There will very rarely be a billboard
with directions on how to proceed.
One must trust in those minute, tiny,
nearly-missed signs that urge you on your way.
Sometimes, you just have to square your shoulders
and push forward.
Trust in the knowledge that
you will weather the storm,
you are worth the journey,
you can overcome whatever is in front of you,
you have talents you never knew,
you are stronger than you can imagine,
you can do this.
Trust . . .
in yourself!
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Tuesday, September 29, 2015
Tell them
A dear and wonderful friend posted something
quite purposeful today.
It was in reference to actually letting people know
that you love and care about them.
We all have a plethora of friends.
We enjoy our time together.
We laugh and chat.
How often, though, do we express our feelings?
Our thankfulness for their existence?
Our appreciation for their kindness?
Our affection for them as human beings?
Today, I challenge you . . .
to express yourself.
To allow yourself to be humbled enough
to share your thoughts,
your admiration,
your adoration,
your real self.
Don't take for granted that people 'know'.
Tell them.
quite purposeful today.
It was in reference to actually letting people know
that you love and care about them.
We all have a plethora of friends.
We enjoy our time together.
We laugh and chat.
How often, though, do we express our feelings?
Our thankfulness for their existence?
Our appreciation for their kindness?
Our affection for them as human beings?
Today, I challenge you . . .
to express yourself.
To allow yourself to be humbled enough
to share your thoughts,
your admiration,
your adoration,
your real self.
Don't take for granted that people 'know'.
Tell them.
Monday, September 28, 2015
Good Neighbor
Today is National Good Neighbor Day.
By small minded folk,
this may be interpreted as to be nice
to the folks who live to your left
the folks who live to your right
and perhaps even the folks who live behind you.
To those whose view is larger . . .
This means EVERY SINGLE HUMAN BEING.
We are all neighbors on this giant whirling ball.
We are all connected and intertwined.
We all can do a little good each day.
We can offer a smile, a hand, a hug, a shoulder,
an ear, or an open heart.
Be a Good Neighbor today.
and every day . . .
By small minded folk,
this may be interpreted as to be nice
to the folks who live to your left
the folks who live to your right
and perhaps even the folks who live behind you.
To those whose view is larger . . .
This means EVERY SINGLE HUMAN BEING.
We are all neighbors on this giant whirling ball.
We are all connected and intertwined.
We all can do a little good each day.
We can offer a smile, a hand, a hug, a shoulder,
an ear, or an open heart.
Be a Good Neighbor today.
and every day . . .
Saturday, September 26, 2015
My Favorite Ch-Angels
My favorite Ch-Angels . . .
Those folks that perk up any day,
no matter how dismal,
no matter how dreary,
no matter your mood,
no matter your madness.
Those folks that just walk with a spring,
speak with a joy,
hug with a purpose,
spread love with their mere existence.
Those folks.
They are my favorite Ch-Angels!
Thank you.
Those folks that perk up any day,
no matter how dismal,
no matter how dreary,
no matter your mood,
no matter your madness.
Those folks that just walk with a spring,
speak with a joy,
hug with a purpose,
spread love with their mere existence.
Those folks.
They are my favorite Ch-Angels!
Thank you.
Friday, September 25, 2015
Peace
Take refuge where it suits you best.
For some, it's the ocean.
For others, the mountains.
I adore an open field.
Or a babbling brook.
Some enjoy the company of others.
Some indulge in music or art or creativity.
Some bask in the glory of getting sweaty and dirty.
Wherever you find yourself most calm
and able to center yourself,
go there.
Find your peace.
For some, it's the ocean.
For others, the mountains.
I adore an open field.
Or a babbling brook.
Some enjoy the company of others.
Some indulge in music or art or creativity.
Some bask in the glory of getting sweaty and dirty.
Wherever you find yourself most calm
and able to center yourself,
go there.
Find your peace.
Thursday, September 24, 2015
My Apologies
As life occasionally will do,
I was handed a curve ball when my computer took a dive.
I was forced to take a few days off.
I checked email via my phone.
I have not put Facebook on my phone mostly because
I'd never again accomplish anything if I did.
So . . . I was forced to breathe.
To sit and reflect.
To clean.
To converse.
To communicate with other humans with my voice.
I highly recommend this to everyone.
Not the having to get a new computer thing.
Just the taking a break thing.
It's quite refreshing.
Back at it though.
Make it a great one!
I was handed a curve ball when my computer took a dive.
I was forced to take a few days off.
I checked email via my phone.
I have not put Facebook on my phone mostly because
I'd never again accomplish anything if I did.
So . . . I was forced to breathe.
To sit and reflect.
To clean.
To converse.
To communicate with other humans with my voice.
I highly recommend this to everyone.
Not the having to get a new computer thing.
Just the taking a break thing.
It's quite refreshing.
Back at it though.
Make it a great one!
Monday, September 21, 2015
Blue
Today, I'll wear my blue,
not for autism - which needs much support;
not for police - who deserves our respect;
but for myositis.
Juvenile Dermatomyositis
is the life-threatening auto-immune disease
that my son was diagnosed with in the 3rd grade.
It attacks the skin and muscles and organs.
There is no cure.
2 in a million are diagnosed.
It is rare.
The path of treatment is different for each child.
We were told maybe two years . . .
we were treated for seven!
But we are a victory!
My son is doing well.
He is healthy and thriving.
We have lost others.
Spread the word.
Raise awareness.
Get your blue on!
not for autism - which needs much support;
not for police - who deserves our respect;
but for myositis.
Juvenile Dermatomyositis
is the life-threatening auto-immune disease
that my son was diagnosed with in the 3rd grade.
It attacks the skin and muscles and organs.
There is no cure.
2 in a million are diagnosed.
It is rare.
The path of treatment is different for each child.
We were told maybe two years . . .
we were treated for seven!
But we are a victory!
My son is doing well.
He is healthy and thriving.
We have lost others.
Spread the word.
Raise awareness.
Get your blue on!
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