I like Halloween, but it's not my favorite holiday. Although . . .
Many, many moons ago, my family decided to go all out for a spooktacular treat. My mom decided she was going to answer the door in all black, with a black shawl, holding a giant knife covered in blood (ok - it was ketchup). She would invite the trick-or-treaters in the house to pick their candy and change from the bowl that my youngest brother's hand lay in as he was cut up and bleeding all over the counter by the door. I believe there may have been another bleeding and broken brother that they had to walk over to get the candy, too.
Once inside, I opened up the cadillac door in the driveway, blocking the trick-or-treaters retreat and fell out backwards with my neck slit and blood all over. The poor little children had no alternative but to venture out into our very dark yard to get back to the street. Sadly, the rest of the brothers lay in wait; dressed in all black; with no intention other than to scare the snot out of those kids as they headed along their way.
The screams that were heard kept the evening rolling along; but the other sound . . . the sound of change and candy bouncing off the driveway and the cars as the children ran for their lives was too funny. That was just the silliest Halloween I can recall as a kid.
Story's not over. The following morning, we spent literally hours cleaning up our yard. There was candy everywhere. There was change all over the place. Spent the whole day after Halloween laughing about as hard as the previous night.
Ahhhhhh, sweet memories. Today, I wish you Halloween memories to fill your tomorrows. Enjoy! Be safe! And don't get too scared!
Monday, October 31, 2011
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Do Over!
Life gets pretty whacky sometimes, doesn't it?
I so wish that we could revert to our childhood and keep life simple. We didn't worry about fitting in; being politically correct, or correct at all for that matter; and we just played and had fun. When we didn't like the way the marathon game of Monopoly was going, you simply tipped the board and said, "Do Over!" When you argued about who came in first in the race, to spare the argument you agreed . . . "Do Over!" When you weren't sure whose story or joke or anything was better . . . "Do Over!"
Wouldn't it be nice to start with government . . . "Do Over!"
Lack of job availability . . . "Do Over!"
Crazy laws, rules and regulations . . . "Do Over!"
Iraq, Afghanistan, WWI and WWII and every other conflict . . . "Do Over!"
Oil Spills . . . "Do Over!"
Katrina, tsunamis, earthquakes, floods, and fires . . . "Do Over!"
9/11 . . . "Do Over!"
Now, it seems, more folks wanna play "Hot Potato". Hmmmmmm. Oh for things to be simple again.
I so wish that we could revert to our childhood and keep life simple. We didn't worry about fitting in; being politically correct, or correct at all for that matter; and we just played and had fun. When we didn't like the way the marathon game of Monopoly was going, you simply tipped the board and said, "Do Over!" When you argued about who came in first in the race, to spare the argument you agreed . . . "Do Over!" When you weren't sure whose story or joke or anything was better . . . "Do Over!"
Wouldn't it be nice to start with government . . . "Do Over!"
Lack of job availability . . . "Do Over!"
Crazy laws, rules and regulations . . . "Do Over!"
Iraq, Afghanistan, WWI and WWII and every other conflict . . . "Do Over!"
Oil Spills . . . "Do Over!"
Katrina, tsunamis, earthquakes, floods, and fires . . . "Do Over!"
9/11 . . . "Do Over!"
Now, it seems, more folks wanna play "Hot Potato". Hmmmmmm. Oh for things to be simple again.
Friday, October 28, 2011
NEXT!
As a near-decade-long fundraiser for All Children's Hospital and The Children's Dream Fund, there is a lesson I learned from an extraordinarily wise and wonderful woman (aka: Mom), that I follow on a daily basis. NEXT!
Our very first fundraising function was a simple car wash. We had signs, matching t-shirts, used a beautiful church parking lot to work in, and just basically hoped that folks would come in. As the cars drove by, you could see the defeat on the faces of the children. And when one pulled in, it was like ants at a picnic. Those kids climbed all over that car in mere moments, cleaning absolutely everything. They simply had to wait for the next car to come in. Folks were very enthused with the energy and we donated over $900 from a simple car wash.
Next was cosmic bowling. We sold tickets for this event. Some folks didn't want to come. Some folks didn't want to participate. But, when someone showed interest, there was a sales pitch like no other. We only had to wait for the next person.
After a few years, I began having functions at my home. I had to organize Chinese and Silent auctions. Chinese auction consisted of sometimes more than 30 items and Silent auction items numbered near 60 or more. I listened to a lot of declines and negative responses when inquiring for items. I only had to ask the next person to get a yes.
My mom ran successful charter bus tours to various casinos, bingos, and other destinations. When she wanted to fill up her bus, she simply asked, "Who wants to go?" Some folks chose not to go. She cheerfully went on to the next person. She almost always had a full bus.
Life is much the same. When someone decides to take issue with you, move on. The next person will not. When someone tells you "no," move one. The next someone will tell you "yes". When someone hurts you or belittles you, . . . NEXT!
There will always be negatives. There will always be obstacles. There will always be nay sayers. There will always be mean people.
From the mouth of my most wise mom . . . NEXT!
Our very first fundraising function was a simple car wash. We had signs, matching t-shirts, used a beautiful church parking lot to work in, and just basically hoped that folks would come in. As the cars drove by, you could see the defeat on the faces of the children. And when one pulled in, it was like ants at a picnic. Those kids climbed all over that car in mere moments, cleaning absolutely everything. They simply had to wait for the next car to come in. Folks were very enthused with the energy and we donated over $900 from a simple car wash.
Next was cosmic bowling. We sold tickets for this event. Some folks didn't want to come. Some folks didn't want to participate. But, when someone showed interest, there was a sales pitch like no other. We only had to wait for the next person.
After a few years, I began having functions at my home. I had to organize Chinese and Silent auctions. Chinese auction consisted of sometimes more than 30 items and Silent auction items numbered near 60 or more. I listened to a lot of declines and negative responses when inquiring for items. I only had to ask the next person to get a yes.
My mom ran successful charter bus tours to various casinos, bingos, and other destinations. When she wanted to fill up her bus, she simply asked, "Who wants to go?" Some folks chose not to go. She cheerfully went on to the next person. She almost always had a full bus.
Life is much the same. When someone decides to take issue with you, move on. The next person will not. When someone tells you "no," move one. The next someone will tell you "yes". When someone hurts you or belittles you, . . . NEXT!
There will always be negatives. There will always be obstacles. There will always be nay sayers. There will always be mean people.
From the mouth of my most wise mom . . . NEXT!
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Strength
Strength comes in many forms!
One of my favorite shows to watch is 'Strongman' competitions. Let's watch Jim carry this elephant across a balance beam on this tricycle without a seat. Who thinks this stuff up? But, undoubtedly, these men are incredibly able-bodied. The feats they perform astound! That is obvious, pure, brute strength!
Strength, though, comes in many facets. There is Rosa Parks strength. There is Nelson Mandela strength. There is Helen Keller strength. There is Kerry Strug strength. There is Aron Ralston strength. There is David strength. And there is the fortitude to face every day strength.
Each of us faces daily struggles. Each of us has that choice to make, every day, whether or not those struggles will win out over us. Today, please know, that the battle lies not in your ability to beat those struggles, but rather in your realizing that you have within you the strength to do ANY thing. You are all those people I just mentioned. You are MORE than that, too. You can stand up to indifference. You can make things change. You can overcome anything that's in your way. You can fight through pain. You can rise above seemingly insurmountable odds. You can do what so many fear doing. You own that power. It is within you.
Strength is in more than your muscles!
One of my favorite shows to watch is 'Strongman' competitions. Let's watch Jim carry this elephant across a balance beam on this tricycle without a seat. Who thinks this stuff up? But, undoubtedly, these men are incredibly able-bodied. The feats they perform astound! That is obvious, pure, brute strength!
Strength, though, comes in many facets. There is Rosa Parks strength. There is Nelson Mandela strength. There is Helen Keller strength. There is Kerry Strug strength. There is Aron Ralston strength. There is David strength. And there is the fortitude to face every day strength.
Each of us faces daily struggles. Each of us has that choice to make, every day, whether or not those struggles will win out over us. Today, please know, that the battle lies not in your ability to beat those struggles, but rather in your realizing that you have within you the strength to do ANY thing. You are all those people I just mentioned. You are MORE than that, too. You can stand up to indifference. You can make things change. You can overcome anything that's in your way. You can fight through pain. You can rise above seemingly insurmountable odds. You can do what so many fear doing. You own that power. It is within you.
Strength is in more than your muscles!
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Media Ch-Angels
Ch-Angel time . . .
This piece will actually envelope two people . . . Ann and Bill. They are the Batman and Robin of All Children's Hospital's media department. Superheroes with super hearts! They take heartbreak and make it matter. These two, among their zillion other responsibilities, develop the features stories for the All Children's Hospital telethon each year. They created Miles' story. They made us count. They made us a tangible, touchable effect of the hospital's abilities. They gave credence to our suffering, our stamina, our journey, our victories, and all the amazing things the hospital does.
These two, independently, are outstanding media stars. Incredible in their own abilities, when they put their beautiful heads together, they create incredibly touching stories that tug the heart strings, open the purse strings, and educate, too. Always behind the scenes, without much accolades, these two consistently produce work that help the hospital garner vitally needed funds every year.
In addition to their phenomenal media magic, I have had the privilege to get to know these folks on a personal level. I thought I was lucky having them portray my son's story for the telethon. What a pot of gold I have come across with the opportunity to call them friends. They are genuine, caring, kind, philanthropic, beautiful, unbias, dedicated souls. Willing to assist anyone in need at the drop of a hat, they give from the depths of their being with a true desire to simply help.
