I used to body surf in the ocean but not on waves like these. The ocean is wonderful, so changeable. Sometimes it is flat with no waves and the morning sun sparkles as if the ocean is coated with beautiful jewels. Then the sea gets rough like this, to the surfers delight.

Thanksgivings now and then

While I was sitting here at my computer on this Thanksgiving 2012, someone posted a picture on Facebook of a group of people sitting around the dinner table totally disconnected from each other. I stared and stared at it thinking how much the world has changed. This got me thinking about thanksgiving's from my past. Look at the difference between these two pictures.

What a difference between these two gatherings! Isn't this amazing how the people in the first picture are all connecting electronically. They don't even seem to see the food waiting to be eaten. It looks like they don't even care.

In the second picture people are smiling at each other, probably talking about the turkey that's being put on the table.  

Here's another group connecting. How times have changed!  Yes they are all connecting - yet in different ways.  I love the fact that we aren't stuck at home waiting for phone calls anymore now that we have cell phones.  I love that computers, cell phones and Skype can connect each other over the world. A person who is alone with a cell phone or a computer doesn't have to feel totally isolated.  But human connection is important too.  I am thankful that we have choices!  I am thankful for the people in my online thriving now group and for my Facebook friends too.  It can be too easy to isolate ourselves with all the electronic opportunities available.  This has all given me a lot to think about. How about you?

Listen to psychic Channeler Kim O'Neill on Angels Monday

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Monday Musing ~ All You Have to Do is Dream

Today I'm honored to have a guest blogger, Jenny Watson who is a Life Coach. Her blog spoke to me when I read it this morning and I hope it speaks to you too.

Haven’t quite received your wish just yet? Still waiting for that promotion, that true love, that creative project success? No worries, just keep dreaming about it. Hold on tight and visualize it as if it already is in existence. Pretend you already have it or experience it, use your imagination and get dreamy! The more you put energy into feeling it existing, the quicker you will see results. So whenever you are feeling stuck or frustrated, just get into daydreaming mode and get your heart stirred up again! “Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind. “~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I read Jenny's bog this morning and started thinking about dreams coming true. I did hold all of it in my imagination and wanted to become one of those readers like those that I went to for help. I wanted to do more creative projects and by golly holding onto the dream and working toward it does work. I may not be famous nor do I really want to but I give good readings, I write blogs and I have a radio show. I'm also about to get to be certified as an angel card reader by Doreen Virtue!! I am so excited!! I'm just saying that if we dream, visualize, practice, imagine how it will feel - it works! So I asked Jenny if she would like to be my guest blogger today because what she wrote can help so many people. It IS possible for us to have our dreams!!

Thank you Jenny ♥♥

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We took a drive Tuesday October 16 2012 to Bat Cave and Lake Lure where Dirty Dancing was filmed.  I took some videos with my Flip Video camera and made a nice meditation movie I thought I would share with you. The music is Hilary Stagg's Edge of Forever.

A Picture Paints a Thousand Words Day 8

Crazy old lady Frazier, that’s what they called her.  She sat at the window in that dark house rocking, rocking all day.  Nobody ever saw her outside, just by that window watching everyone.  Was she crazy? Everyone thought she was.  We all thought the house was haunted too.

My friend Harriet lived across the street from her and when I’d go over to play we’d see the old lady sitting there staring.  It creeped me out and I felt scared.  They say she lost her mind when her husband died but I never heard how many years ago it was.  I was a child then and time meant nothing to me. Everyone grown up felt old.

That day after Christmas Harriet had come over to play but mother told me I had to clean up my room before I could play. Harriet was allowed in though.  I was sitting on the floor in my room trying to put things away but I had so many toys I didn’t know where to put what.  I got everything I wanted for Christmas and even things I didn’t – like that perfumed soap set. 

“Harriet, let’s wrap this soap and toothbrush set up and you can take it over to old Mrs Frazier’s house, ok?”, I asked.  

Harriet eagerly bobbed her head up and down with excitement.  I don’t think anything scared her.  

“Let’s write a note and put it in the box,” Harriet suggested. 

“What should we say, Merry Christmas to the craziest lady in town?”

We hoo ha’d with laughter and agreed that wouldn’t be nice.

But the note we wrote was even worse.  We put it in the box and wrapped it up in pretty paper.  “Here, I said, you take it over and come back and let me know what happens.”

