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|Posted on May 24, 2015 at 8:11 AM||comments (0)|
Good morning. I was awoken during the night from the doorbell ringing. This is not the first time that this has occurred for me. Some of the strangest phenomenon happens and I am out to find an answer. In the midst of slumber, I am awoken by the sound of my front doorbell ringing. It has always occurred while it is still dark outside...around 2 and 3 in the morning. I am startled and jump up. No one is there...it doesn't continue to ring either...but I swear that it had! Another phenomenon is a man's voice....(sounds like my husband's) saying my name. I jump up and no one is there....although I would have sworn that he was right there...he is not! I go to check to make sure he is alright and discover him sound asleep!
Then things like this have happened in the past, I have attributed it to the thoughts that I must have dreamed it...even though it seems NOT!
Last night when this happened, it left me thinking that perhaps it might be some sort of message. An awakening of another kind...so to speak. I pondered about who it might be...what it might be about. The one odd thing was that yesterday...I was cleaning and decided to move my mother's memorial box which contains her ashes to a different spot. The thought went through my head...could it have been her...could she not be happy with the move? I haven't given any of the other doorbell events any thoughts...so this was one to journal about....and now to pay closer attention. Being that it is memorial weekend...by thoughts have also been on a neighbor who was killed in Vietnam. As I sat on the computer, I watched a video of the cemeteries and all the crosses displayed of the men and women who were killed in the wars and thought about Tony. He was killed in Vietnam and his body was brought home for burial. He is in the cemetery at the end of my block. Could it be him?
I blogged yesterday about missing a dear friend who had recently passed away and how much I miss her...could she have decided to make contact? Or is it just me dreaming with lifelike experience?
The first thing I did this morning was to search the internet about what it might mean...believing that oftentimes...a dream is telling us something. I was surprised to discover that MANY have had the same experience as myself. There is a lot of speculation as to what is happening...I myself will continue to research and look for others input. How about you, my readers? Have you had any experiences like these? I would love to hear about them. Won't you share your experiences?
As for Bells...it seems to me that they are definitely an important part to spirituality and religion. I know that the movie "It's a Wonderful Life" interjects that when bell rings, an angel gets their wings...and sure you would think that those sentiments are just because of the movie...but the belief in that was here long before the movie was ever made. I started to think about bells....church bells...and how the ringing of them are really a memorable statement at a funeral. I have been to a cemetery that rings their bell that is in the entry archway. I thought about the catholic masses I had attended and the ringing of the bells for particular parts of the service. Chinese ring bells to communicate directly with the spirit. Russian Orthodox, bells directly addressed the deity There have bells throughout history playing an important role. From bells on ships, bells on animals, bells that alert and bells of freedom.
All I know is that I believe that the bell must mean something important. I will mark this day down in a journal and wait. I will update you whether something occurs or I gain some revelation over the bells of the night....in the meantime, I would love to hear your feedback.
|Posted on May 23, 2015 at 1:34 PM||comments (2)|
Good afternoon to all. It has been quite some time since I have written on the blog and decided that perhaps it was time to resume. I must admit I am at times discouraged on whether it makes any difference to anyone since feedback is next to nothing....but since I found that the time spent writing and the reflective time that happens when I do is beneficial at least to me. I would try again.
I have never suffered from depression...at least I don't think I have...but feeling blue or down from time to time does creep up into my life.
I am not quite sure what triggers these types of feelings...but there are some days when it does appear. The past year or so has been quite the roller coaster for me emotionally. Oh...I must admit...it is nothing disastrous...but then again...perhaps it is...at least in my realm of normal.
I have lost a very dear friend this year...and I miss her terribly. I have lost many in my lifetime...but this last death has knocked me for a loop. I have had another dear and close friend go through a mastectomy and a VERY large dose of chemo treatments. I see how the wind in her sails has been depleted and marvel at her tenacity and fight. I have seen her lay under covers, vomit and gag...lose her hair, her eyebrows and eyelashes. She has lost weight....but never lost her faith. I marvel at the way she has handled this and wonder if I could do the same if I were in her shoes.
