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 Hi. I’m a bunny… ( 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 )

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No bunnies (or other animals 😉 ) were harmed.

Blessings… 😀

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Before I ever post anything, I think and rethink what I will say, how it will sound. Many times I trash my posts or put them in a folder that says “Do not post.” I try to make a conscious effort not to hurt people’s feelings. I take into account that I am different than so many people and should not feel hurt that someone doesn’t see the same way I do.

 

I used to think I just walked to the beat of a different drummer—well, I do. But, I also try to bridge the gap. I have tried to do this more so lately. Deep down there is this person who really cares about each person on earth but there is also a person who wants to say, “Hey, I can have an opinion, too.” When someone calls me out on things, I feel like I did something wrong but that is exactly what I have been trying to say for so long—that we are entitled to be wrong and maybe “wrong” isn’t so wrong after all.

 

Ok, I have to make some changes to the rules or at least post them. I love to have open discussion about things but I will not “do” confrontation unless I feel that it is important—there is a purpose. I do not want to become an opposition to anyone. If I feel that there is a comment that is trying to stir something up, I have in the past allowed the comment and would not respond. I thought that was fair but now, I will reserve the right to post comments under these guidelines:

 

  • Number 1:  Comments are accepted at my discretion. If I feel a comment does not add to the post or conversation—if I believe it will make matters worse—I will not approve the comment. My sincere apologies but it is my blog. 
  • Number 2:  If I say something that sounds offensive, you are free to let me know. I welcome constructive criticism but understand this is my blog.
  • Number 3:  I tend to be very opinionated so this journey I have been on has been a challenge at times. Try biting your tongue or biting your lips most of the day. Sometimes, like now, an opinion not well accepted by mainstream will get through. Apologies. It’s my blog.

 

Is that everything? No. I tend to apologize for things—too much—things that are not under my control. It is my overactive empathy gene. I realize other people need to take some responsibility, too. You may ask why I am addressing this now. This is what happens when I post something not so comfy for others. Now, you will ask where did I go “wrong?”

 

The last post was a fabulous reblog on love so you know it would not be questioned and then there was the 2 part LOVE post. Another one was against hatred (which is really about love). Then there was the one about the duck and the pond which is perspective (how we see things), 2 St Patrick’s Day posts, and one on how we treat others (love). Do you see a theme here?

 

Love is my mainstay. It is what keeps me going. It is my journey. I will, I hope, for as long as I draw breath try to bridge the gap in places that are calling for hate. I will do my best to avoid confrontation but I have been around the block a few times—I will not lie down and be run over. I am not perfect but I know a lot of ways to screw up and I can at least relay something about them. 😀

 

Now then, I want to get back to blogging a lot more and having fun. I know I will say things people will not agree with but hey… Life is valuable and I really don’t have a lot of time to waste.

 

Blessings… 😀

 

 

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Good News

Wow…this is in my opinion one of Audrey’s best but who am I? It sings without the notes!!! I love it! I hope you love it too! 🙂 Gosh… Have a great day!

Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister

My news for you
On this morning’s dew
Reality is, I understand
They didn’t offer you love
Did they?
You weren’t given the chance
Were you?
Did they leave
Work too much
Forget you existed
Left you on the side of the street
Those are all possibilities
I’m here
I’ve been there
Not to each place
Probably not yours
Yet, I understand
Feelings of abandonment
Each one of ours different
Can you allow me to remind
They may have never offered
But somewhere inside
They love you
Somehow they do
You felt it inside
Or you wouldn’t be here
You’re not dead
You’re alive
Don’t discount them
Over three words
Although not uttered
Maybe felt instead
By the most primal of sorts
If your pain is found in a deeper well
I’ll simply hold you
If you’d like just sit near
Please listen
Bring all of you
Come closer
I…

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*  Dungeon Prompts — Season 2, Week 12:  “What Does Love Look Like?”

 

Love is making someone’s face light up—to give them what makes them happy no matter who it is. Love is a child who plucks a dandelion from the yard to give to his mom. To see Mom’s face become so electrified as if she has received all of the treasures in the world. Love is romance, young and fresh experiences. Love is all of this and so much more.

 

Love is answering the phone at 3 am to hear a friend cry her eyes out one more time. Love is standing so someone may have a seat. Love is seeing a person walking down the street and offering him a ride. It is willingness to help someone when they are in need. It is doing things for a neighbor and never saying anything about it—she may never know or acknowledge and she may talk bad of you. Love is stopping in busy traffic to pull an old man out of a ditch who has fallen off his lawn tractor, checking to see if he is ok—and worrying about his well-being later on. It is observing a child as she is fascinated with a small pill bug. It is watching the wonder in her eyes.

 

Love is this and more. Love is giving to others and asking for nothing in return. It is not only a feeling but a state of consciousness…a state of being. It is commitment to oneself and to one another. And, it is never selfish.

 

Love is sacrifice and willingness to share even when the pantry is almost empty. Love is a mother who gives up her food so her child will thrive. Love is taking care of a family member and giving until it hurts. It is when her husband comes home to relieve her so she might get a few hours of sleep. Love is risking everything so family will be safe.

 

Love is asking a friend to drive her to see her daughter because the daughter has been rushed to the emergency room. And, love is no hesitation in answering or doing so. Love is being taken advantage of, hurt beyond belief, and then trying to save that friendship never pointing out what happened. Love is willingness to be a sacrifice, to stand up and let people mock and hurt…and not to retaliate—to continue to show love the best she can.

