“Silence is Golden”



Dear Reader:

Each year I try to educate myself a little bit more about each of our national holidays and this year I discovered some new historical information about the creation of Memorial Day.

Here are five things I didn’t know: (Resource: Time Magazine)

1) To honor the deceased, soldiers would decorate graves of their fallen comrades with flowers, flags and wreaths. Hence the original name- Decoration Day. Although Memorial Day became its official title in the 1880s, the holiday wouldn’t legally become Memorial Day until 1967.

2) After the Civil War, General John A. Logan, commander in chief of the Grand Army of the Republic, called for a holiday commemorating fallen soldiers to be observed every May 30. But due to the Uniform Monday Holiday Act, which took effect in 1971, Memorial Day was moved to the last Monday of May to ensure long weekends.

Some groups, like the veterans’ organization American Legion, have been working to restore the original date to set the day apart and pay proper tribute to the servicemen and women who sacrificed their lives defending the nation.

3) Under law we are still required to stop and remember the sacrifices of those who can’t speak for themselves at a certain time on Memorial Day.

In December 2000, Congress passed a law requiring Americans to pause at 3 p.m. local time on Memorial Day to remember and honor the fallen. But this doesn’t appear to be common knowledge, or if it is, by 3 p.m. most people seem to be too deep into a hot dog-induced food coma to officially observe the moment.

4) Nine southern states set aside an official day to recognize the dead from the Confederacy…. (Confederate Memorial Day) the states vary on this holidays with the exception of Virginia. 

Virginia observes Confederate Memorial Day on the last Monday of May, in accordance with the federal observance of Memorial Day.

5) Before James Garfield became President…while still serving as a Republican Congressman… he gave a speech (before thousands) at Arlington Cemetery on Memorial Day…May 30, 1868. His words were quite eloquent and excerpts of his rather long speech have appeared in many other Memorial Day speeches….the following line being one repeated for posterity. 

If silence is ever golden,” Garfield said, “it must be beside the graves of 15,000 men, whose lives were more significant than speech, and whose death was a poem the music of which can never be sung.”

…”Whose lives were more significant than speech.” What a beautiful eulogy for all of us…don’t you think? We are remembered for what we did with our lives…not just what we said.

On a personal note…the most memorable Memorial Day in our family fell on Memorial Day 1968. Only a few weeks earlier Ben’s unit was almost completely wiped out and mother had just received notification that he was missing in action.

She received the notification around Mother’s Day because, I remember, that being the saddest Mother’s Day in our family. David and I didn’t know what to do to brighten the day up or cheer mom up.

When I found this card the other day…I remember wishing I had it that long, sad Mother’s Day of 1968, as we waited for further news. It would have explained David’s and my dilemma to mother in a way we couldn’t. We just didn’t know what else to do or say and “Silence was not golden” that day…it was strained.




However, by Memorial Day the situation had turned around…with a second notification that Ben was located on a medical boat. He was receiving treatments for wounds that were deemed non-life-threatening. (There would have been more celebrated relief except for the fact that  Ben still had twelve more months (of his 13 month tour) to go until the tour was over…and there would be more wounds to come….physical, mental, and emotional.)

Still….Memorial Day of 1968 was one filled with prayers of relief and thankfulness. Mother had even found a tablecloth that said “Blessings” on it and that is where the family gathered that long ago day to eat, laugh, and rejoice in life.

The only somber moments that day were reflections of all the young boys and men from that unit and everywhere else in Vietnam whose family got a different telegram than ours.

To this day…Memorial Day fills me with mixed feelings of patriotism and sadness….another example of the many paradoxes of life that will have to be answered in another place at another time…God’s time.

Before I bring closure to this special blog… a quick update! Ben’s last VA pension appointment was cancelled at the last minute Friday…he goes in tomorrow morning at 9:30. Prayers are welcome and appreciated.

This is too too cute and just blows your mind. Brooke was telling Jackson and me (at Edisto) that little Hamp (Ted and Brooke’s grandson (Kacee’s five year old son) could recite the Gettysburg Address.  “No way” Jackson and I exclaimed…Well…see for yourself. Unbelievable and too precious!!! The best way to end the blog today!

So until tomorrow…Let us remember our veterans, living and dead, who sacrificed and continue to sacrifice for the freedom we enjoy today.

