Friday, August 31, 2012

Weekly Wordzzle Challenge # 214


There are rumors afoot that I will not be the only wordzzler this week, which makes me even more apologetic for posting a couple of hours later than normal. I was thinking I'd try to do my exercises this evening, but since I'm trying not to fall asleep as I type this, I guess they will wait until tomorrow.

I'm not the Lone Wordzzler this week! Yee ha!  I am however the sucky wordzzler. I am just dragging through the process. Have a ten-word done but it's lame and am having to fight to go on. Helps to have the incentive of being able to read what someone else has written when I'm done to spur me on.  

3:45 - I have everything I wrote today. So it goes. The last piece it isn't autobiographical, by the way... just sort of incoherent.

Words for this week's 10-word challenge were: vocalize, vandal, virtue, visitor, vim and vigor, vermillion, vague, vacuous, vines, validate  And for the mini:  voodoo, vixen, veracity, valid, vital

My mega:

Virtually every visitor to Veronica Vixen's Vermillion Vines Spa and Resort came away raving about the place. You could hardly stop them from vocalizing the praises of their hostess and the wonders of the hospitality. "I arrived at Vermillion Vines dispirited, with vague and vacuous feelings of ennui. It was as though some vandal had stolen my passion for life. A week of Veronica Vixen's mix of good food, relaxation and exercise and I am a new woman. I feel vital again, full of vim and vigor. My enthusiasm for life has been renewed. Some competitors questioned the validity and veracity of these testimonials, coming, as they did from a half dozen blond bomb-shells whose ages ranged between 25 and 30.  Others accused her of engaging in some kind of voodoo and demanded that some of these former guests validate their claims. The truth of the matter - using that term somewhat loosely - is that although the testimonials were something of a scam (six of  her daughter's colleagues in the fashion business had been given a free week in payment for speaking well of the place), the virtues they ascribed to Vermillion Vines were quite real. Lucky for Veronica, the negative attention of the controversy was quickly eclipsed by the true magic of her hospitality and the peaceful beauty - the vermillion vines were real - of the land on which the Spa was situated.  


My mini:

When the evil witch had turned her into a vixen using some kind of magical voodoo, Princess Veracity originally felt it was the worst possible thing that could happen. To her amazement, however, although the life of a fox was not easy by any means, she had never felt so vital and alive as she did in her current form. Not that she didn't hope to be returned to her human state, she very much hoped to be restored to human form and to be married to Prince Hubert. None-the-less, she felt it was a valid statement to say that the past four months living as a fox had been some of the best times of her life. That said, she was ready to go home, have a hot bath, a good meal and plan her wedding. Even if it was good in the short term, the virtue of living as a fox had it's limits and they were just about up, particularly since hunting season was approaching and she did not fancy that there would be any upside at all to experiencing the fox-side of a hunt. Nope. She was ready to go home.


And the 10-word:   

Now that I am reaching antiquity, I am waiting for the promised virtues of old age to start materializing. I thought being old was supposed to make me wiser. Instead, I find I am often somewhat vague and vacuous in my thoughts. My vim and vigor is vacationing somewhere with some young person. And the blows to my vanity are awful! Blood vessels that look like thick vines now decorate my legs. The thick vermillion hair that made me so proud has turned to a dull gray.... and it's THIN. I, alas, am not thin. I feel like a visitor in this body that used to be my friend. So I'm here today to vocalize what others won't tell you. Age is a vandal that never stops stealing from you. I won't say it's all bad - there are some freedoms that come with falling apart - but I refuse to validate the myth that was passed down to me about how awesome it is to get old. It was a con job. That said, it beats being dead... at least so far. So here's my advice. Enjoy your youth. Bask in it. Savor each minute of each day. And keep doing that every day because if you come to old age that way, you won't be disappointed because you will know how to live one what is and not on empty promises. Or that's what I think.



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Words for next week's 10-word challenge:  key, why, balance of power, the motor is running, yesterday, creaky chair, steel, hook, longing, pretzel


And for the mini:  oxen, merchandise, comfort zone, plastic bottles


Thanks you for playing.  Newcomers can check here for some guidelines to make the game more fun. There are no rules, just some general guidelines and tricks.



Voting Matters

Good job by Chelsea Clinton....



and a little Jon Stewart to remind you how stark the choices are:

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Ecology: Reuse Paper Cups

Care2's Daily Action this morning seemed worth sharing. It's about re-using paper cups and the impact that could have on the environment.

I apologize that I have just disappeared without even a how-de-do or by-your leave. I didn't know I was going to do that. It has just happened and I seem to still be in it, though I'm hoping to start daily reminders again soon. Meantime, I thought this was worth sharing. I hope they don't mind my posting their graphic. I've linked it to the original article.

Blogger/Google says am apparently out of photo space so I can't share the graphic.... Sigh. Message from the universe?

Friday, August 24, 2012

Reminder Alternative

Taking a day off from the reminder, but thought I'd share this little political item.