They earn their "Ch-Angel Wings" today through their selfless and tireless endeavors for those folks that don't have the platform to do so. Bless you both for all you do for so many others. Love you!
This piece will actually envelope two people . . . Ann and Bill. They are the Batman and Robin of All Children's Hospital's media department. Superheroes with super hearts! They take heartbreak and make it matter. These two, among their zillion other responsibilities, develop the features stories for the All Children's Hospital telethon each year. They created Miles' story. They made us count. They made us a tangible, touchable effect of the hospital's abilities. They gave credence to our suffering, our stamina, our journey, our victories, and all the amazing things the hospital does.
These two, independently, are outstanding media stars. Incredible in their own abilities, when they put their beautiful heads together, they create incredibly touching stories that tug the heart strings, open the purse strings, and educate, too. Always behind the scenes, without much accolades, these two consistently produce work that help the hospital garner vitally needed funds every year.
In addition to their phenomenal media magic, I have had the privilege to get to know these folks on a personal level. I thought I was lucky having them portray my son's story for the telethon. What a pot of gold I have come across with the opportunity to call them friends. They are genuine, caring, kind, philanthropic, beautiful, unbias, dedicated souls. Willing to assist anyone in need at the drop of a hat, they give from the depths of their being with a true desire to simply help.
They earn their "Ch-Angel Wings" today through their selfless and tireless endeavors for those folks that don't have the platform to do so. Bless you both for all you do for so many others. Love you!
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Entertaining Angels
Simple kindnesses have made lasting impressions and eternal differences. We've all heard the stories of how a kind gentleman helps a lady change a flat tire in a rain storm and she ends up leaving him all of her earthly possessions or various versions. Some are true. Some are simply spiritual stepping stones to help you make better choices.
My theory is much more easy. No changing flats in rain storms, although, please . . . if you ever see me on the roadside with a flat tire in a Florida rain storm . . . STOP! Rather, to do the right thing when you see it needs to be done. It doesn't need to be a grand gesture and it surely doesn't need to be in hopes of some reciprocation. It should just be done because it should just be done.
Helping people is one of the most joyous, most enlightening and wonderful activities there is. I'm not saying that you should house every homeless person or feed all the panhandlers. But you can offer them an opportunity to help themselves. Give them a bit of self assurance, a little dignity back, some self respect. It's astounding what one can do with a smidge of self respect.
Give up your seat to an elderly person. Offer guidance to your fellow shopper who looks lost. Allow the multi-lane-changing driver to get in front of you so he can get to the red light 4 seconds before you. Help a needy neighbor. Allow that mall shopper the tiny convenience of unloading their daily burdens on you. It helps them and you can filter it quickly. A listening ear, a soft heart, a tender touch, a genuine gift of generosity goes a long, long way.
Remember Hebrews 13:2, "Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it." And you know how I love my angels . . .
Monday, October 24, 2011
Grow Round!
Ahhhh, to be well rounded! Sadly, this kinda refers more now to my physical shape than my abilities and experiences, but today I defer to those abilities and experiences.
What glorious opportunities I have had in my life. I have been enriched by so many things and so many people. I am truly lucky!
There has been a myriad of musical fulfillment. From swing and jazz through rock and rap. I've been blessed with classical influences and country soul and heavy metal. I've enjoyed barbershop quartets and been party to Sweet Adelines. I've played the piano, clarinet, trumpet, saxophone, drums, flute, and more. What a joy to have been exposed to all of that!
And to that music, I have danced! I took ballet, jazz, tap, modern dance, and hip hop. I did gymnastics for more years than I can recall. I played competitive golf, ran track, and dabbled in body building. I trained to teach aerobics and love tennis, racquetball, and tossing the old pigskin around. I'm a pretty good ping-pong and pool player and I adore a good bike ride. I love to hike and explore and climb rocks and ride horses.
I devour good books and have a plethora of reading tastes. Sometimes I enjoy a good Patterson thriller. Or, perhaps, a little Koontz craziness. And there are times when I go the complete opposite direction and read "Eat, Pray, Love" or "The Shack". Then maybe I'll grab something all uplifting like "Freedom Writers". Could not get enough of C.S. Lewis and pretty much will read most anything on angels. I think it's important to consume all sorts of things.
I've done a little travelling. Been up and down the eastern seaboard of the United States. I've been to Texas, Las Vegas and Wyoming. I travelled to Canada and to Germany. There are beautiful and amazing things everywhere. Know, though, that you need not travel to the ends of the earth to find beauty. There is an abundance in your own back yard.
And people . . . where do you start? I've known some absolutely, jaw-droppingly amazing folks. I have also known some . . . not-so-amazing folks. (That was nice, wasn't it?) I have met famous folks and average folks. I have endured the pains of hurtful people and have lavished, much more, in the love of genuine, kind, and caring folks. I like the latter much more, but must admit that without those hurtful folks the genuine ones would not be so very appreciated. There is much to be learned from EVERY person that you meet.
So, I encourage you today, to be well-rounded. It's never too late to start a new hobby, try a new destination, pick up a new paperback, or make a new friend. Life is about growth. Grow round, my friend. Grow round!
What glorious opportunities I have had in my life. I have been enriched by so many things and so many people. I am truly lucky!
There has been a myriad of musical fulfillment. From swing and jazz through rock and rap. I've been blessed with classical influences and country soul and heavy metal. I've enjoyed barbershop quartets and been party to Sweet Adelines. I've played the piano, clarinet, trumpet, saxophone, drums, flute, and more. What a joy to have been exposed to all of that!
And to that music, I have danced! I took ballet, jazz, tap, modern dance, and hip hop. I did gymnastics for more years than I can recall. I played competitive golf, ran track, and dabbled in body building. I trained to teach aerobics and love tennis, racquetball, and tossing the old pigskin around. I'm a pretty good ping-pong and pool player and I adore a good bike ride. I love to hike and explore and climb rocks and ride horses.
I devour good books and have a plethora of reading tastes. Sometimes I enjoy a good Patterson thriller. Or, perhaps, a little Koontz craziness. And there are times when I go the complete opposite direction and read "Eat, Pray, Love" or "The Shack". Then maybe I'll grab something all uplifting like "Freedom Writers". Could not get enough of C.S. Lewis and pretty much will read most anything on angels. I think it's important to consume all sorts of things.
I've done a little travelling. Been up and down the eastern seaboard of the United States. I've been to Texas, Las Vegas and Wyoming. I travelled to Canada and to Germany. There are beautiful and amazing things everywhere. Know, though, that you need not travel to the ends of the earth to find beauty. There is an abundance in your own back yard.
And people . . . where do you start? I've known some absolutely, jaw-droppingly amazing folks. I have also known some . . . not-so-amazing folks. (That was nice, wasn't it?) I have met famous folks and average folks. I have endured the pains of hurtful people and have lavished, much more, in the love of genuine, kind, and caring folks. I like the latter much more, but must admit that without those hurtful folks the genuine ones would not be so very appreciated. There is much to be learned from EVERY person that you meet.
So, I encourage you today, to be well-rounded. It's never too late to start a new hobby, try a new destination, pick up a new paperback, or make a new friend. Life is about growth. Grow round, my friend. Grow round!
Sunday, October 23, 2011
The Best Medicine
If laughter is the best medicine, I must be seriously healthy!
Thursday night, I spent many hours stumbling around Busch Gardens for Howl-O-Scream. To allow yourself that silliness to be scared out of your skin and laugh about it, is just a fabulous release. I spent the night dodging zombies, beasties, crazy stalker people, and tip-toe-ing through many haunted houses. I jumped, I screamed, I laughed, I ran away, and I just generally had an absolutely amazing time. It felt good to let go for a little while.
Friday, I tied up a few loose ends and generally got a lot of stuff done. It always feels fabulous to accomplish things and I got just bunches done! And all while in the company of my husband who just makes me giggle most of the day. Friday, he decided to pick up on the way I say "squirrel" and it hasn't stopped since. It's quite silly! It IS a two syllable word, isn't it?
Friday night we drove to Tallahassee, went to the party down town and on Saturday, hubby, Miles and I went to an antique car museum and then to the Seminole game. The museum was absolutely amazing and I cannot believe we've never been. I would highly recommend it to anyone who is passing by, loves cars & antiques, or just wants a little history lesson. It was amazing! We laughed our way through the two-story facility when we weren't standing in awe of this man's collection.
On to the game and FSU provides quite an aura! The stadium was pretty packed and lessened the chill in the air. We joked, chanted, chopped, and willed our team on to a wonderful victory. The whole time we just laughed and several times I really thought Miles would lose his lunch, he was laughing so hard. It was just an absolutely fabulous weekend. I couldn't have asked for a better time.
And so, in closing today, I wish you laughter. I wish you the brief and fleeting moments of letting your hair down and relaxing enough to really and truly enjoy what is around you. Find the lightness and frivolity that exists in simple things while in the company of folks you care about!
Be well . . . and laugh!
Thursday night, I spent many hours stumbling around Busch Gardens for Howl-O-Scream. To allow yourself that silliness to be scared out of your skin and laugh about it, is just a fabulous release. I spent the night dodging zombies, beasties, crazy stalker people, and tip-toe-ing through many haunted houses. I jumped, I screamed, I laughed, I ran away, and I just generally had an absolutely amazing time. It felt good to let go for a little while.