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

* Well Sherlock Holmes must turn in her hat concerning the garden fairy mystery….it wasn’t Tim…it was Anne!!!!  And she says she still has ‘work to do.’

One funny thing….after seeing the two fairy additions to the garden…I went and got one fairy off the tree (with the new fairy door)…and put it at the top of the ladder on the rose container…to look like she is waiting for someone to climb up.

Anne saw the fairy at the top of the rope ladder she made (with no fairy) and cried out “I believe…I believe in fairies!” (So do I)

The family’s Memorial Day Celebration was last evening at John and Mandy’s ….Great food, fellowship, and friendship! Everyone had a great time…only Rutledge was feeling under the weather.








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Creating a Clearing for Calmness and Stillness


Dear Reader:

Saturday morning I woke up early… refreshed and ready to join the rest of the people on our little planet…at least in my small corner of it.

I went to the Farmer’s Market…got there early (around 8) and actually found a parking place right across the street. It was fun to simply (leisurely) stroll through the avenues of vendors… while smelling wonderful bakery products, watching colorful snow cones being created, and talking to the vendors.

One container of impatiens (title photo) caught my eye…I couldn’t figure out at first what the container was made of…so I started talking to the vendor. She was actually selling home-made soaps…the kind that are supposed to soothe, calm, and relax us. If the vendor was an example for these types of soap baths…she was a good one.

She was soft-spoken and a woman of few words. It was as if she chose her words carefully and gave much thought to them before releasing them…not simply letting words pour out without a stopper. (like someone I know quite well…me!)

The vendor said that she decided to bring those flowers at the last minute…more as a decoration than anything else… she  just placed the 8 dollar tag on them minutes before I arrived. She had made the container…a type of rough cement peppered with cracks where moss broke through.

I told her how creative and pretty it was….I knew it would need to stay in the shade with the impatiens in it …but I asked her opinion about placement and care.

Once again…she quietly looked at me for a few moments and asked, “Do you have moss in your yard?

Excitedly…I exclaimed that I did…in my front yard around my Bradford Pear tree.

Do you have low lying branches on the tree?” she now asked.

“I do, I said…because I have a couple of bird feeders and sun dials hanging from the branches too.”

Is there a clearing under the tree where the moss is growing?” she responded.

I nodded “yes” and she asked one last question.

Do you live on a calm street in your neighborhood….not too many cars rushing by or constant loud noises?”

I assured her that I lived on a very quiet street with basically just the cars of neighbors (who lived on the street)… driving by.

She didn’t say anything but wrapped the container of impatiens up and said that the plant should do well there…the moss underneath the container, for whatever reason, seemed to provide a stable environment for the success of the flowers’ growth.

Remember…create a clearing de-cluttered from too much commotion…a calm place filled with stillness…we all need that…including our green friends.” She gave me a handshake and wished me well.


Saturday afternoon I was catching up with my mail and reading when I came across a section on achieving calmness and stillness within us. (Source: The Gifts of Imperfection-Brene Brown, Ph.D)

Under the subtitles (calm and stillness) in her wonderful book she gave this analogy and I just smiled. It was another “God’s Wink” and an arrow pointing to today’s blog’s message.

The author said that the words “calm” and “still” used to make her nervous and one day she remembered why. Didn’t we all grow up hearing our frustrated parents yelling at us in the backseat….”Calm down!” and “Be still!”?  So by adulthood negative images still persist with these terms.

We also connect these words to varying types of meditations which we might have tried and come up short…instead of using the time to think of nothing… making out our “to do” list for the grocery store and then feeling like a pretender in the group.

 Brene Brown says that she understands more fully what the definition of these two terms should be at this stage in her life:

“Stillness is not about focusing on nothingness; it’s about creating a clearing. It’s opening up an emotionally clutter-free space and allowing ourselves to feel and think and dream and question.”

What we need to be seeking is the “emotional outlet” that inspires us to separate ourselves from the world long enough to pause and reflect on our own journey…the portal that gives us glimpses of a different existence all together.

So until tomorrow… Let us  seek our own personal method, process, and place to talk to our Creator within the stillness of His world.

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

* New beauties continue to appear in the garden to make me smile….here are some of the latest to do so…
















Using my deductive reasoning…I am thinking the mysterious “fairy” additions to the garden must be the handiwork of Tim. When I arrived home Friday afternoon… the yard was cut and the next morning there was the fairy ladder and the mini-moon gate. He’s out of town this weekend for Memorial Day…but think my yard man decided to have a “little” fun!


