Keep on keeping on ~
Hello to ALL ~
Writing is my friend ~ Reading is my cousin
There couldn’t be more ~
Today, I threw away some cookies. They were vanilla and chocolate. They sit out on a counter, where people fix their coffee. I was hungry, so I grabbed two. They were awful. They were stale. I’m sure they would never be threatened by ants or roaches.
I need to replace the cookies. I would prefer, they were not there at all. They are processed and cancer producing. Who really needs that? But none the less, there they are.Continue reading Cookies
Mary Frances Lowe Peterson was my great – grandmother. She lived on Blair Road, on the family farm. She was born and raised on the families land tract. She was there, when my mother woke up, as a five year old, smelling smoke and hearing a crackling noise.She alerted the family, saving their lives, from a fiery death. A night they never forgot! They lost everything, but themselves. The little, curly haired cherub, became an instant hero. Mary also lived with my Grandmother, Elizabeth Peterson McInarnay, on Phyllis St. The family had built a house there, following the farm house burning to the ground.
They rebuilt the farm house.Continue reading Family History
The air is water. I am water. Protected and encumbered, by a roof and walls. I am here, on plastic. Red plastic. My fingers move on plastic squares, with a roof, over my head.
I see my future. Many people. Rules, lines, plastic cards.
Smile ~ don’t forget to smile.
A fish does not smile. A fish swims.
I am a fish.
This term is generally associated with opposing violence. A person who seeks peace and refuses to participate, in military service. Some choose to take on other war services, such as being a medic. There are various outlooks; from fleeing the draft, to persevering, through the courts, with the conviction, their perspective, honorable.
We all have a different way of looking at things.Continue reading Conscientious Objector
I was browsing my now old and almost defunct web page, documenting surfing in Fernandina Beach, FL, and Avellanas, Costa Rica and a few other spots, as well.
As long ago, as it was, that I took this photo, I remember it. As I do every shot, that I take and keep
I am not a poet. I have a beat. I have an attitude.
I have been beat ~ down
I have been lifted up ~
I have placed my weight so far out, that I hindered my chances ~ a brief encounter
stalked by an engagement of force that left me
waiting for breath
I am not a poet.
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 Disgrace