Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Freedom Calls
My dogs made a dash for the door last night and was gone for hours.. Now they do have free access to the back yard and are a spoiled part of our family. But as with many of us they are not satisfied with what they have, always looking for the "open door", to check out what others have. I have come to the decision that it is part of our instinct to check out what is out there. To always be looking at the yard next door. Watching for the open door, last night they took the chance (knowing it was not OK). Today both dogs are relaxed and happy, not a care in the world. Are you willing to go outside of your world to see what is out there. When we stay and fight our instincts we are wound up, stressed, always peeking out the window, and not happy with what we have. It is OK once in a while to follow that dream and get out side yourself. Only then will you find peace, knowing you followed that dream and took action. It is the dreams we don't follow that we regret. The ones we tried and discarded are in the past (just memories), either they are lessons of what not to do again, or they are accomplishments. Chase your freedom, take action on your dreams, this way you do not regret the chance you let go by. . .
Monday, January 21, 2008
hmmm A little bit of Heaven. . .
Back to moments, this is just a reflection today. I had the wonderful opportunity yesterday to sit in the Hot Tub during a snow storm. This alone is peaceful. You add to it a nice cup of tea, and you get wonderfully-peaceful. Now throw in your youngest son bringing out a few hot-out of the oven-fresh cookies - - Now that is a little bit of Heaven! Please take time for yourself once in a while, this is what balances us. You may have your own recipe for your little bit of Heaven, whip up a batch and reflect. Ahhh isn't that just what you needed? Enjoy today, it will not be back!
Friday, January 18, 2008
Words of Wisdom from Ruth Graham
This was sent to me today, and I just wanted to share it. . .
I've been feeling down today. Not just a touch of the blues, but a real, true, hurt to the heart down. I've tried praying, but it seems things have just gotten worse. So while I was waiting for the cable repairman to try and figure what was wrong with our connection, I picked up a book I recently received from the Billy Graham Evangelistic Association. It was written by Ruth Bell Graham and titled "Letters from Ruth's Attic". I turned to one chapter that touched me so deeply that I had to share it with all of you. It didn't put any answers in my hands, but it sure re-instilled some hope that was beginning to slip through my fingers. I pray it touches you too.
God Hears
The cat had kittens on the trundle bed in the downstairs guest room. We didn't think that was such a good idea, so we collected them and placed them on rags in a cardboard box in front of the kitchen fireplace until we could come up with something more suitable.
But the mother cat had a mind of her own. We watched with amusement as she entered the kitchen silently, stood on her back legs, front legs on the box, sniffing for her babies. Then leaping nimbly over the side, she checked them over, picked one up by the back of the neck, leaped out, and quietly returned it to the trundle bed. This was repeated until all that was left was the runt of the litter.
She did not come back. She may have been exhausted from her efforts, or she may have been busy playing lunch counter to the others. We waited.
Finally the tiny scrap in the bottom of the box let out more of a squeak than a mew. It was almost a non-sound.
Instantly, soundlessly, the mother cat appeared, bounded in and out of the box, the littlest kitten in her mouth, and carried it back to the guest room. Three doors, two rooms and two hallways away, and yet she heard. It wasn't even a full-fledged cry.
Nor are our prayers necessarily full-fledged prayers ~~ or even articulated cries for help. According to the Bible, God responds to our sighs, our tears and our murmurs. Even our longings can be interpreted as prayer. John Trapp said in commenting on Psalm 145, "The Lord is near to all that call upon Him; yea, He can feel breath when no voice can be heard for faintness."
God bless you Ruth Bell Graham.
Even in death, you still touch lives.
I've been feeling down today. Not just a touch of the blues, but a real, true, hurt to the heart down. I've tried praying, but it seems things have just gotten worse. So while I was waiting for the cable repairman to try and figure what was wrong with our connection, I picked up a book I recently received from the Billy Graham Evangelistic Association. It was written by Ruth Bell Graham and titled "Letters from Ruth's Attic". I turned to one chapter that touched me so deeply that I had to share it with all of you. It didn't put any answers in my hands, but it sure re-instilled some hope that was beginning to slip through my fingers. I pray it touches you too.
God Hears
The cat had kittens on the trundle bed in the downstairs guest room. We didn't think that was such a good idea, so we collected them and placed them on rags in a cardboard box in front of the kitchen fireplace until we could come up with something more suitable.
But the mother cat had a mind of her own. We watched with amusement as she entered the kitchen silently, stood on her back legs, front legs on the box, sniffing for her babies. Then leaping nimbly over the side, she checked them over, picked one up by the back of the neck, leaped out, and quietly returned it to the trundle bed. This was repeated until all that was left was the runt of the litter.
