to take a special driving course. My own insurance company was allowing a ten percent discount for those who completed it. Oh hey, I can do that. Sure, I was calculating the monies saved and where I would use it; never gave a big thought as to where the course would be located.

The advert said, "Learn to drive on rough, rugged terrain. Wind-swept, breathe-taking dunes await your arrival. Enjoy your extra time at lunch visiting our shops!"

On the morning of the class I arrived at the chartered bus stop; just a one day trip, they said, so I packed light. It was slow going at first, with the driver verifying every one's reservation. Still I was so excited, I almost missed the fact that we only traveled half a mile before we stopped. We stopped?

Oh the visions of grandeur that left my brain in a two second flash. We pulled into this conglomerate of parking lots. We were at a mall that had been closed for quite some time. A gigantic oval of sand circled 'round and 'round, and I thought: "I don't know what to think about this!"

It was rough alright. The sand was anything but still, shifting constantly, with highs and lows that made me nauseous. Cute, little fake palms trees disappeared when Mr. Wilson did his "James Bond" spin. Then Mrs. Spencer ran over them, dropping her transmission and a load of trans liquid into the sand. "Not to worry!" she yelled as she stepped out of the car, "they use sand at the race track, to take up spills, all the time."

Finally my turn arrived, and I stood there looking at the utter destruction of the driving course. "Excuse me," I addressed the instructor, "how can I complete the 'sand dune run' without a sand dune being there?" The sharp shrill of a whistle met our ears, as he called everyone to go.

The bus driver handed out an 'exit surveys' - asking students' opinions of the course. "Oh well," he says, "there's always the great shopping here."

Charity begins at home

Kitty Hawk Beach sunrise - the Outer Banks of North Carolina


It’s an old saying but one that needs to be paid attention to: “charity begins at home.” Knowing what we have, what we need, and what we can give away, is empowering. For me it evokes the ‘fruit of the lips,’ of saying praises and thanks.

Lately I’m reminded of what I have that needs nurturing and care. Within myself there is much to be thankful for. The changes I’ve been able to make that give me strength; better choices envelope health. And when I’m not worried or bothered about my health, I can move on to other areas that need renewed attention.

For the better part of three years I’ve forgotten me. You cannot imagine. It’s like I woke up one morning and said this is now going to stop. Out of the air, something like a scoop of magical dust of maturity, hit me like a brick. I needed to give to myself. I needed to recognize that I was losing me, otherwise.

So if I don’t write very much or very often, it’s due to my new choice. Maybe you know how free and fully I want to live. This blog is simply not big enough for me to live within.

My Mom use to say: “Man cannot live by bread alone, he must have peanut butter.” She also said, “Charity begins at home.”


(A special thank you to Heather P. for her wonderful blog that touched my heart this week.) Blog title: "Soundoff"...see my reading list!

Iceland's volcano: Eyjafjallaokul in our thoughts

mind demon

"A Jewel Shining through," left me this comment and I'd like to respond via this post. She's very much in tune with self-discovery being a form of recovery.

"Dixie, well done on reaching back and drawing yourself back to your true self - you still have that spark within, however dim it might seem to you now, just a breathe will fan the flames again. Wishing you the best, Julie xx"

Thank you Julie. I know you get it; most have no clue. They think I'm living in the past or refusing to let it go. But what if the past suddenly catches up and I have to ask where the events existed to begin with? Does an event have anything to do with my current reality? Then again, most know nothing of 'emotional amnesia'... so the nightmares or the dreams mean nothing to them either. (More of that another time or another blog.) I'm glad you visited. XX

In my estimation there are many years I can't recall due to trauma. That hasn't stopped them from sending me messages! The 'self-help' aisle is lined with greedy people. Looking over the products they present can be frustrating. I tire of being someone's subject; I enjoy being human.

Excuse me, the little demon on my shoulder is trying to tell me that I have no more strength. "Oh! did I knock you off? So sorry!"

