tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79597160057279208152024-03-04T16:56:33.283-08:00Quietly Kickin and Screamin.... on the inside and out....Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04323319590464560620noreply@blogger.comBlogger632125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959716005727920815.post-50610901775903405442024-03-04T16:55:00.000-08:002024-03-04T16:55:52.741-08:00My Story, Part II<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmPJrCoTbB9RLxxHUKP7WQeR9hG01S7hQ6l2UMQBh8vWkvweKceKHGU5lsOCJ6jsd2SpAQbQ_qgMjM4ZbmEGMQZsB4vg57P3ctn54XR-wzmZ_7ZVVkApE_Ty8tdmVU-evLcz94bYU1jLHuvcYWEI-NfL5dDcN_Mm9hOczD2yV-SzQgRlNUgPilQtq6ldI/s786/12779219_10206135869181113_744563092585816760_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="786" data-original-width="526" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmPJrCoTbB9RLxxHUKP7WQeR9hG01S7hQ6l2UMQBh8vWkvweKceKHGU5lsOCJ6jsd2SpAQbQ_qgMjM4ZbmEGMQZsB4vg57P3ctn54XR-wzmZ_7ZVVkApE_Ty8tdmVU-evLcz94bYU1jLHuvcYWEI-NfL5dDcN_Mm9hOczD2yV-SzQgRlNUgPilQtq6ldI/w268-h400/12779219_10206135869181113_744563092585816760_o.jpg" width="268" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I'm curious about this second half of my story now that I'm alone. Then I read this by <a href="https://gatherministries.activehosted.com/index.php?action=social&chash=655ea4bd3b5736d88afc30c9212ccddf.1658&s=314f4ed608a05b99059d966d55d3a410" target="_blank"><i>Jennifer Camp from "Loop</i></a></span>":</p><p>"... <span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, times, "times new roman", serif;">But there are pages being written now, My love, pages of story with you as the protagonist. You are the center of the story I am writing with you. And you get to decide, so much, of what happens. You get to work with Me in the shaping of your story, the rise and fall of the details of your life. </span></p><p style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, times, "times new roman", serif; line-height: 27px; margin: 0px;">No, you don’t have control over it all. No, you can’t change the setting sometimes, or the other characters with whom you interact. For sometimes I bring those people in and these events into your life, for you to see Me more, love Me and pour Me out a bit more. But you do choose how to enter into your story, or how to dismiss opportunities I bring, reject people you could love. You have a say in what you do within the story. You have a say in whom you love and whom you don’t love, in where you go and what you do with your time.</p><span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, times, "times new roman", serif;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: serif, sans-serif;"></span><p style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, times, "times new roman", serif; line-height: 27px; margin: 0px;">Oh, your story, My love . . . Do you see it written out? Do you see My fingerprints upon the page? I love looking at it, all the good that has happened, all the places in you where I want to bring hope, all the places in you that still need healing, still need freedom. There are places in you where you still need to see where I was, how I loved you in each place of heartache, disappointment, and pain.</p><span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, times, "times new roman", serif;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: serif, sans-serif;"></span><p style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, times, "times new roman", serif; line-height: 27px; margin: 0px;">So, let Me show you the story of your life through My eyes. I have some new things to show you, some rises and falls you have not yet seen. And it’s good. I will show you the places where I come, with My presence and My hope and My love, to make it good.</p><span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, times, "times new roman", serif;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: serif, sans-serif;"></span><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, times, "times new roman", serif;">Does this sound good? Let’s look, together, at your story."</span> ~ Love, God</p>Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04323319590464560620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959716005727920815.post-43292037356975569962024-02-28T14:40:00.000-08:002024-02-28T14:40:39.944-08:00Randoms<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIEwh5f04Jvgpvfv-10mWyyO9Wd3kd_fCrvfVnUmvdB-GnanrLXxktwv29ybAdZGk9vjTBzBiy81FTX5cLx1NTlEpneV4gQsxJY0fq321yxI_SUyUxjvSpMFKt1iRHTMK9x3OhNr5rogcjReHEADOXxUAaspWksapJCLz1MdMbGqDOtX9PMRIv6I30-yY/s3252/IMG_0327.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2790" data-original-width="3252" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIEwh5f04Jvgpvfv-10mWyyO9Wd3kd_fCrvfVnUmvdB-GnanrLXxktwv29ybAdZGk9vjTBzBiy81FTX5cLx1NTlEpneV4gQsxJY0fq321yxI_SUyUxjvSpMFKt1iRHTMK9x3OhNr5rogcjReHEADOXxUAaspWksapJCLz1MdMbGqDOtX9PMRIv6I30-yY/s320/IMG_0327.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbO4jt9OeQyJkWwLMN14LlychhtqY4H-_7QCpDp3o0nhrKO2_NVfoDi194UW-5r15DpTrWazckAQMpIw7c3qJcXD-0lcnN_21BXFAxf_gmtWIa3L2bIh6Xd7DQGr54jgrMhbe_4ca3JoRHH6RirupsBbmFvw_pyQ8qEI9YKLqOa9kmK65YT2kWTGXEWZQ/s3984/IMG_0329.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2656" data-original-width="3984" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbO4jt9OeQyJkWwLMN14LlychhtqY4H-_7QCpDp3o0nhrKO2_NVfoDi194UW-5r15DpTrWazckAQMpIw7c3qJcXD-0lcnN_21BXFAxf_gmtWIa3L2bIh6Xd7DQGr54jgrMhbe_4ca3JoRHH6RirupsBbmFvw_pyQ8qEI9YKLqOa9kmK65YT2kWTGXEWZQ/s320/IMG_0329.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikOc0mWjY5winyR5Z6Syo7cWonJpTgxn32fvx1zpVHKEgVj1L-LHOesevw_DD_iu0SYfl-OFrHi416-ijLPj5AOJIufJ96mWPPelnBdqjU9dE0OOvsZwHhBZbgQSE4AAsH3xMOliOJ33ajFbkBUmiMcoOh9xfXiZC7C3HCi_7KIzxm5XwUGEEGHXtFAoU/s3984/IMG_0331.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2656" data-original-width="3984" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikOc0mWjY5winyR5Z6Syo7cWonJpTgxn32fvx1zpVHKEgVj1L-LHOesevw_DD_iu0SYfl-OFrHi416-ijLPj5AOJIufJ96mWPPelnBdqjU9dE0OOvsZwHhBZbgQSE4AAsH3xMOliOJ33ajFbkBUmiMcoOh9xfXiZC7C3HCi_7KIzxm5XwUGEEGHXtFAoU/s320/IMG_0331.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>This morning, a customer who is a surgical nurse @ the hospital where James was, and a fellow believer in Jesus put something on my heart that was so right on time. I shared with her that when I try to remember good times w/my son, my mind automatically goes to when his illness/decline began. It was such a slow trauma. I told her about his autism, then realizing in Heaven he isn't autistic or not born Fragile X or dealing w/the fatal Scleroderma & I wondered what he was like holding conversations with informative thoughts & responses. .<p></p><div>She reminded me:</div><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>that son is with God </li><li>his new body is perfect</li><li>God loaned him to me (I always said that myself 😏)</li><li>God created the disabled & they sit 'high in Heaven'</li><li>God is loving on him 10x more than I EVER DID/COULD</li><li>my son is doing WONDERFUL things in the Kingdom</li><li>we are all on borrowed time</li></ul><div>That was enough to set my heart at rest. I'm sure I'll still have triggers but as she said, </div></div><div>when you start to feel like that again, remember everything I just told you. She also told me God sends angels with messages to us whether we realize it or not.</div><div><br /></div><div>I told her she was living proof of that. Her name is Michelle. 'Angel Michelle' from now on. 💓💓</div>Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04323319590464560620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959716005727920815.post-65636430962344640452024-02-12T19:36:00.000-08:002024-02-12T19:36:19.725-08:00Mood<p>I've taken to not turning on TV when I come home. I let <a href="https://youtu.be/i7-9zExoTFs" target="_blank">this</a> soak in for a couple of hours before letting in 'the noise.' And more times that not, I end up canceling the noise.</p><p>Something I haven't done for a very long time. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwti3SCUQ1OZuOlwylMdctBF19TkDR9TRZviFs2mAkYE27koisTFT3wHNpg7qBKrpGCUS_gW4mIPqoPWh9BkONX4ae-1g4FCKQB0CM668Y1t3X9_nTfPdqafJb01CbHYSEbr5BRXr2twCrVjk6yXJugpAPy8uW_7yUqbWbROrJX3tAwj4Y68Gvs2sI7CQ/s4000/DSC09127(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="2797" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwti3SCUQ1OZuOlwylMdctBF19TkDR9TRZviFs2mAkYE27koisTFT3wHNpg7qBKrpGCUS_gW4mIPqoPWh9BkONX4ae-1g4FCKQB0CM668Y1t3X9_nTfPdqafJb01CbHYSEbr5BRXr2twCrVjk6yXJugpAPy8uW_7yUqbWbROrJX3tAwj4Y68Gvs2sI7CQ/w280-h400/DSC09127(2).jpg" width="280" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEill6KC_pwx3JHaWCREFhlR7jFfSmzjDoyMhDAWDKqqzBytsgz0Bsd7vCp3Tyg2WdRFxfOiLIuRPcuJBuGVMcVEAXhBDiHq0B2WR3XyjKlYPUj_M7wMXbGDh18gzBvslaL5XlSFF3Lu4s63eOsXqkTBDn2n1dKkYAK0y-JhVYV_BHR_bQxFprLxFHmFcjs/s3872/DSC09124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3872" data-original-width="2592" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEill6KC_pwx3JHaWCREFhlR7jFfSmzjDoyMhDAWDKqqzBytsgz0Bsd7vCp3Tyg2WdRFxfOiLIuRPcuJBuGVMcVEAXhBDiHq0B2WR3XyjKlYPUj_M7wMXbGDh18gzBvslaL5XlSFF3Lu4s63eOsXqkTBDn2n1dKkYAK0y-JhVYV_BHR_bQxFprLxFHmFcjs/w268-h400/DSC09124.JPG" width="268" /></a></div><i>Lavender Rose (love!!!!)