We are truly inspired by the good company we keep.
The giving of ourselves to others can inspire them to become inspiration for others.
That is exactly why teachers hold the torch for the future of men and women who will eventually design the path taken by their children…
Be not ensnared in despair by keeping company with those who mislead anyone into an undesirable reality… To get out of there is to take one step forward and then another, and another and on and on..
The mind that welcomes God in a prayer of thanks giving for the new day, the fresh air, the clear dew drops, and even hot tears that speak of a silent, wounded heart, can find the way to survive because He hears the plea. His peace arrives as a light to show a path of wholeness, fulfillment, and certainly joy.
On Easter Day the praise for Jesus’ resurrection is proclaimed in Alleluias… Witnesses of His return to life were the candles burning that have lit ours on the table or the altar, all in awe, still looking up to say, “Oh, my God, dear Lord, How Great Thou Art.” Keep Reading
Have you persistently sought to seek understanding, self-improvement, and a way to serve purposely day by day? It’s been my blustery bug for decades. Not long ago, I came upon a prayer I wrote to God. Maybe I’ll share it someday, not now. There is beauty, truth, and love to be harvested for you. To desire to be better is a personal endeavor. To be tempted to err calls for immediate discernment, and I believe every human can step up to lead a noble life.
When and how does one learn the alphabet? Can it be any more valuable than to gift a Webster’s Dictionary? I think not. In full disclosure, I must admit a deep love of learning. Years and years ago, and I purchased a book about Mr. Webster. Today there is one entitled Noah Webster: The Life and Times of an American Patriot, by Harlow Giles Unger. Who would have known what I am about to tell you next? Life is full of wonderful surprises. When we yearn for the good, the better, or even the best, God’s Universe conspires to bring things about. I have been blessed. Read on.
I must tell you once again about my friend Pauline Garron. I smile to think of how her beloved, departed husband said, “I don’t know how you gave up your maiden name ‘Webster’ for Garron.” Oh, it was love and it still is love, that’s how; are you smiling? I think it splendorous to have been born with such a name.
The Webster’s dictionary’s friendship has doubled its value. The alphabet challenge is ahead. Keep Reading
My hope emerged once I stepped out of the box because I felt God in my heart.
Because we hope, we dream more, we envision the greatest good for all the people in the world. That is such a marvelous wish I wish we could each take it upon ourselves to wish it. Should you wish to wish it, let me tell you how it can come about. It emerges as if in a dance that you set the rhythm for the music felt deep in your heart. There is a certain excitement to think the improbable could be possible.
I found the wish for the greatest good inside the red box. When I curiously opened it, I thought of Pandora’s box filled with the evils that fled to flood the world though at a different time blessings were scattered. Both stories gave me pause. I wondered if I should open it, if I should take a chance. One quality said to be immersed in love and faith remained: hope. The face mirrors my heart; its mustard seed components glisten.
Hope brings the wishes to the forefront in our lives. The will aligned with God’s stands to prosper as the stars that shine above a midnight sky. To light the wish born of hope, seeded in faith, can embrace the whole. However, we are a measure of the immeasurable good awaiting to be given, to be shared as talent by talent no beam unimportant, each one a glorious spark of joy in service at the core.
God is at the heart of all our wishes for the ultimate good of humanity. I trust people who labor to do what is best for every American, and still respect the differences of nations independent culturally and philosophically of one another. Where is the INTEGRITY of the broadcasters who air the stupidly that our President Trump was wrong to congratulate Russia’s President Putin for winning the election in his country their way? No civilized leader would have ignored the win. The majority of Americans expect better and want the truth to be revealed rather than manipulated into mean spirited stories. This is no secret. Fox News is awake to deliver the information based on the facts and they discuss the issues intelligently. The hateful attacks on every progress made by the present President of United States of America hurt the paid pawns. The followers of the inept will drop. Keep Reading
There is quiet excitement at the start of each journey. The year springs forward on the day assigned to be the first day. In East Texas the Azaleas have sprung from their winter’s coat; their festive adornment stirs the breeze to fan them. Soon Easter will beckon us to revere the resurrection of Jesus Christ. The nonbeliever has yet to willfully search to find the treasure of our everlasting lives. Despite the denial, spring promises a new beginning.
“Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love for I put my trust in you.” _ 1 Peter 5:6-7
This is a good day to tidy up the paper work. On my Vision Board, I have a large white painted room surrounded by book shelves just shoulder high with windows above them every few feet to let in the light of the moon, stars and sunbeams. There is a glass door that leads to a landing with comfortable chairs coupled with round tables all overlooking a body of water somewhere, God knows best.
His flame is eternal in the hearts of the faithful.
With paper clips in a bowl, waiting to do its work, I sip from the cup that blessed me this morning:
“Hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out His love into our hearts.” _ Romans 5:5
What will you spring forward to accomplish today? I wish you in prayer a star shine every day…
This is my story of how I set out to give birth to the knot doll.
My Symptoms were my normal–the ankle twists,rare loss of balance followed by falls, the awareness of the effort needed to get all that was explained in a conversation,the dizziness unveiling upcoming weather changes, the ache behind my eyes, the waking tired, the sadness, and the one time complete paralysis for a few minutes. I was single and alone and don’t know for certain how long it lasted. I made my way to the telephone to call in sick. I could not join the car pool. My classrooms would never know. I kept the incident a super secret.
I walked into a door and gave myself a black eye. I wore sunglasses to class and they conjured up a plan to wear theirs the next day. We were in Hollywood back in the woods of Maplewood High School in Guys Mills, Pennsylvania. I had run into a pole when I was in High School a few years before and managed to break my nose. Such klutzy incidents may have been clues.
An only child learns how to manage certain crisis unattended. I thank God my parents modeled praying before and after meals, crossing themselves upon leaving and arriving anywhere, and when passing a place of worship. Though I would try to dismiss their habits, I noticed years later, I asked out loud sometimes “God help me”. He did and has, and I still ask.
That is my story. My Symptoms were there all along for decades. Five years ago, after a strange fall caused by a twist of an ankle and loss of balance, the egg sized lump on my head grew large and was painful. From the CT scan to the MRI, a lot was supposed to have been wrong with me–from mini strokes to multiple brain tumors. I observed the conversations unattached. I absorbed the unfolding of opinions as if shopping for necessary items to line a cupboard of life going forward. At last the diagnosis was MS. I didn’t understand much about it, and decided I could learn more on my own time and speed.
I realized immediately I did not need the two bladder surgeries that were atrocious. It is amazing how one can survive unnecessary glitches. Again, I was thankful to my long departed parents for reassuring me and others to lean on prayer. I did and do. Being centered quietly in prayer kept me calm through times of stress and disillusionment. Keep Reading
the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it. ” _Mark Twain
How did this quote become an old friend’s favorite? Sometimes a quote
speaks to a wound. The salve borders on the divine because to for-give
is what we need to yield in order to avoid collision in our hearts.
The Course in Miracles states “Forgiveness is the key to happiness.”
With these two quotes in mind, one may actually step into those comfortable shoes to avoid blisters and the discomfort thereafter. This reminds me of the benefit of using Vaseline on the feet before sliding them into socks and sneakers. It is a way of avoiding blisters.
The heart too can be worn down. The Vaseline prevention of blisters to the feet can be equated to the thoughts that empower to appease irresponsible blows that literally cause damage. Keep Reading
Isn’t it funny how we meet people seemingly accidentally and then discover life would never have been the same without them ? Jeannette sat alone in church, and one Sunday, I made it a point to join her. We sang out of tune at St. John’s Episcopal Church in Keokea on Maui. We chatted and I invited her for tea and lunch to be company for my Mom. The two cocooned on the couch and spoke one or the other always smiling and nodding. I wasn’t quite sure they understood any words as Jeannette tried to remember the French and my Mom would slide into Romanian yet they still cordially carried on like two birds in flight from tree to shrub and twig to fence. The household seemed livelier as Jeannette came along in rides to the stores, and stayed to help me in the kitchen. She insisted on holding my cutting board as I chopped peppers, onions, and carrots galore. We meshed in stirring, mashing, and pouring while doting on my Mom with a little of this and that. We found laughter in the fridge, on the stove, and over the table. Little by little we said it all and she was there to dry my tears and understood what I could not. She was the HOPE I wished in life for a friend. She said I was the FAITH she needed to hear from a friend. Her story carved a statue in marble. Her strength dissolved iron. Her gentleness feathered a breeze.