Weekly Wordzzle Challenge # 213






The Lone Wordzzler here posting late, though there is some hope that this week I may not be an only wordzzler. Yippee!  That said, I'm going to post my exercises tomorrow.  

Sunday 4:30 pm.  Finally did my exercises. They are very saccharine and goodie-goodie today. Sorry. 


Words for this week's 10-word challenge were:   enough, superstition, matches, camera, fortitude, space, turtle, pillow, adversity, we're doing everything we can    And for the mini:  paper bag,  hurt, creation, gloves, wanderlust

My mega:

Looking around at the mass of people crowded into the huge space of the coliseum, Jennifer Jackson wondered where in creation she had put her camera. She hoped she had not forgotten it in the house. She could, she guessed, take pictures with her cell phone, but she preferred a real camera. She wondered to herself if one pillow, four paper bags of random items and clothing and her turtle Wanderlust were going to be all that remained of her earthly goods or if somehow the firemen would be able to save her home and that of her neighbors. She was awed, not just by the courage and fortitude of those around her, but by their generosity of spirit. In the face of this terrible adversity, she watched neighbors comforting neighbors and strangers reaching out to tend to small and large hurts of their fellow refugees from the conflagration. "We're doing everything we can," the rescuers and firemen had told them, but would it be enough?  Still looking through the bags for her camera, she had to laugh at some of the things she had packed.  It was August - and an especially hot one, but she had packed a wool scarf and gloves. What had she been thinking, she wondered.... and then realized that she had not been thinking, just panicking.  Behind her a voice was whispering... "I heard that they are saying the fire was started by a 10-year old playing with matches..." The conversation continued, turning into an argument about parenting and punishment and she lost interest.  To her relief, she found that she had packed her beloved camera. Photography calmed her spirit. She could not control her situation, but she could document it, seal it in memory and try to document the pain and beauty in the faces around her. She focused first on a small group circled in prayer. As a rule, she considered religion to be a from of superstition, yet here in this place she saw another aspect of it... the power of community.  She circulated among her fellow refugees asking permission to take their photos and became so absorbed in the task that she was almost disappointed when, two days later they fires were out and they were all allowed to return home. She was among the more fortunate. Her home had been untouched by flames. A year later, when her photo record of the event was published as a book and soared to the top of the best seller list, she donated half of the proceeds to helping those who had lost the most recover their homes.


My mini:

Sitting with his paper cup on the cold sidewalks of New York, Jesse Marsh wished he had been able to foresee where the wanderlust of his younger years would lead him. His gloves were worn and full of holes and his hands and fingers hurt from the bitter cold. Everything he owned in the world fit into two large paper bags. It had not been a terrible day, though. When it was this cold, passers-by tended to be more generous, so he had collected a bit of money. A couple of people had even brought him coffee and one kind woman - my name is Julia, she had told him - had brought him a big mug of hot soup, the best meal he had eaten in many months. She had also brought him a warm coat (she apologized because she didn't have any gloves) and told him that he could find shelter if he so desired at the King of Creation Tabernacle on 112th Street. Despite his fear of such places, there was something about her kindness that tempted him to check the place out.  For one thing, besides being kind, she had been very, very pretty.... and the soup.... well, it had been Heavenly.


And my 10-word:

The long trek up to 112th Street stretched Jesse's strength and fortitude to their limits. He felt like a turtle inching slowly forward against heavy winds. At the same time, though, he felt as though he was being guided. He wanted to say by angels, but  that seemed too much like superstition, so he chose instead to convince himself that he was being pulled by lust. He felt more comfortable with that. He wasn't going to let adversity turn him into some kind of god freak, no way, not him. When he arrived at the King of Creation Tabernacle, he found a space that was nothing like what he expected. Instead of one huge room full of cots or dirty mattresses on the floor, there were 2 small rooms, each with six real beds (with sheets and pillows and blankets!)  Next to each bed was small bed table (with a lock and key on it) containing a set of clean towels. In one corner there was a box full of pajamas and an assortment of clean clothing with a sign above that said, "take what you need."  The bathroom was spotlessly clean and had a shower stall and soap and shampoo. The beautiful Julia - who had greeted him with the word, "you came!" as though he were a long lost friend, had shown him to his room with the words, "once you have cleaned up, please join us for dinner." The aromas from the kitchen, seemed to erase his exhaustion and he was torn between hunger and a desire to savor the joy of the first shower he had had in months.  Hunger won on this first night.  As if a bed and a shower and clean clothing was not enough of a miracle for one day,  he entered a kitchen that was radiant with heat and a large table with rolls and soups and what seemed to him like a feast fit for a king. Around the table were 11 others like himself.  Like Julia, each introduced himself and welcomed Jesse like a family member coming home. To his amazement, that's what he felt like. He felt like he had come home. He knew that he never wanted to leave. On the wall was a sign that read, "We're doing everything we can."  "What does that sign mean," he asked as they all tucked into a dessert (dessert!) of apple pie and ice cream. "For me, it's a reminder to keep trying, to never give up,' Julia replied. "And hopefully it's an inspiration for others as well," she added.  "Would you like a job," she asked. I think we can find something for you if you are willing to make the effort." Which is how he ended up running errands for photographer, Joseph Angel, who saw him looking with hungry eyes at one of his cameras. "You can't have that one," he said, "but why don't you explore with this digital. I appreciate all the help you've given me... and I've watched you looking at my work. You have a good eye, so let's see if your talent matches your enthusiasm. This little digital can take 500 pictures. Spend the next three days exploring and let me see what you can do." As it turned out, Jesse had an artist's eye.  Seeing what he did, Mr. Angel took him on as an apprentice and in remarkably little time - fostered by his mentor - Jesse's was soon selling for sizeable sums of money. Like any good fairy tale, he married Julia and helped her continue to run her Tabernacle, where their love and generosity turned many lives around. Even their failures were not really failures. As Julia liked to say, "Love never fails. Whatever their choice, they had a few nights or weeks of good food and companionship and that is the greatest wealth there is." When he opened his own studio, Jesse called it "Two Angels Photography." I think you can guess why.