While I waited, I started to get this dark feeling in my stomach.  It hurt and I started crying and bent over in pain.  I guess it was one of my first feelings of sheer guilt, although I didn’t recognize it at the time. Then I started thinking what if this made the crazy lady even crazier and she chased Harriet with a knife? What if she killed my friend?  I was scaring myself so bad I started shaking and I peeked out the window to see if Harriet was running back.

“Sarah are you cleaning your room?” Mother yelled from the living room. 

“Yes Mommie” I answered as I moved some toys around making cleaning up sounds.  “You better be or else,” she threatened.

What was taking Harriet so long; I worried when I looked out again and didn’t see her.  What if she’s laying on the sidewalk bleeding?  I wanted to rush out and rescue her but Mother wouldn’t let me out and if I told her what we did, she’d ground me forever. 

Finally after what felt like an hour Harriet came back with the box of wrapped up soap and scents.

“Oh am I glad to see you, “I almost cried, “I thought maybe she was running after you with a knife or something.”

Harriet had this almost unreadable expression on her face as she told me how she walked up the dark steps, rang the doorbell and Mrs. Frazier opened the door. She thrust the box in her hand and said, “Merry Christmas.”

“Oh aren’t you the sweetest thing, thank you, “the old lady said smiling and started to open the package.

Harriet turned and walked away but when she got to the sidewalk suddenly the box sailed over her head and landed in front of her. “You’re a nasty little girl,” the old lady yelled, “don’t ever come near my house again!” And she slammed the door.  Harriet picked up the box and brought it back to me.  

I don’t know whatever happened to that box but I took out the note, tore it in little pieces and threw it away.  I didn’t want Mother finding it and asking questions. But it will forever haunt me.  I’d written “Here’s a box of soap and perfume for you because you stink”

This is a true story and every time I see a house like that I remember poor old Mrs. Frazier, who was grieving and lonely after her husband died. Is this what the kids in the neighborhood would think of me if my husband died – that I was a crazy old lady who never left her house?  

Karma's a bitch!

This blog was inspired by my writer friend Lori L Clark who posts a picture a day for anyone to use as a writing exercise.  Writing exercises bubbles up the creativity within me and I love it. Thanks Lori.

WFMAD Day 21 – Welcome to the Write Fifteen Minutes A Day Challenge
Post of origin: Laurie Halse-Anderson

 

 

Today’s prompt: Start with this opening line: “I had never jumped out of a window before, but…” Don’t stop writing for fifteen minutes. Don’t think, don’t worry, don’t edit, don’t plot. Just keep the pen moving, or your fingers tapping the keys. Stand back and let it flow.

I never jumped out of a window before but that day I was so hot and I was sitting naked in a cool tub.  Suddenly my son came screaming in the house with yellow jackets following him.  He was covered with them.  I leaped out of the tub bare ass and all, grabbed him, threw him in the tub, turned on the shower.  I was hoping the colorful, mean suckers would drown.  The whole time Rob was screaming as bees crawled in his ears, up his nose and God only knows where else. As I turned the water to hotter, I felt burning sensations on my naked body.  I leaped up and did a stop stinging me dance while trying to kill the bees.  Finally I hopped under the shower too as I was getting stung over and over.  God, what else can we do to stop these bees? I thought as panic was beginning to rise.  Somehow I have to get us out of here.

I jumped out of the shower, slid on the wet floor, banged my head on the side of the toilet and forced myself not to pass out as I kept being stung.  Somehow I managed to pull myself up and throw open the window.   “Follow me Rob,” I screamed as I jumped out of the window and landed on my knees in the grass.  There we were naked on the ground outside our house. I started screaming for help.  The neighbor man next door heard my cries and ran toward me.

“What’s wrong Milly?” He asked.

“Call 911”

Luckily he was carrying his cell phone and so he dialed.  Then I heard him cry “Ouch”.  I saw him start brushing himself off as he hollered again.  “I’m being stung and I’m allergic to bee stings”, he cried in panic.

I felt bad for him but just then I heard the sounds of sirens and knew help was on the way. 

We were all taken to the hospital for numerous bee stings.  Luckily we didn’t suffer any bad after affects.   I called my husband, who called the exterminator and a bee keeper.  I wasn’t about to go back into that house unless I was sure there were no more stinging creatures inside.