Good mornin' y'all....

"Good mornin' y'all"... my first words on fb nearly everyday....  

Followed by a bit of friendly advice, or something someone else has shared.  A picture, some lines of scripture, or a thought or two. Some words to hopefully encourage me or you, and hopefully make our days a little bit brighter.  When I type those words, on my facebook page, I try to put a smile on my face, and make my spirit light and sunny, and hope that I never come off sounding fake, but I don't mind if I do sound funny.  Funny and crazy is what I like to be.  To make people laugh, even if it makes sometimes a fool of me.... what the heck, it is okay, as long as it makes for you, a happier, light-hearted day.

We all have struggles in our lives, and we carry burdens that are very heavy at times, but why do we need to share those with EVERYone?  We really don't.  People like to hear about, and read about, good times, and upbeat, positive things. Of course sometimes they like to know that they (all of us) are not the only ones with troubles, and woes, and for those times, we can let them know they are not alone, though, still in a positive way.  However, in my opinion, our innermost, most personal feelings really are not to be put on a page, that has our name on the top of it, for all of the WORLD (so to speak) to see. Reeeally?  Do you think?  Noooo, I don't, anyhow... that is what we have our closest friends for, those within our innermost inner circle... they DO WANT to know, but even they do not want to feel totally stressed, or over-burdened, by our troubles, and neither do we, with theirs.  

Just sayin' here, I guess... I really don't want to put all of my worst on my fb page (nor do I like to read it on other's) ... I feel it should be a place for a GOOD STORY, maybe a funny joke, or a happy- tear-filled moment, that can touch the hearts of many.  Not a place to air our dirty laundry, for sure, or a place to have a dispute!  We really all are alot alike, though we are so very different and unique. That is truly what makes the world go 'round.... God made us that way for a reason.  Soooo.... let's try to share the goooood stuff, on the "face of our book"... Smile, and be grateful, let others know what we feel, what we have to be thankful for, share a picture of the clouds, or a rainbow, or maybe your sweet fur baby, or (GRAND)child, but keep it light y'all... encourage, uplift, give hope, share faith, bring joy.... thank God, and tell all of those who you love that you do, many times..... it's even okay to get a little sappy once in awhile... it will make your skin tingle, in a good way!  Be brave to share a story where you were touched by an angel, if you want... even Maxine will not mind if you post and re-post her, but just be careful with your words out there.... if they are not good words, they can hurt and bruise someone else, and you may never even know it.  Or you might know it, because it could result in the loss of a friendship, or other relationship!  As most of us have heard growing up, "If you don't have anything nice to say, say nothing at all."... well, that is a good practice to not only live by, but "facebook" by.

You can never be sure how another will "take" the words you write, because words read on a page will never have the infliction that they will when you say them with your voice.... you can only 'hope' that the other one reading your words understands how you mean them, and sometimes they still don't when you try to explain yourself.  Sometimes it might be too late.... you can say I'm sorry, but you can never take back words after they come out, either spoken or written.

So "Good mornin' y'all" ... and just take this little bit of advice, from one who knows... be careful what you "say"--- and have yourself a happy, happy day.  :)   Blessings, <3 ~me

Decisions, Decisions

Why is it so hard for me to make a simple decision?  Why do I always have to look at everything, try out every style, every color, every design?  I cannot even recall what time it was when I got started on designing the background, etc., for my blog page. (yes, designing, though I know it doesn't really look "designed"!)  I had to try practically every one of the designs, and all of the colors, and most of the fonts, then the size of the font.  I just couldn't decide... which color looked best, what style I wanted, then should I choose the sea, the sky, some trees, or the ocean?  Why don't they just give us a hand full of options?  Then it wouldn't take so long to make a decision.  And AFTER all of the time I spent... ok, look around ... and yes ..... THIS  is what I ended up with... composition notebook paper! Reeeeeally?  Yes, really.  I drive my own self crazy when I am out shopping too.  If anyone else is with me well, I usually drive them crazy as well.  Don't even get me started on going to the grocery store.  Oh no.  I haven't the time tonight .... besides I am about to fall over asleep.  Good night y'all.  Tomorrow's another day... but if I have to make any decisions, it will still be the same.  Guess it is one of the quirky things about me. 

UNSHELVED WORDS: From Sixteen to Sixty

UNSHELVED WORDS: From Sixteen to Sixty

A blank page...