Even now that she departed, I wish to be nearer—she was a lady of poise galore. Sometimes, I stop and sense her presence, perhaps it’s just the memory. Ours was a friendship born in prayer. I HOPE as she hoped.
Alike I had become friends with Cindy whom I visited at Upcountry Legends, her store. She called my little guys “the group” and somehow from the start we cinched a friendship in conversation about God. Yeah, the island attracts all kinds of people. We met to talk about everything God related. She gave me a book that sits on my shelf A PARENTHESIS IN ETERNITY, by JOEL S. GOLDSTEIN. Of its entire content which I love, her note on the cover is best and filled with her LOVE …and that is Cindy’s story. Petit and smart even as a child, she still walks on clouds as her mother appropriately reminded the family. She was born and raised in New York City, and used her daughter’s name for the shoe store: Taryn. I honestly don’t know how she sold anything as she mostly spoke to everyone of God. We cannot exhaust the topic and this is where Jeannette joined the party. We three nested our lives in resolving the craters of sadness by refusing to stay stuck in the “mucks.” We mastered the art of finding the best in the moment. Our dearest Cindy was the one among us who as a child prayed to God for wisdom. I was stumped and ashamed as I prayed for pretty knees. Keep Reading
Simply struck by the chord where the heart is purest, I snapped a photo to capture the awesomeness of hope and love.
Sealed moments of love’s expression are ingrained in our minds. They invite us to want more, for ourselves, our loved ones, and ultimately for the world.
The fairy tale lives in our hearts as it does at the heart of God’s creation, and regardless of the ease with which we enter and stay in a relationship, the dance takes work and practice.
Between Princess Kate and Prince William, I see a heart, and within it, ours.
Love stories never really end as relationships sometimes do. Why? Oncelove is felt, love continues to live,not even just as a memory that engraves our hearts, but in the very spirit that embraces its own reality.
The spirit of love lives forever.
The soul encases a beam of God’s Holy Spirit as an ever source of pure love. While a representative of our very own being, the soul carries the legacy we provide back to our Maker. The soul within us is the life and light of God; it’s as if we borrow the possibility to live on earth as it is in heaven, and though all our conditions are unique, our free will is given to us with a purpose to fulfill our best possible gift to the world. In the journey of life, we search to discover our ultimate good. We are then at peace. I believe we are free to choose but the lessons we learn cannot be avoided. We teach what we model.
At the heart of it all, I wish to give you the following for consideration.
I encourage you to exercise true silence. To make time to be focused on the moment silently.
Journal your mind’s observations… Write to preserve whatever surfaces in your mind in silence.
Write your heart’s mirrored emotions in phrases, sentences, or one word at a time.
We know far more than we realize. Our subconscious gathers a fountain of observations. Our subconscious nudges us to recognize the obvious.
If we can practice being alert to our breadth, we can feel relieved, and slowly let go of what keeps us from grasping better, wiser opportunities. Therefore, step into the parlor of your thoughts and see what you know to be true, to be just, and to be honorable.
At the heart of it all, I wish to give you more tips.
Resolving conflicts begins with a splash of silence. Take the moment to write it all down.
Search for observations and call them known facts, write them on paper. Read them. Tuck them as the treasures of your thoughts.
Scoop, and dust all emotions on a page and call them feelings. Call them honestly and embrace the obvious taking deep breadths.
Embrace yourself, close your eyes, and ask for pointers as you breathe in and out.
At the heart of all is a reason.
At the heart of all is an emotion.
At the heart of all, our Holy Spirit never leaves us.
On April 29, 2011, the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge, Prince William and Kate Middleton, at the balcony with onlookers below, glanced heavenward.
I am so happy to have captured the moment as I stayed awake all night to view the ceremony, and embraced a book entitled, DIANA.
I share this with love for all that is good and pure at the heart of all in life.
The photographs were taken during the live broadcast in my home.