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The Reputation Plant

The point is everyone has a reputation and it is mustered through the perception of others about what is done or not.  Sometimes what is said is coupled with how it is said and then BOOM!!  Opinions grow as fast as the green, green grass of home in spring!  Sometimes one plants it; oftentimes reputation is repotted by others.  The essence remains because God created each one of us.

When stories are made up to paint a picture that may not be accurate, we think of lies.  They begin in conversations everywhere by everyone, and soon gossip continues to add twigs to the fire.  Unwarranted attacks by one person is awkwardly hurtful because manipulation filters misguided information that can become tragic.  That is called character assassination.  In some cases it takes years to bring to light the truth, and for the faithful, gratitude is in store. Keep Reading

Are There Any Tuesdays In Texas?

A year ago as Memorial Day approached, my dearest Sister in Christ, as she calls me, visited with her husband for days…  When she arrived on Thursday, she said they would be staying until Tuesday…  Quick to beat her to it, I said that’s great, there are no Tuesdays in Texas.  We hugged and chuckled as we had since we met in 1992.  Her shop was Upcountry Legends, and she was the story of storybooks that became transformed into a prolific writer from Maui , Hawaii.  As I walked in with my four sons dressed alike, she sweetly giggled and called them “the group”…  By the time I left the store, she had my address and phone number, and within a week, she delivered the book that sealed our friendship, A Parenthesis In Eternity by Joel S. Goldsmith.

We always made time to talk about God.

We were drawn to the noblest of thoughts when life closed and open chapters through the years.  Her first husband, Carl, took his last breadth when we were on the phone, and years later her second husband sang in a pew behind us when they first met.  Her daughter and son and my four sons all lived different paths on the same island.  Our Moms stayed with us at home until the angels came to take them to the gates of heaven.  We shared a friend whom we loved even more now that we suppose what she would say.  We called her Hope because she was optimistic.  My dear Cindy Schumacher was Love because she was truly embraced in both marriages.  I was Faith because I pray as I breathe…  Our tea times are etched in crystals somewhere in heaven.  I know.  Jeannette is there waiting to meet us arms outstretched, guaranteed. Keep Reading

Turtleling To Survive; A Human Turtle

Is it possible to identify with animals about our world because of a characteristic that brings us calm, say as a recognition of its essence?  The most magnificent turtle I ever saw blended with the dust and dirt of a dry river bed the color of roasted sand near the Agate Fossil Beds National Monument at 301 River Road in Harrison, Nebraska. I stared at it because I could not make out if it was merely a gigantic boulder.  Had I been more patient, I may have seen it move faster than I would have expected a turtle to maneuver.  They do.  It said one won a race with a rabbit.

Twenty years makes a difference in what we know.  The first twenty years are a mixture in the trail mix package of life. For me, the next forty years delivered responsibilities for which I wished for tools I did not have or realized were needed to do a better job.  By the time I turned sixty, I had swum the body of water from shore to shore and the exhaustion was both exhilarating and downright reflective of an incredulous journey across tides and storms.

Looking at the red eared turtle one morning this week caused me laugh out loud.  It dared to push passed the grass forest straight to a bed of pine needles and fairly fast for its short limbs; once upon the heap, she made a circle to leave an imprint I can return to see and not forget.  I have been there …in her place … many times before.  Now I know it to have been what I call “turtleling”, a way of living quietly out loud to be demurely assertive. Keep Reading

A Prayer In My Journal

Dear God…

I rest in peace knowing You know my heart…

Please care for my sons this night.

Please direct their steps towards their ultimate good purpose on earth…

Please guard them safely under Your wing,

and carry them carefully through life.

If I could I would take all their burdens;

they balance challenging assignments, and need Your healing.

Please let them know You…

Please let them trust in You…

and please let them be graced to do good in service for all who can benefit.

Please have mercy on them, forgive them as they too have forgiven, and

I pray my prayer will be theirs from hereafter…

Thank You God…Thank You Jesus…Thank You for Your Holy Spirit in us.

Amen.

” Do not be quick with your mouth, do not be hasty in your heart to utter anything before God. God is in heaven and you are on earth, so let your words be few.” __ Ecclesiastes 5:2

He knows our hearts yet we pray to help change our own being from helplessness to strength through faith…

A Simple Solution

There is a lift in our souls when the motion of emotion leads to prepare for the unexpected results. That’s called chance and when coupled with prayers, we have the assurance in the joy found in peace.

