I Found Grace

About three times a year I stop in at our local Humane Society to get the good cry out... actually smelling onions would save on my emotional well-being, or call it self destructive but I rather believe it to be the nurturer that I truly am . I am walking thru the alleys peering into the eyes of those poor lost animals living on death row in cold cement kennels. I have an ability to see into the souls of some animals. Not always a good thing, and other times a wonderful gift. I cant say "Gracie's" soul met mine that day. But I will tell you she was standing so tiny on the cold floor shaking. Staring at me shaking none the less. They called her Buttercup which she didn't respond to. That stare did it and I walked swiftly to the front desk like I was at a Sears sale or a garage sale so to beat the next guy before they got the goods I wanted. This is when I met Richard. Sometimes we meet people that just stick with us in our memories and Richard will be one of those people. An older man with white hair that kisses and loved on all the dogs, big and small. He was so happy to see "Buttercup" find a good home. They told me she was a stray and they only keep strays for seven days and her days were up. No one had called for "Buttercup." I cant imagine why not because she is house trained, she cuddles up next to my neck, she follows me everywhere, and she is healthy and I can tell a tad spoiled. She also is used to cats because I have two of them. My 19 year old cat doesn't seem to mind "Gracie" which is unusual. I suspected he would at least make a "mark" somewhere to get back at me for bringing another critter in. Lucy, the two year old short hair is a bit more skittish. She will be playing with Grace within a couple days I am sure of it. When the snow flies I will have to shovel a bitty spot for Grace to relieve herself without disappearing. And this year she will be joining the rest of the family at the old farm. I am sad for the person that lost their dear little long hair Chihuahua and wonders if she is alright. Maybe they will read this by some miracle. Tomorrow we will visit Target for a warm coat and a proper leash and maybe a little crown. Just kidding.

He looks like Brad Pitt? (better)

Chris returns from an amazing journey to Hong Kong with two other Americans to take part in Jackie Chan's search for the next Bruce Lee. Chris spent over a month training with the Monks in the Shailom Temples and learning the choreography routines when only Chinese was spoken. He laughed when telling me sometimes they just had to do what they saw others doing. The interpreter was not top shop. He sent home two wonderful DVD's of the experience including when he was eliminated from the competition. It works just like our Reality TV.... There are judges who give each person a score. And from what I saw the training is almost as riggorous as Dancing With The Stars. After the competition, Chris traveled by train with a friend from Hong Kong to Bejiing. It was ok, but nothing to write home about. Seems he ran out of cash and that is not the place to have that happen. I can tell you we were very glad to have Chris back in the States, back in Los Angeles getting in shape for his next adventure. I am very proud of Chris. He practices The Secret as well as all natural green drinks and exercize, both mental and physical. Chris is destined for more positive adventures. He has been to Hawaii with a martial arts group. To Thailand twice, and now Hong Kong. He has an agent in L.A. and plans to do modeling work.

Trick or Treat with Twins

This was a last minute deal. I was twin sitting so my son could take his other daughter to a Wisconsin Badger game.... I heard on the radio a local mall was handing out treats so we got the acrylics out and painted the faces. The Lion Girl appropriately had on a leopard skirt and I found an old shawl I was saving to make a coverlet for a sofa pillow. Perfect after two safety pins. What you cannot see is her sparkly red Dorothy shoes she wears 24/7 and has for a year and they are still too big..... She also cut her own hair. The good part is we can tell them apart now. The butterfly twin is more laid back, but sweetly cunning. Was that a kind way to say that one? These two take amazing care of one another in private and public. They are little gems.They got to play an organ at the spooky antique mall. Pet the fat cat named Ed..... see a pretty witch on stilts, run from a big monkey who said, "Don't be scared, I have three girls too!" After much more we went to the infamous McDonalds for a half of a whole hamburger each and more candy. How fun was all that.

I Met a Guy in '59

Monday, October 22, 2007

I met a guy in '59,
He never handed me a line.
We've been friends for some 30 years,
Through thick and thin and many tears.
He had a marriage and several affairs,
And now is left with not many cares.
I went off and married twice,
Had five children who are very nice.
I had one child out of wedlock,
My life regressed to something like bedrock.
I didn't call him so he wouldn't know,
Or think of me for the seeds I did sow.
But I should have known better of my friend,
That his heart would be open and free to lend,
A shoulder, a word, a Moon to share.
But after it all, I wonder if I dare.
The wall I've built is thick and strong,
Even though I realize that's very wrong.
I'll open my heart to my dear dear friend,
But...give me more time for the wall to bend.
For my friend you are the best I've seen,
I wish I could have you and share a dream.
But I think I'll just sit and take some time,
To share with you some of my rhyme.
You've shared with me your deepest thoughts,
Something so special can never be bought.
So whether a friend, a love, or a heart to share,
Until and from, this day forth I will always care.
I wish I could remember your name.