I have a whole in my heart for many reasons and I try to put one foot in front of the other...but from time to time...the "woe is me" can get the best of me.
As I reflect back in time...I remember how it used to be growing up. Families were together..sometimes in the same household. It has been my lot in life it seems to have my family far away. First it was my mother who moved 2,000 miles away and then it was a daughter who left and never looked back...so to speak. Grandchildren who I am not sure even know who I am. Another daughter gone to pursue life with her family. Grandchildren who I wish I could partake in their everyday activities like my own grandmother did while I was growing up. I guess it is the new way of life...at least it seems that it is for me. I cannot say that I like it very much....but then I watch a show like "Love Comes Softly"and realize that in those days...often times once a child left...the distance was so great and the ability to travel was almost non-existent that I am not that bad off...at least I can get in a car or on a plane and go to them. Non-the less...it doesn't make the lonely days any less lonely.
Now, don't get me wrong...I have plenty of things to fill up my day...and I tend to be one very busy woman...but still...every once in a while...I want to just embrace those I love.
I thought about the phase of feeling blue. Blue is associated with calmness and tranquility...and yet it is also the color associated to depression. Sort of a oxymoron.
When I think of a blue ocean or the blue sky I feel at peace. I find it interesting that they named a bird the blue bird of happiness. To say someone is True Blue means that they are loyal and faithful. A Blue blood is someone of nobility Blue is said to be the favorite color of 50% of both men and women. So why then do we say we are feeling blue when we are down in the dumps? There are many sayings that we use that contain the word blue. Someone appeared out of the blue, His face turned blue or once in a blue moon.
It is also a color of some of the most beautiful things in the world, like a blue sapphire, blue topaz, lazuli and wedge wood to name just a few.
So, blue has it's ups and downs. It has it's yin and yang. For the moments that I feel blue..I know that on the flip side...I will have my upsides and will be fine. Thank goodness for the paint brush and paints. They take me to many places. As I create I relax and reflex about how fortunate I am to have been a part of those lives that I miss. There is definitely something to be said about reflection....it always takes me back anywhere I choose to go.
|Posted on December 31, 2014 at 8:13 AM||comments (0)|
Good morning to all. Well, here it is...almost the end of another year. time to get ready to ring in the New Year. As I sit here this morning, I started to reflect on so many of my past New Years. I can remember when I was a young girl of 13 and I worked in a restaurant in the coat room at the restaurant my mother worked in. I can remember taking in the coats and hanging them up. I remember reading a book and occasionally glancing out the small room surrounded by beautiful coats and furs and staring out at the dance floor 100 feet away. I listened as the band played on and the men and woman danced the night away donned in suits and chiffon dresses. Dreaming that some day, I too would be doing the same on New Years. Eve. I watched as the evening progressed to midnight. Hats and horns slowly made their way onto each of the peoples heads as bottles of champagne appeared on their tables. The sound of the popping corks and the Auld Lang Sign rang in the New Year. People laughing and kissing was surely a sight to see and remember. I was bound to have the same scene embrace me in the very near future.
Well, years rolled forward and I married and had children. My New Years Eve was certainly a different sight than what I had envisioned. I remember how I prepared food for the evening along with preparations for when the clock struck twelve. It was hats and horns and streamers, along with pots and pans and large kitchen serving spoons. As we counted down the clock with Dick Clark on the television, the children prepared their musical instruments to bang in the new year with. These of course were the pots and pans. Our attire was pajamas and slippers. We would stand on the front porch of our home as the sounds of New Years rang out quite loudly. Now the champagne was replaced with sparking grape soda so that the children could participate. They of course thought that they were drinking the real thing. One year was quite the scene. My eldest daughter convinced herself that she was really drinking and proceeded to act like a drunkard. To all of our surprise...she caught the flu during the night and was sicker than a dog the next morning. She was positive that this was a hang over. I laughed for many years over that one.