Earlier in the week Lachlan turned two months and today is Jakie’s eighth month birthday anniversary. What a difference six months make now…but in a few years…not so much. They will both start school the same year and be in the same grade.

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“Tickle me Jakie”


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Life Keeps Popping Out All Over…


Dear Reader:

I’m back home! Got in yesterday afternoon….rested, relaxed, a touch of tan, and filled with happy memories. I will start going back through emails and comments made by you while I was gone. Can hardly wait to read your thoughts…might take a few days but I will get back with each and every one of you!

Remember as I was packing last Sunday, for the beach, I took a picture of my lantana around the front yard pine tree and wondered if the rest of it would all pop out while I was at Edisto….as you can see it did!





That’s life isn’t it? Nothing in nature stays dormant or still for any length of time. Life is an action movie and to live life to the fullest we must jump into it and hang on for the ride, for as long as we can.

As we reminisced this past week over difficult times in our past…such as: raising children as single parents, health problems of loved ones, teenage years with all its ups and downs with our children…financial worries during the college years…aging parents and difficult decisions…we all just grinned at each other and said, “By golly… by God’s grace, we survived that out-of-control merry-go-round and we can finally climb off the horse (or giraffe) and step back down on solid ground.

We, now, have the luxury of solitude when we need it, friendship when we need it, hugs when we need it, adventures when we need it, shoulders to cry on when we need it, and laughter/teasing when we need it.

Most of all…we finally have time to re-introduce ourselves to ourselves. Making friends with ourselves is probably the most important relationship that exists…because if we don’t like ourselves…it is hard to engage in a relationship with anyone else.

Jackson summed it up….”This is the age of contentment.” No truer words were spoken. Life still has its challenges but it also has it on-going opportunities for all of us…no matter the age.

These days…crises that would have taken us over the edge…are just ant hills…(like Beverly Barutio said of “little c”) simple “annoyances.” We have been there, done that, and can now distinguish between a skirmish, a battle, and a war.

Most of the time…life is a series of skirmishes. And even then…most of them can be avoided with a few “side-stepping” moves.

J. Peters restaurant chain has moved into the old Grovers Restaurant…we were thrilled to be back and the food delicious!


Thursday morning Brooke and I returned to Botany Bay with windows down and fresh air in…to refresh our eyes in one of God’s most beautiful playgrounds.

The entrance into Botany Bay is lined with oak trees…like in a setting for an historical movie or documentary.








Not sure what is stranger…our Edisto hats or the famous “Edisto Mystery Tree.” The common denominator…fun!



People are like wide-eyed tourists going through life…we don’t want to get bogged down with too much detail…we just want to see the sights. And that is what we did! (Aren’t we thankful that God takes care of all the details for us… so we just get to enjoy it all?)

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“A doe, a deer, a female deer”…

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More decorating ideas…



We have decided that our summer retreat will be moved permanently to a late spring retreat. The weather was the best we have ever had consistently…cool, beautiful blue skies, and low humidity. We literally lived on the front porch in the rocking chairs…talking, laughing, eating, drinking, and blessing the universe, God’s Home, for allowing us a “place” in it!

So until tomorrow…Stop the merry-go-round occasionally and get off…we have already lost too much time going around in circles…it’s time to wave at the dizzying world and walk away sometimes…where life is slower, quieter, and more peaceful….a place where we can be “content.”

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

* While I was gone last week Lachlan turned two months old…it can’t be…my goodness….slow down my adorable “head banger” grandson! Can hardly wait to see you again Sunday!



* …And talking about life and surprises popping out….look what was inside my door when I got home yesterday! This perfect saying… on the clay plaque Honey made. *Honey…I am putting it where I can see it each day….a great reminder that kindness should never falter…no matter what the circumstance!

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 * Oops…I just discovered an add-on “pop out”! While I was gone the fairies have obviously been busy…with some help from someone. I strolled through my garden to see how everything had fared and look what I discovered! (From the “Edisto Mystery Tree” to the “Fairy Mystery Garden!”)


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When the “Re-Inventing” Stops…



Dear Reader:

We are having so much fun…we’ve decided to extend our summer retreat another day and return home Friday afternoon.

So I will make this blog pretty short…the sun and surf are calling!  Jackson made a ‘stop and pause’ comment while we were all sitting in our favorite rocking chairs on the porch ….upon her arrival.

