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.

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

it's a teddy night














Teddy and I love the warm glow of the fire.
We stare into the flames and imaginations soar.
Our dreams take us higher, and still higher.
While we remain ever grounded on the floor.












We wish you warmth in your heart.
A good friend who likes to share.
Laughter that plays a special part.
And sweet dreams without a care.
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  1. Debra She Who SeeksJanuary 7, 2015 at 8:57 AM

    When I read your post title, I expected something entirely different.

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    1. Dixie@dcreliefJanuary 7, 2015 at 2:59 PM

      That dawned on me, too... later. What a letdown, huh?

      :p

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  2. DEZMONDJanuary 7, 2015 at 9:06 AM

    I do miss fire sometimes, I grew up at a farm where we had to burn wood or coal in individual stoves and burners in each room, but now we live in a house with radiators and there is no fire to watch.

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    1. Dixie@dcreliefJanuary 7, 2015 at 3:02 PM

      The house I had before, I used one of those fireplace videos, lol. 72 different fireplace scenes.
      Radiators - be careful not to get your bum too close :))

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    2. DEZMONDJanuary 7, 2015 at 3:49 PM

      I actually often sit on the radiator, it's so cold outside and my windows are draughty....

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    3. Dixie@dcreliefJanuary 7, 2015 at 7:11 PM

      I did too when I had an apartment in this old building in uptown Charlotte.

      I've been chalking and re insulating windows since last August. Big difference. :)

      Oh my goodness, a squirrel just fell off of the roof. Can't see where he went to. Too dark outside.

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    4. DEZMONDJanuary 8, 2015 at 2:12 PM

      Chalking windows? What does that mean?
      Having stoves and fireplaces instead of central heating or gas, also reminded me of how cold the house is when there is nobody to burn wood at night or in the morning when it takes an hour to clean the stoves and burners before you can put wood in them and light the fire, and even then it takes hours for the house to get warm. And you almost never have heating in the bathrooms in that case :)) Brrrrr.....

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    5. Dixie@dcreliefJanuary 9, 2015 at 11:50 AM

      I mean 'caulking' windows...oops. The substance can come in tubes and you squeeze it out in a straight line, next to, or in the cracks of the framing. It creates an air tight seal.

      There is one window I have to 'Chalk' in the summertime, because of tiny black ants. They will not cross the white chalk line, because it is composed of sharp particles which rip their little abdomens. (I hate to do it but it's better than a pesticide.)

      My parents lived in a house without central heat for many years before they bought this one. I hated coal but it warmed us for many years. Eventually they put in a heater that used oil from a big tank. I would stand close to the metal grate-looking cover to get dressed in the winter time. When they got this house, I live in today, it was a very big blessing. Two fireplaces and an oil tank in the back. Years later the gas company ran through lines in the neighborhood... They put in a gas furnace and ran air ducts throughout the house.

      Living on my own, later, I had some of the same experiences you describe. I'm not sure if everyone in the city has piped fuel available to them, yet.

      In college, in the mountains, it was not available. Stoves and burners only. It's no fun and wears you down. I was lucky to have two roommates, so we each took a shift keeping the heat going. When they came out with electric blankets, I was so happy!!

      Aw, Dezmond, my friend...
      I am able to empathize with you, and hope this year will bring some new industry to aid with that dilemma!(smile)

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  3. Linda KayJanuary 7, 2015 at 9:48 AM

    Like Debra, I thought maybe we were getting something a little more risque! Sweet poem, and thanks for the good wishes.

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    1. Dixie@dcreliefJanuary 7, 2015 at 3:05 PM

      Ooh-lala - this is one crowd today! So if I post something risque, you'll read it?(smile)

      Okay - Linda Kay - I hear you! :))

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  4. Stephen T. McCarthyJanuary 7, 2015 at 11:12 AM

    Wow! I love that picture at the top, of the fireplace aglow. Makes me want to pour a gin & tonic and plunk down in front of it for an hour.

    Nice poem, too.

    What's this I hear about you dropping out of BOTB already? You a quitter? Well, nobody quits BOTB. You can check out any time you like but you can never leave.

    ~ D-FensDogg
    'Loyal American Underground'

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    1. Dixie@dcreliefJanuary 7, 2015 at 3:22 PM

      Gin & tonic - whoa. I'm a 'cheerwine - ginger ale' blend. No alcohol, as I'm saving brain cells for old age.

      I really enjoy my fireplace - actually I have two - one in the basement.

      Glad you like the poem.