Well, years have rolled on and as I sit here today, I think of how many of the years were never even greeted formally. Tonight I will entertain guests with dinner and cards. Somehow, my future vision of wining and dining to music never seemed to happen. Almost 50 years have passed and I must say, I really think more about the resolution tradition more than the rest. I have made more resolutions than I care to admit have never come to pass. Today, as I consider making a New Years resolution, I resolve to look forward to a new year with excitement. I look forward to what life will bring to me and the courage to handle it. I look to the past and see how fortunate all those years have been. How much I enjoyed banging pots and pans and watching my children grow. I enjoyed the thrill of being together and laughing the day and evenings away. May you have a wonderful new year and may your future be filled with memories.
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|Posted on December 20, 2014 at 9:56 AM||comments (0)|
Good morning everyone. Well, Christmas is just days away and as I sit here in my living room, I cannot help but think back in time. I guess my thoughts are brought on by the saying :what we do out of love". I remember all the years of growing up as a young girl and racing home on the last day of school to decorate the Christmas tree with my Grandfather. I can remember bursting through the door only to be greeted by the aroma of Christmas. The smell of the fresh pine tree, hot chocolate and freshly popped popcorn. It was a thrill to string the popcorn, drink the cocoa and listen to Bing Crosby on the phonograph player. My grandfather would put on the bubble lights and grandma would carefully unwrap all the glass ornaments. We would trim the tree circling the finished product with popcorn strings and finish it all off carefully with tinsel. Oh, what a memory!
When I married...the unfortunate choosing of a bad tree a couple years in a row caused my husband to want only fake trees. If disturbed me each year thinking that my girls wouldn't get the same experience of a real tree. It bothered me so much...that one year...I secretly purchased a small 3 1/2 foot tree and hid it from my family. We decorated the fake tree and on Christmas Eve, upon arriving home and putting the girls to bed...I revealed to my husband what I had hiding in the shed. I made him bring in the tree and I had secretly gotten everything ready to decorate it. I had decided that I wanted it to be the very first thing that my girls saw when them opened their bedroom door on Christmas morning. So very quietly, we decorated this wonderful fresh tree in the hallway right outside of the bedroom door. The thrill of them seeing that sparkling, popcorn trimmed, tinsel clad tree had me lying awake all night. I put a note on the tree wishing them Merry Christmas from Santa and began a trail of presents that started under that tree into the dining room, circling around the dining room table leading into the living room and under the main tree.
When Christmas morning arrived...I was pleasantly surprised with the squeals of joy that came from the girls when the saw that tree. The smell was just amazing...and the sight of the tree and two VERY thrilled little girls was truly one of my finest Christmas gifts ever. They talked about it all day long and for many years to come. Today as I sit here thinking about that day...it brings a smile to my face. Today, there are no longer children in the house for Christmas. The house is empty with only memories left of those precious years and those golden memories. What I did for my love for them...was a gift for me as well. A gift that lasted over time. When I look at my tree and gaze into the lights...I still remember the way that small little pine tree gave way to a very special Christmas. I don't remember what was in all those boxes trailing through the house...but I have never forgotten the tree and the smile on my girls faces.
It is no wonder that when I hear the words to the song by Bing Crosby..."When you trim your Christmas Tree...think of me...beside you." That Grandma and Grandpa and my daughters are with me in spirit.
Oh Christmas Tree....Oh Christmas Tree...HOW LOVELY ARE YOUR BRANCHES.
|Posted on December 14, 2014 at 9:56 AM||comments (0)|
Good morning to all. Well, what a difference that a day makes. Yesterday's Christmas party perked up the Christmas spirit. What a great time spent with friends. A room filled with artists and friends. One of the things that we did was collect toys for tots and had 2 marines there to take the gifts. 2 very nice young men. During our conversations...we all commented on how very young they were. I commented on how...when we were that young...the young men seemed so grown up...now that we have crept into the golden years...they looked like babies! What a difference the day can make!
I met a lovely women yesterday who has joined the group....I had actually met her on facebook and now...she has joined our guild. It was such a pleasure. She is a wonderful addition and I was pleased to have an opportunity to have a nice conversation with her.