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Words for next week's 10-word challenge:  vocalize, vandal, virtue, visitor, vim and vigor, vermillion, vague, vacuous, vines, validate 


And for the mini:  voodoo, vixen, veracity, valid, vital


Thanks you for playing.  Newcomers can check here for some guidelines to make the game more fun. There are no rules, just some general guidelines and tricks.






Thursday, August 23, 2012

Daily Reminder # 728


I almost forgot to do the reminder. I may have to start calling this the daily forgotten if I don't watch out. Hardly any visitors at the back door this afternoon. One little sparrow who didn't linger. I have learned something. Birds and chipmunks don't like cauliflower. I've been tossing any vegetables I don't like from the Meals-on-Wheels out for the critters and mostly they have vanished very quickly. Cauliflower, on the other hand, has lingered and lingered.... so it goes. Beyond that I'm struggling with a wicked part of myself that is taking great delight in the prospect of a hurricane messing up the GOP convention. This is REALLY horrible of me and I don't wish any people harmed, but there is just that wee (well, not so wee) bit of the Devil in me that wants to know how the Right Wing clergy who are always blaming the poor and homosexuals for hurricanes and tornadoes will explain God messing with their convention. I'm that petty. I admit it with a mix of pride and shame.  Meanwhile, I hope that the people of Haiti are somehow spared any more suffering. They deserve a break.



Oddly, after I posted last night, I remembered what I wanted to talk about, but now I have forgotten again. Can anyone say senility?  Oh - wait. I remember. Remember the several days ago (Reminder #723) when I posted a Neale Donald Walsch thing about the events of the day bringing you closer to God and I wondered what ominous thing God had in store for me? Well, turned out it was a very odd day at Huffington Post. I got into several long, drawn-out and very petty conversations with people because I said voting was a "privilege."  About 5 people jumped on me to declare it as a right. Which I agree with, except that I think it's both a right and a privilege. Americans live in a country where we are privileged to have the right to vote. Anyway, I had a series of long, drawn-out and pretty snarky debates with people who felt a need to insult me as well as disagree with me. There were two outcomes. With the one person, at the very end - after I said I wasn't bored enough to continue the debate, he countered that "obviously, I was." Instead of going the huffy path, I replied that he had gotten me. TOTALLY changed the tone. He replied that he really wasn't mean and apologized for the tone of our conversation. A similar war of words with someone else didn't go quite so well. But the lesson was clear that sometimes we just get so ego-bound to a debate that we don't know how to get out of it, but it can be very easy. And then sometimes there is no escape but to quit. Anyway. I guess there's a lesson of some sort there. Maybe we would all be better off if I hadn't remembered what I wanted to talk about. Onward to gratitude.


Some things I'm grateful for today: (Items in red are pre-gratitude, an effort to embrace, entice, invoke abundance and to inspire in the Creative Forces of the Universe a desire to help me do so.) Thank you for:

  • Angel and Tara Grace
  • my home
  • Coffee and Int'l Delight
  • cereal and yogurt
  • my microwave
  • UPS
  • water
  • lemonade
  • my TV
  • the remote control
  • the mute button
  • Margaret
  • that I got to sleep late because there was no meals on wheels
  • Sam-e
  • Omega-3
  • IP-6
  • Vitamin D-3
  • Coconut oil
  • electricity
  • my Tibetan salt lamps
  • my rock collection
  • beauty
  • the colors of the rainbow
  • the color of summer
  • Schwans
  • Miracle Foot Repair Cream
  • Pandora Radio
  • music
  • the joy of listening
  • the joy of singing
  • the sound of the human voice
  • my awesome Bose speakers
  • my computer
  • email
  • the internet
  • Google
  • YouTube
  • all spice
  • lavender
  • white sage
  • sight
  • taste
  • touch
  • smell
  • hearing
  • breath
  • my electric toothbrush
  • Listerine
  • paper towels
  • indoor plumbing
  • my mattress
  • my alarm clock
  • my chair/walker
  • my cane
  • that my legs still wobble me around with help
  • more paying reiki clients
  • a sun room on the back of the house
  • zero balance on my credit cards
  • lower interest rates
  • more flowers/landscaping for the back yard
  • a mattress for the guest bedroom
  • getting my furniture rearranged
  • getting my electric dryer (thanks to Nate and Dan for this and the item above)
  • a ceiling fan in the bedroom
  • a paid off mortgage
  • company/companionship
  • one or more whistling vessel gatherings
  • $5,000/week for life from PCH or a million a year or any large sum of money
  • winning lottery numbers
  • a truckload of money (big bills)
  • a new (Dutch) front door
  • thermal blinds for the front window
  • CLEAN windows
  • Nintendo
  • seeing the red list turn to black
  • reiki
  • angels
  • miracles
  • Dennis Puffett
  • my camera
  • the ability to read and write
  • the ability to type
  • the ability to think and reason
  • resilience
  • determination
  • imagination
  • words
  • poetry
  • music
  • hope
  • Advil
  • my grabber
  • licorice
  • the color of summer
  • the colors of the rainbow
  • Angel hugs
  • Meals-on-Wheels
  • a cardboard box for the cats
  • lots of toys for Angel
  • the view from my front window
  • fans
  • cooler days
  • the hint of fall colors 
  • Project Runway
  • creative people
  • human beings
  • my neighbors
  • my friends
  • my nieces and my nephew and their families
  • that they are happy, healthy and successful
  • that the office for the Aging donated my Farmers Market coupons to Meals on Wheels
  • tingshas
  • my camera
  • Crocs
  • Netflix
  • granola bars
  • things I'm forgetting (very distracted tonight
  • love
  • laughter
  • life

HAVE AN AMAZING DAY! 
MAY MIRACLES AND BEAUTY SURROUND YOU!

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Daily Reminder # 727

No inspiration and no photos tonight. Think maybe I'll share a couple of videos about Meals-on-Wheels and a link to a very cool Facebook page (Yes. Me, a person who does NOT love Facebook... recommending a Facebook page...)  It's called Humans of New York. The guy just walks around asking people to pose for him. All sorts of wonderful faces with little mini-bios. The photos seem to reflect the goodness of people and the loving heart of the photographer. I thought it was wonderful. Even if it IS on Facebook.




This seemed like a fitting song to go with Meals-on-Wheels...




Some things I'm grateful for today: (Items in red are pre-gratitude, an embrace of my inner rich girl, to allow myself to believe it's OK for me both to want things and to receive them. And of course, it is an invitation to the Creative Forces of the Universe to grant my wishes.) Thank you for: 
  • Angel and Tara Grace
  • my home
  • cooler days
  • Coffee and Int'l Delight
  • granola bars
  • Meals on Wheels
  • the colors of the rainbow
  • electricity
  • my Tibetan salt lamps
  • my rock collection
  • water
  • litter box changed and garbage out
  • the garbage man and his extra steps each week
  • Janet, the mail carrier
  • Netflix
  • Pandora Radio
  • music
  • the joy of listening
  • the joy of singing
  • my awesome Bose speakers
  • SKYPE
  • Google
  • YouTube
  • Odetta
  • my camera
  • the view from my front window
  • my back yard
  • breath
  • sight
  • taste
  • touch
  • smell
  • hearing
  • lavender
  • allspice
  • white sage
  • my TV
  • the remote control
  • the mute button
  • my computer
  • the internet
  • email
  • computer games
  • thermal blinds for my front window
  • more flowers/landscaping for my back yard
  • a new (Dutch) front door
  • Nintendo
  • company/companionship
  • freshly painted living and bedroom walls
  • one or more whistling vessel gatherings
  • $5,000/week for life from PCH or a million a year or any large sum of money
  • a big truck full o9 cash (large bills)
  • zero balance on my credit card
  • lower interest rates
  • a paid off mortgage
  • a sun room on the back of the house
  • clean windows
  • a mattress for the guest bedroom
  • a ceiling fan in the bedroom
  • getting my furniture rearranged
  • getting my electric dryer (thanks Nate and Dan)
  • more paying reiki clients
  • seeing the red list turn to black
  • reiki
  • angels
  • miracles
  • Dennis Puffett
  • my friends
  • my nieces, my nephew and their families
  • that they are happy, healthy and successful
  • the birthday of Diana's husband-ish John. Happy Birthday, John.
  • indoor plumbing
  • paper towels
  • imagination
  • ideas
  • inspiration
  • words
  • ideas
  • the ability to read and write
  • the ability to type
  • resilience
  • determination
  • my chair/walker
  • my cane
  • that my legs still wobble me around with help
  • coconut oil
  • Miracle Foot Repair Cream
  • drugstore.com
  • ebates
  • Sam-e
  • Omega-3
  • IP-6
  • Vitamin D-3
  • Advil
  • my grabber
  • my electric toothbrush
  • Listerine
  • Dr. Bronner soap
  • Dr. Ihhiru probiotic soap
  • the colors of the rainbow
  • the color of summer
  • all the things I'm forgetting
  • that I don't have to get up in the morning (no Meal-on-Wheels)
  • love
  • laughter
  • life

and this one just because I liked it.