;)

the graduate

What seems like a long time ago has returned to teach me. The joyous life of that special girl holds out her hand for me to take. I've decided to respond as best I can; she has dreams I'm slowly remembering. She has spunk and spark, things I need to live boldly... as I "boldly go where no one has gone before."

If I write here it is to clear my head. The book I started is calling me to complete it. So if you get anything out of this, congratulations.

If it's true that "I am my own worst enemy"...then I can also be my own best friend. Just like the graduate I was many years ago...I trusted me first.

~dc

a real snow job

Alice is a friend of mine who lives in North Dakota. She laughs at me whenever I tell her: "It snowed here last night." I go on and on, all excited, thinking a 2 inch snow is something to be excited about... until Alice sent me this photo from her local news. I almost died laughing at myself. I call her "Alice in wonderland' now; I mean how the heck do you get around in that mess? I'm hoping she'll send me the photo of the plow that cleared that.

So if you're not in the Dakotas, you might not get it. Get what? ...get the 22 feet of snow. Now that's a real snow job.

~Thanks Alice. Maybe you'll see the ground by summer.
~dc

the brushes are drying

Water. I need water. I need it to keep my brushes from drying. A very simple need and yet I keep forgetting to retrieve it.

My needs are so simple and yet I deny myself the treasury of life. This stops now! From now on, I live, I move on to a place where I'll be free to use or not use my talent. I will not allow anyone or anything to stand in the way of what I want, or don't want.

I took a trip in a time machine
It was the strangest place I've ever seen
No one there resembled 'green'
So I came home and recharged my batteries.

No one. No one. No one is going to stand in my way!

~dc

going with the flow

There's no quick fix for every thing that comes and goes along my path. I use precious tme to build my mind and my body suffers. There is balance, but I have only had a glimpse of it...as I go from one extreme to another.

In the living room, on my couch, I sat; tears in my eyes, I wanted to begin anew, but how? The phone rang and a friend explained her son was having surgery. Four years younger than me and tomorrow he faced bi-pass surgery on his heart. She called because she wanted me to pray for him.

God,(as I like to call Him) has always answered my prayers. It's not always in the manner or time that I expect, but that's okay, we have an understanding. Strange... I sat there just minutes before wondering what to pray for myself. I'm thinking I needed a different focus; was that fast or what?

If you're reading this and you use prayer: please pray for Robin.

~

Standing still

Late at night when the house is very quiet, I feel as if, time is standing still. There's a silence that beckons me to write but the day has left me exhausted; tonight I'll write anyway. I'll write because if I stop I may never start again.

Experiences of the past three - four months has left me with lots of questions. I've decided it's just one thing at a time... and if time is standing still...my chances of success might be better.

That's really all I have to share.

13 years ... nothing's changed

... except me.

It's Over!

...due to lack of interest!

To my friend: Hazelmarie Elliott (mattie)

Time, space or place will never change the feelings I have~
your thoughts often inspire me to travel on
as I've my own song~
yet once thought to borrow a chorus from you

The wind is strong today~
yes indeed, "farewell for now"
I release your hand at the first steps' landing
but the chorus will forever play in my heart

Tell God and Fate, hello~

Pretty and pretty loud!

Quite a lovely bird! Absolutely and completely colorless...well, almost; yet enough to be called an 'Albino Peacock'. Albino indicates little or no pigmentation or color. The Albino Peacock is quite the rare bird, but just as noisy as their colorful counterparts. Try whistling in the loudest, highest-pitched sound you can possibly make... and they are still louder!



Uh-oh... cover your ears. He's staring at the camera!

When animals ask...

During the first week of March, when the temperature in Southern Australia reached 120 degrees F., the koalas started approaching humans for water. Some went to nearby homes, but this one stopped some bikers.




It behooves us to watch for animal distress, help them when we can, especially when they ask. This had never happened before to the people of Austrailia. They answered the call by placing large containers of water on porches and out in their yards. Or as these bikers did: they stopped and shared their supply!

You are...