In essence she said that she had figured out why this retreat (with four friends who can complete each other sentences) is so special…besides our history.

We have finally reached the place in our lives when we can stop “re-inventing” ourselves and show our “true colors” to the world…who we really are.

She continued…”When you think about it…we play roles throughout our lives…re-inventing ourselves for each: we start out as a child, sibling, a parent, grandparent, career person….none of which we are prepared for….there is no scripted role to follow…we simply adapt and adjust to each role as we grow.” 

Just like there is no comparison between a newborn and a five year old in their abilities….we continue developing into that person inside of us who is screaming to get out…our real selves…the person God intends us to be.

Once we get to the place where we can let go of other people’s expectations for our role in life and forge ahead with our own personal goals…we no longer have to dress up or play pretend or be anything else but who we are.

Like an onion…the layers of deceit have been pulled and peeled until all that is left is us…special us. Then if we are fortunate enough to have friends who accept and love that person under all the layers…we finally have the opportunity to allow ourselves to be seen for who we were and are all the time.

And that my friends…if why we decided to stay another day….we all love  our special friends…surrounding us…who have come in and out of our lives…losing their layers of pretense along with us… now exposed and loved for who we are.

As I walked the beach yesterday I remembered a line from the book I am reading where the character is writing in her ‘journal of truths’ and observes:

“God is teaching us about life with the waves coming in and going out…removing the footprints of man on the beach each day…At first I thought of this as a loss…but now I see that God is cleaning the slate for us …so we can  be surprised and filled with joy for the arrival of each magical day ahead… with new opportunities awaiting us…and a heart whose vessel has been emptied to allow more love to flow in.

So until tomorrow…Thank you God for helping us reveal our inner selves and find the people who are willing to accept us for who we really are…a child of God.

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

* We are sad that Libby couldn’t make the retreat…not feeling well…I told her that the empty rocking chair on the porch says it all….but soon she will be rocking again…no doubt.

* We’ve decided the longer you live…the longer the birthdays should last…we continued with Brooke…Libby will have to wait until she is back up and going.


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“The Smell of Home”


Dear Reader:

The sense of smell…isn’t it a wonderful gift from God? And when it comes to memories and feelings of love this special sense plays such a big role in producing long-lasting memories of the comforts of home.

I remember returning home on weekends from college…and being greeted with the smell of love…mother would have cooked a pot roast or a baked chicken with all the fixings ….and it just made you feel so special.

In a little story I read a few weeks ago (true story) a (rather large) family had to make a difficult choice to move to a new place and a smaller home. The older children would have to share rooms and the overall house was not anywhere close to being as nice as the home, they all loved, left behind.

The transition period, going from the familiar to the unknown, wasn’t going well, especially for the children. They wanted their old friends and schools back.

On the first day of school…after fixing breakfast and getting all the children off to school…the mother sat down and held her aching head. She had worn a forced smile on her face for the children for so long…her head actually hurt. She sighed…” Life is tough.”

She knew everyone would eventually adjust…but she wished she could think of something that would help that transition along…without adding any expense to a very tight budget.

Suddenly she had an idea…she would make the kids chocolate chip cookies…their favorite. Then when they all arrived back home…the house would have a familiar smell to it.

Her energy renewed…she got out all the ingredients and started to mix it all together…when her fairly new stand mixer suddenly stopped and a burnt smell filled the kitchen. She quickly unplugged the appliance…the cord was severed.

Her spirits immediately dropped…”Come on God…Give me a break…I am just trying my hardest to help my children.”

She had no money to buy any kind of mixer…the one she was using had been a gift from all the children and her siblings one Christmas. Now what?

Immediately a thought popped into her head. What did your mother use? She laughed to herself…an old white hand-mixer that brought more happiness than any other appliance…her mother was a great cook.

Wait a minute. Didn’t she keep that old hand-mixer when her mother passed away last year…could it possibly be? She ran into the attic and finally found the box with her mother’s name on it.

At the very bottom was the old hand-mixer. It looked pretty bad…in fact when she first turned it on…there was only silence…and acute disappointment. Surely God didn’t plant that idea for this to happen.

Then she remembered her mother jiggling the cord sometimes when it would stop working….nothing to lose. She jiggled and the old white hand-mixer came to life…she squealed with excitement.