May You Always Know Kindness
and Never Know Hunger

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Daily Reminder # 726


Apparently early evening is my new posting time. Big excitement on Fairvew Avenue this morning. I got up to and my neighbor was out talking to a state (I think) policeman. Then the guy just parked himself in front of my house and stayed there for almost 3 hours. When the Meals-on-Wheels lady arrived I learned that the mother bear and her cubs were hanging out in a tree in the woods at the top of the hill. It's a walk-through short-cut for lots of kids so they were not letting anyone go through. I think (no good gossip on this yet) that they may have tranquillized the bears and relocated them because a guy in a brown uniform walked down the hill eventually, talked to the cop for a minute and they drove away. I hope my sweet bear and her babies are ok. Even though I'd like to see them again, I hope they have been relocated someplace where they will be safe and so will my neighbors. Other than that, it was a relatively dull day. Too much time thinking about politics again. The back door was pretty friendly today. There were even gold finches today but the blue jays scared them away before I got a picture and scared themselves way in the process. So it goes. Just pictures and gratitude tonight. I think I had something else I was going to talk about, but I don't remember what it is, so gratitude and pictures win.





Sometimes I wish I could communicate with animals. This
little bird was acting so (from my perspective) strange. It
would fly off and then turn and return to the post as though
it couldn't make up it's mind about what to do. Did that
over and over and over and over and over. Literally. So
that's why there's this blurry picture. 

Some things I'm grateful for today: (Items in red are pre-gratitude, an embrace of my inner rich girl, to allow myself to believe it's OK for me both to want things and to receive them. And of course, it is an invitation to the Creative Forces of the Universe to grant my wishes.) Thank you for: 

  • Angel and Tara Grace
  • my home
  • cooler days
  • Coffee and Int'l Delight
  • cereal and yogurt
  • Meals on Wheels
  • bears
  • the colors of the rainbow
  • electricity
  • my Tibetan salt lamps
  • my rock collection
  • water
  • Pandora Radio
  • music
  • the joy of listening
  • the joy of singing
  • my awesome Bose speakers
  • SKYPE
  • Google
  • YouTube
  • my camera
  • the view from my front window
  • my back yard
  • chipmunks, birds and all of nature's wonders
  • breath
  • sight
  • taste
  • touch
  • smell
  • hearing
  • lavender
  • allspice
  • white sage
  • my telephone
  • my TV
  • the remote control
  • the mute button
  • my computer
  • the internet
  • email
  • computer games
  • Nintendo
  • thermal blinds for my front window
  • more flowers/landscaping for my back yard
  • a new (Dutch) front door
  • company/companionship
  • freshly painted living and bedroom walls
  • one or more whistling vessel gatherings
  • $5,000/week for life from PCH or a million a year or any large sum of money
  • a big truck full o9 cash (large bills)
  • lower interest rates
  • zero balance on my credit card
  • a paid off mortgage
  • a sun room on the back of the house
  • clean windows
  • a mattress for the guest bedroom
  • a ceiling fan in the bedroom
  • getting my furniture rearranged
  • getting my electric dryer (thanks Nate and Dan)
  • more paying reiki clients
  • seeing the red list turn to black
  • reiki
  • angels
  • miracles
  • Dennis Puffett
  • Jennifer McLean
  • my friends
  • my nieces, my nephew and their families
  • that they are happy, healthy and successful
  • granola bars
  • indoor plumbing
  • paper towels
  • imagination
  • ideas
  • inspiration
  • words
  • ideas
  • the ability to read and write
  • the ability to type
  • resilience
  • determination
  • my chair/walker
  • my cane
  • that my legs still wobble me around with help
  • coconut oil
  • Miracle Foot Repair Cream
  • Sam-e
  • Omega-3
  • IP-6
  • Vitamin D-3
  • my grabber
  • my electric toothbrush
  • Listerine
  • Dr. Bronner soap
  • Dr. Ihhiru probiotic soap
  • Netflix
  • the colors of the rainbow
  • the color of summer
  • all the things I'm forgetting
  • the nice phone call I had with a friend
  • love
  • laughter
  • life
MAY YOU HAVE AN AWESOME DAY!

