Keep on keeping on ~
Hello to ALL ~
Writing is my friend ~ Reading is my cousin
I was reading in WordPress management areas. They have many ideas for making money and getting your blog out there, for the masses to read. I have to laugh, because that’s the last thing I would want to do.
I do enjoy people reading my journal, and sharing bits and pieces of my life. But it’s like everything else; too many people just creates a cluster.
But it’s random. The people who are suppose to read it, do.
We are individuals, that the world works to harness, saddle and corral.
It’s not an easy thing to do these days.
Friends are the best. But everyone is not going to be in your tribe. Don’t waste time people pleasing.
Don’t compare your insides, to other people’s outsides. Meditate. Form a relationship with God. Be true to yourself.
It’s a long hard road. Stay out of the herd. Even Warren Buffet knows that’s the beginning of the end. When Warren talks people listen!
Read. Educate yourself. Cherish the night, but avoid the dark. Be a light. Help others.
Love God with all of your heart and Love your neighbor as yourself.
People first ~ Money second
*It’s 3:40 in the morning. I am in my study, in my cave, which is in my garden. We create our lives, with our thoughts. That’s how I got here, at this moment, in time. I am thinking of technology, WordPress, change, life and love. I am grateful for my fisheye farm platform. It assists me. It is my friend. * I normally use my own photos, but all of these intriguing shots are, from the FREE Pexel Pics. — I wonder what it will cost me.
Issues are like tissues. Some are stronger than others. And there is a dark hole involved.
I commented on a facebook post, confessing to a criminal act, that occurred around 45 years ago.
The post was about the struggles, of a single parent, working and living on a wage that barely made ends meet, and when the car breaks down, or the electric bill rises, the person can no longer keep up. They are in trouble. They slide down hill.
I had years like that, that were back breaking. Events in life, that were simple for others, were insurmountable hurdles, for me.
Continue reading Disavow DisgraceI am, in the count down, to exit. Yet, another exodus. Sure, it’s a vacation, and I am a tourist in Costa Rica, but it’s more than that. It’s a continuance of a dream. Yes, I know my abode will be there waiting, behind the fence of hibiscus, surrounded by bougainvillea, birds of paradise, a large mango, cacti, lemon trees, avocados and oranges. It always feels magical when I enter through that gate. It is my Oz.
The house is on a dirt road, adjacent to a large farm. No crops just land. It was originally a Spanish land grant, to the family that still owns a portion, of the tract.
A hotel, with all of the amenities is in front of me, and on the ocean. Their neighbor is the Costa Rica Sailing Center.
The town of Flamingo/Potrero is currently constructing a large marina. Playa Potrero, Pasture Beach, the one time home to a herd of cattle, that stormed the beach, in a slow saunter, to get their dose of salt from the ocean, is now going to usher in boats and more boats. You can’t have both. Cows and boats don’t mix.
Such is progress.
Here, I leave behind the billowing smoke of two paper mills, on the island, Amelia, which is also an international tourist destination.
Paper mills and high end condos don’t seem the perfect match either. Gone are the days of sand dunes and shrimp boats. Ah, who cares.
I have goals for myself. I always do.
I have to thank my sister Deena, her grandchildren, and my Crossfit group for the outcome of my most recent days; friends and family. And I don’t want to forget God, who never forsakes me.
This year is ending, and I have to say I had the one and only Christmas that I have ever enjoyed. I have surfed on Christmas days and they were great, but I was hardly aware it was Christmas.* I have remembered yet another great December 25th. It was the first one that Rooster and I were together, in 1983.
My goals for the future are my health and my attitude.
I look forward to it all.
Day by Day.
Como Las Vacas ~ Live Like the Cows
What is your reality?
Do you live in love and kindness? Are you surrounded by people that care for you and support your endeavors?
If you are unhappy in your existence, can you change it?
Can you walk into the unknown?
Or are your feet, blocks of cement, and your mind a hamster wheel?
Be different – Dream Big
I have not been writing. I have been listening to talks by Dr. Joe Dispenza. What a gift! I have turned many corners, following my daughters passing. And I am now more committed than ever to live en-joy.
Abandon yourself to God ~ and great events will come to pass ~
Hello!
I am thinking of adventure – on the heels of my house work – on the heels of my daughter’s passing.
I haven’t been writing like I would have wanted to. I’ve had plenty to say and an over flow of thoughts and opinions, but prudence held me back. There’s much sensitivity out there; sadness and anger.
I don’t want to stir the pot.
I write to make sense of my life, which now includes my daughter’s death. It’s been hard. None of it seemed real. Then it seemed real and then it didn’t seem real.
So, I will work. I will clean my house. And I will plan my new adventure. My daughter will be with me always.
Home is a mindset; fixed vs. growth.
There was the great escape. It included domestic violence and poverty. A step out of family. A run down the road. A deep, internal instinct that things weren’t right. Dodging adversity, with a never ending desire to change and elevate, the trot became a gallop.
Who wants to be “poor white trash”.
At least get a two year degree. Read a book.
Try a Faulkner novel.
No one gets out of life alive ~
What drives people in their lifetime? Is it love, or is it fear? Is it dominating, or is it being a submissive soul? Is it a rant and a rave, or a peaceful sunset?
What makes you tick?
Is someone’s death your crown?
Wear it well ~ You’ve had lots of practice ~
Life is not about never failing ~ but rising from every fall ~
I have been on the island, for 18 months. My daughter had cancer. A long fought battle to survive, ended two weeks ago. Life requires more than a will to live. She never did relinquish. Her body gave out.
She’s in my mind.
A friend wrote me a note saying; grief is pernicious.
I am going to clean my yard.
Blogging from the Upper Peninsula North Woods...
These are the stories of Jacksonville, Florida, a test case, true and strange, place by place.
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Writer, dreamer.
Diana R Zimmerman
Surf Coach, Consultant, Guide
Artful, Conscious Living with Bipolar Disorder
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A curated glimpse into a world of infinite beauty and creativity.
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Blogging from the Upper Peninsula North Woods...
These are the stories of Jacksonville, Florida, a test case, true and strange, place by place.
Quote for the day
Perfect nonsense from an unreasonable world
Reasonably religious, religiously reasonable.
Honest and Real-life Experiences
Writer, dreamer.
Diana R Zimmerman
Surf Coach, Consultant, Guide
Artful, Conscious Living with Bipolar Disorder
Woman Of The World
the darker side to sedge808
A curated glimpse into a world of infinite beauty and creativity.
Indulge- Travel, Adventure, & New Experiences
Too many reincarnations in a single lifetime to trust this one.