There is no secret No perfect way to handle All the things life gives – It is only now, living Through each moment, we are, have. Alarm bells clanging, Favorite songs playing, blare, Everything is there To keep us wanting, needing – Engaged in doing, being. We are the present Happening over, in time, Carrying talent Gifts to share fairly and kind Leaving no regrets behind. Love is our reason Even when we cannot rhyme In all the doing Filling each second of life – Understanding the plot line.
I reach but let go, time and again. This week I won the Roses. I accomplished unexpected things. Give yourself figurative roses for what you did well.
I finished some paperwork of a mandatory description. I ordered (first time) groceries online and picked them up, saving effort and time. I contacted the insurance company twice to resolve an issue that was a considerable cost. I attempted to empower a friend. I began a routine I hope will strengthen the portions of my body that are causing discomfort and are debilitating. I finished Lore which I mentioned I was reading in an earlier post.
I am in the mood to give this site up, but I am not one to bail on things I start. I could go; I have to have some serious debate with myself over it.
Is there something you are finding hard to continue? You realize your unique combination of skill and intellect is a given no one else can match or share. You have purpose and reason; everything for someone depends on you. Think before you quit; remember, believe in yourself and what you contribute. You are a light for faith, grace, mercy, and love. Hey, though, do not prove it by me or anyone else; you have to be the proof to yourself.
I am just someone ready to stop what I love because it is not enough for good. The whole thing is up in contention for if it will make me feel like it wins Roses.
1] Even though I took Pills, sleep was temporary, Stranger to my bed Taking me for some trouble Disturbing blankets cover. 2] Someone other needs To take all these things over, Creativity Is more vibrant a demand Than any competency. 3] Tunnels brisk ended Further moves cannot be made, Impossible is Given upon blocking up Paths beyond this here today.
Prompt Your life is full-bore those things you need to create. Catch it; take the shot.
Gratitude List 1. Reading 2. Choosing to do this no matter how I feel. 3. Central heat.
I thank you for visiting Haphazard Creative. Yesterday’s entry was grand though I posted it early. Click the like button, follow the site, come back when you care to do so. Recommend the site to those you think might like it. Blessings.
As most of you may know, I lost my Mom several years ago after being her full-time caregiver for some years.
We both collected cups, although Mom had an altogether more impressive cache having had more money to spend.
We were active in CBC as long as she could go without danger or humiliation. In the singles group, I met Bernice, but she soon became a treasured friend of us both. She gave my Mom the cup above, which is by far one of the most unique I have seen.
This work of art was stored in a curio cabinet in the common area. A few weeks ago, as I was walking my circle through the house, I heard the beginning of a crash.
I was right beside the cabinet on my path, and an assortment of glass, ceramic, and china things Mom collected and painted fell out on the floor. The stud that held the shelf let go and tilted so that with the accumulated weight, the door opened, and much tumbled out to shatter.
The unique cup Bernice gifted Mom was not on that shelf, thankfully. I have been moving it around the house, hoping to keep it safe.
I was crushed that several figures Mom painted after I taught her how to help with her tremors were destroyed. I hope there are no such future occurrences.
I think this cup is so unusual; I thought I would share.
Home is the hearth, heart, of all abundant things, which come with daily living. Where blessings shine on faces, dearer than the self. Time lingers just a while in passing, sufferings to lessen, teachings to impart, reminding no matter what has occurred, God is near.
Choosing a place to make a home is a painstaking task, a time-consuming selection. A feeling comes at the threshold, a sensation that angels are not far off and soon returning. Though work needed may be severe, still, joy fills the soul when into its home coming.
Home, here is only for a space, a time, for other shores are calling. One can find a bit of peace, but greater peace awaits upon seeing Jesus’ face. When Heaven’s gates open to admit a soul, then all the pleasure of home will overwhelm with multiplication. All the dissatisfactions of the world will cease, and perfect joy will be complete.