When the children arrived home that afternoon to the smell of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies…the smiles on their faces said it all. “It smells just like home” the youngest cried out with joy in his eyes.

And then the children ate cookies, drank milk, and shared all the excitement about the new friends they had met with their mother. Everything was going to be just fine. God and grandmother would see to that…with a “wink.”


As you can tell from the title photo… the only mixer I have, also, is my mother’s little white hand-mixer. She made every cake and cookie I ate from that mixer….even Ben’s most memorable chocolate cake… that made it him on his birthday in the jungles of Vietnam.

It was mother who first told me about the easy, delicious cake called the “Famous Chocolate Wafer” cake…or as we came to call it…just the refrigerator cake. Since I was in charge of the sweets for the beach…I decided to make it once again….using Lucille’s little white hand-mixer. Thanks Mom!

So until tomorrow…Let us pause and remember our favorite smells and the location of them…this sense probably has the most direct link back to our childhoods.

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

* Tomorrow Ben (Friday the 22) goes for his very last medical session to determine if the 80% pension (he miraculously received last summer…remember Ireland and the sign-“Stop and Pray”) will be bumped to a 100% …the family would appreciate it if you could find time to “stop and pray” that Ben finally finds closure to a six year fight on the homefront…VA. Thank you!

* I don’t think that it is a coincidence that Memorial Day falls on Monday May 25…perhaps a God’s Wink?



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The Change Within Us…

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Jake: One month, eight months

Dear Reader:

Shakespeare once wrote in a line from his play Hamlet: (Conversation between Hamlet and Horatio)

“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.” 

Hamlet (1.5.167-8), Hamlet to Horatio

Basically Hamlet was expressing his belief to Horatio… that the universe is so much more than we mere mortals, with our limited understanding and learning, can possible absorb.

The older I get the less I know…because I grasp now just how infinite the world and heavens around us really are… simply put: mind-boggling!

It is strange how we, and believe me I am including myself in “we,” turn an almost blind eye to daily subtle changes…like the grand-babies turning over for the first time or sitting up or walking…or the older grandchildren getting taller each visit and expressing opinions. These changes we handle quite easily.

All it takes is a sudden change… like a neighbor or friend telling us he/she is moving and we are completely thrown off-kilter…we can’t imagine the neighborhood without them and we grow uncomfortable with the thought that others might move.

Change is going on constantly…but it just takes our “constant security blanket” to change (perhaps a job closing down, a well-loved pastor leaving or retiring, a child going off to college….and our stress level hits maximum capacity in a matter of seconds.)

The “sage of science,” Carl Sagan, expressed it more universally….the ever-changing metamorphosis of daily life.

“We go about our daily lives understanding almost nothing of the world. We give little thought to the machinery that generates the sunlight that makes life possible, to the gravity that glues us to an Earth that would otherwise send us spinning off into space, or to the atoms of which we are made and on whose stability we fundamentally depend.

Few of us spend much time wondering why nature is the way it is; where the cosmos came from, or whether it was always here; if time will one day flow backward and effects precede causes; or whether there are ultimate limits to what humans can know. What is the smallest piece of matter. Why do we remember the past and not the future. And why there is a universe.” (Carl Sagan…quotes)

We take so much for granted in this world…like the sun and moon being there for us without question…so we want the rest of life to follow suit. When in reality even the sun and moon are slightly changing, growing older like us, each morning and each night.

Besides the grandchildren…it is my garden which teaches me about the things in my life that are changing each day when I return each morning. Besides the obvious….new plants and buds blooming…old plants dying….more subtle changes are taking place with color and texture….besides just growth.

Remember the three red Japanese maples named for each of the three grandsons….all looking pretty similar…especially in comparison with Eva Cate’s delicate looking green leaf maple?

Well…a few days ago…I looked at each tree and saw the most beautiful color changes taking place inside each tree….let me show you. (All I can figure out is it must have something to do with the amount of sun and shade each tree is getting…because everything else is similar in the amount of water…pruning…etc. )

1) First… let’s look at Rutledge’s tree: The red is dazzling when the sun’s rays hit it just so….almost sparkles in its intensity of color.









2) Just a few feet away… around a slight bend…is Jake’s tree….now turning beautiful speckled colors of green and red…soft and luscious….and big…like Jake.


3) And finally Lachlan’s tree…still small but growing fast…speckled like Jakes’s but a much deeper red/green…it stays in the shade longer than the others.