Friday, I tied up a few loose ends and generally got a lot of stuff done. It always feels fabulous to accomplish things and I got just bunches done! And all while in the company of my husband who just makes me giggle most of the day. Friday, he decided to pick up on the way I say "squirrel" and it hasn't stopped since. It's quite silly! It IS a two syllable word, isn't it?
Friday night we drove to Tallahassee, went to the party down town and on Saturday, hubby, Miles and I went to an antique car museum and then to the Seminole game. The museum was absolutely amazing and I cannot believe we've never been. I would highly recommend it to anyone who is passing by, loves cars & antiques, or just wants a little history lesson. It was amazing! We laughed our way through the two-story facility when we weren't standing in awe of this man's collection.
On to the game and FSU provides quite an aura! The stadium was pretty packed and lessened the chill in the air. We joked, chanted, chopped, and willed our team on to a wonderful victory. The whole time we just laughed and several times I really thought Miles would lose his lunch, he was laughing so hard. It was just an absolutely fabulous weekend. I couldn't have asked for a better time.
And so, in closing today, I wish you laughter. I wish you the brief and fleeting moments of letting your hair down and relaxing enough to really and truly enjoy what is around you. Find the lightness and frivolity that exists in simple things while in the company of folks you care about!
Be well . . . and laugh!
Friday, October 21, 2011
Good Things . . .
Normally, good things come to those who wait.
Good things come, too, to those who pursue them in a positive and progressive manner!
Working on two major events is just a little hectic. But, when you just put your head down and lead with a shoulder you can usually knock a few things out of the way. I must say that I am blessed with some help from 'higher up,' but without the ability to be persistent; I don't think I'd get too far.
Maybe it's just the fact that these two projects are for veterans and for children. That might have something to do with the positive outcome. Maybe it's the inherent goodness in people that creates such grand results. Whatever it is, I am most grateful for all the many wonderful things that have been befalling me as of late.
I will continue my persistently positive passions and see where it leads. If one path becomes impassible, believe me, I will simply change course. If I come to a hole I cannot cross, I will find another route. If I find someone who does not share my passion or my purpose, I will simply, happily, and eagerly ask the next person.
Good things wait for all of us. Best wishes in your endeavors today! . . .
Good things come, too, to those who pursue them in a positive and progressive manner!
Working on two major events is just a little hectic. But, when you just put your head down and lead with a shoulder you can usually knock a few things out of the way. I must say that I am blessed with some help from 'higher up,' but without the ability to be persistent; I don't think I'd get too far.
Maybe it's just the fact that these two projects are for veterans and for children. That might have something to do with the positive outcome. Maybe it's the inherent goodness in people that creates such grand results. Whatever it is, I am most grateful for all the many wonderful things that have been befalling me as of late.
I will continue my persistently positive passions and see where it leads. If one path becomes impassible, believe me, I will simply change course. If I come to a hole I cannot cross, I will find another route. If I find someone who does not share my passion or my purpose, I will simply, happily, and eagerly ask the next person.
Good things wait for all of us. Best wishes in your endeavors today! . . .
Thursday, October 20, 2011
A question
When we are in elementary school, there is no issue with raising your hand to ask a question. Where does that inhibition go?
When you get to middle school, it is far too uncool to raise your hand and have any of your friends think you don't know everything. Get to high school, and should you happen to raise your hand for an inquiry, you are instantly pegged as a geek, a brainiac, or wannabe teacher's pet. As an adult, we feel we are far too educated to not know answers so why ask questions? We either just don't respond, or we formulate some lopsided, bias ideas and never sway from them . . . because we refuse to allow ourselves the opportunity of . . . a question!
I learned a long time ago that the only stupid question is the one that ISN'T asked! If you don't know the answer; ask the question! If you cannot educate yourself; find someone who is schooled in the field of query and . . . fire away! Doubt is an obtrusive little virus that can infect a multitude of facets. Ignorance is a full blown, raging case of "I-choose-not-to-ask-itis". Don't be sickened or weakened by pride or prejudice. Simply ask a question!
When we choose to stop asking questions, we CHOOSE to stop growing intellectually. When we stop growing intellectually, we choose to become part of the current; part of the tide. We simply roll along with whatever comes to pass. To rise up, make a difference, and 'turn' the tide is difficult, at best. But, when we adjust our self-esteem and let that little sentence: "I have a question" come out, you just never know what brilliance can come of it. One little ripple can create a whole new wave. Be the ripple.
Ask a question . . .
When you get to middle school, it is far too uncool to raise your hand and have any of your friends think you don't know everything. Get to high school, and should you happen to raise your hand for an inquiry, you are instantly pegged as a geek, a brainiac, or wannabe teacher's pet. As an adult, we feel we are far too educated to not know answers so why ask questions? We either just don't respond, or we formulate some lopsided, bias ideas and never sway from them . . . because we refuse to allow ourselves the opportunity of . . . a question!
I learned a long time ago that the only stupid question is the one that ISN'T asked! If you don't know the answer; ask the question! If you cannot educate yourself; find someone who is schooled in the field of query and . . . fire away! Doubt is an obtrusive little virus that can infect a multitude of facets. Ignorance is a full blown, raging case of "I-choose-not-to-ask-itis". Don't be sickened or weakened by pride or prejudice. Simply ask a question!
When we choose to stop asking questions, we CHOOSE to stop growing intellectually. When we stop growing intellectually, we choose to become part of the current; part of the tide. We simply roll along with whatever comes to pass. To rise up, make a difference, and 'turn' the tide is difficult, at best. But, when we adjust our self-esteem and let that little sentence: "I have a question" come out, you just never know what brilliance can come of it. One little ripple can create a whole new wave. Be the ripple.
Ask a question . . .
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Another Ralph-ism
The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well.
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
Ralph sure knew what he was talking about, eh? My only exception to this statement is that "lived well" is a relative term and I think that being useful, honorable, compassionate, and making some difference . . . makes you happy! So it turns into one of those vicious circle things; but in this case, a very good vicious circle!
To be useful:
Find your passion! Seek out a cause that truly tugs at your heartstrings and let it lead you to accomplish great things. Don't be swayed by someone else's passion. Sure, hop on the bandwagon if it's a worthy cause, but find your own source of surge and you will surprise yourself with the things you will undertake and overcome!
To be honorable:
In seeking your passion and making it known, follow an honorable path. Do not stray to an easier path because it's easier. Stay true to yourself, your ethics, your morals, and your passion. If success is gained through scandal . . . it is not success. Perseverance paves the way for honor.
To be compassionate:
Care. Consider. Contemplate. Compassion is the ability to feel for another and to act on that. This is a selfless, thankless, and faceless task. It is what you do, because you know it is the right thing to do. It is to move beyond your own needs to favor the needs of someone else. It is fabulous.
To make a difference:
What more can any person hope to do? Save an animal. Save a child. Save a species. Save the planet. Save the arts. Feed the hungry. Soften the sadness. Acknowledge the troops. The options are endless.
And, for all that hard work, commitment, sacrifice, and hope . . . Happiness!
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
Ralph sure knew what he was talking about, eh? My only exception to this statement is that "lived well" is a relative term and I think that being useful, honorable, compassionate, and making some difference . . . makes you happy! So it turns into one of those vicious circle things; but in this case, a very good vicious circle!
To be useful:
Find your passion! Seek out a cause that truly tugs at your heartstrings and let it lead you to accomplish great things. Don't be swayed by someone else's passion. Sure, hop on the bandwagon if it's a worthy cause, but find your own source of surge and you will surprise yourself with the things you will undertake and overcome!
To be honorable:
In seeking your passion and making it known, follow an honorable path. Do not stray to an easier path because it's easier. Stay true to yourself, your ethics, your morals, and your passion. If success is gained through scandal . . . it is not success. Perseverance paves the way for honor.
To be compassionate:
Care. Consider. Contemplate. Compassion is the ability to feel for another and to act on that. This is a selfless, thankless, and faceless task. It is what you do, because you know it is the right thing to do. It is to move beyond your own needs to favor the needs of someone else. It is fabulous.
To make a difference:
What more can any person hope to do? Save an animal. Save a child. Save a species. Save the planet. Save the arts. Feed the hungry. Soften the sadness. Acknowledge the troops. The options are endless.
And, for all that hard work, commitment, sacrifice, and hope . . . Happiness!
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
And the greatest of these . . .
HOPE!
So many folks are hurting, starving, angry, broken. It is a sad time for some. But, I firmly believe that the one thing you DO have control of is your ability to HOPE! There is not a soul out there that can take that away from you. Coming from someone who survived three weeks plus on nothing but Vienna Finger cookies . . . hope is available to everyone. Coming from someone who has lived three lifetimes worth of direct stomach kicks . . . hope remains. Coming from someone who has layed down beside her baby in a kid-side hospital bed for many nights . . . there is hope. Coming from someone who went to help mom with a broken collar bone and watched her head to Heaven instead . . . hope abounds.
FAITH!
With every task, trial, or tribulation . . . take that first step in FAITH and life is renewed. Faith brings hope to reality. Faith allows you to finally shut that stupid little voice up inside your head who fills you with negatives and no's. Faith heals hurts, feeds all sorts of hungers, soothes many ruffled feathers, and faith fixes broken. Faith beats a path through the scary, the unknown, the dark to lead you where you might not know you're going. Faith comforts and convalesces. Faith teaches and triumphs.
LOVE!
Four simple letters that encompass so very much! Love is patient. Real love sometimes is not evident in a firework, movie-style romance. Sometimes it is a small spark that is tended to and stoked for an eternity before it blooms into a sensuous heat. Love is kind. It does not perform acts in hope of repercussions and ripples. It exists to make warmth and tenderness a constant commonality. Love is not jealous. Love believes in the strength of itself and knows nothing can break its bonds. Love does not brag and is not arrogant. It simply exists in all its glory and that is enough. Love is beautiful!
