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Stand Up: A Lesson With My Daughter On Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

CHAPTER 2013 page 19 of 365 Peace, Strength and Courage

Stand Up: A Lesson With My Daughter On Dr. Martin Luther King Jr..

 
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Posted by on January 19, 2013 in Love Stories

 

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Sanctuary

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It’s 0345 and I’ve been awake since 0215. I’ve decided to climb out of the warmth of my bed and come sit on my deck for awhile. I’m hoping after writing for a spell the sandman will show up and lure me back to a peaceful sleep.

One of my small joys in life is sitting on my deck. It matters not if the sun is shinning or it’s raining cats and dogs, I love sitting out here and just getting lost in the thought of not thinking too much. I try to come out here every morning for 5-20 minutes (spring/summer only) and just sit. This is time that I’ve dedicated to talking with God, my Grand and most recently, my aunt.

It’s funny, but I’ve always referred to this space as my sanctuary; my place of peace and understanding. Oddly, anyone who HS known me for ten minutes can tell you, I’m not the outdoors type, but this is different.

My backyard is comfortable, I’ve worked hard to create an oasis for myself that I sometimes share with others. A few years after purchasing this house. I (yes, I) created a water feature back here, so sometimes I just sit and listen to the water…I’m a fire sign who loves water sounds and sights. LOL

During the summer, I pitch a tent back here on the deck and rough it! LOL My husband would disagree that I’ve ever roughed anything in my life.

My backyard is small roughly 600 sq ft with various tree types and a couple of lilac bushes, which I planted many years ago. As I sit here listening to the sound of the running water and the rain drops, I look out across the yard. The trees stand tall in the background huddled close together as if sharing a secret that only they should know here in this yard. My senses are charmed by the faint aroma of the lilac bushes mixed with the rain and I am mesmerized at the sky a mix of indigo and midnight blues, dancing across the early morning sky

In a word, it’s beautiful and I feel truly blessed to have a space, a refuge that is all mine if and when I so desire.

Theabove photo is a day shot of what I call my garden of Eden.

 
 

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Writing, where does it come from?

My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living. — Anais Nin

When I ceased struggling to find something in which to write about, everything became a topic of interest. It was only then that I could discern, weave and create a fascinating and engaging tale oft-times filled with laughter, but certainly always with joy and love.

Given time…I will be, a writer again.

 

 
 

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Where does it come from?

“My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living.” — Anais Nin

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Karma suggest we..do the right thing.

Sometimes when one is going through a struggling time (personal/work relationships, financial hardship, employment opportunities, or general turmoil) one must stand in the mirror and ask the following question…

*******A QUIZ TO FOLLOW*********

What pot am I stirring that I need to put the lid on and step away from? What ingredients (belittling, jealousy, loathing, degrading, backbiting, self-righteousness, gossip, superiority, envy, greed) might I be contributing via pouring and spewing, that “ain’t” none of my business? At some point you must ask yourself, “am I part of the problem or part of the solution” (this does not require a rocket scientist brain)?

Maybe it’s time you bake up something of your own creation. Something with a little less negativity and a lot more positivity toward life and the lives you’ve been blessed to touch. Cease being up in the “mix” of everything with everybody and focus on your own success and the business you need to handle today and tomorrow.

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A Good Marriage yields…the fruits of your labor!

Fresh is the bouquet of love

 
 
 

Two, became one

 
I have been told that we (my husband and I) are still in the infancy of our marriage, so when the question was posed asking, why do we “have” to work so hard?
I laughed, thinking to myself “if you have to ask, you are definitely not ready. Well, I could have shrugged the question off or replied, that we don’t work hard, but the truth is “yes we do” and what if it? The benefits of our “hard work” are repeatedly demonstrated for our friends, family and oft-times to complete strangers. A few minutes passed before I politely responded; does one fix a chair only after it’s broken and of no use to the owner or does one care for the chair regardless of age, always looking to prevent breakage? In our marriage we learned early on that we needed to not only plant seeds of love, but also that we needed to cultivate and nurture the place in which we would plant the seeds. Our formidable marriage is the result of our “hard work.”

I would have to say that our “Marriage Maintenance” begin before we said our “I do’s” and it began with truth in our communication. We shared openly our secrets, our rough spots, and even our skeletons. We made agreements, understood compromise, respect and our expectations of one another and our union. We became a committed partners.

                                 “It takes a loose rein to keep a marriage tight.”  ~John Stevenson

Even on our worst day!

One should understand, that marriage is working selflessly everyday, because although we are united as one, we are still two separate entities. We will have different thoughts, wants, needs, but we work to bring those together…that’s our love. There has never been a day in our lives together that he has not put my feelings before his own. His mantra in our marriage has always been “dear whatever makes you happy,” my feelings and my happiness matter to him. I smile just thinking about that phrase and how often he has said it, meant it, and how much I love him for it.

Cuddling, my favorite partner activity

 I have been dating my husband longer than I’ve known him and it is because of this that I can truly say we have become one another’s “best friend.” We still share passion, joy, laughter (oh the laughter), and so much more. What I have enjoyed the most about our marriage is learning how to have a healthy relationship, it was not always easy, but it was definitely worth each of my false starts if it got me here. LOL My husband has taught me to be a better person and I in turn have taught him to be a better partner.

