Fall Back…

November 5, 2016

The time goes back to God’s time as we in the South say. It leaves you feeling cozy and wanting to be at home when the sun goes into an early sleep. 

Netflix’s “The Crown” is the current show I’m watching at my leisure. Having watched three episodes and being pleased, means I have several more to go within the world of beautiful and cultured things. The dress and formal manners (at least in public) are enough to keep me interested if all goes as I hope. People had dignity and manners for the most part in that era. The problems were there, but the everyday hum of civility kept things in a perspective that we could use today. Real tableware, hairstyles that took some thought, and dress that presented the wearer in a favorable light are all appealing in this shabby world. 

“Philadelphia”, starring John Wayne, Randolph Scott, and Marlene Dietrich is another good one. Actually, I’ll need to see this one in its entirety as it was already on when I turned on the station. Again, the dress and hairstyles were encouraging for those of us who are tired of tee shirts and slovenly clothing. There is nothing wrong with dressing for the situation you are in, but there is something to wonder about when it involves non caring. 

The daily calendar I have on the kitchen windowsill had a most interesting passage . To paraphrase: When looking to your future generation(s), remember that good morals are not hereditary.

Teaching is very important…even then all do not adhere; but if you don’t try, there will be none for certain. The things of today are the result of long term neglect and silence in many areas. 

I sit and watch the shows and think..maybe, just maybe the reason they are shown and are gaining popularity is because we are realizing the fallow ground needs to be plowed, needs to be re-seeded and watered to bring forth a new and thriving crop of people. Those who will stand tall and not let the weeds of corruption and slovenly habits continue to choke out the best we can be here on this earth with whatever time God has given us.

 

 

 

 

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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.

Clear Monday…

July 11, 2016

Not blue skies, but rather mind clutter. Sometimes it is good for one to decide enough is enough. Pity parties are good on a minuscule note, as you can see what you want to change concerning your life. It is not a party to which you want to retain a standing invitation.

You are your best friend. You will never ever have another person travel with you on this earth as closely as yourself. There in the sunshine, rain, cool mornings, lazy afternoons, lunch hours, early morning hours when no one is there…you are.

You are enough. Feel your feelings. Think your thoughts. Love yourself. 

KJV Matthew 22:39… Thou shalt love thy neighbor  AS THYSELF.  

Understand, this is the second commandment that Jesus told to the questioner when asked what the great commandments were. The first being, “Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind. 

On these TWO commandments hang ALL the law and the prophets. 

Notice He said, “thou shalt”, not “thou shouldest” on BOTH of these. 

Go read it for yourself. Think about it. Study it. 

Matthew 22: 36-40

 

 

 

 

 

Happy Father’s Day…

June 19, 2016

Is something I never celebrated with or for my father. All the social media posts, commercials, card displays, sales signs in stores, etc.  is like watching a foreign film with no subtitles. I get the gist of it, but don’t truly relate.

 I offer no sentiments of chiding to love them while they are here because I don’t know your circumstance. It is an individual situation for each person. 

To those who celebrate I say, Happy Father’s Day.

To those who can’t, don’t, won’t, or whatever, I say, Monday is on it’s way as far as I know…

 

 

There is always something that I’m thinking about. Pen and paper consists of my eyes and brain. Thinking is a visual thing, we “think” in pictures. My hands have been busy with everyday tasks but my thoughts are ever present and so they log in seconds and minutes, hours and days, months that lead to years. There are scores of bloggers and I am but one among many. My words are for me and for those that choose to stop in and take a glance. It is not the pursuit of fame nor fortune that makes me write. I write because I enjoy it. Not in the every single day writing law. I just don’t do it. Reading is a part of me and I will write out things that I’m studying on. These things are in my makeup. I ponder and reflect, but it does not find its way out into the world most of the time. It is within the confines of my inner self. Me. I.  .  The part that is mysterious even to the person. 

This evening was a time that my fingers wanted to feel the smooth plastic and hear the rhythmic beat spelling out thoughts within the space of nothingness that I can’t explain, but see via the internet. 

I wonder…I think…I write. 

I hope you enjoy it. 

Thank you for stopping by. 

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.

 

Dear Blog…

March 31, 2016

I had an out-of-the-blue angry moment this morning. Getting into the turn lane to make a left I see a truck coming straight towards me with no blinker on, just right in my path. Slamming my brakes I skidded on wet road from last night’s rain back into the inside lane. In those few seconds the face said everything. A  yeah-I-made-you-move-over, self-satisfied look was spread across his mouth immediately revealing great pleasure in his moment’s work. Older looking and bigger than me was code for Attitude. I’ve seen the identical expression albeit in different venues down through the years.

A couple points to remember:

1. You can win the battle (s) and lose the war.

2. The behavior of people has severely elevated to the level of “heartless”, along with more laws passed to protect such; therefore, the saying, “You can’t legislate morality; you have to change the heart first”, is in essence true.

So, to you Mr. Smiley, I say, grin on. Someday you may be crying and blubbering quite earnestly ( in ignorance, of course) asking, how did this happen???? Then again….maybe not. After all, it is God alone who changes the heart. *

Now go be offended at that, will you Mr. Smiley? Even better, go complain to HIM that you’re offended and see where it leads.

*Ezekiel 36:26

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.

 

 

A Few Year End Thoughts…

December 31, 2015

I would like to thank each person who took the time to stop in and visit with me. My plans are to keep writing in 2016.  Today, this December 31, 2015,  I leave you with a few of my thoughts:

Most of us are like caged squirrels grabbing the provided acorns and attempting to bury them someplace safe while the cage keepers look on and smile…

Years come and go as do we, whether toward time or eternity.

Your hope may be light, but it will make it easier to carry down in the valley or up the hills to the mountain top.

Happy New Year.

R. Webb