Three things will last forever--faith, hope, and love.
And the greatest of these is love.
So many folks are hurting, starving, angry, broken. It is a sad time for some. But, I firmly believe that the one thing you DO have control of is your ability to HOPE! There is not a soul out there that can take that away from you. Coming from someone who survived three weeks plus on nothing but Vienna Finger cookies . . . hope is available to everyone. Coming from someone who has lived three lifetimes worth of direct stomach kicks . . . hope remains. Coming from someone who has layed down beside her baby in a kid-side hospital bed for many nights . . . there is hope. Coming from someone who went to help mom with a broken collar bone and watched her head to Heaven instead . . . hope abounds.
FAITH!
With every task, trial, or tribulation . . . take that first step in FAITH and life is renewed. Faith brings hope to reality. Faith allows you to finally shut that stupid little voice up inside your head who fills you with negatives and no's. Faith heals hurts, feeds all sorts of hungers, soothes many ruffled feathers, and faith fixes broken. Faith beats a path through the scary, the unknown, the dark to lead you where you might not know you're going. Faith comforts and convalesces. Faith teaches and triumphs.
LOVE!
Four simple letters that encompass so very much! Love is patient. Real love sometimes is not evident in a firework, movie-style romance. Sometimes it is a small spark that is tended to and stoked for an eternity before it blooms into a sensuous heat. Love is kind. It does not perform acts in hope of repercussions and ripples. It exists to make warmth and tenderness a constant commonality. Love is not jealous. Love believes in the strength of itself and knows nothing can break its bonds. Love does not brag and is not arrogant. It simply exists in all its glory and that is enough. Love is beautiful!
Three things will last forever--faith, hope, and love.
And the greatest of these is love.
Monday, October 17, 2011
Begin . . . again!
Saturday, hubby and I attended the wedding of a dear friend and neighbor! It was a beautiful beach wedding with an incredible sunset. We laughed, we danced, we smooched, and we celebrated the union of these two souls who happened to find one another in the chaos that is life. Wherever their course may take them; I wish them well.
My niece and nephew-in-law (ew! just nephew!) celebrated their one-year anniversary. I have not yet met this wonderful young man, but it is obvious that he is just the light of my niece's life and he makes her very content and happy. I cannot hope or wish for anything more than that. She deserves much joy and love and there are days that her posts contain her almost-audible laughter. It makes my heart happy!
My nephew and soon-to-be niece-in-law (ew! just niece!) will be celebrating an anniversary today. They have an incredibly delicious little girl who I am just itching to meet. I hope, too, that I meet the beautiful young lady who birthed that little girl and who keeps my fabulous nephew in line and so very happy! It is a privilege to include you in the family and, dear nephew, you know you hold a terribly special place in my heart. I hope that your happiness and fulfillment are on-going. You all deserve just a big piece of contentment and peace! Love you!
My high-school buddy celebrates her birthday today! Although we never toured the south as the world's sexiest pair of 18-wheeling females . . . we both managed to end up as 'southern belles'. I hope you enjoy your birthday today. May God bless you today and always, and enjoy getting older . . . before me! :-)
And also . . . twenty-two years ago, my Victor requested I dress nice for dinner out at Scalini's in Georgia. With dinner ordered, he nervously spent a few moments in idle chatter before he asked if I would be his wife. It was the best dinner I never ate! It was also the best decision of my life. There have been bumps and hurdles, but he has ALWAYS been a constant companion, friend, supporter, and love. He carries me when I cannot walk. He listens when I blabber on like a crazy lady. He supports me in all my endeavors. And now, as the children begin their own life journeys, it is just a fabulous time we're having enjoying one another again. We are laughing, dancing, singing, talking, and simply existing together. Thank you, God, for this gift of a man and thank you for crossing our paths!
Today, enjoy your own new beginnings . . . again. Celebrate old history. Make some new history. Begin . . . again!
My niece and nephew-in-law (ew! just nephew!) celebrated their one-year anniversary. I have not yet met this wonderful young man, but it is obvious that he is just the light of my niece's life and he makes her very content and happy. I cannot hope or wish for anything more than that. She deserves much joy and love and there are days that her posts contain her almost-audible laughter. It makes my heart happy!
My nephew and soon-to-be niece-in-law (ew! just niece!) will be celebrating an anniversary today. They have an incredibly delicious little girl who I am just itching to meet. I hope, too, that I meet the beautiful young lady who birthed that little girl and who keeps my fabulous nephew in line and so very happy! It is a privilege to include you in the family and, dear nephew, you know you hold a terribly special place in my heart. I hope that your happiness and fulfillment are on-going. You all deserve just a big piece of contentment and peace! Love you!
My high-school buddy celebrates her birthday today! Although we never toured the south as the world's sexiest pair of 18-wheeling females . . . we both managed to end up as 'southern belles'. I hope you enjoy your birthday today. May God bless you today and always, and enjoy getting older . . . before me! :-)
And also . . . twenty-two years ago, my Victor requested I dress nice for dinner out at Scalini's in Georgia. With dinner ordered, he nervously spent a few moments in idle chatter before he asked if I would be his wife. It was the best dinner I never ate! It was also the best decision of my life. There have been bumps and hurdles, but he has ALWAYS been a constant companion, friend, supporter, and love. He carries me when I cannot walk. He listens when I blabber on like a crazy lady. He supports me in all my endeavors. And now, as the children begin their own life journeys, it is just a fabulous time we're having enjoying one another again. We are laughing, dancing, singing, talking, and simply existing together. Thank you, God, for this gift of a man and thank you for crossing our paths!
Today, enjoy your own new beginnings . . . again. Celebrate old history. Make some new history. Begin . . . again!
Saturday, October 15, 2011
What's brewing?
I grew up in a very large household . . . both in size and occupants. It seemed, however, very small in opinions. There was really only one that mattered, and it certainly wasn't mine.
Whether the topic was politics, religion, work, money, jelly utensils, elbows on the table, or where the train tracks might lead; it did not matter what you thought and you dare not spoke because the step-dad would always speak louder and more forceful than you, in turn . . . making you wrong!
I don't know that I can say it's a bad thing. Because of his near-bullying tactics, I kind of adopted a rather jovial, frivolous outlook on everything which kept me out of the bowels of the screaming matches . . . most of the time. However, it also kept me clinging to the positives in everything to simply move beyond the yelling and belittling.
What it has done, I've realized thirty years later, has created this tentative, timid, tiny little mouse person who is afraid to share her viewpoints and opinions. I am truly working on this. I don't think I'll ever go stand on some soapbox, but I'm realizing that I, in fact, DO have opinions and thoughts and have EVERY right to express them. People still hurl insults and accusations, but I'm also learning that it's MOST important to know that YOUR thoughts and opinions are YOUR own. You are entitled to them, deserve them, and thankfully we live in a country where you are free to express them. Guess what, though? Me too!
I would not ever force feed you my favorite food because I enjoy it. Nor will I force feed you my religious beliefs, political viewpoints, or personal opinions. I would thoroughly enjoy not being force fed yours. You can believe what you like, but don't tell me I'm wrong because I don't agree. You can offer me information, but don't sling verbal abuse. This country allows us the freedom to think! That is its beauty!
And please, do not EVER squelch the budding minds of our youth! They have every right to make their OWN decisions and form their OWN opinions. I make it a point NOT to force my kids to believe what I believe. I have enjoyed their attending different churches, I discuss political issues without debate or screaming, and I don't tell them I'm right cause I'm the parent. I think it's vital that they, especially this generation, are allowed to think and express themselves. As desperate as times may seem, inspiration is usually a direct result. Let's hope there is inspiration a-brewing!
Whether the topic was politics, religion, work, money, jelly utensils, elbows on the table, or where the train tracks might lead; it did not matter what you thought and you dare not spoke because the step-dad would always speak louder and more forceful than you, in turn . . . making you wrong!
I don't know that I can say it's a bad thing. Because of his near-bullying tactics, I kind of adopted a rather jovial, frivolous outlook on everything which kept me out of the bowels of the screaming matches . . . most of the time. However, it also kept me clinging to the positives in everything to simply move beyond the yelling and belittling.
What it has done, I've realized thirty years later, has created this tentative, timid, tiny little mouse person who is afraid to share her viewpoints and opinions. I am truly working on this. I don't think I'll ever go stand on some soapbox, but I'm realizing that I, in fact, DO have opinions and thoughts and have EVERY right to express them. People still hurl insults and accusations, but I'm also learning that it's MOST important to know that YOUR thoughts and opinions are YOUR own. You are entitled to them, deserve them, and thankfully we live in a country where you are free to express them. Guess what, though? Me too!
I would not ever force feed you my favorite food because I enjoy it. Nor will I force feed you my religious beliefs, political viewpoints, or personal opinions. I would thoroughly enjoy not being force fed yours. You can believe what you like, but don't tell me I'm wrong because I don't agree. You can offer me information, but don't sling verbal abuse. This country allows us the freedom to think! That is its beauty!
And please, do not EVER squelch the budding minds of our youth! They have every right to make their OWN decisions and form their OWN opinions. I make it a point NOT to force my kids to believe what I believe. I have enjoyed their attending different churches, I discuss political issues without debate or screaming, and I don't tell them I'm right cause I'm the parent. I think it's vital that they, especially this generation, are allowed to think and express themselves. As desperate as times may seem, inspiration is usually a direct result. Let's hope there is inspiration a-brewing!
