From Twitter

This is a quote from 'redstarvip' on Twitter:

"Good Morning! Where there's a will there's a way!
Go hard! Tentative efforts lead to tentative outcomes!"

I like it! :)

Destination in Time

Time -
so intangible - and yet,
it's spendable
it drags
it flies
it can't be stopped
you can give it
you can take it
you can save it
you can waste it
you can't borrow it
you can't store it up
it can disappear
it can be your best asset
it can be your worst enemy

Destination in Time -
where I want to be

Lately I've found that time seems to move proportionately to the pace I am moving.
If I am sitting around, in a negative or even wishful mindset, time can drag on and on and on. It seems to go nowhere - which is exactly what I'm doing then, too!
But, if I am busy, even if it is doing something not pertaining to a 'Destination in Time' where I'd like to be, time moves along at a good pace as well.
So, I am endeavoring to keep busy (even with a torn triceps muscle that hurts like H---), that way, I am getting things done, even tho' they may be small or not related to my ultimate goal. I can keep a positive attitude which is very important for creativity, health, and an optimistic outlook! And, I can live the day; count it off with a smile; minimizing the pain of longing with the emotional endorphins that result from feeling I have accomplished something!

Here's a little poem I wrote this morning:

I constantly make choices
Some insignificant, some great
And whether or not I sit or do
Each choice creates my fate

I can choose to settle or go far
Be hopeful or full of pity
The fact remains, no one to blame
(I wrote this little ditty)

SO! Let's choose to move time! Let's make some good choices, even if the choice seems small or insignificant! And let's enjoy all that we can on our way to our 'Destination in Time' :)

Peanut Butter and Friends

Today, I am reminded of a quote from Charlie Brown as I was making a bite of lunch.

"If you're eating a peanut butter sandwich,
it means that you're lonely.
If it sticks to the roof of your mouth,
you're extra lonely."

Whether or not that is true :)
peanut butter on toast with coffee
is a yummy way to reflect on friends.

Victoria Day

HAPPY VICTORIA DAY TO ALL MY FELLOW
CANADIAN CITIZENS!

Victoria Day brings back many pleasant memories:

*Sunshine sparkling on the water of the
Bras d 'Or Lake
*Warm Spring breeze
*Thoughts of celebrating the day off from school
*Dreaming and living adventures with my sister
*Carrying a picnic lunch
that tasted especially good that day
*Peaceful, clear thoughts that seemed to
set the day apart from all others
*Reflections on my geneology which connected
my to this day
*Anticipation of the end of the school year

Those were wonderful, sweet days
which I will treasure always!

St. Therese of Lisieux

I am reading "The Story of a Soul", the writings of St. Therese of Lisieux. At the age of 15, she was given permission to enter Carmel to become a nun. She died at the very young age of 24 of tuberculosis. Her writings express the sweetest heart of love and adoration for Jesus.

In the first part of the book, she is introducing her family and last night, as I was reading, I came upon some thoughts she wrote about mothers. Today, being Mother's Day, I thought it appropriate to share them with you.

"...Ah! How delicate is the heart of a mother! How it translates its tenderness into a thousand watchful caring acts that no one would think about!"

As mothers, we often don't think about it either because these thousand acts come out of love for our children. Its just part of being a mom to care lovingly for our children.

Bless you, tenderhearted moms! I know One whose eyes are ever attentive to every thing you do in love. Nothing escapes His notice.

Mothers
May you be honored by your families
May you be encouraged by your friends
May you be blessed by your God
Happy Mother's Day - May 2009

Memories

Raining, heavy, constant, relentless
I cannot sleep - so many memories
Tears, questions, shock, grief
It was raining like this that night, too
I remember lying in bed feeling sure
that all of creation was mourning with us
Tonight, I tried to sleep but my body was tense
I had to remind myself
"Joy comes in the morning."
And I remembered that
Joy comes in the mourning
He, who is my joy
Comes in the midst of my mourning
And brings rest and hope
For the new day yet to dawn