</i></div><br /><p><br /></p>Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04323319590464560620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959716005727920815.post-32920416161783109002024-02-08T19:09:00.000-08:002024-02-08T19:09:49.432-08:00"Soft"<p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="background-color: white;">"</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 20px;">Being a<i> soft place to land </i>is simply </span><span style="background-color: #d3e3fd; color: #040c28; font-size: 20px;">to be reliably and safely there for the person in your life</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 20px;">. You're the one they go to with their problems, fears, tears, struggles, anxieties & faith. A <i>soft place to land</i> is the place they can let down and break down without pretense, fear of judgment, or undue worry."</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_3eKVUIH9gzRMVwWOH9j43iL_LVYs4XJvs6JOj-WqkuwoJNXV2wywTIhYtRrhGIsfspRrGfPN5YFG9IeXyFgpjnyweOgJeWXyMcLgxCFOX5HmyztXxIz8HL8Js-FlT06EYGSWSAFyPtkZAtwWIBpDFaqxvBBPzULc4_cs69V4afCp8AIeDRi_P5Lnvog/s2048/310549640_10222356816734664_7551577601144782316_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1647" data-original-width="2048" height="321" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_3eKVUIH9gzRMVwWOH9j43iL_LVYs4XJvs6JOj-WqkuwoJNXV2wywTIhYtRrhGIsfspRrGfPN5YFG9IeXyFgpjnyweOgJeWXyMcLgxCFOX5HmyztXxIz8HL8Js-FlT06EYGSWSAFyPtkZAtwWIBpDFaqxvBBPzULc4_cs69V4afCp8AIeDRi_P5Lnvog/w400-h321/310549640_10222356816734664_7551577601144782316_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3D5BuWpqI5m718BMuzfmBpafadWjPb-ET_fsC266M0O9Hr4nyjjYLzllu8UrkQLK2SEEp1SNifIkHKvRK3kdCmZvw3kq-WnCuVf35AN6N2TJOgobnQD6bytOd777pyZpplOMqFKg8iTTSBDdbvX-eGlIiy-HNAYEtnWxKIwWBusn914y4wIehCVABVKY/s2048/310850539_10222356817174675_6412629604966723614_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3D5BuWpqI5m718BMuzfmBpafadWjPb-ET_fsC266M0O9Hr4nyjjYLzllu8UrkQLK2SEEp1SNifIkHKvRK3kdCmZvw3kq-WnCuVf35AN6N2TJOgobnQD6bytOd777pyZpplOMqFKg8iTTSBDdbvX-eGlIiy-HNAYEtnWxKIwWBusn914y4wIehCVABVKY/w266-h400/310850539_10222356817174675_6412629604966723614_n.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCWFoyPs0E8V1Ccv8Gkz94er4UXeHuL9NSPP9zotyAGObqc6qcYRFDLfxtXn7NVYxbu8H9ut_k6-7drCyzldwt47VizQFUii5bSO_J0GpUOuXoxOT4JlAhyog4XCMebSustKJOXaaPFdvKkjCq33hgQV6fgIfsm2lSev5li9BiyVZaYx8lPpm1DvWUKC0/s2048/311032437_10222356814974620_1179716692963263751_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1945" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCWFoyPs0E8V1Ccv8Gkz94er4UXeHuL9NSPP9zotyAGObqc6qcYRFDLfxtXn7NVYxbu8H9ut_k6-7drCyzldwt47VizQFUii5bSO_J0GpUOuXoxOT4JlAhyog4XCMebSustKJOXaaPFdvKkjCq33hgQV6fgIfsm2lSev5li9BiyVZaYx8lPpm1DvWUKC0/w380-h400/311032437_10222356814974620_1179716692963263751_n.jpg" width="380" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #202124;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 20px;">Finally. 💖</span></span></span><p></p>Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04323319590464560620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959716005727920815.post-45439562333982007272024-02-06T15:25:00.000-08:002024-02-06T15:30:03.806-08:00Do you really know who you 'love?'<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi8MznQ_3goiQD8t9AAouWName158sZqHbpORkraYz8fEfgzRszvI10uyeDlg3YkC5vUxZBht2j6L7i4FqtaKT1_dAC09sMeZfQ_GAIN0fqMzFiWJlS18IemhPISPEApnzu8gj3iI_Z6TMJICdkWcU-46HPhfk2whSM46pc6XuUW-PQPc1kSjtXAc9FcI/s2048/10682171_10203048432877135_8959111600542315847_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1931" data-original-width="2048" height="378" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi8MznQ_3goiQD8t9AAouWName158sZqHbpORkraYz8fEfgzRszvI10uyeDlg3YkC5vUxZBht2j6L7i4FqtaKT1_dAC09sMeZfQ_GAIN0fqMzFiWJlS18IemhPISPEApnzu8gj3iI_Z6TMJICdkWcU-46HPhfk2whSM46pc6XuUW-PQPc1kSjtXAc9FcI/w400-h378/10682171_10203048432877135_8959111600542315847_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>I need to say this. A murder/suicide happened b/tween a man and woman I went to school with. Not close friends in any way, but this is a small town. </p><p>Everyone commented on how 'in love' they seemed to be. Married five years, travel, she was a business owner, homeowner; looked liked they had it all going on. From the outside looking in.</p><p>Then que the ugly 'bad music' that comes with every TV show that covers this type of thing. When the narrator's voice takes on the sinister sound of bad news.</p><p>Who knows what went on in their home that caused this damn to break. Word said she wanted him gone for whatever reasons. She'd had enough and sounded like that was too much for him to handle.</p><p>I know this experience first hand. When 'your person' doesn't give you the respect, love, support & nurturing you need. That's a red flag. 🚩. When your accomplishments aren't recognized but are belittled w/jealousy, that's a 2nd red flag 🚩. When everything becomes a competition, that's a 3rd red flag 🚩.So many more 🚩's that everyone reading this can add to.</p><p>The first time this type of marital suicide happened was many years ago when I was younger. A man killed his wife, then shot himself to cover it up. Mind was blown. Then the 'Lacy Petersen' tragedy & countless others @ the hands of domestic violence. People can create total lives with children, supposed 'love', trust, etc., then a life can be snuffed out in a blink because of an emotion?</p><p>I researched this: "<span color="var(--wp--preset--color--gray-g)" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: -0.01em;"><span style="font-family: times;">As a criminal psychologist, I have examined and reported upon many offenders who have killed their partners and it is clear that they possess a number of common, persistent personality traits. </span></span><span color="var(--wp--preset--color--gray-g)" style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: -0.01em;">Inevitably, despite their bravado, they are inadequate men, with fragile egos."</span></p><p>To that end, now that I am newly alone after a 30+ year relationship that had me guessing at times, I thank God I am free. I will N-E-V-E-R let another person live in my home causing me to put my peace on hold. Never again interrupt my sanctuary. Never again talk down or belittle me. Never again have to answer to anyone but God. Never again allow myself to be so bruised.</p><p>Be safe. Be aware. When the smallest of 🚩's appear. Act. Pray for guidance & protect your peace & space. And your life. No 'love' is worth it.</p>Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04323319590464560620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959716005727920815.post-10851079821368690642024-02-05T16:35:00.000-08:002024-02-05T16:35:01.547-08:00Here Comes The Sun<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNOp7cZjVIlx6JkqKdsV_KIR7_VP5XQD8BO4GmizAGzr7Dd_3W8OOU-w4beuI7KZG3ziuE9H5Pt77GAo-jdW7gabJpn3ivlj-CI89Mc92XuM93zFKwynL18652UBWnCliFytNwjNMyTOO1HxDA4UQ0TegAQ6bFhdz3ND6T-L-JXIhxUP0QyKbzqgQaVeE/s4001/DSC09743.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4001" data-original-width="2766" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNOp7cZjVIlx6JkqKdsV_KIR7_VP5XQD8BO4GmizAGzr7Dd_3W8OOU-w4beuI7KZG3ziuE9H5Pt77GAo-jdW7gabJpn3ivlj-CI89Mc92XuM93zFKwynL18652UBWnCliFytNwjNMyTOO1HxDA4UQ0TegAQ6bFhdz3ND6T-L-JXIhxUP0QyKbzqgQaVeE/w276-h400/DSC09743.JPG" width="276" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <i>Everyday is a gift & fresh start</i></div><p></p>Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04323319590464560620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959716005727920815.post-58528899280409895142024-01-30T13:04:00.000-08:002024-01-30T13:04:43.161-08:00The Power of ...