Grey clouds slipped under a blue sky.
I turned my face to the wind and felt your presence.
You were there and I could tell.
You are the shadow in my life.

The first time I met you a fear grasped my hand.
Would I touch you in the hour before twilight?
It wasn’t fair that I could not.
You are the shadow of my life.

Snow flakes growing large in the yard I call home.
I held out my tongue to taste their sweetness.
Warmth on my cheek beckoned an embrace.
You are the shadow of my life.

Dawn arose taking the last play of darkness.
I waved goodbye to a shape that quickly faded.
Again, joy is followed by some quiet happy tears.
You are…




The following quote is from ‘Facebook’. No author was credited; I borrowed it:

Human beings are the only species on Earth whose inner lives are so powerful that what we think about a situation, how we describe it to ourselves, what meaning we attribute to it or draw from it, matters more than the event itself. And who is doing the thinking, describing and attributing of meaning? You are.

Carrying the Spirit

Vancouver, can you hear me?
Vancouver, I’m on my way.
Save a place on yonder mountain
I’ll be there by light of day.

~What a great time I had; becoming a 'curling up on my couch' spectator! Some of the most beautiful land in the world holds a variety of people with great spirit. I found it all endearing.


~And that great spirit? I found myself caught up in the moment of each game. It surprised me that I pulled for all teams, all nations. So many young people came, yet 'old-timers' returned, and took their share. I think this (pictured)young Canadian says it all.


During the Olympic Opening, this bear arose from the stadium floor. Our host literaly lifted it with wiring at the top. The circles within the cloth form the bear's shape. Amazing idea!

Now I find it feels symbolic of lifting spirits; readying all to work or play in good manner and communication. It's like a giant hug from Canada to all. It's like a challenge from Vancouver to continue 'carrying the spirit,' they so freely gave. Thank you!

Hello Bob?

For the 2010 Winter Olympics, I was glad to see Bob Costas back; love those late night fire-side chats! Oh yes, I’d love to share the Olympic size flame I’ve been harvesting. Just a few minutes, alone, with those oh-so-pinch-able cheeks of his!! (Quiet on the set, please.)

Speaking of cheeks: how about those Bob Sled dudes? The atmosphere was so electrified for that event. You could feel the tightening of the reins, ha. Some 62 years since the Americans have earned gold in this event. Germany, Canada, Switzerland, and America, were readying for the top three medals. I couldn’t help myself, though I cheered them all on, I wanted my home team to win. Thank you Bob Sled Boys! (Cue/queue Mary.)

Two words: Mary Carillo… the sweetheart of the Olympics special features. She’s a retired tennis pro from the 1980’s. Professionally and cheerfully, she ‘bobbed’ all over British Columbia showcasing the people and their lives. I was glued to my TV set for every feature she profiled. Last nights’ feature was ‘Canadian comedy’…I laughed until I cried. (Mary Carillo said the same thing.)

So now we’re on to the big hockey game! There’s also some ice skating left… stay tuned. You know that Bob, Mary, and I will have something later to say regarding the outcome. It might even be something nice! (Throw on log, dim lights, slice chocolate cake, say ‘bye for now’… fade to black.)

Bye for now :)

Is there more?

Oh, why do we give a puck, a puck;
Oh why do we give a puck?

Across the ice and into net
The puck will make its lucky trek ~

In hopes the goalie has gone cold
So we can make that final goal ~

Oh, why do we give a puck, a puck;
Oh why do we give a puck?

Let’s cheer them on, the teams we meet
With toothless smiles and monster feet ~

Olympic Moms are oh-so-proud
And cheer among the frozen crowd ~

My favorite sport

I’ve never thought to be in the Olympics. There was no sport that captured my focus. I did, however, feel an urge to tell them their uniforms looked awful. Must we really stay with that ‘red, white, and blue’ scheme?(theme)

Such a struggle to find my way through all the sports; was there anything I could do? I heard the announcer say: “Hey, now we’re cooking!” So I got a box of cake mix and knew that was close enough for me; mixed it up, carefully reading the results to look for.