Monday, August 20, 2012

Daily Reminder # 725


Well, I forgot about the Daily Reminder until very late today. Well, that's not quite true, I remembered and got distracted and forgot and remembered again and got distracted and so on.... As a result, I don't have a whole lot to say. One little sparrow visited the back door and a very tragic blue jay whose image I will spare you because it's just sad.  Angel continues to be on a naughty bender. Thing about her benders is she alternates being a little monster with being all huggy and angelic.  But she is on the hunt for trouble, which would not be so bad if she were not so good at either finding or creating it. So it goes. Keeps me yelling and laughing both.


I wasn't going to write about the whole "legitimate rape" brouhahah. The party that was participating with him in "redefining" rape last year is now horrified at such a concept. I could rant on and on, but I won't because the Republicans make me very cranky and I'm not even slightly balanced in my views at present... except to say that there are no degrees of rape. There are violent rapes and less physically violent rapes, but rape is inherently emotionally violent. I'll leave it at that, because I was planning - since it's so late - to only do some sparrows and some gratitude, but then I looked at my latest Neale Donald Walsch message from God and thought it was something pertinent for the friend for whom these reminders are written, so.....  I'll let it speak for itself.




On this day of your life, dear friend, 
I believe God wants you to know...

...that rushing around to fix everything, or to 
"get ready,"is not going to do you more good.

Move resolutely, but don't rush. There's a difference.
Rushing removes resolution, often replacing it with
panic or irrationality or, at best,
not well thought-out choices. 

So keep moving. Don't stop. But don't rush. 
Don't race around. Sure and steady 
gets you there every time.

You know exactly why you received this message.

Love, Your Friend....

neale



Some things I'm grateful for today:  (Items in red are pre-gratitude, an attempt to trust the Universe's inherent abundance, to embrace my own worthiness (I choke typing that word still) to have abundance, and to make friends with my own inner creator and with the Creative Forces of the Universe). Thank you for:

  • Angel and Tara Grace
  • my home
  • Coffee and Int'l Delight
  • granola bars
  • cheese and crackers
  • water
  • Sam-e
  • Omega-3
  • IP-6
  • Vitamin D-3
  • cooler weather
  • electricity
  • my Tibetan salt lamps
  • my rock collection
  • beauty
  • the color of summer
  • rain
  • my grabber
  • Advil
  • my chair/walker
  • my cane
  • that my legs still wobble me around with help
  • the ability to read and write
  • the ability to type
  • my computer
  • the internet
  • computer games (got through my current obsession non-stop to the end... yeeha!)
  • reiki
  • angels
  • miracles
  • Dennis Puffett
  • cute sparrows
  • my camera
  • my back yard
  • the view from my front window
  • the colors of the rainbow
  • sight
  • taste
  • touch
  • smell
  • hearing
  • Pandora radio
  • my awesome Bose speakers
  • the joy of singing
  • the joy of listening
  • music
  • the sound of the human voice
  • my nieces, my nephew and their families
  • that they are happy, healthy and successful
  • my friends
  • my neighbors
  • a new (Dutch) front door
  • getting my furniture rearranged
  • getting my electric dryer (thank you Nate and Dan)
  • $5,000/week for life from PCH or a million a year or any large sum of money
  • a truckload of cash (big bills)
  • a sun room on the back of the house
  • more flowers/landscaping for my back yard
  • Nintendo
  • Company, companionship
  • one or more whistling vessel gatherings
  • zero balance on my credit cards
  • lower interest rates
  • a paid off mortgage
  • thermal blinds for the front window
  • freshly painted living and bedroom walls
  • clean windows
  • more paying reiki clients
  • a ceiling fan in the bedroom
  • a mattress for the guest bedroom
  • seeing the red list turn to black
  • My TV
  • the remote control
  • the mute button
  • PBS
  • the Sci-Fi channel
  • Meals-on-Wheels
  • paper towels
  • indoor plumbing
  • my mattress
  • my alarm clock
  • coconut oil
  • Miracle Foot Repair Cream
  • ideas
  • inspiration
  • words
  • poetry
  • hope
  • possibilities
  • imagination
  • determination
  • President Obama
  • the right to vote
  • Angel hugs
  • Netflix
  • my electric toothbrush
  • Listerine
  • breath
  • my body (even in its current state of disrepair)
  • Neale Donald Walsch
  • having lots of cat toys
  • lavender
  • all spice
  • white sage
  • love
  • laughter
  • life
May You Move Forward with Trust
Steady Determination and Positive Results


Sunday, August 19, 2012

Daily Reminder # 724

Running late again. I think just a little music and my gratitude list today. I still have to do those pesky wordzzles. Sigh.







