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Casual Is…

Casual

Casual, my favorite way to dress

It is summer vacation

It is playtime

It is friends just hanging together

Casual is dinner on paper plates

It is wearing sandals

It is my hair up

Casual is ….letting me be me.

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Saving Lives…One Pint at a Time

Every 56 days…time to donate.  That’s my motto.  Give to others, save a life.  The BEST gift you can give is a blood donation.  I drill that into my kids.  I have received that BEST gift and will forever be grateful.  “Blood owners should be blood donors”- I saw that written somewhere, and it’s perfect.  Now I realize that not everyone CAN donate, but I so wish those who could…would.  

Photo by Tony Webster courtesy of CC 

 

 

 

Nature at Work

So today as I walked my dog, she saw a moth on the ground.  She pounced to where it was, sniffing profusely all around to find it.  Suddenly the moth flew up and over to a new spot on the ground.  Trixie followed, lunging and putting her nose to the ground.  This pattern continued once again.   I kept wondering how the moth was getting away.  Trixie is fast and was right on that moth.  Well I found out how the third time. The moth did not move.  It just stayed put, but was camouflaged, and that was the trick.  Nature at its best.  The dog could not at all smell or see that moth right under her nose.  I saw the moth right there blending in with the asphalt, but the dog could not!  What magic, what beauty, what a plan God has for all creatures to survive.  Amazing.

Photo by Doug Waldron courtesy of CC

Focus on the Glass

Just last night we were at a back yard part of a friend of ours.  He went through a not so pleasant divorce, initiated by his wife of many years.  He was rocked by the experience, but never let it knock him down.  We are actually friends with both the husband and now ex-wife.  That is do-able, though sad.  However, I am glad to see that each has moved on to be happy in their new lives, especially him.  This was not his choice.  He was blindsided so to speak.  Now I know that there are three sides to every story: his, hers, and what really took place.  I can’t guess as to what happened, it’s not really my business. I can just be there for my friends in whatever capacity they need me.

Last night he said something that really amazed me and left me with a great feeling.  He had just moved into his new house two weeks ago, and threw this lovely party in his beautiful back yard for his family and close friends.  My husband and I felt honored to be included.  He was beaming.  He has gotten himself to a great place after all he has been through the last few years.  I know it has been difficult, for both of them.  As we were talking, he said to me, ” Some people are the glass is half empty type, others are the glass is half full.”  To which I said. ” that’s me, the glass is half full.”  I consider myself to be a pretty positive person.  But, he then said with such pure joy, “not me, I am just happy to have a glass to hold, some people don’t even appreciate that.”  He was so positive.  He was grateful to be surrounded by his family and friends. He gets what really matters in life.  He knows to not complain about what he doesn’t have, but rather to look at whatever he DOES have and be grateful.  What a wonderful outlook to have on life.  Seeing someone be so positive really felt good.

What a fine place the world could be if only more of us would just appreciate having a glass and not worry about what is or isn’t in it.

Image by Denkhenk courtesy of CC 3.0

Traditions, Time, and Change

Traditional

Going to the beach, packing peanut butter and jelly sandwiches

Playing in a park, swinging on the swings

Running through a sprinkler, our way of staying cool

Hearing the Good Humor Man coming down the street

Emptying our piggy banks of all our change to buy a cold treat

Jumping rope in the street, riding bikes all around town

These were our traditions

Now we pack watermelon and grapes for the beach

We drive to Yogurt Crazy and serve ourselves

We swim in someone’s pool to stay cool

No one rides their bike in town

There is no jumping rope in the street

Kids can be seen inside, not out

Playing together, virtually, via Xbox

Or alone on a phone

Time changes traditions, for better or for worse.

I wonder what traditions will be when my kids grow up?

Photo by Austin Kirk via CC BY 2.0

The Return of the Beast

The beast came back, though not for long

I stood my ground, feeling strong

Taller, tougher, and wiser I be

The roars no longer get to me

Taming the beast, still no easy sport

But with confidence, I kept the visit short

Put it back and close the latch

Then we moved on, without a scratch

Or did we….

Photo courtesy of CCO Public Domain

Quill – Back to Simpler Times

Quill

A quill, long ago, was a tool to write with; record facts, log  your thoughts, or send letters with.   How times have changed.  I do wonder what it would have been like to live way back then.  Romantic it seems, imagining those days through  rose-colored glasses.   Hard though.  Work from dawn to dusk, wearing heavy clothes, many layers.  Having none of our modern-day conveniences. The letters we would compose by quill would take days, weeks, to get to someone, unlike the instantaneous texts we send now.   Ink would get messy, especially for those left-handed.  Writing would be laborious by quill; dip in ink, then scratch the paper with the quill to form words.  

Ahhh, but in some ways wasn’t life simpler then? Didn’t people spend more time with each other and not with things? Talk more, laugh together more.  Enjoy the simple things in life, not needing so much entertainment.  Less problems without the selfish, often hurtful, instant remarks made behind the screen of a phone or computer. Yes, there are days I wish we could all spend a week in that time, writing our thoughts with a quill pen and not a keyboard.  Speaking in person, and not via text.  Spending time with one-another, and not with a screen.  Quill, brings up thoughts of a simpler time. 

 

Photo courtesy of Rodgerspix via CCBY 2.0

In The Driver’s Seat

Passenger

To be the driver or the passenger

It’s good to take turns

A passenger I’ve mostly been

Now I am the driver, in control

At the wheel, making the decisions

Choosing where to go and when to turn

How fast or slow to go

And it feels great

No more passenger for me

At least for a little while…

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Friendship – Take Good Care

Friendship takes on different forms.  There are good friends, close friends, acquaintances, and perhaps the rare best friend.  We all need some form of friend in our life.  If you are lucky enough to come across that best friend once or twice in your life, cherish it, nurture it.  A true best friendship doesn’t always last.

A best friend is that person to whom you can tell anything, and you do.  You call them at any hour of the day or night.  You know they are there for you in an instant, and you for them.  You know each other’s quirks, and love each other anyway.  You look past insecurities and flaws.  You know what they will say before they say it.  You can finish their sentences.  You pick the other person up when life knocks them down.  You share in their joyful moments that come their way.

Be careful, however, to not take that person for granted.  Make sure they always feel special and loved.  Go out of your way to do for them.  Think of them before thinking of yourself, or the relationship may not last.  Some friends are more fragile than others, and we need to recognize that.  Friends should be treated with care, for they will not always be there.  I know that as a best friend we figure they will always be there, that you could never separate.  Though sadly sometimes, somehow, it happens, this best friendship doesn’t last.   So, cherish it, take good care of it.   Friendships so special don’t come around too often in our lives.

Photo courtesy of CCO Public Domain

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