<p> </p><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="heading_block block-2" style="background-color: white; font-family: serif, sans-serif; width: 100%;"><tbody><tr><td class="pad" style="padding-left: 15px; padding-right: 15px; padding-top: 35px; text-align: center; width: 570px;"><h1 style="color: #111111; font-family: Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 28.8px; margin: 0px;"><a href="https://lr.dailyom.com/click/34109021.1075335/aHR0cHM6Ly93d3cuZGFpbHlvbS5jb20vaW5zcGlyYXRpb24vc2lsZW5jZT91dG1fbWVkaXVtPWVtYWlsJnV0bV9zb3VyY2U9aW5zcGlyYXRpb24mYWZmPTIyMDImYWNjdD0zNDEwOTAyMQ/6274c3a6fdc431fd0c0edfe4C4ddf3b5e" style="color: #111111; text-decoration-line: none;">Silence</a></h1></td></tr></tbody></table><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="paragraph_block block-3" style="background-color: white; font-family: serif, sans-serif; width: 100%;"><tbody><tr><td class="pad" style="padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 15px; padding-right: 15px;"><div style="color: #111111; font-family: Arial, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 25.5px; text-align: center;"><p style="margin: 0px;"></p></div></td></tr></tbody></table><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="paragraph_block block-4" style="background-color: white; font-family: serif, sans-serif; width: 100%;"><tbody><tr><td class="pad" style="padding: 5px 15px 10px;"><div style="color: #111111; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 25.5px;"><p style="font-family: Arial, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; margin: 0px;"></p><center style="font-family: Arial, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i>Silence can make us nervous thinking we need to fill the void, but there is immense strength in silence.</i></span></center><p style="font-family: Arial, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif;">All sounds, from a whisper to a classical symphony, arise out of silence and disappear into silence. But silence is always there beneath sound and is the space where sound can exist. We tend to think of silence as the absence of sound, but silence has its own weight and quality. When you listen to silence, you can perceive its intense depth and power. Taking the time to experience silence calms the mind and rejuvenates the body. Silence is the void where we can hear the many sounds that we often ignore — the voice of our intuition telling us the truth, the sound of the breeze blowing, the hum of the radiator, and the noises we make just because we are alive.</p><p style="font-family: Arial, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif;">One way to experience silence is to wake up before the rest of the world has come alive. Try not to move into activity, and leave off the lights, radio, and television. Sit still and simply listen. You may hear your heartbeat or your breath, but keep your attention tuned to the silence that surrounds you. Stay this way for as long as you can, and allow the sound of silence to penetrate your body until it moves into your core. Feel the gentle, pulsing waves of silence and allow it to cleanse you. Five minutes of communing with silence can leave you feeling vibrant and connected to the universe.</p><p style="font-family: Arial, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif;">At night, choose a moment after everyone around you has retired and tune in to silence. You can also experience silence throughout the day. Even in the midst of activity, moments of silence are always present. Usually we ignore or feel nervous around silence and try to fill these moments with sound. Yet silence is always there — vast, potent, and available for us to step into any time we choose. ~ <a href="https://www.dailyom.com/" target="_blank">Daily Om</a></p><p><span style="font-family: times;">As I settle into adjustment of this new silence, I appreciate this article. </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRMatmI3uKVJn37J4U0TuiUTOI8bvh5DgCe9q56s7TTNkSidu_maNKzMa_Z-Z3dbJXgUDHth7MRzfCieoRPPAfPbIgWETbGRb25J57BSjwQ8clak2r6n5c_cF1FQP6OvAWEZUHLQoRKMtN153pocXHzb5jNGXimGB6d4thfoXFVne3HEEZ3IF_K7FLqdY/s4608/20211007_073531.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRMatmI3uKVJn37J4U0TuiUTOI8bvh5DgCe9q56s7TTNkSidu_maNKzMa_Z-Z3dbJXgUDHth7MRzfCieoRPPAfPbIgWETbGRb25J57BSjwQ8clak2r6n5c_cF1FQP6OvAWEZUHLQoRKMtN153pocXHzb5jNGXimGB6d4thfoXFVne3HEEZ3IF_K7FLqdY/w400-h300/20211007_073531.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span><p></p></div></td></tr></tbody></table>Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04323319590464560620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959716005727920815.post-45076285523261767072024-01-29T16:23:00.000-08:002024-01-29T16:23:53.023-08:00Much Needed<p> Family time. Free to just hang out on my own time with no interruptions. Totally in the moment, surrounded by what truly matters.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlCiHVwync-5FwZAUAqKKC4lvh3uZ_JD3BNTlVHhBMPFKFs7hAiV4P9-O2OazX6lzf-asL1kpzU6f2O-KvYMIYycqCA43nNWi0SGcu9V45Blzemixko-R1tPXu9QjfDO2w3WGT7DbubaB6y1JRI4vwi3sDSBvVJuU19KHi2J9tQ2-lJTFxUz3yn0Hd49A/s4608/20240127_172127.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlCiHVwync-5FwZAUAqKKC4lvh3uZ_JD3BNTlVHhBMPFKFs7hAiV4P9-O2OazX6lzf-asL1kpzU6f2O-KvYMIYycqCA43nNWi0SGcu9V45Blzemixko-R1tPXu9QjfDO2w3WGT7DbubaB6y1JRI4vwi3sDSBvVJuU19KHi2J9tQ2-lJTFxUz3yn0Hd49A/w400-h300/20240127_172127.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04323319590464560620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959716005727920815.post-1490216229550245722024-01-20T16:42:00.000-08:002024-01-20T16:42:42.466-08:00"None"<p> At the beginning of the ceramics class, introduce yourself/your level of experience. </p><p>I am Tracey. None. And the other 8 had 'none' as well.</p><p>A block of clay sat before me, this is all I could come up with.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg02GgbgagLog7P2nGgJPaz_sVgppVRNg4lUsASoLq6Ykvt5o3Rxatim2jRj7Q_VovO1ru96EnqYDeT7w1AqlGcWBVZ-gbcnu2ZgHtHWA22aW5qiXTsKyryFoiLqdTUKQjIYAaHSeiSIGWHnY0GxtD_-rgTsT1fVdHxr3uotwRU0cpq4cYfXJgrQzkkWOY/s600/421085758_10225144151576293_3643675376320016402_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg02GgbgagLog7P2nGgJPaz_sVgppVRNg4lUsASoLq6Ykvt5o3Rxatim2jRj7Q_VovO1ru96EnqYDeT7w1AqlGcWBVZ-gbcnu2ZgHtHWA22aW5qiXTsKyryFoiLqdTUKQjIYAaHSeiSIGWHnY0GxtD_-rgTsT1fVdHxr3uotwRU0cpq4cYfXJgrQzkkWOY/w400-h300/421085758_10225144151576293_3643675376320016402_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKqShDdVfTP7zX2QvJxsaDZeJUrKSVNwmDe8U_A-i5Xi4BYC15-6ikPX6GuwK7Wfi-fPy1mXsIJWOmbXzLg1jUdJC0Rjgur4KmO1RbIDitjVPwQwIuRhLd-4Qyb2BxWbJVfUzXAAYLfx9huC8t4sYo1DTRBKkBG3JKbAtklyTOUjPTWGWhpOdwAfz7QoA/s600/420990001_10225144151936302_8444559577752417132_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKqShDdVfTP7zX2QvJxsaDZeJUrKSVNwmDe8U_A-i5Xi4BYC15-6ikPX6GuwK7Wfi-fPy1mXsIJWOmbXzLg1jUdJC0Rjgur4KmO1RbIDitjVPwQwIuRhLd-4Qyb2BxWbJVfUzXAAYLfx9huC8t4sYo1DTRBKkBG3JKbAtklyTOUjPTWGWhpOdwAfz7QoA/w400-h300/420990001_10225144151936302_8444559577752417132_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p>I consider it perfectly imperfect. Like me. Once glazed/fired (in three weeks), it will be fire engine red. I'll show it off again then.</p><p>On spontaneous thing down, 1,000 more to go. 👍</p>Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04323319590464560620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959716005727920815.post-76132563030715374552024-01-17T15:34:00.000-08:002024-01-17T15:34:45.226-08:00Day By Day<p><span style="color: #e06666;"><i>"<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Day by Day</span></i></span></p><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #e06666;"><i>Day by Day</i></span></span><div><span style="color: #e06666;"><i><br aria-hidden="true" style="background-color: white; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Oh, Dear Lord</span></i></span></div><div><span style="color: #e06666;"><i><br aria-hidden="true" style="background-color: white; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Three things I pray</span></i></span></div><div><span style="color: #e06666;"><i><br aria-hidden="true" style="background-color: white; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">To see thee more clearly</span></i></span></div><div><span style="color: #e06666;"><i><br aria-hidden="true" style="background-color: white; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Love thee more dearly</span></i></span></div><div><span style="color: #e06666;"><i><br aria-hidden="true" style="background-color: white; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Follow thee more nearly</span></i></span></div><div><span style="color: #e06666;"><i><br aria-hidden="true" style="background-color: white; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Day by day" ~ Robin Lamont</span></i></span></div><div><span style="color: #e06666;"><i><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">I'm still adjusting to this 'new normal' of being by myself. I'm actually loving the HELL out of it, even tho, of course, I miss my son with such intensity. I sometimes (i.e., a lot) sit in silence, in awe, of his/our journey of his illness. And how I knew his would end if I lived to see it, and I did. He'll always be so close. At times I can accept the peace, other times I cry so hard, I get sleepy & need to nap. Riding the wave of grief is letting it toss me around as it does while I hang on. Day. By. Day.