“You will know your cake is ready when it springs back to the touch. To check for doneness, stick a toothpick halfway into the center of each layer. When it comes out clean, your cake layer is done.” So there it was… my challenge and how to obtain the gold. I burnt my hand, accidentally pricked my hand, and gave myself a hand, for the layer not going flat.

Next came the icing. It was great; I simply opened this little can and spread it over each layer. I’m not sure what they meant about ‘tempering’ the chocolate at the top, but my own temper was getting hotter by the minute, so I skipped that step. It tasted good to me. So I moved on to my next event… curling.

I took out a nice clean plate, accompanied it with a lovely fork. Making my way to my family room, I ‘curled’ up onto the sofa to watch the Olympics! Isn’t life grand?

I really love snow

I hope that some are taking time to enjoy the 2010 Olympics. Once again the snow captures my heart for the winter competitions. I can't view enough of the treasures of Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada.

Just a few more days and they're gone again. I'll be back. :)

Vancouver, can you hear me?

I’m happy in the snow
It tickles as I go
My long hair in the breeze
It reaches to my knees

I’m training for my team
Vancouver is the dream
‘They’ say I’m not too old
So I’m going for the gold!

Chorus:
Vancouver, can you hear me?
Vancouver, I’m on my way.
Save a place on yonder mountain
I’ll be there by light of day.

My snowboard is shining
No time to be whining
As I slip and I slide
Taking gold home with pride!

Chorus:
Vancouver, can you hear me?
Vancouver, I’m on the way.
Save a place on yonder mountain
I’ll be there by light of day!

Amazing Valentine

In 2002 the "Weather Photo of the Day" ran this photo. Unfortunately there is no credit to name for it's amazing observation. Contrary to popular belief, lightening travels from earth's ground to the sky. So I've chosen this photo as an amazing valentine to send out today. For those willing to stand under a tree, you might just feel the love.

In less than a heartbeat

In less than a heartbeat I took this photo not knowing how it would turn out. A split-second in time as the wind blew the snow sideways. It traveled down my coat collar threatening to end my trek out. It was so cold but too beautiful to ignore.

The subject was supposed to be a simple grey squirrel. He was smarter than I and scurried up the tree away from the strongest wind. That placed him on the other side of the tree. Do you see a squirrel? Neither do I; he was smarter and faster than my digital camera!

When I viewed the photo later I was greatly surprised. It has a look of having been ‘brushed’ by something. An almost ‘gauzy’ veil overlay the scene. It is the snow; tiny flakes so fast and carried in multi-directions, simultaneously that produces the effect.

In that moment I was transported back in time. Again I felt the snow, the wind, and awe of seeing simple beauty. Again I felt the rush of childhood and the excitement that a perfect snow brings; perfect because it felt magical. It felt perfect because the child within me rejoiced.

Snowfall

“If you have forgotten how to love yourself, you will probably ask (or demand) too much of other people. Remember: love is our original nature.”
Author unknown

There I was flying over the land. I dipped and slipped between the clouds of heaven. The wind unfurled its mighty force and I began to swirl. Excitement filled my senses as others joined in joy. We were all together and happy to be traveling along.

The land below us changed. Streets appeared with tiny houses. Tall trees with old majestic manner reached out to us: ‘fall here!’ Enchantment from below was really the ocean’s roar. I laughed as seagulls cut through and dived to avoid our path. Then along came the snow birds flipping us about as we began a downward sway. I lay in the darkness and drifted off, listening to the remainder of the snowfall.

Early morning found me in a strange new state. I had form yet still felt free. I could stay or I could go. The choice was mine. I had no eyes, but I could see the water glistening. The ocean foam still contained the outlines of many travelers. Would they remain in the water or evaporate back into the sky?

The sun climbed higher and so did my self… back to being the self I loved. My only treasure was the thought to share again… another snowfall.

All you need is love

As a child I found a face on the moon. I wondered if the moon was like a giant mirror reflecting the goodness of a distant entity. ~And so began my list of notes.