Friday, October 14, 2011
A Musical Interlude
I am absolutely positive that this is just my mom, using me to speak her thoughts, but boy howdy am I loving these talent competitions as of late.
The Sing Off would be one of momma's favorites. The sheer talent of these folks is just jaw-droppingly amazing. It is hard enough to sing well with musical accompaniment, but to be your own musical accompaniment is an entirely different level of talent. If any of you saw the Doo Wop group do the Bruno Mars song . . . you understand how music transcends generations and musical genre stereotypes. That was just absolutely stunning!
The X Factor has really showcased some incredible talent. Aside from the judges . . . who leave a whole lot more to be desired than the competitors . . . the abilities of some of these people is just super. There was a 14 year old girl who sang "Will You Still Love Me" and gave me goosebumps. Some of the groups and their harmonies just make the hair stand straight up on my arms.
Now, maybe it's just the love of music that my mom instilled in me that makes me enjoy these shows so much. Maybe it's the years of singing that has made me admire and respect the talents these people possess. Maybe it's the thought of momma, somewhere better, playing along on whatever keyboard she could grab and just enjoying the bejeepers out of herself! Whatever it is . . . I'm thrilled to realize and enjoy the gifts of others!
Hope you enjoy them too!
The Sing Off would be one of momma's favorites. The sheer talent of these folks is just jaw-droppingly amazing. It is hard enough to sing well with musical accompaniment, but to be your own musical accompaniment is an entirely different level of talent. If any of you saw the Doo Wop group do the Bruno Mars song . . . you understand how music transcends generations and musical genre stereotypes. That was just absolutely stunning!
The X Factor has really showcased some incredible talent. Aside from the judges . . . who leave a whole lot more to be desired than the competitors . . . the abilities of some of these people is just super. There was a 14 year old girl who sang "Will You Still Love Me" and gave me goosebumps. Some of the groups and their harmonies just make the hair stand straight up on my arms.
Now, maybe it's just the love of music that my mom instilled in me that makes me enjoy these shows so much. Maybe it's the years of singing that has made me admire and respect the talents these people possess. Maybe it's the thought of momma, somewhere better, playing along on whatever keyboard she could grab and just enjoying the bejeepers out of herself! Whatever it is . . . I'm thrilled to realize and enjoy the gifts of others!
Hope you enjoy them too!
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Truer Words . . .
A very genuine and wonderful new friend of mine shared these words with me and they really struck a chord. This is very much the essence of what is at my core! So I thank Audrey Hepburn for hitting the proverbial nail on the head, and I thank my new friend for sharing Audrey's words with me . . . so that I might forward this message to others.
For attractive lips; speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes; seek out the good in people.
For a lovely shape; share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair; let a child run his/her fingers through it once a day.
For poise; walk in the knowledge that you'll never walk alone.
People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed.
Never throw out anyone.
Remember that if you ever need a helping hand, you will find one at the end of each of your arms.
As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands;
One for helping yourself, and one for helping others.
Beyond "I love you," truer words have not been spoken!
For attractive lips; speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes; seek out the good in people.
For a lovely shape; share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair; let a child run his/her fingers through it once a day.
For poise; walk in the knowledge that you'll never walk alone.
People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed.
Never throw out anyone.
Remember that if you ever need a helping hand, you will find one at the end of each of your arms.
As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands;
One for helping yourself, and one for helping others.
Beyond "I love you," truer words have not been spoken!
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Jumbo Shrimp
The ever lovable oxymoron! Such a bit of silliness to lighten up your mood!
A little pregnant. Calculated risk. Educated guess. Uninvited guest. Government aid. Legal justice. Organized crime. Necessary evil. Cardinal sin. Restless sleep. Wholesome.
I grew up in a house that very much played in vocabulary! We were a punny household that enjoyed learning the language and all of its oddities. One of my favorite games we played when there was about a hundred people over was "The Dictionary Game." Two giant dictionaries floating amongst the players. You found a word no one would know, spelled it for everyone, and each person wrote down their own definition. That word chooser then collected and read the definitions. We voted for what we believed to be the right definition. Those that fooled others got points and those that chose correctly received points and we all learned new words. My brother, Jimmy, was horrible as the word chooser. He could never keep a straight face while reading definitions. It was easy to tell who NOT to vote for, but always good for lots of laughs!
One of my favorite oxymorons came, I believe, from my mom's friend's dad. We were never an overtly eager bunch, but when things needed to get done we quickly set ourselves to task and got things accomplished. Along the way, undoubtedly, you would hear, "Hurry up! Take your time!" And no matter what you were doing, how intently, there was laughter.
My mom used to tell us about playing with her cousin when she was little. Her cousin used to dress nicely all the time, so when he got to crawling around the floor playing games with my mom, his mother would yell, "Herbie . . . get your knees out of your pants!" She didn't want his clothes to get all wrinkled, but my mom and Herbie would just laugh and laugh.
So, today, you will for sure take note of some silliness during your day. Perhaps the 'quick line at the DMV' or maybe the 'fat-free 40 oz double chocolate latte'. Make the best of it . . . and smile!
To infinity . . . and beyond!
A little pregnant. Calculated risk. Educated guess. Uninvited guest. Government aid. Legal justice. Organized crime. Necessary evil. Cardinal sin. Restless sleep. Wholesome.
I grew up in a house that very much played in vocabulary! We were a punny household that enjoyed learning the language and all of its oddities. One of my favorite games we played when there was about a hundred people over was "The Dictionary Game." Two giant dictionaries floating amongst the players. You found a word no one would know, spelled it for everyone, and each person wrote down their own definition. That word chooser then collected and read the definitions. We voted for what we believed to be the right definition. Those that fooled others got points and those that chose correctly received points and we all learned new words. My brother, Jimmy, was horrible as the word chooser. He could never keep a straight face while reading definitions. It was easy to tell who NOT to vote for, but always good for lots of laughs!
One of my favorite oxymorons came, I believe, from my mom's friend's dad. We were never an overtly eager bunch, but when things needed to get done we quickly set ourselves to task and got things accomplished. Along the way, undoubtedly, you would hear, "Hurry up! Take your time!" And no matter what you were doing, how intently, there was laughter.
My mom used to tell us about playing with her cousin when she was little. Her cousin used to dress nicely all the time, so when he got to crawling around the floor playing games with my mom, his mother would yell, "Herbie . . . get your knees out of your pants!" She didn't want his clothes to get all wrinkled, but my mom and Herbie would just laugh and laugh.
So, today, you will for sure take note of some silliness during your day. Perhaps the 'quick line at the DMV' or maybe the 'fat-free 40 oz double chocolate latte'. Make the best of it . . . and smile!
To infinity . . . and beyond!
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Coming Home
As newlyweds, we "come home" to our first home together. We enjoy simple comforts and the companionship of our best friend and soul mate. It could be an apartment, condo, or a house . . . but it is always a home. It is a truly beautiful moment to bask in and savor.
Next, as parents, we "come home" with our first child. Though no one could ever be prepared for such a journey; it is one most folks take completely on faith. You open your heart, your lives, your soul to a precious little person who trusts wholly in your love and guidance.
There is the "coming home" of soldiers. Many have seen these tender moments caught on video and aired world-wide. There are proud parents, anxious spouses, fidgety children and faithful families standing in weighted anticipation for those defenders-of-freedom to emerge from a crowd. There are also much more somber moments of weeping and loss as the only greeting is with a flag and sympathy.
There is also the "coming home" for holidays and special events. Moments of tremendous fellowship and family unity. Everything seems richer, deeper, tastier, more special. These are times to capture the love and hold it tight until the next holiday or special event.
And there is the true "coming home" when folks leave this earth and hopefully head toward a much more glorious place. It is both a truly difficult time and a defining time. Sometimes this homeward trek begins WAY too early. Sometimes it is a bumpy and tragic road. Cultivated correctly, the journey is of little consequence compared to the destination.
Whatever home you're headed to . . . I wish for you Godspeed and safe travels.
Next, as parents, we "come home" with our first child. Though no one could ever be prepared for such a journey; it is one most folks take completely on faith. You open your heart, your lives, your soul to a precious little person who trusts wholly in your love and guidance.
There is the "coming home" of soldiers. Many have seen these tender moments caught on video and aired world-wide. There are proud parents, anxious spouses, fidgety children and faithful families standing in weighted anticipation for those defenders-of-freedom to emerge from a crowd. There are also much more somber moments of weeping and loss as the only greeting is with a flag and sympathy.
There is also the "coming home" for holidays and special events. Moments of tremendous fellowship and family unity. Everything seems richer, deeper, tastier, more special. These are times to capture the love and hold it tight until the next holiday or special event.
And there is the true "coming home" when folks leave this earth and hopefully head toward a much more glorious place. It is both a truly difficult time and a defining time. Sometimes this homeward trek begins WAY too early. Sometimes it is a bumpy and tragic road. Cultivated correctly, the journey is of little consequence compared to the destination.
Whatever home you're headed to . . . I wish for you Godspeed and safe travels.
Monday, October 10, 2011
Transition . . .
Transition . . .
Having just perused Facebook and thoroughly enjoyed photos of my oldest brother's friend's 50th birthday, today I am thinking about transition.
tran·si·tion
Bill - Happiest of Birthdays, my friend! You are NOT getting old. You are transitioning into a new era, a new time in your life. I hope that you enjoy all there is to see and do and I hope that the journey continues to be filled with family and friends. Those pictures brought back lots of memories and it is wonderful to see your family all together and all those smiles.
