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Thank you

When I look at my stats, which is ‘how many look at or read’ my blog I could get depressed.
I am not.
The stats are just figures and it doesn’t bother me if 10 read it or 250 the goal is in sharing from my heart when I can and if I can’t …well it doesn’t happen that week.
When this blog began life was more quiet.
I had time to think, to process, to study, to process more and then to write.
The writing in 2010 was good, and it was deep and it was matters from my heart that were challenging and also encouraging.
In 2013 life is different.
I am more busy.
I am more tired.
The brain cells it takes to write a good writing are hiding somewhere.
The energy it takes to write a good writing is also in hibernation.
Most blog writers do not allow the numbers to throw them a depressing spin.
We write because we love it.
We write because we have something to say sometimes.
We write because we choose to share things with others with the hope that we can inspire or encourage or even challenge the reader.
When I look at my stats I will not let them bring me down or remove my hope.
It is perfectly fine to have 30 readers one day and 2 the next.
I am not allowing it to run my life or even affect my blog.
Whoever you are right now I thank you.
I thank you for even looking at this amateur blog writers words.
It is right and normal to climb up the scale of being a writer in a slow moving way.
I am not worried or affected by what the stats show me.
Thank you for standing by me and encouraging my dream.

Remembering

My gate 
and rocking horse 

from dad

Today is Father’s day.
A traditional day to pay our respects and honor to our ‘earthly’ dad’s and to say Thanks.
These are a few things my dad has made me.
A gate that separates our court yard and our back yard.
He came over to my house and attached it for me with my husband helping him.
The rocking horse actually arrived a year or two earlier.
It rocks with a clip clop sound and I believe he drew it out and then made it.
The lower picture of the gate is my ‘reminder’ that HE is my dad.
Given to me in love as a gesture of thanks for taking care of my sister when she was on hospice.
I will always treasure it.

He also made me a welcome sign for my door with his ’emblem’ the hat.
A symbol of dad and his years as a cowboy.
Happy Fathers day dad.
I am glad we have been able to see you through one more year.
At 86 we know that time is passing by and some day this day will just be a memory.
My husband is having his first ‘fathers day’ without his dad.
It is hard.
He died March 24 six months before his 92nd birthday.
We say happy Fathers day today to all the dad’s who do a good job and who walk alongside the children no matter how old they are.
I also thank God for my husband who has been a wonderful dad and grandpa.
God has blessed us with memories of love, compassion and challenges to help us grow stronger.
Happy Fathers day Dad’s.
Joining Diedra on Jumping tandem and the Sunday Community.

Listen

The Friday challenge is to write for five minutes on one word with no editing and no corrections.

The word for the day is: Listen
When I thought of the word of the year as with other years I waited to see what the Lord was going to reveal to me.
After prayer and waiting the word that came was Quiet.
Now the first things that come to mind are the beach, alone or almost alone, waves crashing and wind blowing softly.
A time of reflection and meditation and just enjoying the silence of the word Quiet.
This last month another ‘type’ of meaning for the word has come to my attention.
Sometimes the best thing one can do is LISTEN.
BE still.
Do not give an opinion.
Listen… listen to words shared by others and also to behavior through what is not shared.
With our grand children living here with us it has proven to be wonderful and challenging.
The reason they are here was not easy, peaceful or safe.
I have needed to be quiet and LISTEN.
To matters of the heart and matters of the soul.
When some one hurts another through insensitive behavior or words.
Matters of the heart become necessary to open up and heal.
The words sticks and stones will break my bones but words will never harm me.
Are wrong.
Words cut to the core and wound on many levels.
The key to sharing and loving another in crisis is Listening.
Without hearing the words of the wounded one there is no solid change or chance of healing.
Listen.
The hardest six letter word we can ever challenge ourselves to do.
Do not give opinions. Do not instruct.
Just listen.

To write it

The idea is to write it so that people hear it and it slides through the brain and goes straight to the heart.   Maya Angelou
Joining Deidra on jumping tandem and the Sunday Community.

 

A new time

The writing prompt this week is the word : Fall
(you write for five minutes with no editing then publish without looking back)
So many I have read are writing about the normal thought of falling… like as in holding on and being safe.
But I immediately think of the season of fall.
I love it.
The coolness. The colors. The beautiful pictures that God paints throughout the land with leaves of many colors and cloud formations of deep grays and blacks and it so reminds of hunkering down and slowing our pace and having tea and warm fires in the fireplace.
Yes it is summer now and in most places the temperature is in the eighties. 
But this is not my favorite time of year.
I love warm sweaters and flannel shirts or soft Henley’s that pull over ones head with warm fuzzy slippers and socks to match.
I love fall.
The preparation of dying outside and moving into the winter quiet.
I also love the fact that it is our anniversary.
This year our fortieth. 
Yes for forty years we have spent many fall months celebrating our beginning days.
Fall… 
It is a new time of life. 
For school children it is the challenge of new classes, new friends and new teachers.
For adults it is a centering back into a routine that we can live with and also the small beginnings of changes for everyone.
We wait with anticipation. 
And we learn to be thankful while we wait in this new time.

Life

Life has been a bit crazy lately.
Our daughter and her three daughters are living with us for a season and it has been both wonderful and challenging.
The biggest challenge has been driving the girls to school every day.
It is a 35 mile drive each way from our home.
That equals 140 miles per day.
Driving… driving… driving which also includes munching on snacks,
waiting…for school to get out and driving more.
When it is my turn to drive I leave at 6:45 am dropping the 3rd graders off  before 8 am then I drive the 8th grader to her school and we wait till 8:20 and then I head back home arriving at 9:20 on a good driving day.
Then I have to leave near 1:10 to pick the little girls up at 2:30 and then we drive back to the middle school for a 3:30 pick up (which means we wait) then we head home and arrive near 4:30. Last week there were auditions for the talent show and I got home around 6:00 pm.
We only have to do this till June 12th at that point we will celebrate.
If you wondered where my blogging has gone this grandma is a tad busy and will return after the 12th.
(Oh I will return before that but it won’t be intense writing my brain is not ready for that yet)
We are happy to have them here with us.
We are even more happy they are safe and protected.
We are learning to adjust and be flexible.
What are you learning these days?


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