I sometimes marvel at the cascade of events and am so grateful to have arrived at this moment in time when no fussing is needed because I trust all is as it should be.

Therefore, if these words can be of any help to a problem held in despair, or anger, or frustration, literally give it a form and hold it in the palm of your hands with arms outstretched…fling it upward, and let it go. Repeat, and repeat.

” When the solution is simple, God is answering.” __Albert Einstein

The calm is always knowing God is ultimately in control…so, in this school of life, we can rest even as we tarry in our daily work. Mundane tasks provide a comfort in cleanliness and organization. The pleasure derived in preparing for needs to be delivered by our own hands is after all the means to self-reliance. Laziness is not an option because gratitude cannot be present expecting the unexpected to be of any substance, or of a substantial outcome. One has to clutch the purposefulness of doing with ease that service of love.

It is as simple as that. I get that not everyone can so easily embark in the trust train in thought. I encourage a ticket to the place where what you love to do will create the very service God wills in your life.

So, what’s the problem? It must be figuring out what you love. What you love interests you. What you love is everywhere to be found. If that is in question, take a walk, search for the key to the room where the funds for the ticket wait to be retrieved. The thought given here is that you trust the process of discovery as if on a train ride to that nearby green land where what you sow, you can reap joyfully. The adventure begins at every moment.

We are called to call.

” Trust in the Lord with all your heart,

and lean not on your own understanding;

in all your ways acknowledge him,

and he will make your paths straight.” __Proverbs 3:5-6

In thought and prayer…

I give marbles to be tossed in consideration for a life of Joy found in Peace…


The 10 To 3 Cafe

The dream was as it is… of a relatively darling spot close enough to town for travelers to find with an amazing turn around skirt of a parking lot sweetly constructed to welcome a few who would seek to meet between the hours of ten in the morning to three in the afternoon. The oakwood door revealing tones of a golden luster like the leathered cover of a refurbished book both invites a hospitable entrance and a curiosity blending with anticipation.

The draw to arrive at the cafe would be to engage in conversation mingled with the sounds of Nana Mouskori’s enchanting ballads playing softly in the background to feel afloat the wave of all is well in such moments fully surrounded by like-minded souls, or lovers of rose petals and honey dipped butter cookies savored with tea or coffee… To be scholarly, one must read the two paragraphs deliberately out loud as if broadcasted live on the five o’clock news, to be exact…

Somehow, in the dream, it was then that the truth would rise as the creamiest of the creamy congeals and glistens. For example, with a cup of jasmine rice and half cup of sugar drowned in four cups of milk dabbed with a cinnamon stick together with an orange peel pierced with four cloves and a tablespoon of vanilla extract, the only result is a delicious rice pudding… With a lid partially draped on its head, the pot set on the lower end of the heat, delivers a treat to please palates in forty minutes… Just then it is when a memory is adorned by the scent of sweetness forever more. A formed film of cream shines as if the sun beat its rays like on leaves of treetops and water droplets in the ocean’s waves…

To be in the nook of things with people in conversation is to be on life’s greatest treasure hunts. All that spills forms the stories in the story of the steps that will be taken towards goals realized.

When I go into town, I remember other places I have been as well, and I still look for that spot. How many wondrous memories could be cherished in those five hours in say six days, except Sundays? Writers and teachers could find their way to contemplate to be inspired by the bookshelves offering a reading to ignite the pleasure of learning through the adventures of life. We are students until heaven knows when and then again.

Dreams live in the Ten To Three Cafe just as they do in many gathering places where bread is broken to be shared for nourishment. After all, our sustenance invigorates the body, mind, and spirit.

It seems that even an Encyclopedia would offer the flashlights needed in the narrow path through a parsley forest leading to a valley of mint. One can imagine the people and places that were and have been responsible for gathering all that could be known to share as a manual for going forward towards a greater peak overseeing all the way to the horizon. It is no small matter to behold the best in appreciation of learning.

A poet wrote a line I cannot let slip your visit here:

” I am not the same having seen the moon shine on the other side of the world.” __Mary Anne Radmacher

Heavenly is a place on earth we can create because it has already provided us with fabulous tools to observe, absorb, and serve others. This is what I wished to have taught and lived to present as a gift. Hold the words on the palm of your hands like marbles soothing their contoured bodies to be rolled wisely at play. Enjoy the joy found in peace of mind.