Just a few weeks ago…all three trees were exactly the same color and now each one is changing according to its soil and sun and shade.

Doesn’t God just blow you away? He is definitely a “Detail God.” He must laugh at us for all the time we take (from our short lifespan) trying desperately to ‘bar the doors’ to our home and family against the monster “Change.” Of course…it always turns out to be a lesson in futility and change…of perspective.

In hindsight…don’t we usually look back and see that this or that change (that we so desperately fought)…turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to us…a new path with new opportunities?

So until tomorrow…Thank you Father for guiding us through the maze of changes in our lives that lead us back home to You… having lead a purposeful life.

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

* It will be interesting to see when I return home Thursday….how the lantana will have grown and spread (it had just popped up earlier in the week) * This photo was taken last Sunday.





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“Beginning Today”…



Dear Reader:

The last morning at home before leaving for Edisto…I walked out to the garden and there stood (quite proudly) the most beautiful lily which looked like a combination of sunrise and sunset….it took my breath away.

It also reminded me that each day new surprises and possibilities await us…isn’t life exciting that way?

I have taken on the task on trying to clean out my “Documents” folder which is worse than organizing old family photos. The majority of the documents are educational activities I saved for workshops….but now going back through them again…I find myself reminiscing over the fun I had with students and teachers, alike, singing, rapping, and dancing to history.

I, also, realized, that I had saved some stories, poems, and anecdotes from early blogs dating back to even 2010…and found myself stopping to re-read them again…that is how I discovered this poem. It seemed to “fit” with my sunrise lily discovery. I hope you enjoy the poem as much as I do.

“Each new day is a blank page in the diary of your life. The secret of success is in turning that diary into the best story you possibly can.”
― Douglas Pagels

Beginning Today
By: Author Unknown

Beginning today I will no longer worry about yesterday.
It is in the past and the past will never change.
Only I can change by choosing to do so.

Beginning today I will no longer worry about tomorrow.
Tomorrow will always be there, waiting for me to make the most of it.
But I cannot make the most of tomorrow without first
making the most of today.

Beginning today I will look in the mirror and I will see a person worthy
of my respect and admiration.
This capable person looking back at me is someone I enjoy spending time
with and someone I would like to get to know better.

Beginning today I will cherish each moment of my life.
I value this gift bestowed upon me in this world and I will unselfishly
share this gift with others.
I will use this gift to enhance the lives of others.

Beginning today I will take a moment to step off the beaten path and to
revel in the mysteries I encounter.
I will face challenges with courage and determination.
I will overcome what barriers there may be which hinder my quest for
growth and self-improvement.

Beginning today I will take life one day at a time, one step at a time.
Discouragement will not be allowed to taint my positive self-image,
my desire to succeed or my capacity to love.

Beginning today I walk with renewed faith in human kindness.
Regardless of what has gone before, I believe there is hope
for a brighter and better future.

Beginning today I will open my mind and my heart.
I will welcome new experiences. I will meet new people.
I will not expect perfection from myself nor anyone else: perfection does not exist in an imperfect world.
But I will applaud the attempt to overcome human foibles.

Beginning today I am responsible for my own happiness and I will do
things that make me happy . . .
admire the beautiful wonders of nature, listen to my favorite music,
pet a kitten or a puppy, soak in a bubble bath . . .
pleasure can be found in the most simple of gestures.

Beginning today I will learn something new; I will try something
different; I will savor all the various flavors life has to offer.
I will change what I can and the rest I will let go.
I will strive to become the best me I can possibly be.

Beginning today. And every day.


So until tomorrow…Let’s start writing the best chapter in our life story…a real cliff hanger filled with hope and the happiest of all endings.

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

* Johnny Johnson commented on  the blog post “Love the Little Things in Life”….I think we all share in these true thoughts….

“It is part of my morning ritual to sit on my deck and see the little things like the small flowers in the flower pots, listening to the birds singing their good morning songs, even watching my resident lizard that I talk to.The lizard drops and listens as if it understands what I am saying, looking at me turning its head constantly.

I love the little hints God gives us to see and hear each day and the peacefulness it brings me. Oh and of course reading your blog after I come in each morning. Though I was interrupted yesterday and I am a day behind on the blog. It’s these little things that make my day get started out right. The peace that comes over you when you are alone and its quiet is priceless and maybe a Godswink that says today will be a great day!


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