Posting on my blog…
Today I was looking at Facebook. Something I would like to be able to do everyday, but some days are filled with to much. While looking it was discovered that my daughter started a blog of her own. Below are a few of her words that stood out. May me stop and ponder what she was saying.
“How much do you know about them?” and “For me, I'll admit it, I'm scared. Fear is the very thing that is keeping me from telling others what's truly wrong in my life. And it's the same very thing that is keeping me from asking others what's wrong in their life, and truly driving to find out if I can help.” (Read the whole blog at Jubilee's Blog)
Good job, Sweetie.
Mom
Monday, November 1, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Blogs - UNDER CONSTRUCTION
*giggles*
I suppose at times I should not have so many blogs, the theory was that one would hold Second Life stuff and another would hold stuff that would be more public in nature. A sight that I would not really care if my family saw. I found I have two more that I had forgotten about. One very old one I redid and started something there too. I am still not sure how to organize things or what to use the different posts for. Please be patient while I work it out.
I suppose at times I should not have so many blogs, the theory was that one would hold Second Life stuff and another would hold stuff that would be more public in nature. A sight that I would not really care if my family saw. I found I have two more that I had forgotten about. One very old one I redid and started something there too. I am still not sure how to organize things or what to use the different posts for. Please be patient while I work it out.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Quote
This morning this comment was made to me. It was good so I wanted to share it with you.
"We can only be responsible for that which we have control."
-- Talley
"We can only be responsible for that which we have control."
-- Talley
Thursday, September 16, 2010
The Lost Art of the Handwritten Words
The books begin again, these handwritten notes of life. While knowing that I could use a computer and be a lot faster, it is in moments when one must slow ones self and measure of silence can be found. Someday they maybe found anew. For now, they are my thoughts written for me; later when I have dies and gone from this world may others find them entertaining. THIS IS NOT MEANT TO BE ACCURATE OR COMPLETE. IT WILL BE ONE SIDED AND FULL OF EMOTION. Nothing that is to held against anyone. Keep that in mind as you read these pages and the words that they contain.
Slow your mind and write your thoughts with a pen and paper.
Slow your mind and write your thoughts with a pen and paper.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
ABOUT TO CHANGE
You know that moment right before it begins to rain or the moment just before the wind changes direction. You notice the quiet and the air seems to hang. Rather as if the world had just took a deep breath and it will start spinning again. Nevertheless, just now everything holds for just pause to prepare for what lies ahead. What ever is out there in front you will see soon. You may not know what or how things are going to change just that they are.
It is in this moment, that one little moment that I find myself. The preparation for the events, which lay out in front of me like a path that you just are not able to see yet. The unknown way you will do. The only thing that you know for sure is that it will not be like what it is right now. Some decision or event is about to change everything in most likely a way you have never though of.
There is no way to prepare for the moments that will follow. All that you are able to do is hold still and take that deep breath with the rest of the world right before it takes off again. There is that unknown path with the twists and turns that lies out there before me. Hidden in the fog there is a change coming.
This is usually the time in which I panic and try so hard to stay right were I am. There I am not moving, frozen in the fear of the shift that I am unable to prevent. Not knowing if it is a good thing or a bad thing, I have always feared that it would be the bad. To many time in my life the turn has been something that I do not want, something bad that I cannot change. I find that I am no longer the eternal optimist but I wait for the hit with something new that will hurt and tear my heart apart opening the old wounds once again.
The hope I once had of a happy future now just waits for the end. The will come a time when the pain will no longer hurt anymore. Yet I want to believe there is good coming. Surely, with so many bad turns odds are that there is something special hiding in the fog just out of sight.
Then is comes the rain pours down and the wind shifts to blow once again. Bracing yourself again what is coming you stand facing the wind. Prepared as much as you are able to be, ready to meet this new thing head on.
Do you see it yet? What is it? Where does the path go? Tell me… what is coming?
(Note: repeated after some edits on another site.)
It is in this moment, that one little moment that I find myself. The preparation for the events, which lay out in front of me like a path that you just are not able to see yet. The unknown way you will do. The only thing that you know for sure is that it will not be like what it is right now. Some decision or event is about to change everything in most likely a way you have never though of.
There is no way to prepare for the moments that will follow. All that you are able to do is hold still and take that deep breath with the rest of the world right before it takes off again. There is that unknown path with the twists and turns that lies out there before me. Hidden in the fog there is a change coming.
This is usually the time in which I panic and try so hard to stay right were I am. There I am not moving, frozen in the fear of the shift that I am unable to prevent. Not knowing if it is a good thing or a bad thing, I have always feared that it would be the bad. To many time in my life the turn has been something that I do not want, something bad that I cannot change. I find that I am no longer the eternal optimist but I wait for the hit with something new that will hurt and tear my heart apart opening the old wounds once again.
The hope I once had of a happy future now just waits for the end. The will come a time when the pain will no longer hurt anymore. Yet I want to believe there is good coming. Surely, with so many bad turns odds are that there is something special hiding in the fog just out of sight.
Then is comes the rain pours down and the wind shifts to blow once again. Bracing yourself again what is coming you stand facing the wind. Prepared as much as you are able to be, ready to meet this new thing head on.
Do you see it yet? What is it? Where does the path go? Tell me… what is coming?
(Note: repeated after some edits on another site.)
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