She did not come back. She may have been exhausted from her efforts, or she may have been busy playing lunch counter to the others. We waited.
Finally the tiny scrap in the bottom of the box let out more of a squeak than a mew. It was almost a non-sound.
Instantly, soundlessly, the mother cat appeared, bounded in and out of the box, the littlest kitten in her mouth, and carried it back to the guest room. Three doors, two rooms and two hallways away, and yet she heard. It wasn't even a full-fledged cry.
Nor are our prayers necessarily full-fledged prayers ~~ or even articulated cries for help. According to the Bible, God responds to our sighs, our tears and our murmurs. Even our longings can be interpreted as prayer. John Trapp said in commenting on Psalm 145, "The Lord is near to all that call upon Him; yea, He can feel breath when no voice can be heard for faintness."
God bless you Ruth Bell Graham.
Even in death, you still touch lives.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Last Ride
This is an article I wrote, it is dear to my heart and I wanted to share. . .
January 1st 2007,It was cold but clear. The motorcycles protected from the weather rested for the third month in our family room. My husband (Gus) recommended we go for a ride for the New Year. My first thought was burr! But I got out my leathers, stockings, jeans, and three layers of clothing. At this point I was starting to catch the excitement "wow this is going to be a super year", I thanked God in advance for 2007 to be my best year ever. I loved riding my Dyna Super Glide and did not need much convincing.As I maneuvered my motorcycle out of the family room, I felt as if it was freed from the prison it was put in. The excitement built as I fired it into life, hearing the rumble of the powerful motor. Now where to go? Gus suggested going to the local Starbucks, not too far, but a chance to get the wind in our faces! As I love coffee and this was such a cold day it was a wonderful suggestion - You bet, race you! My favorite thing to do was to start off quickly, as I knew Gus would take the bait and roar past me just because he could. What fun we had. We played cat and mouse all the way, as we maneuvered around the corners side by side - this was our dance. It takes a bit of skill and an intimacy of knowing the other riders ability and timing to enjoy this kind of ride. We got to Starbucks before we knew it but already we needed a bit of warming. I wrapped my hands around my coffee and just enjoyed the moment (these are to be remembered).Before our coffees were complete the snow started, a cold hard snow. Time to go, snow and motorcycles are not a good mix. The trip home was a careful one. The turns were a little more deliberate and the starts and stop more cautious. As we pulled into the carport I had a sigh of relief. Home safe and the bikes got to breathe.
This was too short a ride, how was I to know it would be our last together? Shortly after we found Gus had cancer, no more time for motorcycles.This Article is in memory of my Husband Gus (10/12/53 – 3/15/07)
January 1st 2007,It was cold but clear. The motorcycles protected from the weather rested for the third month in our family room. My husband (Gus) recommended we go for a ride for the New Year. My first thought was burr! But I got out my leathers, stockings, jeans, and three layers of clothing. At this point I was starting to catch the excitement "wow this is going to be a super year", I thanked God in advance for 2007 to be my best year ever. I loved riding my Dyna Super Glide and did not need much convincing.As I maneuvered my motorcycle out of the family room, I felt as if it was freed from the prison it was put in. The excitement built as I fired it into life, hearing the rumble of the powerful motor. Now where to go? Gus suggested going to the local Starbucks, not too far, but a chance to get the wind in our faces! As I love coffee and this was such a cold day it was a wonderful suggestion - You bet, race you! My favorite thing to do was to start off quickly, as I knew Gus would take the bait and roar past me just because he could. What fun we had. We played cat and mouse all the way, as we maneuvered around the corners side by side - this was our dance. It takes a bit of skill and an intimacy of knowing the other riders ability and timing to enjoy this kind of ride. We got to Starbucks before we knew it but already we needed a bit of warming. I wrapped my hands around my coffee and just enjoyed the moment (these are to be remembered).Before our coffees were complete the snow started, a cold hard snow. Time to go, snow and motorcycles are not a good mix. The trip home was a careful one. The turns were a little more deliberate and the starts and stop more cautious. As we pulled into the carport I had a sigh of relief. Home safe and the bikes got to breathe.
This was too short a ride, how was I to know it would be our last together? Shortly after we found Gus had cancer, no more time for motorcycles.This Article is in memory of my Husband Gus (10/12/53 – 3/15/07)
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
First Blog
Hey, l am learning about Blogging as I look into new avenues of internet opportunities. I feel that this is a challenge for me as I am a doer, not a communicator. For my first Blog I am specializing in Synergy (all working together for a common goal). This is truly what the internet is doing for us. . . Just like the Redwoods the internet ties all our roots togeather so we can come to each others assistance and share the nutrition from the Sun. Wow, that sounded pretty good, please feel free to give my your thoughts on Synergy, and how the internet ties us all together!
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