 

Love is seeing someone, to smile at them—even beaming brightly—hugging the person so tightly I don’t want to let go. Love is that spark in the hug you feel when you truly connect—truly hug. Love is the willingness to step in the shoes of others and walk—to see from their eyes. Love is making no judgment, no assessment that divides. Love is seeing us all the same and willing to risk reputation so others can see, too. Love is willingness to stand in the gap even if it means she loses everything.

 

Love is letting go of the husband she dearly loved for so long so he can be free to lead his life and be a father to the child he brought into the world without her. Conversely, love is a man who cares for his wife after 50 years of marriage, combs her hair, feeds her, tending to her every need without registering a complaint—wanting to do more.  (Deep breath.)

 

Love… (smile) Love is reassuring someone that you are there for them when they receive bad news. It is giving a smile to someone waiting in the doctor’s office, or in the checkout line, and to the person who just cut me off in traffic. It is restraint—holding back and not saying things that will hurt the other or to polarize one another more than I have already. Love is refusal to argue when there is nothing to debate. It is looking deep within myself and asking what prejudices I have that prevent me from accepting someone…and overcoming these obstacles. Love is giving a hand and not asking for it back.

 

This is how love looks to me–the true face of love. It is not so much passion as it is respect and commitment. Love has many faces but love is peace. Many of us chase what we think is love most of our lives taking a glimpse back every so often to see how close we come. Love…it’s a gift and it is giving…forgetting ourselves for one another. Love is grace. 🙂

 

Video from part 1 but from youtube. I love it! I LOVE IT! 😀 

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Thanks, Sreejit! (link) 😀

Blessings to all… 🙂

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*  Dungeon Prompts — Season 2, Week 12:  “What Does Love Look Like?”

 

This is LOVE 😀  (watch their expressions):

 

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This is what love means to me—pure and simple. And…a heart that allows one to cry at this video. 😉

 

I had the blog post ready to go and then discovered this video that I believe explains it all however the words are in part 2 (link).

 

Thanks to Sreejit for this prompt. Visit him at his blog (link) to read more blog posts on this subject and more of his talents.

I discovered this video through Shelly. Visit her at her blog (link). She is a member of Rest Ministries/Hope Keepers for the Chronically Ill (link) and writes wonderful devotions.

 

Blessings to all… 🙂

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Time to write about a certain “faction” (for lack of a better term) within the US–only a shadowy glimpse. A certain lawyer turned preacher has passed away or that is what I understand. From my perspective, he was very bigoted and hateful which seems to be the most ironic thing coming from someone who professed to be Christian. I am trying not to find fault but it is very difficult.

 

There are people who have steered away from any religion—all faiths—because of the words from this man–so much pain he and his followers have inflicted—so many bad seeds they have planted. I was shocked to see how proud they were of themselves for doing such–pride in telling people that God hates us. If this man was trying to bring “justice” to the world, he succeeded in ways I don’t believe he meant to. But if he was trying to further Christianity or his beliefs, I believe he failed. Rather ironic in several ways.

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My heart hurts not just for what he did but more of what he could have done—good things—but he abused his leadership—his power. I want to scream! I must grab myself before I let the hate consume me. Hate grows and it feeds—it consumes everything in its path. We can control it but we choose to feed the beast—well, often times we do.

 

I think he narrowed my focus and helped me to see that we cannot judge others—really judge. We have—HAVE—to extend a hand and not shout from the sidewalks. We can’t think of ourselves as perfect and believe we are the only right things in life. We should be willing to stand with a brother or sister, ALL of them and not say no because we believe they are “unclean.”

 

We can choose to help others or we can choose to hinder. I have this belief that if we begin to show kindness all of the time then the hate has less food to eat and will wither from starvation.

 

How would you want to be treated? Whatever your faith or religion, or absence of, no one deserves to be treated with lack of respect. We need to quit being hateful…even to those who spread hate. 🙂 Hugs…

 

Blessings… 😀

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Let me see if I can remember…There once was this duck flying along one day. I forget the height he was flying but he was headed for a frozen pond. His decent angle—if I remember correctly—was 45 degrees. There were some other statistics given…air temperature…below freezing. I don’t remember how fast he flying but he was traveling at a pretty decent clip. The question was, “What happens to the duck?”

 

This was physics class and this was a test. I thought I had gone crazy with this type of problem but it was given to us because the class was not thinking—we were not looking at the complete picture for word problems. We were instead learning formulas and plugging in values to find the unknown. In real life, the unknown can be several things and to solve problems, one needs to know the questions to ask. This problem was more of logic than calculations. In fact, the answer was not a number but a sentence describing what happened to the duck. It was one of those defining moments in life–one where the light switch turns on or stays off. (cough-cough)

 

I remember everyone missed the problem except one person. I was really good at physics but not this time. Logic back then was not my strong suit. I could not see it. It is like a 3-D puzzle on 2-D media (think Escher if you know he was–see below). You have to look at it in the right way, in the right perspective, from the right distance and correct angle.

 

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I didn’t discover Escher until graduate geometry. I’m glad I did. We gather pieces along the way to put in our puzzles. Link to work by Escher: 

http://www.mcescher.com/gallery/impossible-constructions/waterfall/

 

You have to be willing to open your mind to possibilities. That’s the key to problem solving. Sometimes you have to think about the tree falling in the forest…does it make a sound if no one is there? 😀 Sometimes it takes all of your life for things to click and make sense. For some—it never happens.

 

What happens to the duck? Does it matter? Does the tree make a noise 😉 ? See. We want concrete facts–absolutes–no variants. We want it to make sense. We don’t like it when it is open ended.

Blessings…

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