Holly Marsh set out to conquer the entryway clutter issue by turning a common household item into a clever organizational system. She found this vintage shutter at a local thrift store and hung it up next to the back door where everyone comes and goes. Then, she placed S hooks and clothespins on the wooden slats to hold everyone’s keys and outgoing mail, invitations and other important memos. An old wooden box below keeps often-worn shoes contained, too. Now there’s no excuse for missing keys, lost invites or misplaced bills.
I wonder where you set your heart, While the world is falling apart in your soul? Do you just untie the strings and let things go? My heart is not able to take the hurt and pain See my actions I have had to restrain I really had hope, well, just a little That I would see good things not bad, somewhere in the middle.
My soul is broken, my mind is tired I wish there would be a restful day, instead things are getting mired. How do you make someone see the full picture? Do you grab them and shake them, because that is what I figure? When a person’s soul is so torn When the past can’t be reborn
What is there left at the final part? Why does it feel that I have a shattered heart? So much in so few days Nothing really left to say? Inward it is a battle, Outward I am like a kid trying to fit in an adult sized saddle.
“Some of God’s greatest gifts are UNANSWERED prayers.”🎶
I have slowly realized this as I age. Notice I wrote age not get old…lol I sometimes contemplate my whole life, the good, the bad, the unpredictable, the messy, the sadness, and pain, the joy, the same, and it is overwhelming at times. Much of what I thought I wanted, I really didn’t. Much of what I thought I needed, more than not, it was not true. Why do we presume that we can control our lives in every facet? Do we not know from past times and lots of “do-overs”, we can’t! I guess the important lesson we should take from this is, that taking one step forward sometimes is all we can do and wanting something doesn’t mean we need it. Learn to let yourself off the hook because there is no way we know what all we really need nor do we know what is always best for us. We are bound to mess up. We are going to seek the wrong things at times. That is just our nature. Trust that there is an Almighty power at work in this life. Look to him for your answers.
The Patient Cat was published in Ms. Richards’ collection of morality tales and poems, The Pig Brother and Other Fables and Stories (1881). Is it always wise to wait? Timing is everything in this feline morality tale.
A. N. Komarov, Wildcat in the Caucasus Mountains, 1905
HEN the spotted cat first found the nest, there was nothing in it, for it was only just finished. So she said, “I will wait!” for she was a patient cat, and the summer was before her. She waited a week, and then she climbed up again to the top of the tree, and peeped into the nest. There lay two lovely blue eggs, smooth and shining.
The spotted cat said, “Eggs may be good, but young birds are better. I will wait.” So she waited; and while she was waiting, she caught mice and rats, and washed herself and slept, and did all that a spotted cat should do to pass the time away.
When another week had passed, she climbed the tree again and peeped into the[58] nest. This time there were five eggs. But the spotted cat said again, “Eggs may be good, but young birds are better. I will wait a little longer!”
So she waited a little longer and then went up again to look. Ah! there were five tiny birds, with big eyes and long necks, and yellow beaks wide open. Then the spotted cat sat down on the branch, and licked her nose and purred, for she was very happy. “It is worth while to be patient!” she said.
But when she looked again at the young birds, to see which one she should take first, she saw that they were very thin,—oh, very, very thin they were! The spotted cat had never seen anything so thin in her life.
“Now,” she said to herself, “if I were to wait only a few days longer, they would grow fat. Thin birds may be good, but fat birds are much better. I will wait!”
So she waited; and she watched the father-bird bringing worms all day long to the nest, and said, “Aha! they must be fattening fast! they will soon be as fat as I wish them to be. Aha! what a good thing it is to be patient.”
At last, one day she thought, “Surely, now they must be fat enough! I will not wait another day. Aha! how good they will be!”
So she climbed up the tree, licking her chops all the way and thinking of the fat young birds. And when she reached the top and looked into the nest, it was empty!!
Then the spotted cat sat down on the branch and spoke thus, “Well, of all the horrid, mean, ungrateful creatures I ever saw, those birds are the horridest, and the meanest, and the most ungrateful! Mi-a-u-ow!!!!”
The Land of Nod is from Robert Louis Stevenson’s collection, A Child’s Garden of Verses (1905).
Dreamy Pixel, Dark Mountain Panorama, 2015
From breakfast on through all the day
At home among my friends I stay,
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the Land of Nod.
All by myself I have to go,
With none to tell me what to do—
All alone beside the streams
And up the mountain sides of dreams.
The strangest things are there for me,
Both things to eat and things to see,
And many frightening sights abroad
Till morning in the land of Nod.
Try as I like to find the way,
I never can get back by day,
Nor can remember plain and clear
The curious music that I hear.
Mws R Writings 