I was watching the televised special program for Haiti. Story after story of death and survival was brought to light. I cried with some and cheered with others. I felt the brokenness, but only as a spectator to their pain. Yes, I could relate to loss, but this was so enormous. All I could do was hope that many would contribute to the needs, hopes, and dreams of this neighboring nation.

On my list of a childhood’s wonderings, was the question: “Why did my dog have to die?” Was it punishment for some nasty little deed I’d forgotten? I did, after all, sneak a piece of chewing gum, from my Mom’s handbag, one summer day. I pleaded earnestly: but why my dog and why now? Answer: he was old and he was ready.

As an adult I realized the ‘why’ can keep you looping, without end, without answers, and never satisfied. Eventually my studies taught me to include: who, what, where, when, why, and how, of all life’s events. This tragedy with Haiti has helped me to unlock some of those previous notes.

The answer to notes: 17, 58, 109, 1002, 2102, is: “Share what you can.”
Notes: 20, 320, 1005, and 2087: “Joy finds a way.”
Notes: 39, 855, 1010, and 2114: "Patience is a virtue."
Notes: 66, 148, 1254, and 2144: “All you need is love."

who wants some peace?

So much is going on in our world.
The children reach for peace from the heavens.
Once again it comes down, but who’s watching?
I know I need as much as I can possibly get.

Winter's Farm

Winters’ farm felt so warm
Blanketed in snow
How I longed to see its charm
Return to long ago

As in dreams children live
My own life was found
Carried by a wish to give
Yet lost when I fell down


Travel made my heart light
Place to place I went
Looking for my winter’s farm
With lovely seasons spent

Through older, wiser eyes
I let the farm take flight
In visions of my night time
My blanket stayed in sight

It kept me safe and warm
It promised me a dream
In beauty’s snowbound storm
The farm I loved just beamed

Don't know where...

I don’t know where this blog is headed. I just need to feel; but while I’m feeling I’m going to type out something so you won’t think I’ve forgotten how to blog.

I’m feeling things in hard measure right now. This doesn’t happen often but when it does I find that if I go with the flow, it ends sooner.

Hiding; yes I’m hiding in games I play on a site that leaves me alone… when I need to be alone. At the same time I want some friends to have a laugh, so I put up a stupid statement to get comments. I told them that I’d lost my brain. In reality my brain is shut down for repairs and sorting. Minimum energy is being used to pen this monstrosity. I’m okay with that and sincerely hope you are, though it’s not required of either of us.

We’re almost to the end of this blog. How do I know? I’m tired.

I want to return when I ‘feel’ better. I want to return to write something to make you smile.

Into the new year...

Passing on the "Lovely Blog Award"

Today I would like to pass on the "Lovely Blog Award" to the "A Day in the Life" blog.

http://mb1023.blogspot.com/

David has a series of "Dave's Progress" postings, as well as many other articles on mental/emotional issues of interest. He's a very 'upbeat' person, with a very positive outlook on life. "A lovely blog" may have nothing to do with how the blog looks, but from what we may glean from it's pages. I have gleaned hope, compassion, and encouragement; A Lovely Blog indeed!


1. Accept the award and post a link back to the awarding person.
2. Pass the award on.
3. Notify the new award winner

A Revealing

It has such a strange sound off my tongue: Happy 2010.

I’m older, wiser, and yet feel I know nothing more than I knew on the day I was born. Yes, I think I knew it all on that first day, but it stayed hidden; hidden until people entered my world and challenged my little being. One by one, as each person crosses my path, I remember why I love them so much. I love them because they are part of me. Even the bad, especially the bad, for it teaches what I don’t want to do or become. It creates humility for my own standing among the stars. I am the sum of all of us.

What will 2010 bring that I shall remember at the end of its days? I’ll just have to wait to find out. For now I am content to stand at the beginning and meditate another year’s approach. I am content for others to keep crossing and finding what I know; that they already know within themselves, yet need a revealing. That is what we share.