Time measures in seconds, minutes, and hours. If from the Ten To Three Cafe, time could welcome all aboard through the oakwood door to live a life fulfilling our best possible purpose on earth, the key to it would be found in these words:

” Finally, brothers and sister, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable–if anything is excellent or praiseworthy–think about such things. __Philippians 4:8

This is a heartfelt High School graduation gift for Nathan Alan and Evan Michael, the Bucur twins. Congratulations on all you have accomplished and may you shine the respect of your family’s upbringing. It is an honor to be a thread of the family tree as your grandfather was my husband’s cousin through their sister mothers. The lineage beckons lanes of dreams to be fulfilled in the spot you choose to construct the life you give to God.

You are blessed to bless.

The Happy In Me

The happy in me is in service for you. At all I times the idea of giving to please rose to float like the lightness of a breeze caressing one’s feet…and the motion lifted my being to fulfill a calling yearning to be heard like piano notes cascading diamond pebbles tossed by waves upon a sandy shore….

Heaven is that place where joy is our own becoming of fulfillment of the seed sprouting in complete enlightenment. Beings whose souls beckoned my own with kindness sustain the very essence of life anew moment by moment. We are all like that yet we may realize passed the past’s present and awake to remember that the happy in me was always first in Him.

Weeping for America in the Blue


In the Blue
The ink hue powders
the melancholic sense
fueled by aching hearts
who have silently refused
to embrace a fundamental
change in our beloved country…
We gave room for all to be whoever
they wished ’till our wishes vanished…
The beauty we once knew to be right…
became thwarted, ridiculed, and denied…
Politicians in power disempowered our rights.
We, the people in America have been duped.
One of our very own separated, and divided us from
our core– designed to create chaos–by a Book of Rules.
I am in the blue about community organizers in sink to sink our nation.
I am in the blue for the Saul Alinsky followers among us set to enslave.
I am in the blue for the mass of uneducated children, men, and women.
I am in the blue for the police force disrespected for keeping law and order.
I am in the blue for the shameless lies ignorantly overlooked and accepted.
I am in the blue for the mass of pawns bated, bribed into lawless corruption.
I am in the blue for the lack of understanding about earning and financing…
I am in the blue for the unmotivated, the uninspired, and void of a work ethic…
I am in the blue for all who delve in pornography, recreational drugs, and sin…
I am in the blue for trust, love, joy, hope, peace, and truth…the nobility we need.
I am in the blue for our Lord who gave us the Prayer to God now denied to be recited.
I am in the blue for the fundamental differences we’ll face when citizens and illegals vote…
I am in the blue for our national anthem, our flag, our soldiers and veterans…
I am in the blue for humans who question whose lives matter and destroy…
I am in the blue for us who live from pay check to pay check and still volunteer…

We, the people, as humans, fall short of God’s grace, and this is my blue bouquet
Delivered from the lectern of my heart in gratitude for all that really matters…
The difference in knowing the truth from the untruth is vast; one will set us free…

Nicoleta I. Neagoy © 10-10-2016

Overlook No Message

The overcloud calls for discernment
To pin the defining moment as it is…
For… if even overlooked,
Reveals the ordinance of choice lessons.

When the selected foreshadows
as the soul weighs the ambiguous moment in the present,
I say,
mark it, and remark!

The signs speak.
To see, to hear, and
feel the pith so as to note,
Insight is served by intuition.

To awaken to the brim
Of all that unfolds,
Is to be
Truly alive.

The beclouded moon
Announced,
And I
Overlooked…yet no more.

Open God’s volumes of wisdom
Apparent in the palpable present
Anytime,
To Everyone,
Everywhere, and

Overlook no more…

God is nearer than here.

Nicoleta I. Neagoy copyright 8-13-2016

The Unspoken

The Unspoken

It remains in the clumps of flowering Heathers.
these unspoken tittering thoughts like feathers…

They are visible as a brushstroke of vivid colors
We read them in subtle twisted frowns, blurs…

The unspoken sets the pace between the space;
it is the two step dance in silent mourning case…

To rise to speak to tell the world anew still one person at a time:
“See me bloom my lifespan here and hear me amidst the chime.”

In thunder, silence roars all the louder like a diamond in the sand;
timidity too humbly vows to bow to the bold like the parade band.

Should one have the courage to feel the luster of every flower,
the details would leak in crystalized volumes of tear showers.

Nicoleta I. Neagoy copyright 5-26- 2016