  “Are we not like two volumes of one book?”  ~Marceline Desbordes-Valmore

My/his achievements are our achievements and our failures are our strengths. We do not have individual achievements or goals, partnerships aren’t built that way. We work to strengthen and lift one another, always. There was a time when I was uncertain about what I wanted to do career wise. I changed jobs more frequently than a hooker changes panties, but he was always supportive of me.

His laughter caressed my heart.

When I wanted to return to school, it was at his insistence that I quit working and focused on completing my degree. Later when I was faced with adversity and illness, it was he that held my hand, wiped my tears and quietly prepared to stand and battle in my defense. He has never flaunted my failures or false starts in my face. I know that he has been my greatest advocate. I wanted to learn a new jewelry making technique (to enhance my skills) he too enrolled in the class and was the only male. When women are bemused and impressed with all he does for and with me, I just smile and say ” yep, that’s my husband.”

“Soul-mates are people who bring out the best in you.  They are not perfect but are always perfect for you.”  ~Author Unknown
 

It's work, but it is what you make it

 
 
Yes, marriage is work and to have a good one, I mean a really good one you share, sacrifice, you compromise, you pull back and you grow. We learned to let go of the things that could mangle or hold us back. We don’t hold grudges (for very long) and we know that we can always lean on and look to one another for truth. We made a commitment and we honor it not only in our hearts, but in our actions.
 

 As two, we are solid as a rock, but united as one…we have become invincible! We are committing our promise to one another in three weeks. I am both ecstatic and guarded, because one shouldn’t tamper with flawless. 

The first time I heard “Lost Without You” I immediately began to daydream and fantasize about husband and wife things. Later, I played it for my husband, ahem immediately I knew that this was the song that was meant to be our husband and wife anthem. Let’s just say, it motivates us in both words and actions.

Yes, the heart really does matter.

there is nothing simple about complex.

 
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Posted by on June 27, 2011 in Love Stories, marriage

 

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Reading is f-u-n-d-a-m-e-n-t-a-l!

I began reading, long before I had mastered the art of pronunciation or speech that said, I love, love to read. As a child, I found reading to be entertaining, educational and a means to an escape! Reading, is how I created my very own wonderland and adventures. Books and words were my retreat from my ordinary life, I could kick off my shoes, pull up a chair and immerse myself into the comfort of a story and feel as if I were a part of the action.

I remember reading mt first primary books “Run Dick Run and See Jane” oh, the memories…Borrrring! A term over used by my grandson, whenever he feels that he is not being fully entertained or asked to participate in anything of no interest to him. haha

My first love story was about a pig, a spider and a wonderful thing called friendship, Charlotte’s Web. I was seven years old and in the second grade. Mrs. Beatty (my absolute favorite teacher) was reading this story aloud to me (the class included) over a period of days. I remember being so eager to hear what would happen next with Wilbur that I awoke early each morning believing that I could propel the morning into afternoon story time with just my wishful thoughts. Although, I always enjoyed story time, I was truly excited about this particular story. I loved to listen to the sound of her voice as she brought each character to life through her animations and enthusiasm. I am certain that when Mrs. Beatty had children she was a phenomenal mother!

All these years later, I can recall how I felt in my little girl self as the story turned from humorous to devastating. I was heartbroken when Charlotte died (can you believe, I am tearing up now, as I write this). My teacher (being observant as a teacher should) noticed me crying (more like total meltdown) sat the book down, called me to the front, sat me on her lap and wrapped me in her arms. She waited before asking me, why I was crying. I told her because it wasn’t fair! It wasn’t fair that Charlotte should die and leave Wilbur and her babies alone. I guess, I could mention, that I was the only child out of the entire second grade class blubbering (If only I had known they that I would be an emotional train wreck the rest of my life). Do you think any of the kids in my second grade class remember me crying?

Like any “good” adult should, she talked me through the process of life and death as it related to the story. I will tell you that that moment has has stuck with me well into four plus decades of my existence. Recanting it now, the tingle in my heart feels as if it happened just yesterday.

Truth is I read any and everything! Which, I must admit has turned out to be my saving grace in many situations, because I am trained to read both the obvious and the less interesting, just out of habit.

My very first adventure book “The Boxcar Children” oh, how I loved those children and their antics. I didn’t know it then, but they romanticized “curiosity” for me. Ramona the pest, The Great Brain sparked my intuitiveness and inspired me to think outside the box, The Little House on The Prairie (I was certain that I was Laura Ingalls hanging out with pa on the creek). Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing (I must reread this as an adult) LOL Are You There God, its Me Margaret? That was a sort of coming to age book for me.

Books tell a lot about a person, I believe they tell a lot about who you are on the inside. I am older, more mature and a bit more seasoned now, I still enjoy a good story, but I really like to read about people, their courage and character. I find it interesting to see what people or made of, how a situation can affect them to their core or how they will rise to the occassion.

I sincerely hope that I can convey my passion for reading as I attempt to share the books I review here. Please feel free to comment and share your thoughts as well, because we all know that reading is fundamental.

*I can’t expect to be perfect, I sometimes just want to get it completed.

R&W

 
 

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