This weekend, for only the 2nd time in 45 years, I had my hair professionally colored. Although I could have felt anguish about taking that step, I choose to feel like I've transitioned myself into another couple of months of looking how I feel. I certainly don't feel grey-haired. (OK, some days are questionable!) I don't feel like I need to be viewed in that manner when I am still so active and kickin' up my heels. So . . . I simply transitioned from grey-streaked, to vibrant and back-to-normal!
My son began his first job this week. Although the house was eerily quiet without him, it is not a bad thing. He is learning to be responsible, personable, social, and earning a pay check. He is transitioning to a new phase in his life and I could not be prouder of him. I know that no matter what he does, he will be fantastic!
The world has seen some tragic losses in the past week with Steve Jobs and Al Davis, just to name a few. These are folks that left legacies in their short time here on earth. And now, they transition into a new phase of their existence and we are left to transition here as well.
Embrace the changes before you. Transition is not a bad thing! It can be as good as you choose to make it. Make it amazing!
Having just perused Facebook and thoroughly enjoyed photos of my oldest brother's friend's 50th birthday, today I am thinking about transition.
tran·si·tion
[tran-zish-uh
n, -sish-]
n, -sish-]noun
1. movement, passage, or change from one position, state, stage, subject, concept, etc., to another; change.
Bill - Happiest of Birthdays, my friend! You are NOT getting old. You are transitioning into a new era, a new time in your life. I hope that you enjoy all there is to see and do and I hope that the journey continues to be filled with family and friends. Those pictures brought back lots of memories and it is wonderful to see your family all together and all those smiles.
This weekend, for only the 2nd time in 45 years, I had my hair professionally colored. Although I could have felt anguish about taking that step, I choose to feel like I've transitioned myself into another couple of months of looking how I feel. I certainly don't feel grey-haired. (OK, some days are questionable!) I don't feel like I need to be viewed in that manner when I am still so active and kickin' up my heels. So . . . I simply transitioned from grey-streaked, to vibrant and back-to-normal!
My son began his first job this week. Although the house was eerily quiet without him, it is not a bad thing. He is learning to be responsible, personable, social, and earning a pay check. He is transitioning to a new phase in his life and I could not be prouder of him. I know that no matter what he does, he will be fantastic!
The world has seen some tragic losses in the past week with Steve Jobs and Al Davis, just to name a few. These are folks that left legacies in their short time here on earth. And now, they transition into a new phase of their existence and we are left to transition here as well.
Embrace the changes before you. Transition is not a bad thing! It can be as good as you choose to make it. Make it amazing!
Saturday, October 8, 2011
What a Wonderful World!
I see trees of green, red roses too, I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.
I see skies of blue and clouds of white, The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.
The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky, Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do. They're really saying I love you.
I hear babies cry, I watch them grow. They'll learn much more than I'll never know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world. Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world.
I will leave you with that today!
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.
I see skies of blue and clouds of white, The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.
The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky, Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do. They're really saying I love you.
I hear babies cry, I watch them grow. They'll learn much more than I'll never know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world. Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world.
I will leave you with that today!
Friday, October 7, 2011
History of Perrine's Covered Bridge
This is NOT your average history lesson.
There is a beautiful covered bridge in Esopus, New York called Perrine's Covered Bridge. It is very rustic, beautiful, and quaint. This would be MY history with Perrine's Covered Bridge. As you'll read, a very bad thing happened there . . . but instead of allowing that negative to keep me away from such a stunningly serene spot . . . I remained vigilant in visiting and . . . goodness prevails!
In my early teens, it sure seemed like a million-mile bike ride, but I'm certain it's only a few miles from my Rosendale home. I would ride whatever available bike was around toward New Paltz to Perrine's. It was secluded and just very quiet and allowed for a great amount of thinking and pondering. On one particular trip to Perrine's, I noticed that a car was driving slowly behind me. I really took no interest until it turned down the desolate road toward Perrine's shortly after I did. I jumped off my bike and walked to mid-bridge hoping to see the car drive by. To my shock, I instead heard a car door close. My heart was racing; thumping so loud I could barely hear the water flowing beneath me. As I searched the shadows to see who might emerge, I almost laughed at myself when I saw my uncle sauntering my way. Hugs were exchanged and we chatted for a little bit. He told me he thought it was a little dangerous for me to be so far from home, in such an obscure place. I assured him I was fine and that I visited all the time. And then . . . bad things happened. My uncle . . . my mom's brother . . . tried to do things to me I still have blocked out a little bit. It was a very ugly time that seemed to last for hours. I'm sure it was only minutes, but by the time I was able to kick and fight myself away from him, I was on my bike and home before I remembered anything else. I told my mom who said, "I'm sure you misunderstood his actions." Other aunts and uncles said the same. No one believed me and I was devastated.
A few years later, having survived that hurdle and put it my rear view, and much less frequently visiting Perrine's, I found myself there with my first boyfriend. He had packed us a picnic, complete with blanket and sodas and grapes and all that jive. He was unaware of my past experience there, but I followed him across that bridge . . . and boy, do I mean that in a very multi-faceted way! We laughed, we talked, we ate, we drank, we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves and old memories were being stripped away. We then shared something much more intimate beyond Perrine's. It was perfect! Until, of course, laying curled within each others arms he happend to notice yelling and honking and realized that we were visible from the New York State THRUWAY!!! We laughed so hard we cried. It was truly the beginning of a much better historical period of Perrine's!
A few months alter, the boyfriend and I returned with his 'band of brothers,' . . . the Fab Four! We had brought steaks and beer this time and we were going to grill out at the picnic area just beyond the bridge. We hauled everything over the river, cracked a few brews, started the nonsense we always did and began grilling. Not until the steaks were done and we were all salivating like wild hyenas did anyone realize we forgot to bring utensils. Again, the laughter ensued. And, in true Fab Four Plus One fashion, we improvised. We, like animals, ate with our bare hands! About an hour later, beers drained, we all stumbled into the diner in New Paltz with steak juice covering our hands and dripping from our elbows. Our faces were covered with bits of meat and we truly must have been a sight. We got a lot of stares from lots of folks . . . but, oh, there was laughter . . . and incredible memories.
Moving on a few years, boyfriend's gone, but I am now with the Ulster County Tom Cruise! THE guy that every girl wanted to simply stand next to in high school and, if the Lord was smiling down on you, this young man might even speak to you! Can't even really remember how I came to be out with him, but . . . for those of you who know who I am talking about . . . who cares! And . . . guess where he decided to park his vehicle? Perrine's Covered Bridge! At evening's end, although not much more occurred, my neck looked like he actually tried to chew off my head. It was glorious. I had tangible proof that not only did he talk to me . . . he gave me hickies!!! Of course, I had to tell my mom that I had a fight with my curling iron . . . and it won . . . but I knew better! And it was beautiful!
And so . . . my early days at Perrine's were forgettable . . . and a little disturbing. But, given the opportunity, it redeemed itself and showed me some of the grandest, most fantastic memories I can ever recall. Life is like that!
If you'd like to visit . . . here's a link (but you should really go in person!)
http://www.klyneesopusmuseum.org/perrinesbridge.html
And, just so there is closure, and a little bit MORE redemption . . . that uncle has been taken to court, on a completely unrelated case, and convicted of pedophelia! So, thanks Perrine's for the magic and the memories. Life is good!
There is a beautiful covered bridge in Esopus, New York called Perrine's Covered Bridge. It is very rustic, beautiful, and quaint. This would be MY history with Perrine's Covered Bridge. As you'll read, a very bad thing happened there . . . but instead of allowing that negative to keep me away from such a stunningly serene spot . . . I remained vigilant in visiting and . . . goodness prevails!
In my early teens, it sure seemed like a million-mile bike ride, but I'm certain it's only a few miles from my Rosendale home. I would ride whatever available bike was around toward New Paltz to Perrine's. It was secluded and just very quiet and allowed for a great amount of thinking and pondering. On one particular trip to Perrine's, I noticed that a car was driving slowly behind me. I really took no interest until it turned down the desolate road toward Perrine's shortly after I did. I jumped off my bike and walked to mid-bridge hoping to see the car drive by. To my shock, I instead heard a car door close. My heart was racing; thumping so loud I could barely hear the water flowing beneath me. As I searched the shadows to see who might emerge, I almost laughed at myself when I saw my uncle sauntering my way. Hugs were exchanged and we chatted for a little bit. He told me he thought it was a little dangerous for me to be so far from home, in such an obscure place. I assured him I was fine and that I visited all the time. And then . . . bad things happened. My uncle . . . my mom's brother . . . tried to do things to me I still have blocked out a little bit. It was a very ugly time that seemed to last for hours. I'm sure it was only minutes, but by the time I was able to kick and fight myself away from him, I was on my bike and home before I remembered anything else. I told my mom who said, "I'm sure you misunderstood his actions." Other aunts and uncles said the same. No one believed me and I was devastated.
A few years later, having survived that hurdle and put it my rear view, and much less frequently visiting Perrine's, I found myself there with my first boyfriend. He had packed us a picnic, complete with blanket and sodas and grapes and all that jive. He was unaware of my past experience there, but I followed him across that bridge . . . and boy, do I mean that in a very multi-faceted way! We laughed, we talked, we ate, we drank, we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves and old memories were being stripped away. We then shared something much more intimate beyond Perrine's. It was perfect! Until, of course, laying curled within each others arms he happend to notice yelling and honking and realized that we were visible from the New York State THRUWAY!!! We laughed so hard we cried. It was truly the beginning of a much better historical period of Perrine's!