</span></div><div><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzXoWpwgy3DbU5-pJr2Dz_DruujCpk52vhBcxJJwvRqNuUGh-bFs7prbEz9KwmnOic_DMm-hqr6hJ0cgNWb7XohMNtiaGukP1Zv8z5qVs5FU6VuQP869shJcXF-Tf42a1gY_NSHxdG6QpLB5O0srtBhLYXdaevyIeY11wQG5LD_Hr9gtY8EwsJtqmTJeg/s810/1973932_10201916715984920_1414762666_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="810" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzXoWpwgy3DbU5-pJr2Dz_DruujCpk52vhBcxJJwvRqNuUGh-bFs7prbEz9KwmnOic_DMm-hqr6hJ0cgNWb7XohMNtiaGukP1Zv8z5qVs5FU6VuQP869shJcXF-Tf42a1gY_NSHxdG6QpLB5O0srtBhLYXdaevyIeY11wQG5LD_Hr9gtY8EwsJtqmTJeg/w400-h266/1973932_10201916715984920_1414762666_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div><span style="font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;">Love & light.</span></span></div>Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04323319590464560620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959716005727920815.post-69382085943091190312024-01-14T19:16:00.000-08:002024-01-14T19:16:19.813-08:00Sign Me Up<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbcciozNvKRSZBEWZyInISDLE5a8OEppVi2Ah4ulRsOpj5ImB2lrwBAaYkan6lU6m3nixYQIuAkSkxv04XKHCnvHUtM3tMORCUMjK5LUZ9C7muzkPu2ze8ix75UhnIrfEXZIYp6poXkZtTca9823RR9Oa2NZ8Ts9X8uUMNV0-ZgmnTcACLW6_42GcovPU/s960/418731416_768769185284217_2640259528090694952_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbcciozNvKRSZBEWZyInISDLE5a8OEppVi2Ah4ulRsOpj5ImB2lrwBAaYkan6lU6m3nixYQIuAkSkxv04XKHCnvHUtM3tMORCUMjK5LUZ9C7muzkPu2ze8ix75UhnIrfEXZIYp6poXkZtTca9823RR9Oa2NZ8Ts9X8uUMNV0-ZgmnTcACLW6_42GcovPU/w400-h225/418731416_768769185284217_2640259528090694952_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwwE3N5OVzjipQSJQDuqzhax8JHpw3o3G2U_v5ailoTZbq_zByhzchtCoRoSrPSJSsQjWXYai-DRvlw3KBNIjJVtLKXoMJmsVgwVLT7SO0cBVRp6KH-Qms1d8dQjtIGrgcyqQwX1B_OmigBN8170Tmekc8uGOLMfNkj3HgVcqP3INxSRRYfDhyphenhyphenHf-1M6I/s275/download.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="275" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwwE3N5OVzjipQSJQDuqzhax8JHpw3o3G2U_v5ailoTZbq_zByhzchtCoRoSrPSJSsQjWXYai-DRvlw3KBNIjJVtLKXoMJmsVgwVLT7SO0cBVRp6KH-Qms1d8dQjtIGrgcyqQwX1B_OmigBN8170Tmekc8uGOLMfNkj3HgVcqP3INxSRRYfDhyphenhyphenHf-1M6I/w400-h266/download.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDKkSIPDGYpGovvCZNbgUDELwim0egeqRbo9nLdfF5GwrZ6qfMTxggB934n6MZg8hlmKzzCIN8opnSnscZYU3a8e7kClKa7uas3_3omWjKyXo0vg-IuY8y-0hlIGqIrbxmVW7C7BLrxGJ3tF9i439a7ciqKpc8WED9mV17vgflXFpCGwmn1tjJ-yvFg90/s310/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="163" data-original-width="310" height="163" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDKkSIPDGYpGovvCZNbgUDELwim0egeqRbo9nLdfF5GwrZ6qfMTxggB934n6MZg8hlmKzzCIN8opnSnscZYU3a8e7kClKa7uas3_3omWjKyXo0vg-IuY8y-0hlIGqIrbxmVW7C7BLrxGJ3tF9i439a7ciqKpc8WED9mV17vgflXFpCGwmn1tjJ-yvFg90/s1600/images.jpg" width="310" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Ceramics Incense Burners Workshop I'm signed up for; Local Historical Theater showing for $7.00/per ticket. I'm trying out whatever pops up. Good to be spontaneous w/no feedback. #bliss </p>Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04323319590464560620noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959716005727920815.post-64691841934617991382024-01-14T18:35:00.000-08:002024-01-14T18:38:01.439-08:00The New Normal<p>Friday, 01/12/2024 was Dwayne's military burial.</p><p>Saturday, 01/13/2024 was his memorial.</p><p>His obituary said his death was 01/07/2024. I say it was 12/23/2023.</p><p>Yet, on Friday, out of the corner of my eye, I 'saw' his spirit leave the house. Out the front door.</p><p>I was in the kitchen & saw something move quickly but it looked like him. Black/gray thermal shirt. Seems he glanced & went out the door. I don't even know if that short amount of time has a name. Nano-second, maybe?</p><p>It didn't scare me at all. And as I thought about it later, I remembered the doctor said they found him here. At home. It's all still so surreal. </p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpu0Bsjm9i9rfKopjeHWakTqUeNF-rVldzAvX9pf-FA5OMim2E9Y6iC48DwgoXTKYi_gd78RUmnR_MBzht2YwFs6CiV1TsEMpYQzj09I0yDEe2FkoMuvW3FM4cPb2UDlcNMzqdHFPInzxVbwkkUJbInfxSQOumsxR_W9ap15PvYUnZkn9Q0Esr0ybr7Sg/s600/419200782_10225121395407403_1384150829870239204_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="450" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpu0Bsjm9i9rfKopjeHWakTqUeNF-rVldzAvX9pf-FA5OMim2E9Y6iC48DwgoXTKYi_gd78RUmnR_MBzht2YwFs6CiV1TsEMpYQzj09I0yDEe2FkoMuvW3FM4cPb2UDlcNMzqdHFPInzxVbwkkUJbInfxSQOumsxR_W9ap15PvYUnZkn9Q0Esr0ybr7Sg/w300-h400/419200782_10225121395407403_1384150829870239204_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF5oAGm7I7HlyFgu8oTgxpZ9wYALu0hC8GnvgsKPjUxmj4Cm4sT1aQiO4trVd7vCqSKe4uIHedCnff9Cbv6cvsDJxY-_-1eJ4mEW-QnbIOLJVNhMMJX-JIfwwnrMJGyFVxAUqNRXrDzIfV-9uanT-qeqF2mXjlMyTGedaZ74TfDbSFQR5Vb4mMUo2J6lg/s588/418860849_10225121395047394_8557954091234171264_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="588" height="368" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF5oAGm7I7HlyFgu8oTgxpZ9wYALu0hC8GnvgsKPjUxmj4Cm4sT1aQiO4trVd7vCqSKe4uIHedCnff9Cbv6cvsDJxY-_-1eJ4mEW-QnbIOLJVNhMMJX-JIfwwnrMJGyFVxAUqNRXrDzIfV-9uanT-qeqF2mXjlMyTGedaZ74TfDbSFQR5Vb4mMUo2J6lg/w400-h368/418860849_10225121395047394_8557954091234171264_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Otherwise, I'm adjusting to all this space, quiet & alone time. I'm truly diggin' it (<a href="https://genius.com/Meshell-ndegeocello-im-diggin-you-like-an-old-soul-record-lyrics" target="_blank">like an Old School Record)</a> ~ <a class="Link__StyledLink-rwn6i6-0 kMnVYG HeaderArtistAndTracklistdesktop__Artist-sc-4vdeb8-1 jhWHLb" font-size="reading" font-weight="light" href="https://genius.com/artists/Meshell-ndegeocello" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1rem; line-height: 1.33; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; text-wrap: nowrap;"><span style="font-family: times;">Meshell Ndegéocello</span></a>. Been slowly adding little things that make me smile and have meaning, yet keeping things asthetic. </p><p>I didn't attend any services for Dwayne. I'm glad his family laid him to rest. He was so sad, depressed & sick a lot. Yet 'mean & surly.' I know I immediately seemed detached but it felt necessary once I knew he was gone. And the world keeps turning.</p><div><br /></div>Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04323319590464560620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959716005727920815.post-55299152582830800092024-01-04T19:58:00.000-08:002024-01-04T19:59:45.807-08:00Still Sealed<p>Today is one month to the day that God took my baby on home and ended his pain/suffering.</p><p>I still have yet to read the death certificate. It's still in the envelope the funeral home gave me in a folder with the rest of his 'end stages' of his short life.</p><p>Maybe one day ....</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibFtt1uJMVUf8y5QDVJINzBCBGaqaZAgvNepE7A-YElEARzag_c6a6NrpWOrWSH349i4n_v3A2obmGWx3GqyjPWymXoWMQ3Ep2AVQeecisWoHJpZ8yguWR979SnVQAhNxZfoJqArZeH7nwTP5oIHADh696W5jiwVybqmgROhmCCHx2Af_X8aEbXAUypz0/s2048/277587_1832285332279_7666960_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibFtt1uJMVUf8y5QDVJINzBCBGaqaZAgvNepE7A-YElEARzag_c6a6NrpWOrWSH349i4n_v3A2obmGWx3GqyjPWymXoWMQ3Ep2AVQeecisWoHJpZ8yguWR979SnVQAhNxZfoJqArZeH7nwTP5oIHADh696W5jiwVybqmgROhmCCHx2Af_X8aEbXAUypz0/w300-h400/277587_1832285332279_7666960_o.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04323319590464560620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959716005727920815.post-71701100283871536282024-01-01T17:51:00.000-08:002024-01-01T17:51:58.992-08:00This New Year<p> Happy New Year!!!!! It sounds funny to say "2024", but we'll get used to it just like the years prior to this one. There has been no truer statement than "time flies." I wish everyone peace, good health and good .... everything.</p><p>But on the other hand, should you have adversity in life (and you WILL), I wish you the strength and faith to stay patient and let God work it out beside you/with you/for you. In HIS time. Not yours (ours).</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6kxFmoBAr8dPdDrVp1-1x3BlW6AvOGU6c9KYYqXOpRcnpZLPiPTnMyuSg1TYD9EGAVls3oRZxbhkXFU9J_zDp3s5Uio3cmbWdAojX5f1W1Jw-cm81jltYcureXKLToUIK494KFryIOucvx8XYu77S8Rk5OPnPulQeOK64BcZi34orxvqQ8-5i2Hff2Ps/s1600/1000000993.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6kxFmoBAr8dPdDrVp1-1x3BlW6AvOGU6c9KYYqXOpRcnpZLPiPTnMyuSg1TYD9EGAVls3oRZxbhkXFU9J_zDp3s5Uio3cmbWdAojX5f1W1Jw-cm81jltYcureXKLToUIK494KFryIOucvx8XYu77S8Rk5OPnPulQeOK64BcZi34orxvqQ8-5i2Hff2Ps/w400-h300/1000000993.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo Credit: <i><span style="color: #cc0000;">Alicia Rose Temple</span></i></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div>Going into the new year of living alone is interesting at best. I love my peace but I must keep productive. It's easy to fall into TV/social media land, but I like to keep moving. I've made changes to things I've been wanting to do - things that I don't have to hear any feedback about. Things that have needed to 'go' for years but stayed because of resistance from the Sig. Other. So liberating. 