do not wash out dog dishes,  do not think to throw paper plates upside down in the trash so the food is not open-faced for the next person to view the remains. They will always manage to take something new and turn it into a used object that sees less time than perhaps it could have with a bit of care.  There are those who will lick their fingers while making cookies each time they spoon dough onto the cookie sheet and laugh at other people’s misfortune of being adopted and raised by people who did nothing to teach them manners and restraint, who look at others as less than and do not want some to gain in material goods because to do so puts them ill at ease with themselves in some manner.

There are also people who cancel out all things above, practicing neatness, manners, and good will in these and other areas. 

Hope is still alive.  

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Warm Coats…

January 5, 2017

Were a given in childhood. Having no car we walked everywhere we went except for the occasional bus or taxicab ride…and whenever we rode with relatives. 

This year my ‘nice’ coat is being used. The coat was purchased six to eight years back and barely worn. I slipped it on one day and realized that it was a reminder of when my mother, sibling, and I traveled to and fro in our walkabout lives of yesteryear. A pretty fuchsia color with three large black buttons, it covers me well from the cold and wind as I make my way across parking lots from my car to varied buildings and purposes. As a child/teen, our coats were bought by Mama. J.C. Penney’s and Sears and Roebuck were the usual stores. Once, my father bought me one from Magic Mart. The only coat he ever purchased for me. I still remember it to this day. Brown with fur (synthetic?) around the collar, enlongated buttons instead of round, with little loops to fasten them.

Mama was the constant of everything in our lives including our coats. 

She made sure they fit and were well made, knowing they would need to shield us from the winter bite. Mittens, gloves, and hats were also purchased with money that she earned. We were a little family with limited resources, but it was never a question whether or not we would be properly attired for the winter. Mama did it. Without a coat drive, without a GoFundMe page, without a newsmedia story, without a sob story to co-workers…she did it with resolve…that came from God…and He ALWAYS MADE A WAY. 

I long for those days. Days of discipline and order. Days when people like my mother knew how to do things and did not relinquish to ‘experts’ on every single aspect of their lives. I long for them more and more. 

My coat keeps me warm…and so do the memories of my mother’s love…not through empty words, but through deeds. 

The End Is Near…

December 26, 2016

and a new year is upon us. The past couple weeks have brought opportunity for the ending of some situations/people that have been in my life for a while. One is no longer there and with it comes an understanding that I cannot go against the nature of people. This  part applies to both people but within different situations. One is still around in a different context…and unless the laws of nature are either kind or cruel, depending upon how you look at it, it is most likely not a lengthy stay. Understanding to let go of what others do and think and let them be who they are has been a light in my soul. It does not mean that I don’t wonder about how or why they think and do what they do. For me it means that it is no longer my self-imposed burden to figure this out. Certainly I ponder, but it is so much easier to let go and just accept that no matter what I think they are within their own world and that is the only place they can be. We are all in the same boat. Going through life in our appointed times and plans until we are taken into the next realm. No one walks the same path. Someone told me  that we must all follow our own path…and I think they are right. We cannot follow another one, as I truly believe it is all laid out. Both time and chance happen, as the Bible states, but…we are mortals and the time and chance is that which God has ordained and knows about from the beginning. It is we who see through a glass darkly, not Him. We are as He has made us. Some will disagree with me on this and that is your own business to do so, but the Scriptures point this out from what I’ve read, but as I always say, search them for yourself. 

These things have put me on a new course for the coming year. Seeing what things lie in store for me in this season of my life. Knowing that it is not a selfish thing to do so, because I am really all I have in terms of my life. No one, no matter how much I love them can do anything for me to the point of figuring our my life. It is a personal thing. Many years I allowed myself to be tossed to and fro from the opinions and expectations of others. When I realized what had happened it was too late. For my youth. Not all things were bad, but oh how much gain would I have now in matters if I’d had the confidence to step up and out and do some things I wanted? I’ll never know in this world. And then I think…He knows it all. He made me as I am. I am here today typing these words to let both myself and you know that God is in control. 

