When were are born into this world our life is but a single thread.
Every day we live adds another thread to our life.
How were live each day determines what that thread is, a strong fiber or a weak fiber. A large thick colorful yard or a thin plan thread.
Every day is weaved together to tell the story of our life.
So at the end of our days will your life be a small plain rag or a large colorful blanket that your loved ones can wrap themselves in and comfort themselves. Knowing that your live was lived for them.
Like fairytales we believed as children, we often tell ourselves lies to convince ourselves we need to believe them. Often, we are just hopelessly searching for that answer(s) to our many questions. The ones where we are seeking love, approval, hope, and support. This was and still is in many ways, myself. Regardless of our plight in life, or the path we find ourselves on, we often scramble to make meaning of it all. I am not sure we will ever truly find all we seek to find. That does not mean I will give up or in. Neither should you give up.
Our battles, our searches may be different in nature, but we all want desperately to succeed in our personal quests. We all look to someone or something else for all we wish to have or be. It is the way of nature, the way of things. All who search, are not lost. Did you get that? All who seek are not lost! Sometimes, we just want more, want to see how far we can actually go. Other times we are just finding our place in this life. I believe we all have meaning and we all have our own personal gifts that are of use to more than ourselves. We are here, I think to be an instrument, if you will, to someone or something else.
Varying thoughts, I am sure you have. What are your thoughts? How do you know? How can you really be sure what it is you were meant to be? Well as personal as underwear, the reasons are too. No one else can help you find out, no one can possibly know what you, yourself, needs. Quit looking for others to do this! Look inside your thought, your feelings, your desires, and needs. Your answer or at least something leading to the answer is in all that.
Fairytales give us dreams of grand things. Reality takes our dreams and puts a spin of perspective and realism to our fairytales.
Don’t live in the fairytale of life, live in the reality of it. No, it won’t be all good, or even all bad! It will be a true one though. One you can physically feel and in a sense, see. It is okay to dream, to fantasize, as long as you come back to the real world. No, hope is not dead. Hope is real, without it, we would make no head way, no forwards, no start, in life. What would be the purpose, without HOPE.
Hope+ Effort+ Opportunity= Moving Forward
Help yourself, hold onto hope, see things as they really are and could be.
Everything is a reaction of an equal and opposite reaction.Just a few thoughts.
I have been a busy bee around here. Lots of stuff to keep me busy. I tend to my flowers, my garden, my pets, my grandkids, and my home/ family.
It isn’t too often get to just sit and relax. Sometimes, I really look forward to the actual sitting. My foot has been swelling here lately and I am trying to take it easy on it. Since being a diabetic and learning how important watching our feet and fingers, etc. , is I try extra when I have an issue with them.
I have also been SlOwLy working through editing my poems in order to make another book. This time, I hope to do a super job with spelling and grammar. It is harder than it looks. I have do many poems that I have wrote. I have printed out over hundreds butthatisnotsll of them. I use to post weekly on my personal Facebook. I would try to print them off but never seemed to catch them all. So there are more floating around somewhere.
I first published my poems on Poetry.com. That website closed and I lost some of my amateur poems. I did not have any saved. I wish had of. They were raw and full of improper poetry rythmn but they were true to heart. I have saw that that site sent done of it’s patrons work to another place. I should look into that.
Writing poems, for me, started off as a way of letting my hurt heart heal. I figured that once people started suggesting I write to be published, I thought, ” Why not!” I did not know they could impact people. The one’s who could identify with them because they meant something. That made me smile. I was in a none direct way, helping others.
I have 3 books and 1 kindle book. I wish they had been grammatically and otherwise accurate. They were not. I had a time during trying to publish them. My laptop crashed, my editor program did not catch mistakes, previewing them proved to be a challenge. I could not get it all to work. Still I published them. Some how I managed that. I hopemy next book is awesome. I really do.
I believe to heal one must find ways to let go of our emotions. Mine is definitely music and poetry. I feel more adequate with those expressions, so much more than in verbal expression. I sometimes get tongue-tied when speaking. I had always hated talking in front of a crowd. Singing in front of a crowd never bothered me. I knew my worth, in singing. In speaking I get intimidate a bunch. Poetry writing, well it is natural, like breathing, for me.
I just wanted to extend some more about myself, let my readers know me a little better.
I also want my readers to know I appreciate your faithful following and the many times you click ”Like”, and commenting.
Thanks guys! And I shall see you on this side of the rainbow!🌈
Hey everybody! Hope everyone is fairing well this Friday!
I am going to express a few random thoughts, not in any particular order.
I love waking to the bright beautiful sunshine. It makes the start of another day, somewhat special.
I am drinking coffee and sitting here scrolling WP reader and reading some posts from you guys.
I love a community that gives back to one another and I believe WP can do that and often times does.
I love the variety and I am hoping my webpage gives that to others. I try and hit things that reach a different genre of folks.
Tomorrow, I will attempt to do some outside gardening. I hope to put some “already growing “veggies in the ground. My seeds I started inside during March and this month, have long since been planted. Some were great and are doing fine, while others are not. I have something eating my peas and I am not a happy camper. I have hung dangly things and fencing and I am not sure what else to do. We shall see how it goes.
I live with my two grandkids and my daughter, their mother. To say life is boring is a far stretch from reality. I enjoy the precious time I have with them. Although they love to be mischievous and a handful at times. I think it keeps me young and keeps me going. This was not how I pictured my life, at the age, I am now, but I am glad that God saw fit for me to have this most precious time with them. Kids grow up way to fast and in 20 years or sooner, they can move onto their own life and sometimes you rarely see them. I am never going to regret the time spent with my own kids or my grandkids.
I am currently, and very slowly, working on another poetry book. I want to give insight and hope to others. My life was never easy and was not handed to me with bows and balloons, or gift wrapped even. I learned painfully and strategically how to do what I wanted and get to where I needed to be, to feel safe and loved and happy. Still, actually, I am working on it with each day. It is a thing that takes time and work.
Learning to trust has never been my forte’ but I am trying to let go of my insecurities and shortcomings. What we learn as a kid and how we are treated will pass into our adult life. We need to grab the reigns and hold on and make it go where we need it to go.
I am getting much older than I ever really thought about. So this time in my life is something I am trying to learn. It brings new challenges and new things. I hope to go through this life more gracefully and sure-footed.
Thank you to all who genuinely care for others. That is what I am sure, life is all about. So many of us are hurting and lonely and misguided. So many are treated cruelly and permanently messed up because of the people that were or are in their life. We all can try to reach out a hand to others and try to love with kindness and concern. Love like that is a genuine love.
I have so much more to share or say, but I will save that for another time. Thank you all for reading, for following, for your comments and your appreciation.
"If you are going to write, write from the heart." MwsR
"Life has not been the easiest, but it could certainly been worse!" MwsR
Life is about doing all you can to help others.
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