Years Passing By…

October 26, 2015

A conversation with a stranger put the mind to thinking. Under ten years ago the location was one of clean mountains and fresh air. Was there hope, yes. Today, hope is different. Mountains  aren’t as plentiful, but that’s alright for now. Most important is being where one lives. Not only in body, but in mind and spirit as well. When living inside your head there is so much lost time in the real world. Looking upon the landscape one tends to see what’s missing. The” if only’s” add up to great figures in the ledger. The debits far outweigh the assets. Simple daily routines can be comforting. Predictability is not boring if done with a right attitude. This is an acquired skill in some of us. Life is fleeting even if it gives you 100 years of full capacity living.

Getting outside of one’s thoughts and into the surrounding world in which you live can give a sense of purpose. Raking leaves in Fall, smelling the fresh snow if you happen to have it in your geographic area, simply looking out to the vast skies when stars wink and blink at you from the dark shaded covering can give you a sense of belonging. Right here. Right now. Go forth and LIVE.

Hi dee Friday…

October 23, 2015

Glad you are here. It’s rainy, cool, and Fall with a touch of cozy. The grass naps quietly in the yard, hints of green still peeking through since the blanket of winter has yet to cover the little blades who insist on trying to wriggle out from the past week of warm temperatures. This time of year brings a delight to one’s nose when leaves are burned and bon fires mix with marshmallows and hot dogs. The quietness of outside broken by orange bright wood, conversation, and packages rustling to quell the appetites that nature brings to life in the evening time among family and friends.

It brings rest to mind and body.

As the South says, “Happy Fall, Ya’ll”.

Thinking + ACTION = Results

Purposeful Thursday…

October 15, 2015

This morning upon waking I glanced around the gray infused early light, my thoughts wanting to boil over like a big pot of soup. Last night before retiring, I wrote down a couple things to do this morning, along with a short sentence using one positive word for today. I glanced at the sentence after I allowed myself to delve into thinking for a few minutes and started my day. I fixed a breakfast of leftover potato soup and some unsweetened apple sauce and walked out on the sunny back patio. Setting the timer for fifteen minutes I ate in silence. Afterwards I got up and stood in each of the four corners of the patio and took in the warm rays and listened to the birds over the faint traffic sounds. I then said two sentences (two words from two days ) with my words: I’m grateful to you God. Thank you God.

Picking up the empty containers and a couple more things on the table, I walked inside to start the dishwasher and household chores. Sometimes it is good to not think. Simply be and express positive output to the Creator.

I am ready for the day.

Tuesday Musings….

October 7, 2015

Watched yet another ‘tribute’ to someone’s father. I see this all the time. Videos are rampant on the internet with this sort of thing. Whether relatives, lovers, pets, etc., I find myself increasingly annoyed. It’s always the same thing. Panning across the faces of those watching…the sad mopey looks, the tears, the …whatever else. Yep. In a bad mood today. The more I see expressions of ‘love’, the more I detest them.

There is nothing wrong with it, except to me it has become the presentation instead of the actual thing. What happens if you don’t own a video camera, or phone or computer? Then what? All you have are perhaps things in your mind and heart that showed love. Asking someone did they want something to eat when you KNEW they didn’t feel like cooking for themselves. Or better…not saying anything and simply preparing them a light snack and bringing it to them silently. What about making sure there is enough groceries in the house, or cleaning the bathtub…or commode without being asked. Floors…getting swept and mopped. A flower (weed) getting picked by your small child, that you put into a tiny glass on the windowsill where the sun smiles on it. These things are also love. At least kindness…

Today there are so many ‘stars’ you can’t see the tiny light from someone’s eyes when you do a small gesture for them. Everything does not need to be captured on video to be meaningful. Have fun with them…just don’t make them to be the main source of ‘love’. Day by day by day…THAT is love.