Later on in the day...I attended a Come to Bethlehem at the Salvation Army. What a stupendous job they do recreating that time for all to experience. Walking from room to room, we were told the story of the birth of Christ. From Caesar to the shepherds and wise men. From the messages given to Mary and Joseph to searching for the star and finding a baby wrapped in a blanket you retravelled that time in history. Afterwards,. there was a magnificent concert. It was filled with the spirit of Christmas! I sang my heart out. Tears flowed from my eyes as I sang the verses of "O Little Town of Bethlehem"....truly feeling in God's Presence. What a wonderful change in my spirit. It was a blessing indeed. It reminded me of how wonderful life is and how truly blessed I am. The Salvation Army is welcoming to all. They don't try to twist any arms to coming there....just instill the suggestion of finding your own place of worship...and if you don't have one...to feel free to join them. If you ever have the opportunity to attend a Walk to Bethlehem with the Salvation Army...I would highly recommend going.
Upon returning home with some friends...we played some cards and then had the Christmas gift discussion. You know the one....the one about what to buy people. How many struggle with the whole "I HAVE to get something for this one and that one!" I am once again reminded of a young boy's comment to me...."Mrs. Claus" . when he told me his 3 choices for Christmas gifts...and I asked if there was anything else...his comment was simply..."why should I receive more than Jesus received? After all...it is HIS birthday we are celebrating!" Well...out of the mouths of babes! We often forget that the gifts are a symbol of Love. It so reminds me of the part of the movie with Loretta Young, David Niven and Cary Grant in The Bishop's Wife...where at the end...the minister speaks of getting a tie and the pipe....and how we need to remember the true meaning. Recently, my granddaughter send me a picture of gifts that she was MAKING! MAKING....I was so very proud of her. That is truly a gift of love and friendship. A gift of caring enough to give of your time....it took me back to the morning party and one women shared that after many years of exchanging....the chose to exchange only handmade gifts. The giving of oneself....now that is a precious gift. That is a true symbol of the meaning of the day. That makes me want to do more and more to make people happy. It is the little things in life that I have found thrill me. It is the memories and not the presents that keep my heart full. My Christmas spirit has returned. It seems that it just had to take a walk down memory lane. I don't care what others seem to put out there. This Politically correct business seems to only work for those who want THEIR opinions to be heard and don't care about those whose opinions and beliefs are being offended. I choose to say YES to my savior and His miraculous birth....I am not asking anyone to change their beliefs...just be kind and gracious enough to let me have MINE! Today I will strive to share the Love of the season. I will strive to make each day special in the name of the season.
|Posted on December 13, 2014 at 8:22 AM||comments (1)|
Good morning to everyone. It has been quite a while since I had been at my post....So much has gone on and so much to deal with. It has been a struggle to get through this season....many reasons behind it. A lot a friends who have been ill...a very close friend lost her battle with cancer. Others are battling the monster at this moment. I seem to have lost the spirit and the energy that goes along with this season. Thanksgiving was dampened with the thoughts of the following day of a wake to attend. But non the less...a lot that I am thankful for.
I recently picked up a wonderful book at a good will store and it is filled with amazing stories of Christmas spirit. It reminded me of what the season stands for...and what I should be celebrating. I have been in such a state lately...I am really missing the holiday that I used to have. How do you capture that when the house is void of your children and grandchildren? When they are too far away to be with on the holiday? Today I read about the love of the season. How to spread that love onto others. Tonight I will visit a walk to Bethlehem and enjoy the concert. I will be there with friends...how wonderful is that? Tomorrow I will go on a candlelight tour of a historical home with my friends in the Red Hats...how exciting! I have finally put up my Christmas tree...and the sparkle of the lights have seemed to brighten my spirits. I have wrapped some special gifts to ship to the grandchildren and as I prepared them, I was filled with joy over the thought of what thrill they might bring! Today I will enjoy my Christmas party with my painting friends...it is sure to be colorful! So why the blahs? Just missing some of the days of old. Missing the people who made it so special for me. Missing the get up and go that sometimes fibromyalgia seems to rob from me. I continue to push myself to get things done...but lately have needed to stop, drop and rest. I guess we all have to remember that time is so relevant in our lives...we need to remember to take the time to remember...take the time to relax...and take the time to enjoy. Sometimes, I feel that I just don't have enough time in my day to do all that I want to do...so I have to start to make the time. Starting today...time is going to be on my side! Hope you do the same.
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