 In truth, I have no idea if I would’ve been better off if I had done one thing differently, but I know that it is a strong feeling that God has been with me every step of the way. Through loneliness, anger, despair, unthankful, without faith, and every other emotion and actions that humans have. 

I’m looking ahead now. In hope, in faith, and most of all, knowing that God knows it all, from beginning to end with my life. And I accept that. 

Hoping each one has a safe and Happy New Year.

Fall Thoughts…

October 1, 2016

October is here and the backyard is crunchy. Skies are no longer the light summer hues, but a richer tone of blue and pink in the early morning. Constant reminders of the new season are shown on media and everyone longs for cooler weather. Me…I’m enjoying this season a day at a time. Some days are still warm and a few have teased with the coolness that will soon come to take up residence. The door decoration is an upside down umbrella bursting with fall leaves and sunflowers. Everything in nature sits quietly, like when you first lie down in the comfort of your bed.  Little rabbits still scamper across the yard in early morning darkness, but soon they will be snuggled in their haven to wait for warmer times. This is a time that I like to simply be, taking in colors and smells of the changing landscape. A morning mist over the field close to my house reminds me that I am kin to those ancients of Ireland and Scotland and this is my own version of the moors. The closest one I’ll probably ever see. But it’s in my bones…and in my heart. It’s who I am. Enjoy the season. Live in the season. It will do you good.

Two Days…

August 23, 2016

and I’ll be another year older. Life has been one long day. That is all it can be. We don’t live in weeks, months, or years. Each day we walk this earth  and then it becomes another and so on. Calendars track the time and our bodies change during the long day’s walk. One day we will be gone from here. When I leave it is my hope that it will have been of benefit to someone. Some or one…either is acceptable.

Paper, Rock, Scissors…

April 6, 2016

Mama showed me and my brother how to make a paper cup to drink water when we were very young. Little things keep coming back reminding me that my mother is very much alive through my memories of her. I’m going to make several and give to my grandson, telling him who showed me and let him make some. This will be a way to impart family history and a practical skill as well.

Rock is almost a groundcover in the yard. Toward the back there is a large patch that you can see from my kitchen window. Spring cleaning under the side yard tree revealed assorted ones among the leaves as I diligently filled the bags. I’ve decided to stake a claim here under the shade, armed with my lawn chair, small table, and summer afternoon relaxing.

Scissors work just fine for trimming grass near the patio and against the house. I crouch like a child interested in a dandelion and give a haircut to the green blades. It smells of a scent that no store, theater, television, computer, or museum can truly duplicate. The breeze blowing and the robins inspecting my work help to create a picture perfect landscape of life…one that is real, one that I actually live.

 

Spring is here in all its green attire. The flowing grass sways to the breezes that pick up the swirling remnants of winter leaves, tossing them into the air for their final dance of the year. Birds sing to welcome the dawning of the morn while both new flowers and budding trees smile coyly as you take in bright sunny days that brings one hope.

Hope in the springtime is good for us. Perhaps a new love or maybe the warm sands of some far off vacation for a few days. Something as simple as sitting in the yard and taking in the full sights and smells of a new season are enough for some, me included. It really doesn’t matter just as long as it appeals to you and gives you that sense of newness that we all need in our souls.

New season, new lists to make, new things to do, and yet…

It all repeats itself. We are the ones who wait for it. It comes in its own time, its own way. I’ve found it best to be present. To feel, see, hear, touch, and be fully aware of each season that God grants me so that I don’t forget all the beauty in His creation, of which I am, also. To do otherwise is to shortchange myself and God. And so, on this day I salute the beauty of Spring and all it holds to give us a fresh start from the winter sleep that rested us.

 

 

Pay Attention…

December 4, 2015

 Obey all rules.

The results will be astounding.

 

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”.