Some things I'm grateful for today:  (Items in red are pre-gratitude, an effort to embrace my inner mogul (or at least mogul-ette) and to encourage the Creative Forces of the Universe to help me manifest both my big and small hopes and dreams - and to help me recognize some of what those are.) Thank you for:
  • Angel and Tara Grace
  • my home
  • coffee and Int'l Delight
  • Judy Collins
  • You Tube
  • my computer
  • the internet
  • email
  • Google
  • the ability to read and write
  • the ability to type
  • Pandora Radio
  • the joy of listening
  • the joy of singing
  • my awesome Bose speakers (thanks Diana)
  • sight
  • hearing
  • taste
  • touch
  • smell
  • breath
  • the sound of the human voice
  • words
  • literature
  • poetry
  • ideas
  • imagination
  • water
  • indoor plumbing
  • yogurt
  • cereal
  • my TV
  • the remote control
  • the mute button
  • electricity
  • my Tibetan salt lamps
  • that it's cool enough that I could turn my fans off
  • Dr. Bronner soap
  • Dr. Ihhiru probiotic soap
  • my chair/walker
  • my cane
  • that my legs still wobble me around with help
  • reiki
  • angels
  • miracles
  • Dennis Puffett
  • indoor plumbing
  • my rock collection
  • beauty
  • the colors of the rainbow
  • the color of summer
  • my camera
  • $5,000/week for life from PCH or a million a year or any large sum of money from anybody
  • zero balance on my credit cards
  • lower interest rates
  • a paid off mortgage
  • more flowers/landscaping in the back yard
  • a sun room on the back of the house
  • company/companionship
  • Nintendo
  • thermal blinds for the front window
  • clean windows
  • getting my electric dryer
  • getting my furniture reorganized
  • a ceiling fan in the bedroom
  • a mattress for the guest bedroom
  • a new (dutch) front door
  • more paying reiki clients
  • freshly painted living and bedroom walls
  • one or more Whistling vessel gatherings
  • a truckload of cash (big bills)
  • seeing the red list turn to black
  • my nieces, my nephew and their families
  • that they are happy, healthy and successful
  • my friends
  • my neighbors
  • computer games
  • Bigfish games one hour free trials
  • paper towels
  • Netflix
  • kitty hugs (being interrupted right now to give one)
  • the end of kitty hugs, especially squirmy ones
  • the sound of purring
  • imagination
  • ideas
  • hope
  • resilience
  • determination
  • SKYPE
  • Meals-on-Wheels
  • Schwans
  • Food Stamps
  • SSD
  • sunshine
  • things I'm forgetting
  • love
  • laughter
  • life
WHEREVER YOU TIME GOES, 
MAY IT GO GENTLY
AND MAY YOU BE WRAPPED IN LOVE

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Daily Reminder # 723



Running late again. It's an exquisite day here. The temperature is mild, there's a slight breeze, the sky is blue with fluffy clouds. Feels nice after a summer that has - to date- felt like preparation for the apocalypse. I went to the back door early and enjoyed watching  the woodchuck for a while. Vanessa the chipmunk came too. She was very nervous today even by chipmunk standards, so I didn't get much in the way of pictures. Still wrapped up in politics and then obsessively playing computer games to take my  mind off of how annoyed I am by politics. 

Going to take the Neale Donald Walsch route today. Not sure what to make of this message from God. To be honest, it makes me a touch anxious. I have found that things that move me closer to God that require me to suspend my judgement of what they mean are not things I enjoy. That said, it's a glorious day, so maybe THAT is what is moving me closer to God today. 



On this day of your life, dear friend, 
I believe God wants you to know...

...that the events of this very day will 
move you closer to God.

That is what they were designed to do, 
and you will experience them doing just that 
if you will allow yourself to.

It is all a matter of opening your eyes to 
what is really happening (as opposed to what 
it looks like is happening). Judge not by 
outward appearances.

Love, Your Friend....
neale



Some things I'm grateful for today: (Items in red are pre-gratitude, an effort to embrace my inner billionaire (might as well go big),  to begin to trust myself and the Universe, and to establish a relationship with the Creative Forces of the Universe and get them to establish one with me.) Thank you for:

