Inevitable Event Life is unpredictable; it can be 4, 54 or 104 years long. But what is the point of having it, if is going to end one day? Death is inevitable. Then why are we constantly in a battle against time to ward it off? Why the medicines, diet regimes, and security from micro bacteria and terrorist attacks? “Till death do us part…” What is the point of love and devotion, of caring and sincerity, of vowing to stay together, when cruel death will ultimately ruin it all? Perhaps,
Trigger Warnings What do you do when you hit a wall with one of life’s big stuff events? What could you do, when you feel overwhelmed? Who do you connect with? When? For some this article could contain trigger words or phrases. First, there is no wrong answer(s), feelings or thoughts unless self-harm or harm of others is a potential. Second, each of us use language differently. So words and phrases that I find easy to use and 100% acceptable you might not enjoy or find mildly to very disrespectful.
Appreciate What Is “I will feel better when… If only we had… our place would look so much nicer if…” The greener grass syndrome. I am a little ashamed to say that a good percentage of my thoughts begin with each of those. Always thinking am I that once one thing changes, big or small, then everything else will fall into place. Then I will be satisfied. No, instead, my life becomes a sort of jigsaw puzzle. I make one change and then have to consider another. The worst part
Too Many Questions “Albert grunted. “Do you know what happens to lads who ask too many questions?” Mort thought for a moment. “No,” he said eventually, “what?” There was silence. Then Albert straightened up and said, “Damned if I know. Probably they get answers, and serve ’em right.” Terry Pratchett, Mort You are reading this so you are awake and alive. Do you feel blessed to be? First day of September 2016 and the beginning of the best days of the rest of this year – if you: First believe it
The Red, Yellow And Orange Sky My father built a cottage on a narrow strip of land and surrounded by a calm, blue ocean. He made our cottage with wood; brown, teak and heavy. The doors were painted red, the roof was white. On the roof, my father built a nest. It was a sturdy, wooden nest; a lookout, the perfect picnic spot. This was home. This is why I will forever love cottage style homes and want one for myself in the future if I was given the right
They Are Countless Those who have Liked my Facebook page would have read in one of my several daily posts that I no longer name myself as a Christian. That, however, does not disallow being grateful for some of the most healing, soul-fulfilling hymns and songs. Of particular value to me has been gospel. Hezekiah Walker, a well-known gospel singer and church leader, several songs that have accompanied me across some turbulent crossings. On the other side of those tides, this song is was always on my lips: I am
The Greedy It seems like it was just yesterday. The sand on the hidden beach was soft, clean and white; the ocean majestic, powerful and pure. Wild trees grew wherever they liked and exotic flowers bloomed. And on this – my home – descended a business tycoon. He came, saw and bought. The coral, the sea shells and the lives of the crabs that scuttled across the beach became his. He captured the blue parrots, the yellow songbirds – he bought them all. Hidden Alas! How greedy he was! He
The Mind Is Strange I searched the entire cupboard for my costume; where, oh where was it? Does this ever happen to you? Can you see something in your mind’s eye – but just cannot get the edges of the picture to focus and show you where it hides? The mind is a strange place, beware! Most of it is upside down; it is exhaustive and vulnerable, stubborn as a mule! Just the other day, I spread jam over my eggs. Why did my mind not jump and scream, and