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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

Go With God

Upon college graduation in Cambridge Springs, Pennsylvania. It is nice to discover through adult eyes my parents’ pride.

I was born in Brazil in 1949 to immigrant parents from Europe who sought refuge to escape the Iron Curtain.  Portuguese was my second language  and as I recall looking up at the marvelous bluest of skies from the whitest of sand covered beaches, ” Vai com Deus” filters through my bones still.

It means, go with God.  That phrase remains in my heart like a prayer.

The beauty of languages in different nations is yet another God given gift to all mankind.  It is in communicating with one another that we grow in this spectacular planet.  Oh, how I wish oppression did not exist.  How did it ever get started and how many more years before humans unite for God in peace, atone for personal wrongs, and agree to live in peace by obedience to  the Ten Commandments?  Our time is a blink’s time to God.  In our time, the holiness  is elusive because we are limited.  Limits are personal.  They are the barriers we scale to overcome the block. Keep Reading

Choose a Life of Quality

Bet that you would not have wanted to know me then; when I didn’t know any better, I made a lot of mistakes and they are called sins.

Today I went on ride to find signs of God speaking to my heart and I found just two, both plenty to begin volumes the young at heart may find at least interesting, if not essential in making choices.  All choices are life altering.

It’s the beginning of March when nature slides blades and petals like notes appearing under the door with a message to behold.

Just as I turned the corner happy enough with what I found to be quite extraordinary on an ordinary Sunday afternoon, tilted to the ground a rusty sign declared ” The quality of life yesterday is the knowledge of today.”…  I am still chewing on it because on the way into town, I clearly wanted to stop and begin writing this: Keep Reading

My 2018 MERRY CHRISTMAS Letter

MERRY 2018 CHRISTMAS DEARESTS,

I reflect as we do just before embarking on a journey.  It seems we have to prepare for ETERNITY as Pastor Wyndham suggested in a sermon.  The passport keeps records of our individual lives yet at church we gather collectively for instructions.  I’m leafing through my own past and choose to share some information.

My parents and I arrived in United States of America on or about July 4, 1963…In 1968 my father applied for our citizenship and it was granted in the fall a year later.  He had been sponsored to serve at St. Elias Romanian Orthodox Church and even though he served two other parishes through his remaining years, he “confessed” just before his soul’s departure, the one in Ellwood City, PA, had been the one he treasured.  However, circumstances nudged choices as in all of our lives.  My parents’ earthly bodies rest at the Monastery of Transfiguration near the church that blessed us with the invitation to serve and embrace this nation’s freedom. Keep Reading

To Pray or Not ToPray

Within us all a small voice makes giant strides in every decision of our lives.  That inner voice seems to be a guiding light which appears with our unknowing until the knowing of it takes a stand.  We  call it many names.  We acknowledge it as our gut feeling or a precise rational opinion that even if marred, we hold to be our own and rightful pace.  As humans, we mess up, and I think mostly unknowingly.

We are plagued with concerns weaved in desires, needs, and cultural leanings.  To be comfortable seems to be natural.  To have a wishful desire fulfilled seems delightful.  To be surrounded by the security of like mindedness seems like a no brainer for peace of mind.  Yet, despite the leveling of the three, a missing continues and we are pressed with fears.

I think about these matters and have sought to read the writings of others for the comfort of understanding to be free of the plague of concerns. Keep Reading

Dear First Lady Melania Trump: How Flexible Do We Need To Be?

” Love knows no limit to its endurance, no end to its trust, no fading of its hope; it can outlast anything. Love never fails.”
_1 Corinthians 13:7-8

 

Quite frankly, I don’t know that any of us is equipped to deal with all that befalls us when mean spirited people aim to devour with a “splash for attention”.  I am talking about the storm that has no mercy, that is bent on destroying, that rips trees, breaks windows, and inundates the streets causing accidents, and the perfect opportunity for some to sit at home cozy with families while others break into places to create even more havoc.  The hail dents.  The wind bends and once the snow freezes, the scene leaves us stunned, observant, and yearning for spring.

Evil is destructive and none of us can ever imagine how bad it can be.  I am not really talking about a freezing snow storm expected in Northern climates.  I am talking about people who disregard the seriousness and importance of being decent, of being discreet, of being better rather than worse.

I hope the letter I wrote our First Lady Melania is delivered and received.  I hope she has honest people around her who will look out for her well being without hidden microphones to poke fun at her accent, or to report something no one outside of her inner circle ought to hear.

May her love be greater than the hatefulness in flame in the mainstream media.

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To Be Unburdened

A collage of my cousin Adriana, her daughter, Monica, and her husband, Dan.  I love them.

Today is Orthodox Easter.  The greeting in Romanian  is “Hristos A Inviat!” Christ is Risen!

The response : “Advevarat A Inviat!” Indeed He is Risen!

My cousin Adriana Muntean from Constanta, Romania, sent me a text…and I’ll try to translate it:  The whiskered bunny is a  lucky omen on Easter…  He does not leave presents in your boots…  He has other secrets…  “pasca” a soft braided bread filled with cheese…  red eggs, and “cozonac” similar to the Italian “panettone” sweet bread with raisins or nuts…  roasted lamb…  and a Happy Easter…  It all rhymes and sounds like a jingle.

What matters most is that Adriana thought to send me the message…  Unburdened by the weight of the reality the family experienced due to my mother and father leaving Romania, my cousin’s husband called and I spoke with all of them, including my Tanti Lila.   They did not hold a grudge.  They forgave my parents.  My grandfather was imprisoned for years.

“When inward tenderness finds the secret hurt, pain itself will crack the rock and AH! let the soul emerge.” _Rumi  Keep Reading

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

To Be Just for a Day and Thereafter

To be just means to live with integrity.  That is doing the right thing when no one is watching, for your own conscience’s benefit.

We don’t talk like that enough.  Yes, if we could have books for every grade from first to twelfth grade addressing the benefits of a clear conscience, surely trust would drown the cruel bullying.  Maybe adults would be bound to being more honest, less deceptive, and expect and hold politicians to a higher standard.

” May God be gracious to us and bless us and make his face shine upon us.”
_Psalm 67:1

“I am not bound to win,

But I am bound to be true.

” I am not bound to succeed,

but I am bound to live up to what LIGHT  I have.” _Abraham Lincoln

Be Star Shine Daily became a dream in order to bring to light  problems that can be resolved in the right frame of mind.  It is always easier to stretch out a scroll with pointers than it is to actually integrate them into action.  However, every seed well planted will yield a better harvest.  We can be nourished by the thoughts written by others.   The masters of the ages bring us calm.

“Only the just man enjoys peace of mind.” _ Epicurus 

To make an effort to live justly for one entire day may well be the foundation of something marvelous in one’s life.  To begin the day with a prayer brings the miracles nearby.  My life changed from the day I began writing a prayer to God; in the letter, I ask for His mercy in the name of His Son Jesus Christ. Keep Reading

Come, BECOME Alphabetically Savvy

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

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