Tasty....

My Thought for this Day.......Every day we hold a recipe in our hand. It is called Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday etc. In that recipe there is always honor, grace, faith, enjoyment, laughter, help........what do you add? Do you add grievance, doubt, envy, anger, excuses? Think about it. It's your day.....your recipe. You must eat your cake of life. I wonder how it will taste?

Diverse........

My Thought for this Day.....You see things your way, I see them mine. That is one beauty of the human experience......diversion. What is good for one, may be harmful to another. But within our playing fields we must learn that different is not hate. Respect the fact that I don't have to play your game and you most certainly don't have to play mine. But what we must do, is teach ourselves the capacity to get along and flourish in this very varied life experience. We have minds to form opinions, but with that comes responsibility to value opinions of others. Speak with respect. Listen with reverence. Live with honor. Don't play at the game of life.......for it is much more than a game. It is your chance to be. No one is like you. And no one will ever be. Can't you see the specialness of this? What a shame to disregard the uniqueness of our world, our people and our opinions. My prayer is that when we embrace our world, when we walk alongside our friends, we can agree to disagree, we can be varied, accept divergence, and through it all, my very special prayer is that I, ME, MYSELF, can honor everyone whom God has placed before me. I don't for one second think if you are in my life, is it a coincidence. It is what is meant to and will be. It is my privilege, not yours. My blessing is to embrace my circle of life.

Presumption.....

My Thought for this Day......Presumption is a dangerous thing. When we presume to know someone else's circumstances, we put ourselves on the highest platform holding the gold medal with everyone else below us. This I know for sure, you will NEVER know another's life in every detail. So therefore, to presume you do, throws the veil of judgement over your eyes, and indeed you are more blind than you could ever imagine.

Listen.....

My Thought for this Day......I am a teacher by profession, but I hope I am a learner as well. We are never too old, experienced or knowledgable to turn our backs on lessons to be learned. I teach Spanish in the classroom, but I had much much much rather be known as a teacher of life to both my students, my friends, family and yes, even those few people who might read my FB ramblings. And to teach life lessons, one must learn them daily. I try to do that always. I see and hear and visit and read the outpourings of so many souls a day. I cry with those kids who have nothing or no one. I feel for my friends who struggle with boulders of trouble, I rejoice in the lives of success I get to be a part of, and those I merely read about. But mostly, I try to learn. I have not walked your path, ridden your waves of sorrow and lose, nor crested the pinnacles of your accomplishments. I find the human experience fascinating, and more so each and every one's reaction to their own daily bread. I love deep thought and conversation of just exactly what our purpose and breath and commitments and steps both are and should be. I love to hear your stories, your histories, your life's bricks that have made you the person you are. My sponge soaks up your water. I don't know if this is normal, and don't care. My goal is to learn, understand, and pass on to help. So at the end of this crazy rambling treatise, I just want to say thank you. Thank you for comments, texts, private PM's and emails. Every one makes my day. I will continue this word game as I can and because I can. And if, at anytime, you need an ear, I have two.....the calling of my heart is to sit,listen and when you have poured out your waters of joy or sorrow, be there to say, "someone does care."

Fear.......

My Thought for this Day....has changed. I planned on one thing, but my early morning mind has taken a turn. Today, I wanna say, it okay. It's okay to be scared, sad, mad. It's okay to find not one morsel nor tidbit of comfort in your circumstances. I have always thought that we have been given ALL emotions to feel...not just the happy, strong ones. We are to cry and vent and yes raise a living, yet angry fist to the Heavens and ask,"why"? As a matter of fact, there have been times, when it has been a blessing that I live in the country because my God and I have had loud conversations in my back yard. We ask why and no immediate answer comes. We ask for help and nothing appears. We seek solutions in desperation and are blinded still by the darkness that surrounds us. IT IS OKAY. It is human. It is us. I'm not going to sit here a say...... hang in there, it will get better. Not because it won't, but because that's not what you want to hear right now. And this morning, I want to comfort, not confront. I have hurting friends whom I am reaching out to in my attempt to help carry their load of worry, and fear and weariness. This I can do. This I will do. So, if today my thought isn't for you, doesn't touch you, then please tuck it away and rejoice. Maybe your are on the golden brick path. Maybe good things are pouring down from a generous heaven. And if that is you, I am truly happy for you. But if not, and I think you know who you are, then please know in my mind, in my heart, in my very soul, I know it is okay to have those moments of fear and trepidation and aloneness. But also I know you are not alone, because I am standing in your gap. For what it's worth, I am holding your hand,wiping your tears and praying your prayers. Today, this is my truth.

Epitaph.......

My Thought for This day.......A couple of years ago I wrote my own epitaph....not one that would be written about me. Excuse me when I say that those sometimes take out the salt and replace it with a little sugar. No, I wrote my own , and I was brutal. No one knows you like you. No one knows the true inner workings of your heart and mind. No one sees the motives behind your actions. No one actually holds the soul of your character like you do. So I was honest, objective and it hurt. I actually put it on a piece of paper....word, by sad sorry word. I searched the cracks and crevices of my thoughts, actions, of the very essence that was me.....not what the outside world saw, for we all put on plays for others and that would have been a waste of time. I wrote an in depth character assassination. Then I read it, and reread it, and revised it with even more honesty. It hurt; it was looking through a glass darkly, yet it was truly one of the most liberating things I have ever done. Because then, I could begin my work. Maybe this isn't for you. Maybe you just aren't ready. Maybe it would be futile. But if you decide to have the courage to see yourself in all your black and white, do it. But do it right. Pen, paper, time and honesty........I hope it sets you free as it did me. I don't want to know details, but if you do decide you can face you, let me know how it affects your life. I'm betting on you!!

Courage......

My Thought for this Day......we all have broken many things. Dropped glasses, shattered pottery, splintered china, even the ' O my gosh seven years of bad luck mirrors'! But these are just things, replaceable things. It's when we break hearts and spirits, that we have to grieve. You MUST carry that action deep within and must allow it to heal, not fester. I don't care if the breaking was accidental or intentional. It is a big boulder in your path, an elephant in the corner of your life, a crack in your basement. You must try to repair that soul you have broken, that tiny wing of that person's emotions. Don't live with a past piled high with harshness, hatred or resentment. How freeing to be that person who has the strength of character to say, " I'm sorry,". Please search your soul, and when you come to the chapter entitled, "misery", there is where you stop and read and reread and then, find the courage to repair. Do it sooner rather than later. I guarantee the lightness of emotion will be healing to nit only you, but the person in whose ear you whisper, " I'm sorry."