A few months alter, the boyfriend and I returned with his 'band of brothers,' . . . the Fab Four! We had brought steaks and beer this time and we were going to grill out at the picnic area just beyond the bridge. We hauled everything over the river, cracked a few brews, started the nonsense we always did and began grilling. Not until the steaks were done and we were all salivating like wild hyenas did anyone realize we forgot to bring utensils. Again, the laughter ensued. And, in true Fab Four Plus One fashion, we improvised. We, like animals, ate with our bare hands! About an hour later, beers drained, we all stumbled into the diner in New Paltz with steak juice covering our hands and dripping from our elbows. Our faces were covered with bits of meat and we truly must have been a sight. We got a lot of stares from lots of folks . . . but, oh, there was laughter . . . and incredible memories.
Moving on a few years, boyfriend's gone, but I am now with the Ulster County Tom Cruise! THE guy that every girl wanted to simply stand next to in high school and, if the Lord was smiling down on you, this young man might even speak to you! Can't even really remember how I came to be out with him, but . . . for those of you who know who I am talking about . . . who cares! And . . . guess where he decided to park his vehicle? Perrine's Covered Bridge! At evening's end, although not much more occurred, my neck looked like he actually tried to chew off my head. It was glorious. I had tangible proof that not only did he talk to me . . . he gave me hickies!!! Of course, I had to tell my mom that I had a fight with my curling iron . . . and it won . . . but I knew better! And it was beautiful!
And so . . . my early days at Perrine's were forgettable . . . and a little disturbing. But, given the opportunity, it redeemed itself and showed me some of the grandest, most fantastic memories I can ever recall. Life is like that!
If you'd like to visit . . . here's a link (but you should really go in person!)
http://www.klyneesopusmuseum.org/perrinesbridge.html
And, just so there is closure, and a little bit MORE redemption . . . that uncle has been taken to court, on a completely unrelated case, and convicted of pedophelia! So, thanks Perrine's for the magic and the memories. Life is good!
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Move Mountains . . . or Break China
I have previously been referred to as the 'bull in the china shop.' I did take ballet for seven years or so, but I'm just much more comfortable with pounding the floor mats, throwing the pigskin, lifting weights and getting sweaty. It's just who I am.
Recently, I have been tasked with what I take to heart as a tremendous responsibility. I've never been one to step into a spotlight role or take the reigns on projects. I will do absolutely every OTHER job for a project, but I just don't want to stand up with the weight of the world (or so it seems) upon my meaty little shoulders. Be that as it may, I am now in the very place I didn't want to be. However . . . in my usual finesse and style (that was tremendously sarcastic) . . . I just put on my helmet, lower my head, and plow on through.
If I don't know the answer, I will ask questions. If I can't find a willing participant, I will roll up my sleeves and do it myself. If I am terribly unsure of the proper steps to take next . . . I become the 'bull in the china shop.' I may do stuff wrong. I will absolutely make mistakes. I may even break a few items. I will more than likely say something that offends somebody somewhere. But, rest assured, I will reach the end goal and it will be profitable and positive.
I never promised that what I do or say would be pretty or perfect, but by my passions and through my persistence, I will accomplish what I set out to do. I am buoyed by knowing I've surrounded myself with confident, helpful, positive folks. I can somewhat relax in knowing that there are those that have gone before me who may have stumbled also. I find solace in special people who may not always be readily available, but am certain they are there for me. And, most importantly, I know that what I'm doing is for the children . . . those who are too small, too weak, too sick, too voiceless to help themselves. I know our collective efforts DO make a difference . . . and THAT is drive enough for me to move mountains . . .
Or break china!
Recently, I have been tasked with what I take to heart as a tremendous responsibility. I've never been one to step into a spotlight role or take the reigns on projects. I will do absolutely every OTHER job for a project, but I just don't want to stand up with the weight of the world (or so it seems) upon my meaty little shoulders. Be that as it may, I am now in the very place I didn't want to be. However . . . in my usual finesse and style (that was tremendously sarcastic) . . . I just put on my helmet, lower my head, and plow on through.
If I don't know the answer, I will ask questions. If I can't find a willing participant, I will roll up my sleeves and do it myself. If I am terribly unsure of the proper steps to take next . . . I become the 'bull in the china shop.' I may do stuff wrong. I will absolutely make mistakes. I may even break a few items. I will more than likely say something that offends somebody somewhere. But, rest assured, I will reach the end goal and it will be profitable and positive.
I never promised that what I do or say would be pretty or perfect, but by my passions and through my persistence, I will accomplish what I set out to do. I am buoyed by knowing I've surrounded myself with confident, helpful, positive folks. I can somewhat relax in knowing that there are those that have gone before me who may have stumbled also. I find solace in special people who may not always be readily available, but am certain they are there for me. And, most importantly, I know that what I'm doing is for the children . . . those who are too small, too weak, too sick, too voiceless to help themselves. I know our collective efforts DO make a difference . . . and THAT is drive enough for me to move mountains . . .
Or break china!
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Ride the Wave . . .
Yesterday, amidst about a gazillion errands and things to get done, I spoke with an incredibly dear and sweet friend. She was in a tizzy about mixed emotions. We were conspiring on a project together and she sent me some parts and when I emailed her back, she noticed my blog link on my email. She emailed me back immediately and told me that what she read there was precisely what she needed to hear. She said she was thrilled to have found my writings and would be following me from now on.
Besides being a tad bit humbled, I was eagerly overjoyed to assist. THAT, in a nutshell, is precisely WHY I write. If only to touch one heart a day . . . my job is done! Emotions are a tricky task to tackle. I, myself, am the proverbial emotional train wreck! On any given day, I am laughing so hard my cheeks hurt to crying at the stupid news to anxiety and worry over ill or bothered friends. Keeping your emotions in check in next to impossible, but . . . "Life without emotion is like an engine without fuel." (Mary Astor). Let me tell ya . . . I could be the new clean energy source for the entire US.
Writing is an outlet for me. It is soothing, peaceful, and an opportunity to spread a good word. I try my very hardest not to write negative things here, no matter the state of my days. I am certain that no matter the disarray of my situation; there is some tiny bit of fabulousness just waiting to pop its little head up and bare itself. So . . . to my loving friend from yesterday . . . know that to feel emotion is a wonderful and powerful thing. To try to harness it is futile and fruitless. Ride the wave . . . see where it takes you. If nothing else, you've exhausted your worries, your tears, and your anxieties. And who knows, you may land in a much better place!
Ride the wave . . .
Besides being a tad bit humbled, I was eagerly overjoyed to assist. THAT, in a nutshell, is precisely WHY I write. If only to touch one heart a day . . . my job is done! Emotions are a tricky task to tackle. I, myself, am the proverbial emotional train wreck! On any given day, I am laughing so hard my cheeks hurt to crying at the stupid news to anxiety and worry over ill or bothered friends. Keeping your emotions in check in next to impossible, but . . . "Life without emotion is like an engine without fuel." (Mary Astor). Let me tell ya . . . I could be the new clean energy source for the entire US.
Writing is an outlet for me. It is soothing, peaceful, and an opportunity to spread a good word. I try my very hardest not to write negative things here, no matter the state of my days. I am certain that no matter the disarray of my situation; there is some tiny bit of fabulousness just waiting to pop its little head up and bare itself. So . . . to my loving friend from yesterday . . . know that to feel emotion is a wonderful and powerful thing. To try to harness it is futile and fruitless. Ride the wave . . . see where it takes you. If nothing else, you've exhausted your worries, your tears, and your anxieties. And who knows, you may land in a much better place!
Ride the wave . . .
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Allowance
I have been trying to make the best of grief
and am just beginning to learn to allow it to make the best of me.
~ Barbara Lazear Ascher
I must be feeling like I need profound guidance as of late. I keep running into quotes that just are screaming to me that I ought to be sharing them and listening to them.
I recently got two emails, both from folks who I deem to be eternally positive. Neither of these emails was remotely happy. It made my heart sad. To think that these overtly optimistic folks had caved in the face of trials and tribulations, made me want to don my little suit of perk-em-up armor and head off to battle. And then . . . I found this quote staring me directly in the kisser!
I do not know the depth of your obstacles today. I do not know your pains or your problems. I am unaware of your hurts, your hardships, or your hassles . . . but I am your friend. And, as your friend, I beg of you to read the above quote again. Its message is extremely powerful! There is a reason you are exactly where you are today. There is a purpose to your pains and your problems. The obstacles you are facing are in your way for a lesson.
Let your trials mold you into something stronger; something better; something more prepared for your future. You, in my eyes, can do anything. You are amazing and powerful. You are dedicated and determined and you will overcome whatever stands in your way and be better for this. Be forged in the fate of misfortune and become an even bigger and better beacon to those around you!
Much love to you!
and am just beginning to learn to allow it to make the best of me.
~ Barbara Lazear Ascher
I must be feeling like I need profound guidance as of late. I keep running into quotes that just are screaming to me that I ought to be sharing them and listening to them.
I recently got two emails, both from folks who I deem to be eternally positive. Neither of these emails was remotely happy. It made my heart sad. To think that these overtly optimistic folks had caved in the face of trials and tribulations, made me want to don my little suit of perk-em-up armor and head off to battle. And then . . . I found this quote staring me directly in the kisser!
I do not know the depth of your obstacles today. I do not know your pains or your problems. I am unaware of your hurts, your hardships, or your hassles . . . but I am your friend. And, as your friend, I beg of you to read the above quote again. Its message is extremely powerful! There is a reason you are exactly where you are today. There is a purpose to your pains and your problems. The obstacles you are facing are in your way for a lesson.