Happy Boxing Day!

To my many friends, around the world, who celebrate Boxing Day. Cheers!

oops, maybe next year

“Twas the day before, the day before, the day before, the day
I was hoping to get shopping done and have a bit of play.
But the sales rep wanted cash and my card was all I had.
So I lost the precious treasures and found myself quite sad.

The hours spent to find my gifts meant nothing in the end.
If only they had held my gifts ‘til cash I brought to them.
But no; they sought to sell the very items that I loved.
Pray tell, was that the manager that gave me a hearty shove?

Out through the door, onto to the street I stood and waved my arms,
In desperate wail and raising hell, I promised them alarm.
I struck a match and pitched it toward the carts that stood nearby
~And laughed when they first cuffed me, then off to my jail ride.

Tonight would be a good night, and hopefully all week
I’ll stay in jail for burning carts and searing shoppers’ feet.
On Christmas Day when ham is served, I’ll smile and cheer them on
~And celebrate my gifting freedom, with every Christmas song.

Hi Mom

Today’s your birthday. I dedicate this blog to you.

In our home, birthdays were always simple; none of that egotistical celebration. You were a good Mom to teach me that the creature is not the same as the creator. At your knee I learned that I needed humility and kindness as traits to do service in the universe. I needed gratitude to keep my countenance in check. I needed love, and sense of fair play, lest I judge unwisely.

I remember that you questioned the untruths of December 25th, and wondered why the world was almost ‘mad’ with fervor; ignoring reason. When and where had the creator instituted such a holiday for celebration? Within, what you told me was His written word, there was no explanation. The only new holy day was “The Last Supper”; we were to do “that” in remembrance of the creator’s first and only begotten child. So what was Christmas?

Time has passed; indeed twelve years since you’ve been gone. Christmas has become quite the vexation; people irrationally judging each other by its ‘existence’. “It may not be his birthday, “as some say, “but it’s the day I choose to celebrate it.” I’m prompted to respond: get on with it then. Its not that I mind celebrating the light that entered the world because of the divine child; I mind when others, without authority, add on more ‘good news’ than is true. So I’m missing Christmas, but not as much as I miss you.

In the aftermath of loss, it becomes imperative to move on. Each person experiencing loss must choose the path that brings them relief. I’ll be mailing out your card today. I’ve never had one returned. Then again, if it had a ‘return address’ on it, I might. (LOL) Somewhere, someone will open that card and read about the light I miss, and the light that keeps me going. I trust the universe that it arrives in the right person’s hands. Silly, yes, but it’s my celebration of you.

Is this Surreal?

I don't really understand 'surreal' ideology. Often the blogs I read that 'have gone surreal' are out of my league. However, I'm thinking that maybe this photo is surreal. If not, let me know, and I'll change the title.

The photo credit is not mine; a neighbor shared it with me and she requested anonymity.

That's all. :)

My season

They’ve almost all fallen to the ground.
My golden leaves.
Autumn takes flight.

I was a child when I realized that autumn was my favorite time of year. Indeed I’ve written about that fact a couple of times on this blog before. Something new has come from heart to mind and that is what I wish to share.

Recently a small package arrived; a birthday present from a well-meaning friend. Knowing the tragedies I had faced, all during the fall of separate years, meant facing their anniversaries every year. The gift made me realize I needed to step back and look at the bigger picture.

Though there are many anniversaries that cause me pain, my fondness of the season always gets me through. I call that “God-stuff”. Stuff that I, as a human, could not have prearranged; however that is not the issue here. Still I am amazed that the two entwine so, like a woven basket.

The issue is how the negatives play out in my heart. The positive attitude that autumn gives me, lifts me out of the doldrums, and into the golden rays of autumn itself. Pretty soon those anniversaries are merely single days that happened. They are not negative, they are necessary. So I look on them as precious events as they dance with me, every year, through my season. I bid them farewell as the sun tilts and brings ‘old man winter’ for me to cherish.