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The Ghosts on Dandee's Farm, (short fiction story)

"The Story of Dandee"

The weather had begun its annual change from chilly to freezing in this North County were we have lived for the past forty-nine years. The homestead started out a large rural farm with milking cows and a pony named April for us kids along with some goats, pigs, chickens and many a stray cat. A booming farm in a small community. Fields of corn and beans and tobacco land spread over almost two hundred yielding acres with tractors and planters and field hands all about. Canning and big dinners and remodeling rooms.
After several years the farmer decided to breed April even though her age was almost beyond breedable.
He took his family to a nearby community to observe the male horse, stud, they would choose to be the husband to April and Father to the new colt. Nine months later Dandee was born. And what a beauty he was as he pranced around like a king always playing and annoying his much too old Mother. Although she tolerated him fairly well. They lived together on that old farm for many more years until one day she died.
She died along with the times of life for that old farm. The herd of milk cows was gone due to fading milk prices and changing times. There was one goat left and a few cats. The machinery was sold off at auction and the buildings were rented out for boat storage. Tobacco land was a thing of the past along with the tall corn and green fields of beans. Now the government was paying them not to work that fertile land. Not necessarily a ghost farm, yet many unspoken ghosts lived there with the older farm couple.
Dandee wondered that old farm all-alone year after year. The old farmer never seemed to find the time to train him to do anything. No one ever road him or even walked him anymore or sat with him to talk. Now and then they gave him some apples and corn and carrots. On occasion when I visited I would hear his lonely whinny from afar. I could always feel his presence but never knew what to do about it. No one would want an old untrained pony. What good would he be for a family and to train him would be near impossible at his age. He would be frightened and could be whipped or worse. So I always left it alone. Yet deep within the recesses of my mind I ached for Dandee. His was one of the unspoken ghosts of the old farm. The young Grandson that used to tend him had moved out of State seven years past.
The ghost stories grew as years passed. Kids grew up and left home to have their own families. Some moved far away while others stayed closer. All the time Dandee wandered the coral and barn alone. His animal friends were all gone, his Mother had died, and now his human companions were rarely around. What did he think? Was he sad? I think so. But little did I know how much so until one day the Granddaughter was visiting the old farm. She had brought her boyfriend along for a good home cooked farm meal. Those homegrown mashed potatoes covered in real butter and carrots and slow cooked oven roast with home made dinner rolls and baked apple pie. While dinner was being prepared she walked down to visit Dandee. The Granddaughter was shocked at the site of his living quarters. He didn’t have any. His coral was deep in manure that had hardened over time. There was not one place to lie down unless straw was spread over the top of the manure.. His drinking water was near green as was the Granddaughters temper when she viewed this mess. She made a vow to return and clean that barn for Dandee. She spent an hour that day in the coral with Dandee, who at that time was afraid of her. She gave him many treats to help him see she was truly his friend.. Finally when she turned away from him and started to leave he followed her. That was the beginning of a dear friendship and trust between the two of them that will last forever.
She scheduled a Sunday to come back and clean out the barn for Dandee. I knew I had to tell the old farmer carefully or he may not allow the kids to come back and do this wonderful deed. I told him they were doing it for him because they knew it was hard for him these days. Of course we all knew he just didn’t seem to care anymore and Dandee also was suffering from his depression also. He reluctantly agreed and I mean reluctantly.. The old farmers woman said she would handle him and we all hoped so. The day came and the daughter, granddaughter and her boyfriend headed for the old farm. The old man had set his mind against having this happen before anyone ever arrived. He called me to tell me it was raining so it wasn’t a good day. I said, “It was and we were coming soon. And did he have the raincoats and boots ready?” I was rather curt with him regarding the situation, which proved later to make him angry. The old woman was helping make it work, although she had to do almost everything because of his hard headedness, or stubbornness. These kids were taking a day off work, driving thirty miles one way, wading in wet stenchy manure, doing his job and he was being a crotchety old man. I was embarrassed of him… because he was someone‘s father. He gave the one boy a snow shovel to work with, and one a pitchfork and the other a real shovel. Imagine trying to scoop hardened manure with a snow shovel? And come to find out he drove his tractor loader right into that barn and scooped that poop right out of there. The old woman came down with decent shovels after she noticed the ridiculous issuance of the snow shovel. After about three full tractor scoops he told the kids that was enough and to come back in the Spring and they could finish then. There was still nine loads to go when he said that…..I happened to be in the barn at that point and spoke readily saying, “Oh no, we are finishing today!” And again the old man was angry. And again I was also, but more important I had lost respect, as also the children.
And so the clean up continued. Dandee was jumping and bucking and kicking from sheer delight to have company of any kind. I truly believe he knew what those kids were doing for him. When the old angry farmer would take each load to the garden owiht his tractor, he could have let the city Granddaughter and her city boyfriend ride along on the tractor, but rather he let them walk in the rain. I wonder why? I wonder what sort of thing or ghost on that farm made him so mean and angry. Or maybe he made the farm angry these days.
In the meantime another family arrived at the old farm with their children. These were little ones who grabbed shovels and brooms and started helping Dandee find his new home in the old barn.. The little ones were feeding Dandee and talking to him all the while in between scoops. The old farmer told the kids he would surely get pneumonia now from all this. Never a thank you…just about him and how all this inconvenienced him. The kids swept it out clean and laid a fresh bale of straw which Dandee immediately came over and laid down on. with all of them standing around. That precious pony was showing his gratefulness in the only way he knew how. The Granddaughter got him a pail of fresh clean water that he drank right away. The old Farmer went over and took the fresh pail of water and dumped it into the old green water as to say, “There, that is how I feel about all this.” That old man has no idea what legacy he left that day. How a few hours of negative emotions might just take away the memories of any good days of deeds he gave for a long time.. How can one excuse that old man and his actions? I guess because there will be a far bigger judge than a granddaughter, and a few little kids. Yet those mean ghosts remain.
On the other hand, the old woman was right by those kids side. Even with her asthma she cleaned and said she would get Dandee clean water. She said the old farm was a sad place anymore. All we can do is make sure we get out there to tend to Dandee more often. He is actually happy right now. And the little ones had a wonderful day at the farm blind to any old or new ghosts that abide there, and the teens gave of themselves to an animal. They tried to give to the old man even though unreceived. They will be better people for the day at the farm. And Dandee has a better life for that few hours in one day of giving. He can lie down and be warm and feel loved. Isn’t that what it’s all about?
I suspect when the old farmer passes the Granddaughter will have her own place and Dandee will surely have the life of a Pony King. In fact it has already started for him and she will make sure it continues.

