Stripping away the rose colored glasses of denial concerning my reality. Getting in touch with truth. Reaching out to others in empathy concerning their reality and their walk to truth.

Friday, July 31, 2009

Wow! Blogger Awards.

As gifted to me (June 30, 2009) from “Hazelm: Mattie’s Journal,” I would like to pass on the following blog awards. This was a very difficult decision for me. I love all of the blogs and their writers!


The 2009 Friendly Blogger Award goes to:

“…” Me, Myself, and I
A Day in the Life: Dave’s Progress
A Jewel Shining Through
De Pressing Thoughts; DESPERADO
The World N Me; Jun Bullan
Julie & Paige’s Caribbean Midrine
Klahanie; Gary Philip Pennick
The Curious Hazards of Being Human: Clarissa Alverson


The Uplifting Blogger Award goes to everyone!

I give this award to all of the followers in the widget, and the writers in my blog list. Each of you has added a degree of hope and comfort to my life. I am blessed with your shared words.



One Lovely Blog Award goes to:

The World N Me; Jun Bullan
No Such Thing as Disabilities (Soundoff); HeatherP.
Journeys in an Alien World; David S.
Klahanie; Gary Philip Pennick
Step by Step: rusty 443
buddhawithin; The Cap


we are the way we are

Nothing I do is going to change anyone in my life. Oh, there might be a comforting word, but unless someone wants to change, it will not happen as a result of my prompting, prodding, or pushing. I’m just surprised to figure it out once again. Often I forget what it is that makes me happiest. I am happiest being me and free; allowing others the same life.

We are the way we are; we look to our innermost thoughts. We learn and grow when we recognize the goodness of the universe in our inner sanctum. When we have finalized our own joy, we can move and share with others. Until then, we are the way we are… until, we are the way we are again.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

thank you

I would like to thank Zimbio for displaying my blog in the "Member Spotlight" on July 28, 2009; I feel honored. In addition, a big thank you to the readers, and fellow writers, who helped me get there.

Wishing you all peace and love.

dcrelief aka Dixie Copeland

life's high

Some friends that live around me
Are never looking up
They’re staring at the ground
And cursing their bad luck

They like to cry and moan
I hate to think they’re right
When I walk in the door
I kiss myself goodnight

I dream about tomorrow
With wishes that I hold
Close to me without sorrow
Though I might be too damn old

My giggles and my laughter
Still rise into the sky
Might miss the thing I’m after
But I’ll hang onto the high

Life’s high.

(shh, caution) sex

Life is sexually transmitted.

(I think this should be a bumper sticker.)

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Oil Rig Escapes Destruction

How often does some objective stand in our way, denying us our wish? Would it utterly destroy us not to get our way? Not to have a say? Or can things change, turning quickly, allowing us more room to play.

A third shift worker at this Texas oil rig wanted a night time photo of it. He figured the lightening would make a great backlight for his shot; look at what he got!

Suddenly the sky was ‘pitch-black’ again; he could no longer tell where the tornado was. Somehow in the darkness the tornado had turned; rig and worker were safe.


If each light represents a thought, then yes, I'd say that I'm thinking. Welcome to 'Fibromyalgia Fog'.

(click on photo)