  • Angel and Tara Grace
  • my home
  • an exquisite summer day
  • the color of summer
  • coffee and Int'l Delight
  • water
  • granola bars
  • my camera
  • the view from my front window
  • my back yard
  • critters
  • music
  • Pandora Radio
  • my awesome Bose speakers
  • the joy of listening
  • the joy of singing
  • my computer
  • the internet
  • email
  • computer games (on which I waste way too much time)
  • electricity
  • my Tibetan salt lamps
  • fans
  • a good night's sleep
  • my  nieces, my nephew and their families
  • that they are happy, healthy and successful
  • my friends
  • my neighbors
  • sight
  • taste
  • touch
  • smell
  • hearing
  • lavender
  • all spice
  • white sage
  • Sam-e
  • Omega-3
  • IP-6
  • Vitamin D-3
  • Miracle Foot Repair Cream
  • coconut oil
  • the ability to read and write
  • the ability to type
  • my TV
  • the remote control
  • the mute button
  • $5,000/week for life from PCH or a million a year or any large sum of money
  • a truckload of cash (big bills)
  • more flowers/landscaping in the back yard
  • a sun room on the back of the house
  • a mattress for the guest bedroom
  • a ceiling fan in the bedroom
  • clean windows (getting hard to get pictures now, they are so dirty)
  • Nintendo
  • company/companionship
  • more paying reiki clients
  • a new (Dutch) front door
  • getting my furniture reorganized
  • my new electric dryer 
  • one or more whistling vessel gatherings
  • zero balance on my credit cards
  • lower interest rates
  • a paid off mortgage
  • thermal blinds for the front window
  • freshly pained living and bedroom walls
  • seeing the red list turn to black
  • reiki
  • angels
  • miracles
  • Dennis Puffett
  • wordzzles (haven't done mine yet and don't really feel like it, but I'm still greatful for the idea)
  • indoor plumbing
  • my chair/walker
  • my cane
  • that my legs still wobble me around with help
  • my mattress
  • Angel hugs
  • Tara's head butts
  • my kitchen
  • poetry
  • literature
  • President Obama
  • the right to vote
  • light and shadow
  • my grabber
  • good news for my friend
  • stuff I'm forgetting
  • love
  • laughter
  • life
WISHING YOU A DAY OF 
JOYFUL, MAGICAL EVENTS!


Friday, August 17, 2012

Weekly Wordzzle Challenge #212





The Lone Wordzzler here.  I'm just not in the mood to do this tonight, so I think I'll post it and do my exercises tomorrow. Had it all set up to post and forgot to do it. That kind of a day. Sigh.  

UPDATE:  OK... I'll do them on Sunday. Promise. Sorry. Just couldn't get myself going today.

Sunday 4:45.  Ok. I wrote some stuff. Not at all happy with it. Apologies to my 2 readers for posting so late. 

Words for this week's 10-word challenge were:  August, amphibian, artist, artichoke, amber, apple, aggravation, ample, action, alligator   And for the mini: big shot, bargain, baloney, boring, battering ram

My mega: 

August "Alligator" Ample had thought being a big-shot artist would make him happy, but instead he was finding it fraught with aggravation. Everyone wanted him to continue with his "Amber Collection," but how many amber apples, artichokes, and pineapples could one paint before finding it unbearable. He had tried shifting to pork chops and baloney in hopes of finding some relief, but all anyone wanted were those stupid fruits and vegetables. Had he known that his bargain with the devil included this kind of boring repetition, he might have thought twice before agreeing to fame at any price. He felt like there was a battering ram in his head that would not stop pounding, felt like he might die of misery. When his alarm clock went off, as he woke from his nightmare, the voice of his guardian angel whispered in his ear. Remember this dream before you take any actions today. You have been warned and now the choice is yours. 


My mini:

As the battering ram pounded against the castle gates, King Marcus found himself longing for simpler times. He had always thought his father's boring lectures about the weight of the crown were a lot of baloney, but now he wished he had paid more attention. It seemed his father had been right. Being king was not just about being a big shot, it involved responsibility and respect was not automatic. He wondered if maybe there was a chance that it was not too late to reform his ways. Maybe he could find a way to strike a bargain with the rebels and restore peace to his kingdom. Turning to the Lord Chancellor, he said, "Under flag of truce, please seek to see if the leader of these rebels will take counsel with me. Whatever the outcome of out talk, I guarantee his safety. Tell them this. "The King wishes to apologize. Your rebellion has forced him to look at his own actions and he requests that you take counsel with him to see if we can find a peaceful way to restore the Kingdom. He has given you little reason to trust his word, but he hopes, even so, that you will hear the truth of these words and the depth and sincerity of his regret and meet with him." To his profound gratitude and the good fortune of the kingdom, although they did not trust King Marcus, they did trust his Lord Chancellor. The rest is history. Over the next 70 years, King Marcus became as fine a ruler as any Kingdom could ask for. 


My 10-word:

It was August. The weather in Florida was miserable. There were alligators in the back yard. The mosquitoes were so thick they buzzed like dark clouds on the horizon.  Her aptly named dog, Action, seemed bent on causing unending aggravation. In spite of all this, business at the Amber Amphibian Cafe could not have been better, because Lucinda Largo was not just a cook, not even "just" a chef, she was an artist in the kitchen. The meals she prepared were love on a plate and people left her little Cafe changed by the experience. Whether it was her artichoke souffle, her salmon casserole, an ample slice of her apple and rhubarb pie, or any of a host of other dishes, those who ate at Lucinda's table received nourishment for the soul as well as the body.... even in August with its annoyances and aggravations. Or maybe especially then. 


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Words for next week's 10-word challenge:  enough, superstition, matches, camera, fortitude, space, turtle, pillow, adversity, we're doing everything we can 


And for the mini:  paper bag,  hurt, creation, gloves, wanderlust


Thanks you for playing.  Newcomers can check here for some guidelines to make the game more fun. There are no rules, just some general guidelines and tricks.