Precious
I snuck downstairs at 3:30 in the morning. What am I doing up at this hour? Besides wanting to finish Rose’s book so that her son could proof it. Besides writing my blog | newsletter for this morning, I had to go outside to see. I had to. I disarmed my house alarm. I let Stubby Wubby; my big fat Grandfather cat hobble outside for a little bit of fresh air. He doesn’t roam too far and trusting that the coyotes wouldn’t get him because that’s always a factor. Locked the door and then went to the back door and opened it up.
I snuck outside to the back part of the porch which is Grant’s workshop space. I wondered in worried tones if she would be there. And, she was there.
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He Died In The Palm Of My Hands
I wrote about my husband finding then little bunny the other day. I called Grant this morning. I’m on the ferry going to my last day at school, and he’s on the way to see the dentist.
I ask him, “How are you?.” He says the little bunny died in his hands this morning.” He’ll bury him when he gets home. He’s never had to bury an animal at the farm. He’s sad. I’m sad. But I’m also glad I wrote about this little bunny so I can remember her always. She gave me joy, love & happiness the brief time I knew her. ~ Beth Lord
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What If Our Future Is Only Tomorrow?
It’s a great question to ask because none of us knows when our time is going to happen when we get off this earth planet. And I don’t mean like an astronaut. I am talking death.
This question may leave us a little bit uncomfortable, but if we realize and can accept that our mind and body are going to die, we may create more opportunities to live life in a fuller way.
Ask yourself the following questions:
- Are you satisfied with life?
- What Read More
What Is Worth Its Weight In Gold?
It is our precious memories who weigh very little and go anywhere we go. Mining for this gold requires us to recognize when we strike it rich and being able to capture them so we can access this treasure anytime.
Memories allow us the realization that we have changed. We aren’t who we are even from yesterday. We cope with habitual patterns and our notion of who we are and think we don’t change at all, but we do, and this self-discovery is exciting. I need to read my stories from the past to help me recognize the worth of these changes going on inside of me. This discovery. This awareness. These memories are worth everything, and they are worth its weight in gold even t Read More