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Be Organized and Clutter Free !

No matter what needs to be done, it must begin at the start or one has to retrace to get it done right.  That is precisely why being orderly helps and before I get going, let me introduce you to Monika Kristofferson who kindly says, ” You don’t have to be perfect to be organized.”…  HA! ( as my oldest son Daniel often responds), that is encouraging.

I certainly prefer orderliness and remember cleaning up drawers and closets for friends of long ago, and now, every once in a while, I think about doing my own.

I tend to lean on making excuses to slowly reach the fork junction that stops me on my tracks, oh, where, where did I put that ?  I bet you know what I’m talking about!  Well, here is another hands up with a solution:

“A place for everything and everything in its place.” _Samuel Smiles, Thrift

That seems reasonable yet scattered brain activities hinder the process, and I have been told once, twice and more than I would like to remember ” it’s a guy thing to be disorderly.”…  Somewhere I read and have passed it on though I’m not sure my voice was loud enough to be heard and maybe I lost my clout for having let it slide for too long…

Whatever…   Like things with like things seems to be the start of making order.  Books with books, papers with papers, change with change in a jar or a tin, t-shirts with t-shirts, cups with cups, etc…  I think it proper to give a teenager a good looking trash can for the things that need to be discarded. Keep Reading

Be Kind as Love Is

Edna Lofing’s favorite Thumper quote “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say nothin at all.”
My own quote: “The sky can never have too many stars…There is room for everyone to shine…”

Intention is placed at the onset of each day.  When I begin my work at the computer, I am greeted by a Rhema greeting.  Some time ago, I came upon a message that spoke to my heart.  I have kept some as guideposts to shed light on the obscure.  How the random one appears is a mystery I enjoy.  I take the pearls and feel the smoothness from their hands to mine.  Somebody has amassed a wealth of divine information to pass along.  I keep the ones that speak to my heart.  I keep them for nourishment, for the good they can serve anyone through me from them.

”  I am but a tiny pencil in the hand of the Lord.  

None the less, He writes beautifully. ” _ Mother Theresa of Calcutta

I have chosen to share this Rhema to explain that the good reaped has been seeded in all of us by God.  We just share differently the good we do… Keep Reading

Be Encouraged

What does it mean to be encouraged, and when do we get it?

Why is it important, and who are those that offer it?

“IT” is all here, in this blog.

You determine which path to take because the how to be encouraged rests inside one’s personal intent to be so.  Our intentions are birthed in our will.  These thoughts have soaked in my tears for many years  They are now presented as if on the platter I searched to find by observing and absorbing.

An Angel delivering the holiest of gifts designed to bring comfort on a perfectly sized pillow. I purchased it from an astrologer, Bethea.

To be encouraged is to feel lifted in the direction of dreams and visions intended to benefit one and all.  The humble person bears great humility so its fruit takes time to ripen.

Life is in the presence of spirit.  Given the free will to act as we choose, regardless of circumstances, ultimately leads us to a new place.  That place is always at the moment we call now.

As most of you may have already heard “the present is the present.”  ( This is why I love the English language!)

Is one’s Spirit, the Soul, aware of conscious or unconscious acts?  Does the soul give a life to live while one’s heart and mind determine the route to take and to learn and teach to fulfill by one, or more of the myriad of possible purposes?  I am suggesting mean spirited purposes are sadly present.  Humans are not perfect.

How can we find the ultimate good reserved for each one of us to achieve?  What happens when we falter?

To seek our God’s wisdom is the way to the truth and the light; however, the choices in the Garden of the Universe encourage us to navigate, and we do.  We are free to choose our way of being in the presence of any circumstance.  I think it is known as the attitude we carry.  We arrive at knowing moment by moment according  to choices made with attitude at hand.  Hand in hand they direct the route we choose to navigate. Keep Reading

Taylor’s B-day Surprise

Reminiscing jabs my heart because it splits the distance farther from ones we cannot visit on their birthday…  However, I am instantly filled and inspired by a life so dear to have known.

No presents, no cake, no visit, just the knowing that today while the thunder bounces as the lightening dances, far away a sparkling person has a birthday.

Once in a lifetime, one meets a young lady as poised as Taylor.  She is my dearest friend’s daughter.   At a time when the clock stood still, we watched the laughter of her daughter and our sons roll like prairie grass combed by the wind in Scottsbluff, Nebraska.

Taylor held her own with a brother and all of his friends; she could jump higher than anyone on the trampoline, and no matter what the play, she stood there confidently and smiled.

She was simply capable of mingling with adults alike; she sipped tea and smiled only to blossom even more purely by having a kind disposition.

I wish her a garden of love from her beloved husband and Family.  She has made them all proud…an accomplished woman and a devoted wife, daughter, sister and sister-in-law…and aunt…

It is heavenly to have known all of you.

” If light is in your heart, you will find your way home.” __ Rumi

Somewhere in a box there are photos I could share to show the light she gave each of us.  Even after being gone, she would call as if I were her friend, and I recall her mannerly ways of caring, and of joyfully sharing her life.  I have treasured her notes, and most of all, her love.

God bless you, Taylor O’Holleran Robinson, with love… joy always… and faith…

Farewell Marley

Marley was rescued from under a shed miles away.  He was starved, weak, and showed to have had a broken hip.  My two youngest adult sons spent two days trying to lure him to rescue him.  Our gentle giant son literally dragged him out from under the structure.

No one wanted a wounded animal and his hip had been hit before.  Despite his disability, he spent another two wonder filled years in our home.  He limped and after a good run, he would come in and rest his head on the hurt thigh.  Today it showed to be broken once again.   He must have been stunned.  His amber eyes closed.

Words fail me.

He spoke in a way to let us know what he wanted.  He was a gentle fellow, and a lover boy to our Anatolian Shepard, Daisy.  She is listless tonight.  She must have been near when Marley departed.  We know All Good Dogs Go to Heaven, and I spoke to her about it.

However, our youngest gentle giant dug a grave by our old shed, and he stopped and leaned on the shovel.  I asked if I could help a little.  Both of us fighting a ferocious cold, felt twice as miserable in the first warmer day.  On the lake we saw a white fog, so dense, unlike any other before.  I think Marley may have had a woof about it. Keep Reading

A Pauline Valentine

A friend like Pauline appears in life rather unpretentiously though strikingly soft spoken, smart, and persistently kind.

Her poised demeanor lifts one’s heart like this flower she planted.  Oh, yes, friends move as she and I have from one place

to another, and to her that means from garden to garden.  From orchids in Hawaii to roses in Texas, and tulips in Massachusetts, Pauline touches the heart of the earth and I cannot name all the flowers she can sow and gather.

Have you a friend who comes to gift bulbs to bloom next year?  Pauline does these things and so many other unique things, I can smile from here to eternity.  There was the time she sliced Texas pears and placed them in jars; they looked like huge gold nuggets of honey but tasted like marshmallow butter.  The taste defies imagination.

An invitation to a meal, a tea, and conversation is to be in the presence of a casual regal center of angelic delight.  All is so properly placed and the flavors in the details awake a dash of lemon, a bit of sugar, a sprinkle of that and then the giggling laughter.  All of this and more, the  classical music settles the bones.  One can only melt into comfort.  I mostly say silent.

We have shared stories and have a thousand more to go because in the heart of my friend lives the Lord, His word, and a gingerly feast of discoveries.  From a family divinely named Webster, I keep the old dictionary even closer and smile.  She has been so blessed and is deserving.

She has gifted precious books that sit on my shelf and here is a quote I must share as she knows the author quite well. Keep Reading