Let your trials mold you into something stronger; something better; something more prepared for your future. You, in my eyes, can do anything. You are amazing and powerful. You are dedicated and determined and you will overcome whatever stands in your way and be better for this. Be forged in the fate of misfortune and become an even bigger and better beacon to those around you!
Much love to you!
Monday, October 3, 2011
Come the distance . . .
Ah . . . time for a Ch-Angel!
This Ch-Angel came into this world in a crazy way and has just taken his little corner by storm. My son, Miles, was due in February. Hubby had taken time off to help with Deanna around that time but after a visit to the doc, we were told it would be a good two weeks before we'd be dealing with any newborns. So, hubby picked up a shift at the store he worked at, an hour away from home. I, along with Deanna, went about my day. Shortly after lunch, there was cramping and within a few hours, I was seriously concered. My neighbor from across the street requested I call with any needs. I grabbed the phone and dialed while looking out the window. I breathed. As it rang, I watched her load her family in her car and head out of the driveway. Hmmmmm. I breathed. I tried my other helpful neighbor, who replied, "We're in the middle of dinner. Can ya call back?" So . . . I waited. I contemplated 911. I breathed. I called them back about 15 minutes later and Kitty answered. "Hey, Kitty. I hope you're done with dinner, I think I might need a ride to the hospital." She freaked out. She started yelling at me, "Why didn't you say so?" Then began barking orders at her family and within moments they converged on my home. Glenn shut the garage door on his truck so it would close as we pulled out. Their two kids sat wide-eyed in the back of the van as I climbed in with Deanna onto the entire back bucket seat covered with blankets and towels. We took the suicide lane all the way to the hospital and Kitty stayed with me throughout. Such excitement.
The chord was around his neck, his heart rate slowed with every contraction, and when he was finally born they whisked him away to ensure his health. I never got to see him. About an hour later, hubby showed up screaming about his wife in labor at the ladies at registration. He came in quickly, kissed me every so gently, and left to go see his son. It was a very long time before I got to hold my Miles. It was very much worth it! Vic brought Deanna the next day and one of my favorite memories is this tiny 20-month old girld holding her infant brother. Priceless!!!
Ten months later, we were back at that hospital. I was laying with Miles in an infant-sized bed with a mister going constantly because he had a horrible case of Croup - in the top 3% the doc said. My Miles always strives to be the best! Ugh! That lasted for a nearly a week, but we were blessed to be able to come home for Christmas.
Eight years later, we were back in a hospital, this time All Children's, being diagnosed with a rare life-threatening auto-immune disease. Rough patch, to say the least! Six years later, Miles was officially discharged as a patient with his disease being in remission with very little chance of coming back.
Throughout all those many years, there were tears (of course), but this Ch-Angel of mine shone bright the whole time. His smile and feisty personality won the hearts of many folks. His positive attitude and persistence magnified the masses. My "Miles-A-Minute," who only faultered for a brief while, is a brilliant, beaming human being with generosity, kindness, intelligence, and charisma beyond most anyone I know. He inspires me. He makes me laugh. He continues to make me cry, but they are mostly happy tears, and that's just a mom thing. He gives back eagerly and in abundance. He is focused, determined, and philanthropic beyond his years. I am proud of his tenacity and tenderness; his prowess and patience; his leadership and loyalty to the things he truly believes in. I cannot wait to see all the wonderful things that he will accomplish in his life.
Miles. Having come the distance, he's definitely a Ch-Angel worth knowing!
This Ch-Angel came into this world in a crazy way and has just taken his little corner by storm. My son, Miles, was due in February. Hubby had taken time off to help with Deanna around that time but after a visit to the doc, we were told it would be a good two weeks before we'd be dealing with any newborns. So, hubby picked up a shift at the store he worked at, an hour away from home. I, along with Deanna, went about my day. Shortly after lunch, there was cramping and within a few hours, I was seriously concered. My neighbor from across the street requested I call with any needs. I grabbed the phone and dialed while looking out the window. I breathed. As it rang, I watched her load her family in her car and head out of the driveway. Hmmmmm. I breathed. I tried my other helpful neighbor, who replied, "We're in the middle of dinner. Can ya call back?" So . . . I waited. I contemplated 911. I breathed. I called them back about 15 minutes later and Kitty answered. "Hey, Kitty. I hope you're done with dinner, I think I might need a ride to the hospital." She freaked out. She started yelling at me, "Why didn't you say so?" Then began barking orders at her family and within moments they converged on my home. Glenn shut the garage door on his truck so it would close as we pulled out. Their two kids sat wide-eyed in the back of the van as I climbed in with Deanna onto the entire back bucket seat covered with blankets and towels. We took the suicide lane all the way to the hospital and Kitty stayed with me throughout. Such excitement.
The chord was around his neck, his heart rate slowed with every contraction, and when he was finally born they whisked him away to ensure his health. I never got to see him. About an hour later, hubby showed up screaming about his wife in labor at the ladies at registration. He came in quickly, kissed me every so gently, and left to go see his son. It was a very long time before I got to hold my Miles. It was very much worth it! Vic brought Deanna the next day and one of my favorite memories is this tiny 20-month old girld holding her infant brother. Priceless!!!
Ten months later, we were back at that hospital. I was laying with Miles in an infant-sized bed with a mister going constantly because he had a horrible case of Croup - in the top 3% the doc said. My Miles always strives to be the best! Ugh! That lasted for a nearly a week, but we were blessed to be able to come home for Christmas.
Eight years later, we were back in a hospital, this time All Children's, being diagnosed with a rare life-threatening auto-immune disease. Rough patch, to say the least! Six years later, Miles was officially discharged as a patient with his disease being in remission with very little chance of coming back.
Throughout all those many years, there were tears (of course), but this Ch-Angel of mine shone bright the whole time. His smile and feisty personality won the hearts of many folks. His positive attitude and persistence magnified the masses. My "Miles-A-Minute," who only faultered for a brief while, is a brilliant, beaming human being with generosity, kindness, intelligence, and charisma beyond most anyone I know. He inspires me. He makes me laugh. He continues to make me cry, but they are mostly happy tears, and that's just a mom thing. He gives back eagerly and in abundance. He is focused, determined, and philanthropic beyond his years. I am proud of his tenacity and tenderness; his prowess and patience; his leadership and loyalty to the things he truly believes in. I cannot wait to see all the wonderful things that he will accomplish in his life.
Miles. Having come the distance, he's definitely a Ch-Angel worth knowing!
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Solid!
Nobody can make you feel inferior without your consent. ~ Eleanor Roosevelt
I adore this concept. There will forever be people who disagree with you, speak out against you, fear or are jealous of you, and those people will inevitably do some pretty mean things to make that point. Others may question you and your intent because of falsehoods and gossip. When you walk the walk, and talk the talk, maintain a constant honesty and goodness . . . none of that will matter. You cannot force folks to believe certain things. You can only lead by example and be the best you there is. Inferiority is not an option, unless you give it roots.
Whether you think you can or think you can't - you are right. ~ Henry Ford
This is Norman Vincent Peale speak! Garbage in . . . garbage out! What bad you believe to be true; will almost always become true because, like inferiority, you've given it a nest and a place to take root. When you give yourself goals, obligations, passion, and a purpose . . . you will follow them. You will surprise yourself by rising to meet those challenges, fulfill those obligations, fan that passion; and succeed. Believe that you can!
God wisely designed the human body so that we can neither pat our own backs nor kick ourselves too easily. ~ Author Unknown
Love this! And I live by it! If your good deeds are preceded by how you'll profit from them . . . they cease to be good deeds. To self-defecate is to break the first rule here. Giving freely of yourself and your time comes more easily than one might imagine; and the blessings that come from that giving are ten-fold that of the efforts put forth! Do not hinder yourself with hurting yourself. It's unproductive!
And so . . . in closing . . . put it all together and . . .
If one advances confidently in the direction of one's dreams, and endeavors to live the life which one has imagined, one will meet with a success unexpected in common hours. ~ Henry David Thoreau
I adore this concept. There will forever be people who disagree with you, speak out against you, fear or are jealous of you, and those people will inevitably do some pretty mean things to make that point. Others may question you and your intent because of falsehoods and gossip. When you walk the walk, and talk the talk, maintain a constant honesty and goodness . . . none of that will matter. You cannot force folks to believe certain things. You can only lead by example and be the best you there is. Inferiority is not an option, unless you give it roots.
Whether you think you can or think you can't - you are right. ~ Henry Ford
This is Norman Vincent Peale speak! Garbage in . . . garbage out! What bad you believe to be true; will almost always become true because, like inferiority, you've given it a nest and a place to take root. When you give yourself goals, obligations, passion, and a purpose . . . you will follow them. You will surprise yourself by rising to meet those challenges, fulfill those obligations, fan that passion; and succeed. Believe that you can!
God wisely designed the human body so that we can neither pat our own backs nor kick ourselves too easily. ~ Author Unknown
Love this! And I live by it! If your good deeds are preceded by how you'll profit from them . . . they cease to be good deeds. To self-defecate is to break the first rule here. Giving freely of yourself and your time comes more easily than one might imagine; and the blessings that come from that giving are ten-fold that of the efforts put forth! Do not hinder yourself with hurting yourself. It's unproductive!
And so . . . in closing . . . put it all together and . . .
If one advances confidently in the direction of one's dreams, and endeavors to live the life which one has imagined, one will meet with a success unexpected in common hours. ~ Henry David Thoreau
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