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Cover of "Braveheart (Sapphire Series) [B...
Cover of Braveheart (Sapphire Series) [Blu-ray]
As I was relaxing here at home on this Wednesday evening, an odd time for me to be home because usually I would be at church but on this day there was a water pipe break at our church and we were unable to attend, gotta love weather!…………….so I was watching the local news and there was a human interest piece on a blog which caught my eye …….

An interesting concept…..One word to focus on, one word to guide us through our day…lives.  What would be the One word to set the tone for our future, there are so many avenues to go down, so many choices of words.


It didn’t take me long, my word jumped out of my mouth for no one to hear except my faithful Buddy ….the dawg. He wasn’t particularly impressed. I think if I had said “treat” or “outside” he may have opened one eye but he barely even stirred.

FREEDOM……..that is my word and it is an all encompassing word for nearly every aspect of my life. That is my word for year_twenty fourteen. It is a good word, sturdy and strong, it will take me where I want and need to be. It is the word for the American dream, the word for Braveheart(movie), the word that is highly personal yet fully broad in its length and  breath. It is universal.

the_shawshank_redemption (Photo credit: sreeat89)

This is a good blog to read, I would encourage anyone to pick a word,  join a tribe, take back your life. We only have one option to quote a classic film, Shawshank Redemption…”get busy living or get busy dying.” Words to get you through the day..


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Taking a breath

Like most people, I live in a world of “to do” lists. Being a world class procrastinator, my list is very long and wordy…..woe is me! There is one true fact in my life and it is that ……”housework isn’t hard it is just constant”, I quote my recently bachelored cousin, a man of few words but quite wise. This is true of many mundane parts of our lives and if it were possible to skip them I would….but nope, as it is allotted every man to die and it is our fate also to “do!”

The doing of the mundane is only tolerable because of the momentary freedoms. Creating is just that. …….freedom. Writing and painting are my two vices that help me take a breath. They are my escape. The crazy part is that I even procrastinate in them. The very thing that gives me life I still avoid. I can only wonder what kind of psychology that is…..skitso-pathetic!!

It is the fourth day of the new year and I have yet to paint…I have gotten shiney new paint and brushes and canvas; I have cleaned my studio…..organized my area, yet still NO. So I suffocate here taking only gasps of air, puffing a bit from writing which gives me strength to get on with my day. This I find is another way to escape….procrastination.

Monday the sixth day of the new year I will set out to give myself life, to step back and settle in for some much needed R and R. Rejuvenate and reward myself, take the time to get alone and breathe in the familiar side of my brain that keeps me going. If only and hour or two…and by the way, why does that time fly by but waiting in traffic takes twice as long? So goes life.

This life of mine is getting way to real and this maybe the only way to muddle through. I have hope, not in myself but in the power of one greater than me. He gave me all that I have…even taking a breath!


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New girl

Today I was honored to be a witness to a miracle in the making. One that a year ago was only a pipe dream. The system works and I would have been the last one who would have been a believer.

A young girl on a road of self-destruction found her way to a life, not a new life but finally, A life. Up to this point she seemed to be traveling at the speed of sound in the wrong direction — mostly because of people who were themselves sick. Thankfully, the walls came crashing down and some amazing people came to her rescue, to help her build a bridge towards a life of freedom. A new girl she truly has become.

Congrats to those servants who heed the call to give their time and heart to all the weak in spirit. Your mercy endures and gives strength to the fallin’ ones. Thank you for all you do.


The time is NOW

The beginning of a new year is always somewhat daunting …..with that “fresh new page” feeling and at the same time it seems as if the days zip past me and before I know it half the year will be gone. Time is something that we can’t put in a bottle, as the song goes, and the slippery slope of it is that the harder you try, the more fleeting it is to capture.

It was only a few days ago ……..I was riding my bicycle around my home town(Murfreesboro, TN), at ten years old, up around the square down Main Street during the fall, with all the leaves floating around me…. Those were the days! My town was a great place to live, small but growing; beautiful and classic, a college town full of eager scrubbed young people on the verge of entering the Vietnam War. Sadly many went, some kicking and screaming because of the draft, but some chose to go. For some it was a choice of freedom, a way to get away and save themselves.

As crazy as that sounds many kids didn’t grow up in the television show homes…Father didn’t always know best… and leaving was the only way to rise above their raisin’! I can remember those days and it was a time when the whole country was scared and the sadness that we all had come through after the two big wars and loss of presidents and leaders and then we find the world in the ’60’s for heavens sake….that was an example of something’s gotta give….that top was spinning and had to get free and it sure did… Bumping and sliding all over the place, it’s no wonder sometimes the choice was made to run away from the “safety” of home.

How safe was it….we parents are to be responsible citizens of the world yet our own parents dumped their hard raising on us and like a top sent us bouncing off the chart, escaping to anywhere but here. The tragedy of it all is that these lives lost either thru death in the physical sense or emotionally, are lost in time. If only to get those precious years back! But without that possibility, I find myself looking forward with an eagerness to stop wasting time.

Geez….I have been so guilty and I am impatiently waiting for my next post…the option for a new job seems slim, frustration overcomes me daily so I lean on the Lord and remember that HE orders my steps. I do hope he gives me the time to do all that he wants me to do and maybe and this is a huge maybe….I will be able to ride a bike down Main Street one more time during the fall to remember a better time, or at least a time before reality was way to real! There is always hope, at least that our children will get it right, they are smarter than us..of course!

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