👍<div><br /></div><div>Today is the first day the doctors actually said the words "BRAIN. DEAD" re: the Sig. Other. If I haven't said this before, I believe he was gone on the 23rd when his heart failed him but 'protocols' needed to be followed. I feel sad that he is being kept in this 'limbo' state as his children fumble their ways thru what to do. He would be LIVID if he knew he was being kept alive. It was something he said over the years on the regular. Hopefully, he will be peacefully released soon. It's been WAY too long, in my opinion. 😔</div><div><br /></div><div>I knew my son was leaving earth, but I never dreamed I would lose both him & the Sig. Other in the same month, 20 days apart. It's still extremely surreal. But still I rise. (<i><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Maya Angelou</span></i>)</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZqbazqYA9MhNLfLWOOuH4MzyigyV9xnfp6cMMjqqvcmBFeSpn-aFmkIiDFiPOuF-w0jhLrXi_EqBehmImLtbyzg7CVG-NIHUwp31VjAwI59dILoCPOFyTYY9KvEA4AdeQEgQzhFXr9VMA3ypW91p_hNy2lrobxVLvIHqSPJwVytPaZYSXnmDcHCQFyOY/s4000/20231005_130715.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZqbazqYA9MhNLfLWOOuH4MzyigyV9xnfp6cMMjqqvcmBFeSpn-aFmkIiDFiPOuF-w0jhLrXi_EqBehmImLtbyzg7CVG-NIHUwp31VjAwI59dILoCPOFyTYY9KvEA4AdeQEgQzhFXr9VMA3ypW91p_hNy2lrobxVLvIHqSPJwVytPaZYSXnmDcHCQFyOY/w300-h400/20231005_130715.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div><p>So ... on those notes, I'm still stumbling around in a semi-very functional fog. Work keeps me on my toes, which I love. It's a challenge daily, even after 7 years. But good. I meet A. LOT. of nice folks. Yep - they're still out there 😊 My mornings and evenings are very quiet. I talk and/or read out loud to myself a lot. My routine so far consists of: leaving work, getting home, <a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=ginger+tea+with+honey+natural+gardens&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwiwjePTx72DAxVL88kDHXewB_0Q2-cCegQIABAA&oq=ginger+tea+with+honey+natural+gardens&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQAzoECCMQJzoFCAAQgAQ6CggAEIAEEIoFEEM6BggAEAUQHjoHCAAQgAQQGDoGCAAQCBAeOgQIABAeUMAKWIO6A2CGvANoAHAAeACAAa8BiAHmFZIBBTE4LjEwmAEAoAEBqgELZ3dzLXdpei1pbWfAAQE&sclient=img&ei=ymeTZbCAG8vmp84P9-Ce6A8&bih=607&biw=1366&rlz=1C1CHBF_enUS700US700#imgrc=g4Rd2jvJpw9DmM" target="_blank">ginger tea</a>, Bible study, nap (easily for at least FOUR hours), piddle around w/chores til' I need to get to bed for the next early day. It's what I need for right now.</p><p>Until next time.</p></div>Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04323319590464560620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959716005727920815.post-45569588625089407822023-12-26T15:29:00.000-08:002023-12-26T15:31:37.404-08:002023 On It's Way Out <p> Before 2023 leaves, it left this in it's wake: </p><p></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>The nasty disease of Scleroderma/Covid/Pneumonia claimed my baby. My only child at the age of 36. It was the hardest thing ever to watch him suffer and waste away to nothing. My only solace is my faith, asking God for strength DAILY and knowing my boy is no longer suffering. That, alone, brings me peace. It's been a 6 month struggle of nursing home & hospital. Rest in peace, my love.</li></ul><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVuGW8Q457KGz2N0yVTzSauwvLwnC6-NsDOkMKD30s3V2c_aYglJf8wootde-9i3uh-tbLDLRipJ0DM_-kY9Rq6mG73IShBASgH1h-SXsBQIeUNiEJIR05Apy6vUpiYF4_BcANvlbyqgT4uf28I_3Bux3EFSGqtYZEJKlxwK6bRfPciaiIVtCU7g9OuBQ/s206/18403671_10209415482409394_8086751612374062849_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="206" data-original-width="206" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVuGW8Q457KGz2N0yVTzSauwvLwnC6-NsDOkMKD30s3V2c_aYglJf8wootde-9i3uh-tbLDLRipJ0DM_-kY9Rq6mG73IShBASgH1h-SXsBQIeUNiEJIR05Apy6vUpiYF4_BcANvlbyqgT4uf28I_3Bux3EFSGqtYZEJKlxwK6bRfPciaiIVtCU7g9OuBQ/w400-h400/18403671_10209415482409394_8086751612374062849_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>One the 23rd of this month, my Significant Other suffered a debilitating heart attack and to this day remains on a ventilator with no brain activity. It happened while I was at work. The doctors say they're glad he had the where with all to dial 911 before becoming unresponsive. No heart beat; no breathing. His 'life' will probably end in the next 48 hours, even though I truly believe his spirit left his body on the 23rd</li></ul><br />Now, this is the first time I've been alone in my own home in 36 years. It feels very odd but I'm getting used to it slowly. I'm slowly getting used to the fact that I can finally do what I want, when I want w/out any negative or questionable input.<p></p><p>I'm making small changes to things I've always wanted to.</p><p>I don't have to worry about groceries; I eat what and when and if I want.</p><p>The silence allows me to hear God's voice.</p><p>I feel peace.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilw27KT_E_x6uVgdzmVIq7zMD-CCU1bf222V-TNul4IPMGZZvbaSxEmDSX6zy-l6EHNKlT_8Ox0IUiXijD1jZ1C1rPaUzanNT6Z-H2FLxmlzWQs_CqutOfGpFAw6PhK_HFOJNmaV_Yl84HXZCT8fOoHDpHmJfy4Pt3biLTgdNmhBALY7uZz7njBGLKGWU/s4086/IMG_0077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2324" data-original-width="4086" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilw27KT_E_x6uVgdzmVIq7zMD-CCU1bf222V-TNul4IPMGZZvbaSxEmDSX6zy-l6EHNKlT_8Ox0IUiXijD1jZ1C1rPaUzanNT6Z-H2FLxmlzWQs_CqutOfGpFAw6PhK_HFOJNmaV_Yl84HXZCT8fOoHDpHmJfy4Pt3biLTgdNmhBALY7uZz7njBGLKGWU/w400-h228/IMG_0077.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04323319590464560620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959716005727920815.post-58554841156802089792023-05-28T16:56:00.000-07:002023-05-28T16:56:32.341-07:00I never imagined.<p> Hey folks. Still here thank God. Cannot believe it's so into 2023 in all it's madness. Here goes;</p><p>Never imagined my son would get an autoimmune disease</p><p>Nor that he would loose use of his hands</p><p>That I thought it was best to retire him at age 35</p><p>That I would dress him/clean him up like when he was a baby</p><p>That my Significant Other would become so unwell.</p><p>That I would become Supervisor of my department</p><p>That the City demands that I update my property w/out giving a damn how you get it done. #bastsards</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikI_UVQ5rllIF6CbCTDd-EQnGJN9XIAbJwjYtEuVO2xUUfl7wEgZnFrromVO5_Jbw7nHT_bjiqw6y-rlRRpvXXVLA2gnmeuxCQuefNnFTS3Lume1d9xm0lYann1SCtsvGY2mA9mCPcgBahUo_NC6NjGPBZ8R9ujAauQTPfXPkAMM9KRROxJJPEngjt/s3872/DSC07842.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3872" data-original-width="2592" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikI_UVQ5rllIF6CbCTDd-EQnGJN9XIAbJwjYtEuVO2xUUfl7wEgZnFrromVO5_Jbw7nHT_bjiqw6y-rlRRpvXXVLA2gnmeuxCQuefNnFTS3Lume1d9xm0lYann1SCtsvGY2mA9mCPcgBahUo_NC6NjGPBZ8R9ujAauQTPfXPkAMM9KRROxJJPEngjt/w268-h400/DSC07842.JPG" width="268" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p>Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04323319590464560620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959716005727920815.post-78831581703609547972023-01-09T08:35:00.000-08:002023-01-09T08:35:03.823-08:00Happy 2023!!!<p> I can't say where 2022 went but it sure flew. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOMbKJ9Gq5cJupNEsIUnDu74ruIYytyKFlAQlqWDUrVOwUhQZSsagdSPpvzkUYNhe-EpZWn7eE19KgVVLCbW0UFxombelLs7Sikkd6JnDFPXlmAIGBFXIl2IeJLRDp5RAL2OvPqPxEy2MscSFKAXt01fXCi78ooXwOiGbuf65MNAIOJ5aj8UwEcWeR/s3872/DSC03977.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2592" data-original-width="3872" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOMbKJ9Gq5cJupNEsIUnDu74ruIYytyKFlAQlqWDUrVOwUhQZSsagdSPpvzkUYNhe-EpZWn7eE19KgVVLCbW0UFxombelLs7Sikkd6JnDFPXlmAIGBFXIl2IeJLRDp5RAL2OvPqPxEy2MscSFKAXt01fXCi78ooXwOiGbuf65MNAIOJ5aj8UwEcWeR/w400-h268/DSC03977.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p>I can't say I remember much about the first 1/2 of the year as we got hit with a major home extermination issue which is still ongoing. I think it started in August and it was so traumatic, everything else is a blur. We're still living out of totes and nearly the entire house is packed in boxes. Prayerfully, this will be over soon so I can feel good about being in my home again. Uggh...</p><p>Nothing more is going on. My son retired @ age 35 from the workforce as the damned Scleroderma has weakened him so, it's not possible. He's lost an incredible amount of weight and is in constant pain. As a mother and caretaker, nothing sustains me like God's comfort, mercy and grace. If anyone happens to read this, I ask that you send up a prayer or two as well. Thanks. 🙏🙏🙏</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivBQz6BkCwetY1RuigtBcOayZeDImkRwbcBU77G19g0s_jI6cJ3KqeI7sHgK9AUOPkmfgc5JIqwF4xA_NTULyufPJL6za622mgOnJzUi3sMIjoMqGLeq1Byzf0B5kgRuutB5xILUBda5d4LTgMoRBadJD4kn8cawpSjyslKMv9Yi8XPdNFTyuBg9D3/s4064/IMG_7757.