      Lee posted me a comment on his blog which made me feel better. Not that I lack confidence - but geez, I hate radio, and couldn't tell you who's popular and stuff. (grin)

      Aw, threatening me with Santana. You're a brave Dogg!

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    2. Stephen T. McCarthyJanuary 7, 2015 at 3:32 PM

      Santana?

      Try 'Hotel California' by The Eagles.

      ~ D-FensDogg

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    3. RobinJanuary 7, 2015 at 4:22 PM

      Hahahaha. StMc, she told you she hated radio. You should've known better than to throw lyrics at her. BTW, I'm still laughing, but I think I have a twisted sense of humor.

      Seriously, Dixie, you can't quit BOTB yet. If someone hasn't told you that both songs you chose made them want to vomit, well you aren't doing it right. Ha!

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    4. Dixie@dcreliefJanuary 7, 2015 at 7:07 PM

      Stephen T. McCarthy - I knew that - just checking.(grin)

      Robin - Hahahaha! Oh - the future excitements to come. (Psst, did you know that was the Eagles?)(smile)

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  5. Suzanne FurnessJanuary 7, 2015 at 11:28 AM

    There is something so comforting about snuggling down by a real fire. Lovely poem :)

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    1. Dixie@dcreliefJanuary 7, 2015 at 3:24 PM

      Oh Suzanne - my parents always kept the den one going in winter. It's now my studio, where I blog, paint & sew. Big window to watch the birds and cranky chipmunks... haha.

      Thanks Suzanne!

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  6. AnonymousJanuary 7, 2015 at 12:30 PM

    I enjoyed the poem and the photos. Thanks for a restful moment!

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    1. Dixie@dcreliefJanuary 7, 2015 at 3:25 PM

      My pleasure, Lori - next time I'll serve cookies!

      Thank you(smile).

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  7. bazzaJanuary 7, 2015 at 1:00 PM

    Sometimes a short poem can express so much. Now, where's my pipe and slippers.....?
    CLICK HERE for Bazza’s fabulous Blog ‘To Discover Ice’

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    1. Dixie@dcreliefJanuary 7, 2015 at 3:27 PM

      Hi Bazza. I tell you where your pipe and slippers are if you tell me where my music link is? Are we still listening to Dylan? :)

      I'm glad it worked for you.(smile)

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  8. RobinJanuary 7, 2015 at 4:23 PM

    One of the only things I miss about living in the south is the warm fire. It's just so darn hot here most of the time, even the IDEA of a fire... blech.

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    1. Dixie@dcreliefJanuary 7, 2015 at 7:17 PM

      That's sad - I don't know where you live, but if the thought of a fire is 'blech,' then you an always come visit. In the summer it's cool in my basement. I can even build a fire there.

      Bless your heart.

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  9. Blue GrumpsterJanuary 7, 2015 at 5:17 PM

    I love it. Mucho.

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    1. Dixie@dcreliefJanuary 7, 2015 at 7:18 PM

      "That's the nicest thing that anyone's ever said to me," said the fireplace.

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  10. UnknownJanuary 7, 2015 at 6:08 PM

    I don't have any teddies any more, is that bad? Should I get some new ones?

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    1. Dixie@dcreliefJanuary 7, 2015 at 7:20 PM

      IDK, Michael. Are we talking the stuffed kind or the flimsy, lacy kind? Wait!

      Okay - I really don't have an answer(smile).

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  11. Dixie@dcreliefJanuary 7, 2015 at 9:10 PM

    Can anyone suggest a song with a screaming guitar? Lots of fret work... HOLD ON!

    Cancel request.

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  12. LindaJanuary 7, 2015 at 10:22 PM

    I used to wear Teddies....not so much anymore....
    Hahaha!
    Actually started sleeping au naturel a few years back....
    God....this has nothing to do with your post...
    Never mind...
    Cheers!
    Linda :o)

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    1. Dixie@dcreliefJanuary 8, 2015 at 12:12 AM

      Linda, you are so funny. I do miss the teddies.

      Yep!(smile)

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  13. Rawknrobyn.blogspot.comJanuary 7, 2015 at 11:02 PM

    This poem is like a warm, cozy comforter wrapped around me in promise of a heavenly sleep. Beautiful, DC. Thank you.

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    1. Dixie@dcreliefJanuary 8, 2015 at 12:18 AM

      Ah, Robyn... you certainly said it well...

      "...cozy comforter wrapped around me in promise of a heavenly sleep."

      Thank you - sleep well when you do(smile).

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