It says NEW BLOG.... I click that button... a new page comes up... a blank page.  It is here.  Now.  Waiting for my fingers to start to click.  The keys on the keyboard.  Words rush through my mind... they come through my finger tips, putting words on this "paper"... this screen.  Words that come only from my mind!  MY mind. wow. Mind you, others have had similar thoughts, and sometimes I might think the very same thing that I see others have written... but when this BLANK PAGE appears, and the keys start to click, the words are only mine... MINE.... that come out... and make this blank page fill with WORDS... MY WORDS.  Amazing.  It is to me, anyway.... because my mind I've always felt was not "all that"... for lack of a better way to put it... I've never thought of myself as very smart, intelligent-wise, but I realize I'm not a dummy, either.  BUT STILL... when I see these words start to appear upon this page, I am amazed anew each time, a blank page appears.  Because I know that I can think!  And I can type, or write... whichever the case may be (but preferably type of late, it is so much easier and less painful on my old joints).  But my words come through my fingers, and appear upon a page, for me to read, and whomever else sees them and chooses to.  It is a real gift, one I've always taken for granted, or not thought alot about anyway... I figure everybody can write, but some folks tell me "nooo I cannot., not me".  They just don't realize that they can.  But there are those of us, who just HAVE to write, whether we think we can or not.  We just do.  Oh yes, there are "dry spells" when we seem to be unable to put word-one on said blank page. But I think we really only think of them as such. I am thinking right this minute, that "gee wish now I had written more over these past years, what was I waiting for?:  Well, there were a few years that I did have two daughters to help raise, and lawd there are alot of things that go into raising children, no matter which gender they are.  It takes a big part of your TIME, and you think... I do not have the luxury to sit and write.  So I didn't... many times.  Once in awhile, for a few years, or so, I would wake in the early, early morning, get my coffee, pen, and paper (of many various kinds, or journals, notepad, whatever...they are everywhere.  Thus, a REAL PLUS to have said laptop and a BLOGSPOT to come to now!)... okay, where was I?  Oh yes, I would take my coffee and "writing tools" and head out to the deck out back where I could listen to the birds as they would awaken, in the still quietness of the morning, when I was hoping most everyone else was still asleep... and alot were, maybe some up and getting ready for their day.... but many times on the week-end I had a good bit of QUIET TIME out there.... it was lovely.... The sky would turn from gray gradually to a shade of  blue, then the sun would start to come up and the dew would start to dry out... and the birdies would sing a little louder, or more of them would wake up and get going, and I would write as I sipped my coffee, and enjoyed that time of day, alone, only with my thoughts, and my coffee and my pen and paper, and the birds and the trees... Not that I ever thought that the words I would write would be earth-shaking or life-changing... sometimes I would kind of be "guarded" because I would think, I don't want anyone to ever read this, and think I was crazy, or off-my-rocker, or possibly "over the edge", as some of the stuff my early writing might sound like I was... but gee I really didn't want anyone to read those words. But I continued to put pen to paper and the words came out.  The ones I never wanted anyone to read maybe got trashed, or something.  Some may still be hanging around in some dark dusty box somewhere, and if anyone finds them, and don't really like what I wrote, they can choose not to read it, and can think anything of me that they want... I most likely will not be there to care anymore anyway.  If it were someone reading them, who loved me, I would hope they would sift those words with care, and know that they were just words, my words, and move along.  Maybe toss them in the trash, then if they will. Not to worry, not there no mo' so it's all good.  But then if they read something they liked, and/or wanted to keep all the better.  The words are there, the words are here... saying just what is coming through my mind, out my fingers, onto these keys... typing letters one by one, making words, my words, my thoughts... onto a blank page.  Wow.  

What I see in the Mirror

When I look into the mirror, Lord

this is what I see... 

not the me that You made me, Lord, 

I only see just me.

A Me, I hardly recognize,

for this reason, or another, 

I feel I'm someone different Lord,

someone kinda like my mother.

The bags, beneath my eyelids, Lord,

those circles, dark and swelled,

are just reminders to me Lord, 

that I'm not doing quite so well. 

That girl, this woman, I see there Lord, 

I barely recognize,

Though, as she never grew taller Lord,

she has sure grown 
from side to side.

With hair that's sparse, 

and thinning skin,  

please help her now to realize, Lord
 SHE does still reside within. ....

A different version, 
of herself, dear Lord,
who's older 
by many years, 
a little wiser, yes
she hopes so Lord,  
though, she's still trying
to overcome some fears.   

Thoughts to ponder....

>  How can you help someone who will not even help themselves?

>  How do you know you cannot do something if you haven't even tried?

>  How can you have an "open mind", if you are continually thinking negatively?

>  Why do you think that YOU cannot make a difference... by just doing one NICE thing randomly each day?

>  How can you look outside, and NOT KNOW the GLORY of GOD?  HE is everywhere!

>  Why do you not think that you are important, if you think that everyone else is?

>  How on Earth can you NOT chase a Rainbow?  ....  :/

>  Why is it that we have to wait 'til we are OLDER to realize so many things that we wish we had known "then"?  

>  How do we even think that WE can help someone else if they cannot help themselves? 

> How can it be that "we have a friend that feels closer than a brother"?  Isn't "blood thicker than water"?  

>  How can relatives FIGHT over money, when they have just lost a loved one?

>  Why don't we give ourselves the same kindnesses that we show others with?  

>  Why do the little things that bothered me once, not mean an ounce of difference to me today?

>  Why is it that it is the "LITTLE THINGS" (different kind of  little things than mentioned above) that mean the most?   

>  Why do we feel that we wanna go back, but not make the same mistakes again?  

>  Do we not realize that our Lives would be totally changed, if we did the above? 

>  Why does it feel that Time has passed soooo quickly, while on the other hand, it wasn't really that long ago?

>  Why is it that some people do not even open their blinds every day, and let the SUN SHINE IN?  

>  How can I not realize that THIS LIST could go on forever?  

..... to be continued.....