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2768" data-original-width="4064" height="272" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivBQz6BkCwetY1RuigtBcOayZeDImkRwbcBU77G19g0s_jI6cJ3KqeI7sHgK9AUOPkmfgc5JIqwF4xA_NTULyufPJL6za622mgOnJzUi3sMIjoMqGLeq1Byzf0B5kgRuutB5xILUBda5d4LTgMoRBadJD4kn8cawpSjyslKMv9Yi8XPdNFTyuBg9D3/w400-h272/IMG_7757.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p>Our Winter has been pleasant so far in this part of the woods. My heart breaks for those who lost their lives in the Buffalo blizzard. While I'm thinking about it, here a few photos of Fall taken around Thanksgiving. Picture postcard worthy, eh? </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtlqYRPXpMNvkg1bdJbYuXLEwvxscvPZ4y2hqbCcYKL0btmaCQ5rtYTNZxLZZaQz6mO5JNO-dS4Y-ASP12I4uUuQlaedamQ6x6itRwM88j807UB3-XKP-3S2QVIV6Te_Eij8rdtwoGyoYQM7wWGIRG5wHVQ8ZwhM2kzr3nn3Ge2ijnkaBlGWf12GnQ/s4152/20221026_100318.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3152" data-original-width="4152" height="304" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtlqYRPXpMNvkg1bdJbYuXLEwvxscvPZ4y2hqbCcYKL0btmaCQ5rtYTNZxLZZaQz6mO5JNO-dS4Y-ASP12I4uUuQlaedamQ6x6itRwM88j807UB3-XKP-3S2QVIV6Te_Eij8rdtwoGyoYQM7wWGIRG5wHVQ8ZwhM2kzr3nn3Ge2ijnkaBlGWf12GnQ/w400-h304/20221026_100318.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfqNzrkB6OQm7sbgSpgt6a9_8_8A4auSNPTywHv9k0vLlxANS2QPrOk_gQMJUglJXKBJRV4UzgCo0v2IH1qcyDrAOkoDSsD0ssLTWPDnb266BxZVT_xjvpLLZDs0gAXh6cVlkAv3YVTZTslt2g76wMVY0u1f240sp99Dam3rFFFpc_kxVgSlxf0Mej/s4000/20221026_100351.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfqNzrkB6OQm7sbgSpgt6a9_8_8A4auSNPTywHv9k0vLlxANS2QPrOk_gQMJUglJXKBJRV4UzgCo0v2IH1qcyDrAOkoDSsD0ssLTWPDnb266BxZVT_xjvpLLZDs0gAXh6cVlkAv3YVTZTslt2g76wMVY0u1f240sp99Dam3rFFFpc_kxVgSlxf0Mej/w400-h300/20221026_100351.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjozfmvxglmPG4XoQd9DZ8aULjACXuPHrgB4B0n3mgWo2go6iig_M_0RudzgEzoOllv2zhEjDOECJZiycidS-ZLe1t277cjSiE1fgdl_shs8dy2lptawpe1Xx-d0YjlaSSA5c-p5-3yyVczbHqpJThOOLSFvCsuw-egSy_4ihgNnNQSmpK7V9U_OMk/s4170/20221026_100427.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3170" data-original-width="4170" height="304" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjozfmvxglmPG4XoQd9DZ8aULjACXuPHrgB4B0n3mgWo2go6iig_M_0RudzgEzoOllv2zhEjDOECJZiycidS-ZLe1t277cjSiE1fgdl_shs8dy2lptawpe1Xx-d0YjlaSSA5c-p5-3yyVczbHqpJThOOLSFvCsuw-egSy_4ihgNnNQSmpK7V9U_OMk/w400-h304/20221026_100427.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh__Of8FjVKiAxQQYflBcDBl13VKhAaIdUx8CnCjmoH70jgrfyUj4BA_68Lp8MGWX0rpijWxjs5WawgmqACGvK9e-v1WfPM-Bf_eP6QUkDkN-fEvTRFb9PNO8CYBbtX9VnihkL3iKqeYI2sROmMehzStJXm3LxpMjEzKddQ2K6S1CbqRL2iFJGnfo45/s4000/20221026_100702.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh__Of8FjVKiAxQQYflBcDBl13VKhAaIdUx8CnCjmoH70jgrfyUj4BA_68Lp8MGWX0rpijWxjs5WawgmqACGvK9e-v1WfPM-Bf_eP6QUkDkN-fEvTRFb9PNO8CYBbtX9VnihkL3iKqeYI2sROmMehzStJXm3LxpMjEzKddQ2K6S1CbqRL2iFJGnfo45/w400-h300/20221026_100702.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmxHM3HQLx57zWtXlWpP9e3NqmOH-3aT86Knj4447QYXRQAzeNFXG4GUTB6hp37rJO_6CpGONKXBPp41lCWGmyaX_idZM2XBC-ERzRlvspP3_RuhE0w9Er8bjbTOmocjq7MJJtlNVbUeDa8b7OXpIFI-me_azSGSpo5QLZs_rsSfcOUdAYC5Nf4ztm/s4608/20221026_100528%20(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4608" data-original-width="3456" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmxHM3HQLx57zWtXlWpP9e3NqmOH-3aT86Knj4447QYXRQAzeNFXG4GUTB6hp37rJO_6CpGONKXBPp41lCWGmyaX_idZM2XBC-ERzRlvspP3_RuhE0w9Er8bjbTOmocjq7MJJtlNVbUeDa8b7OXpIFI-me_azSGSpo5QLZs_rsSfcOUdAYC5Nf4ztm/w300-h400/20221026_100528%20(1).jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I finally feel comfortable enough to sit and read. Currents are: <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Lucy-Sea-Novel-Elizabeth-Strout/dp/0593446062" target="_blank"><i>Lucy by the Sea</i></a> and <a href="https://www.amazon.com/What-God-Can-Do-Changes/dp/0743476417" target="_blank"><i>What God Can Do</i></a>. The first is something that takes me away into someone else's life @ the beginning of the dreaded Covid, and the second is for my complete sanity. 😀</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So until next time, be well, be safe, be kind.</div><br /><p><br /></p>Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04323319590464560620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959716005727920815.post-59107994255431946832022-12-23T18:03:00.000-08:002022-12-23T18:03:04.945-08:00Time flies when you're ... Living.Hey. <div><br /></div><div>Not too much going on as the near year approaches.</div><div><br /></div><div>Still being the best caretaker I can be to my son and the best employee @ the store.</div><div><br /></div><div>Still having my house packed in boxes from extermination that started in AUGUST. Still living out of totes & plastic bags. I don't know when I'll feel comfortable enough to unpack again.</div><div><br /></div><div>This is the 2nd year I've 'skipped' Christmas. No decorations, etc. <a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=liberating&rlz=1C1CHBF_enUS700US700&oq=liberating&aqs=chrome..69i57j46i433i512j0i433i512j0i512l7.4656j1j7&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8" target="_blank"><b><i>#liberating</i></b></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I still try to keep my photography going although I have to admit I haven't been as on it I used to. I was able to catch the last of a foggy morning in my town before it burned off.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0toCl5ACD-9DU31jCZ-zFiBQ064x3lkaUTkBbBm9Qw4xAy_KIyz0fBF6vfa9nMmeoLa57WuDs154Es2D2IjP-4E7hLw6Z828ZtS5pG_SWBhBXdg49wDEWlmJ-ppScPANk_fd7cLSiRJ4fRZrpHz4Gt1exCdzNNis1S0jegfe7kwR0aH_2p21Vaqr9/s3736/IMG_9233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2490" data-original-width="3736" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0toCl5ACD-9DU31jCZ-zFiBQ064x3lkaUTkBbBm9Qw4xAy_KIyz0fBF6vfa9nMmeoLa57WuDs154Es2D2IjP-4E7hLw6Z828ZtS5pG_SWBhBXdg49wDEWlmJ-ppScPANk_fd7cLSiRJ4fRZrpHz4Gt1exCdzNNis1S0jegfe7kwR0aH_2p21Vaqr9/w400-h266/IMG_9233.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBsedMkCPHJhkcFaX5XYzb-0Iva0rkM76J6xWjQ2SjQDxMUfc0wU1A6nkw1RxkUCga1CXeb40xxUT9VQdboLneM_YfIaqD1U8d2a3Skl0o2FozvVbLMz_eAfM2sS9cP7vrG1NAnjDVTxCVWXSboOrUXgHOEW15g421gvsETHV3vIZA1--M0k0a9DBC/s4122/IMG_9234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4122" data-original-width="2794" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBsedMkCPHJhkcFaX5XYzb-0Iva0rkM76J6xWjQ2SjQDxMUfc0wU1A6nkw1RxkUCga1CXeb40xxUT9VQdboLneM_YfIaqD1U8d2a3Skl0o2FozvVbLMz_eAfM2sS9cP7vrG1NAnjDVTxCVWXSboOrUXgHOEW15g421gvsETHV3vIZA1--M0k0a9DBC/w271-h400/IMG_9234.jpg" width="271" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiKgkRhurPMetXoV71DeD4uA5G9PytpncVb3mXaGcEfhWIlaNWIUfTHqHYomErsYtgOZG8dCc5BRD03i8LNoJn1UHYX67ZsnGXuHip9mMmLK3QUn4uG8yj9RNN_sVcmJGJByOvGGu1WPardANiv8UXO6VICXn8-wv7xXxVjirSQOSWicgASdlmS5iu/s3984/IMG_9237.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3984" data-original-width="2656" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiKgkRhurPMetXoV71DeD4uA5G9PytpncVb3mXaGcEfhWIlaNWIUfTHqHYomErsYtgOZG8dCc5BRD03i8LNoJn1UHYX67ZsnGXuHip9mMmLK3QUn4uG8yj9RNN_sVcmJGJByOvGGu1WPardANiv8UXO6VICXn8-wv7xXxVjirSQOSWicgASdlmS5iu/w266-h400/IMG_9237.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTbjMpdmRxNbXKXyl9SNbkVgOh__8oafGuVcl86Zce0kxpzv_IfWobquqy9KpWAfdk8UlVmmk5o8_U6x815weBvSG_5kjnzgF63p1-Ws2b2HXyDeuWGNMtjyFmqssAHhb8jDNQV80QullQKvin-nsHKVqEZsRnBKSjv0d3__AY9SHOYXttU99aLqYX/s2837/IMG_9238.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2837" data-original-width="2656" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTbjMpdmRxNbXKXyl9SNbkVgOh__8oafGuVcl86Zce0kxpzv_IfWobquqy9KpWAfdk8UlVmmk5o8_U6x815weBvSG_5kjnzgF63p1-Ws2b2HXyDeuWGNMtjyFmqssAHhb8jDNQV80QullQKvin-nsHKVqEZsRnBKSjv0d3__AY9SHOYXttU99aLqYX/w375-h400/IMG_9238.jpg" width="375" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYyD5c4E92DW23TDBvlPyDYeXmt2VHN8qspDLZRfQfIXGgufFHmZFvpSxSVT5M1KKtTdq4VD5fkHun1HqUl_ZbReZW46ViLbjGBen6t_82PP3MxhbjNmV-ywBpaCchmrdEKXAb8QXqeJNTBbBEjvGO5aEGtgOML0EOtvTRvEMnn24VY0Vsq-XtCals/s2421/IMG_9239.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1883" data-original-width="2421" height="311" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYyD5c4E92DW23TDBvlPyDYeXmt2VHN8qspDLZRfQfIXGgufFHmZFvpSxSVT5M1KKtTdq4VD5fkHun1HqUl_ZbReZW46ViLbjGBen6t_82PP3MxhbjNmV-ywBpaCchmrdEKXAb8QXqeJNTBbBEjvGO5aEGtgOML0EOtvTRvEMnn24VY0Vsq-XtCals/w400-h311/IMG_9239.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I wish you Joy, Comfort & Peace. 😊<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04323319590464560620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959716005727920815.post-48093072404590494582021-12-14T17:55:00.002-08:002021-12-14T17:59:30.814-08:00Dress Me Twice<p> Hello, it's me. I've thought about you for a long, long time. ~ Todd Rundgren</p><p>Well... here we are nearly @ the end of another year. I can't put into words how the time has flown for me. So fast, I could/can hardly keep up with my thoughts.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhi0YbK_3fFuomhNIdyWdM9nyN2MDZSPIQeSvepztZQEFUKJ73E4OsHU64HvLxrUB5KQ0s6SC74Hv_RgSiuJGPw-82NkraX9ImGXu0Dqzk7KFmSpY3sPWzxQJ_RHpe32xk1WlnH69S5qQlYnxl6VzeAGeup3sxDOMa_g5-jExYj_4hI4K1pPZOwWW9t=s3872" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2592" data-original-width="3872" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhi0YbK_3fFuomhNIdyWdM9nyN2MDZSPIQeSvepztZQEFUKJ73E4OsHU64HvLxrUB5KQ0s6SC74Hv_RgSiuJGPw-82NkraX9ImGXu0Dqzk7KFmSpY3sPWzxQJ_RHpe32xk1WlnH69S5qQlYnxl6VzeAGeup3sxDOMa_g5-jExYj_4hI4K1pPZOwWW9t=w400-h268" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p>Being present in this 14th day of December, 2021, I won't try to recap from the last time I posted. I don't think I could.</p><p>We lost mom late 2020 right before she turned 86. We lost our cousin in March, we lost our eldest brother in September, both 2021. We are fragile, yet resilient.</p><p>Four years @ the store. Still loving meeting new folks and enjoying regulars. I found I had to get used to the younger generation and their lack of work and ethics. Appears it's the way of the world now. I really cannot believe so many places are screaming for employees and getting no answers. Just another bizarre aspect of the 'new' normal. Wow.</p><p>I enjoyed what I thought was my 'post Covid' flower growing this past summer. I went all out with growing whatever I could get my hands on. Both the porch and patio was my sanctuary. 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I'm all "pro", but I respect those who aren't. I don't understand it, but respect still. They were ESSENTIAL for my immune-compromised son who suffers from/battles Scleroderma. Which made it essential for me.</p><p>Scleroderma. What the fuck? Seriously? Over the past few years, I noticed my son deteriorating. First his hands, then his face, then his entire body. We go thru the motions of 'care', but I don't feel like he's getting the best. It's kinda like the doctors don't know WHAT to do but constantly draw blood and give tests. In researching, there is no 'cure' and everybody is learning as they go. Great. Just great.</p><p>In the meanwhile, my 34 year old son has dropped to 125 lbs. He's 6 feet. And he's autistic. And he doesn't complain. I've become his hands due to Raynaud's (another what the fuck?) It's becoming increasingly difficult for him to handle himself. He's so deteriorated, I don't know how I keep it together, but for God's mercy. </p><p><b><i><span style="color: red;">I dressed him when he was a child; now I dress him as an adult. I dress him twice in our lives.</span></i></b></p><p>We continue to shine light. The store is my therapy where I give it my all. I ask God to bless me so I can bless others. My son is a light in himself. I've never heard a bad word about him. "Kind, gentle, a gentleman, polite, always happy" is all I hear. Even though we will never know his pain. And that kills me.</p><p>So.... these are all the words I can muster since 2018. As the late, great Donny Hathaway said, "hang onto the world, as it spins around." And as God says, "be still and know I AM." That's about all we have going for us. 💗💗</p><p>Peace, light, love and blessings. ~ me</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgFyyvJSolWUfq6q60oD6e9_ip_wDty_RuSHWUTehpGdWansFuA3DC2Djkjvah__3FOAkmjI1TbKblwONPYFMsP2e_Uv8E3NtuqL5emnkJTJtAQ_bNQulkILjKWtV1et3_khMFjeJdDhrFKfIaAKVylLvHCVutkTg5a-mvqdAMCp3fablfaFm1qEMpc=s600" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgFyyvJSolWUfq6q60oD6e9_ip_wDty_RuSHWUTehpGdWansFuA3DC2Djkjvah__3FOAkmjI1TbKblwONPYFMsP2e_Uv8E3NtuqL5emnkJTJtAQ_bNQulkILjKWtV1et3_khMFjeJdDhrFKfIaAKVylLvHCVutkTg5a-mvqdAMCp3fablfaFm1qEMpc=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEha2WMHGtvBdEBd7qwPve6xSOKyAyVwPXZ6MfD_94nUIAe8PLjuoryhk4f0qVJcImJN1BxqZVqhZ2YaW5qUqTm92l6yvQpDxOejMpprhksMb8n3639u49rjyLYo1_yFtTzz51eDznf-4wzvZ2jSvt-bvBSoSFuCXO7b1zwycwGdj4tIZ1cyycXhTOW1=s600" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEha2WMHGtvBdEBd7qwPve6xSOKyAyVwPXZ6MfD_94nUIAe8PLjuoryhk4f0qVJcImJN1BxqZVqhZ2YaW5qUqTm92l6yvQpDxOejMpprhksMb8n3639u49rjyLYo1_yFtTzz51eDznf-4wzvZ2jSvt-bvBSoSFuCXO7b1zwycwGdj4tIZ1cyycXhTOW1=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br />Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04323319590464560620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959716005727920815.post-59534166375617593792018-11-25T14:11:00.000-08:002018-11-25T14:11:07.918-08:00Best News of the DayHey, folks.<br />
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Sister #1 has decided to take Sister #2 up on the offer of renting mom's house!!!!<br />
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My heart was so overjoyed @ this news.<br />
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This means we don't have to rush to get the remaining weird crap outta the house (we still will - there's just no deadline rush).<br />
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This means we don't have to put mom's fancy clothes, hats, etc., in storage until it is decided what it to be done with them.<br />
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This means the house with the great patio/backyard will stay in the family and we will continue to celebrate there.<br />
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This means the Yellow Maple planted in the backyard honoring my brother's memory will continue to have our eyes adore it.<br />
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This means Sister #1 will be a HOMEOWNER (as opposed to a townhouse renter).<br />
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This means we will still have a reason to go to that side of town (the North East).<br />
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This means Sister #1 will take a lovely home and put her lovely touches to it.<br />
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This means.....God is always right on time.<br />
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All the time.<br />
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Peace.Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04323319590464560620noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959716005727920815.post-16908284566981458472018-11-19T14:56:00.000-08:002018-11-19T14:56:29.218-08:00Hey! It's November Already!!Hey folks. Yeah... I'm still here. I've been to this blank page more times than I care to count so let me try to catch up.<br />
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I can't begin to put into words how fast time is flying. It really messes w/my head some days. Working crazy shifts back and forth; I usually don't know what day it is, nor the date. Everything is a blur. <i><span style="color: red;">AARP Mag</span></i>. says this:<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: red; font-family: inherit;">As I get older, time seems to just fly by. Every year seems shorter. <i><b>Am I normal</b></i>? </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">That's</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-weight: 700;">normal</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">. Blame it on how your brain marks time — through novel experiences that create memories. Growing up, you’re learning and changing and making memories. Then, as an adult, you settle down into a routine, which makes the days, weeks, months and even years start to blur. “When those days don’t change, they meld together until something — such as seeing a friend’s grown child you haven’t seen since age 2 — shocks you back into memory mode,” says British psychologist Claudia Hammond, author of Time Warped: Unlocking the Mysteries of Time Perception. <i><b>To keep time from flying by, you need to deliberately create new memories,</b></i> Hammond explains. <i><b>“Go somewhere different and do new things this weekend. On Monday, when you look back, the weekend will feel as if it were a longer period of time.” </b></i></span></span></blockquote>
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Got it? ✔<br />
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The summer for me truly flew by. I worked straight thru without vacation. I grew lovely flowers, herbs, tomatoes and sunflowers in pots. Things didn't quite work out like I wished, but I'll try again next year, God willing.<br />
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Then it seems the Fall came and went so quickly. We didn't even have <a href="https://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/indian-summer.html">Indian Summer</a>!!!! This year we had beautiful color, but lots of wind/rain, so the beauty didn't last for long. I caught what I could.<br />
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Fall is my most favorite season to shoot for obvious reasons. 😉<br />
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Still working @ and loving the store. June made a year, I got raise. 👍 I have quite a few favorite customers, especially the elderly. I love giving them time and attention. #priceless<br />
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Mom entered memory care on August 1st. Still emotional about it even though it is for the very, very best. She has adjusted; it's a nice place for her. We've been going through the process of breaking down her home to put on the market. The sibs and I already have established homes, so we didn't have a need for much of mom's stuff. And I mean she had STUFF! An entire house full of her life to be dismantled. I give ALL props to Sisters #1 and 2 for their hard work on this. We would be lost without them.<br />
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This makes me think of my own house full of STUFF! If someone had to do the same for me, they would catch the same type of hell we're catching right now! I think my books and craft things would be enuff to make someone want to strike a match. Oy vey ....<br />
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... which brings me to <a href="https://www.amazon.com/What-We-Keep-People-Meaning/dp/076246254X">this book</a> I picked up the other day from the library. I'm afraid I "keep" too many things for various sentimental reasons. I really need to let go. In gathering things from mom's, I tried to keep it "down" - only taking what I could use around the house but I took a lot of her books, etc. Just because they once belonged to her.<br />
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Alzheimer's is a bitch of a disease. It totally robs folks of their lives & memories. I don't know what stage of life mom is trapped in right now, but she's NOT in the present or even the past few years. We don't know what to talk to her about. The most we can do is listen to her talk of times we know nothing of and agree. We "lost" her nearly four years ago. It's hard. But it's life.<br />
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OH! Remember the Arbor Day Tree Photo Contest I mentioned in my LAST POST OF APRIL? (Sheesh...), well... I WON FOURTH PLACE!!! I was on a natural high for sure! I left the gallery, went straight to bar down the street, bought myself a celebratory drink, sat outside on the patio & enjoyed my few moments of fame. I was SO happy! I looked like this: 😀<br />
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Otherwise, that about sums up the past few months. Nothing exciting on the horizon; I wish I could change that but... it is what it is. I've been practicing being ' present in the moment' for the past few days; not racing ahead in my thoughts - not looking back, but being right in the moment. It's a hard practice but it's where God said to meet him - right here/right now. It feels strange, yet peaceful.<br />
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Seriously? Day 24? Lol. Sometimes I don't know why I bother with these prompts. 😕<br />
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"Inspiring Movie": I loved <a href="https://youtu.be/wySiVNV71IQ">this one</a>. Eddie Murphy was 'bravo worthy' for sure. If you haven't seen it, don't sleep on it. It's purely worth it.<br />
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I got my photos submitted for the Arbor Day Photo Contest ("Tree-Mend-Us). I almost didn't make the deadline. The voting ceremony will be this Friday (27th) then the winners will be announced May 4th @ a ceremony at a <a href="https://www.josephsaxton.com/">very cool art gallery</a> in our city's art district. I'll keep ya posted. Here are the submissions:<br />
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On the very cool end, I have a buyer for the black/white photo!! 😀 I never know what to charge for my pictures, but I think I've come up with a reasonable price. I have such a bad habit of under selling my talent/worth. If the buyer isn't happy with the price, that will be okay too.<br />
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On a not so cool end, mom's doctor has diagnosed her with "severe Alzheimers." 😩 We're in the process of obtaining guardianship. He said it'll get a lot worse as she'll begin to have angry outbursts. We have tons of information, options, etc., but I am SO heartbroken. He said she's rapidly declining & probably 'won't be with us much longer.' THAT was the heart-squeezer for me & I'm always on the brink of hot tears.<br />
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At a time like this, I stay in tight communication with God for strength & constantly reflect on the word "Impermanence" which was taught to me at a time when I was grieving for a friend.<br />
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Amen.Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04323319590464560620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959716005727920815.post-18705744994133186022018-04-06T16:43:00.001-07:002018-04-06T16:43:32.414-07:00April Love Days 4, 5 and 6<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Nothing makes me smile more than my beautiful niece's smile.<br />
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Welcome Spring!!! Still getting snow. Ugggh.......<br />
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To try to stay more consistent with this spot, I'm going to follow the April Love 2018 Photo Challenge by the wonderful Susannah Conway. I'm not a stranger to Ms. Conway's prompts and have completed several over the last few years. I usually do this on my FB page, but like I said I want to give this spot more attention.<br />
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So.... I will start with today (April 3, 2018) and go backward to April 1st. Here we go:<br />
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You turn your back for one minute and another month passes. Hello Ms. March!<br />
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<li>I'm finding it hard to believe this June will mark ONE YEAR of my being at the store.</li>
<li>Nothing more in life has been happening here. I haven't been to Italy, Greece, The Coastal Georgia Islands or any place else that's been on my bucket list forever. Often times I wonder if I'll ever get to any of those places.</li>
<li>I feel like I live a very quiet life which is cool, but at times can be quite maddening. This lovely quote comforts me in some way:</li>
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<li>On the reading front: "<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Confident-Heart-Doubting-Yourself-Security/dp/0800719603">A Confident Heart</a>" has become another one of my favorites. I love my faith, God and any good reading that makes me feel even more grateful in my gratitude walk</li>
<li>"<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Story-Arthur-Truluv-Novel-ebook/dp/B01M5I2JP9/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1520381065&sr=1-1&keywords=the+story+of+arthur+truluv">The Story of Arthur Truluv</a>", because I love anything Elizabeth Berg writes</li>
<li>"<a href="https://www.amazon.com/They-Left-Us-Everything-Memoir/dp/0735233136/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1520381293&sr=1-2&keywords=they+left+us+everything&dpID=51vVm0YlMqL&preST=_SY291_BO1,204,203,200_QL40_&dpSrc=srch">They Left Us Everything</a>" because I love a good memoir and it kinda reminds me of what my sibs and I will have to face with mom...</li>
<li>"<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Happier-Home-Self-Control-Experiments-Everyday/dp/0307886794/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1520381476&sr=1-1&keywords=happier+at+home">Happier At Home</a>" because who doesn't want their home to be simple, comfortable and full of love?</li>
<li>"<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Living-Life-Full-Bloom-Relationships/dp/1623361206/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1520381714&sr=1-1&keywords=living+life+in+full">Living In Full Bloom</a>" because I'm all in for books that share how to live in constant bloom; and</li>
<li>"<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Daughters-Men-Portraits-African-American-Fathers/dp/0061350354/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1520381801&sr=1-1&keywords=daughters+of+men">Daughters of Men</a>" perhaps because I didn't have a father/daughter relationship in my life and I love reading about Black Women who do/did</li>
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On the art front: Paint chip butterflies on canvas board, hot glue on canvas board covered in foil and polished w/black shoe polish, my contribution to Valentine's Day (acrylic paint on canvas board), and "Loretta and Devine" (named after the amazing <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0222643/">Loretta Devine)</a>, my first time with Orchids. Side note: "Loretta" is THRIVING: ALL the petals have since fallen off "Devine." 😭 Research says don't trip - she's not dead.<br />
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