The Strength of Your Spirit

Speak what you want! Then wait for the perfect timing of this Universe and its God. That higher power will draw you, like a magnet, toward your desires. You must relax to sense the

drawing of your spirit and follow it. Believe you will hear, sense, and then follow. Believe you are a glowing spirit light, offering goodness, and waiting for your desires. Believe the light of good decisions is being drawn toward you at all times. Believe. Realize the power of your belief. Imagine the powerful waterfalls or our world. Imagine their strength and know yours in your spirit is more. Draw from the energy given with each breath you take. See you are being cleansed through your own breathing in and out. Imagine yourself watching a beautiful sun setting in the West with its hues of lavender, and mauve's, and creamy yellow's, each warming you with its magnificent rays. The colors turn into a blanket that surrounds you with its energy and love and warmth. You are safe, you are free. Comforted by a wrapping of colors and rays of energies. You open your arms and hold out your hand toward the Sun....it fills your hand and overflows until you are consumed with the light. The Healing light, lights of love, warmth, compassion, and gentleness. Anger must leave, sadness must leave, pain must leave as they are no match for this light. All negative energies must leave. They are pushed out and away beyond the setting sun. Blow them away....blow them away with each exhaling breath. You are in touch with your spirit and you enjoy this place. You may come back to this place whenever you would like. It will rejuvenate you and relax you. It will inspire you and heal you. You are a deserving person

(This is part of one of my transcripts for self hypnosis or rather self relaxation)

Life is like a Garden of Flowers

"My friends blessed green thumb"

Life is like a garden of flowers. Some of the flowers flourish and some die away. There are many reasons, but mostly it is just life. Life is a gift that many people misuse and many take for granted. Either way it is a gift. The rivers that feed the gardens run smooth sometimes and the valleys are fresh with knowledge and warmth from the wisdom of the sun. Then there are times when the rivers swell and the banks overflow and the valleys fill with dredge and shadows and darkness. Pain evolves forever from these times. But the sun always shines again. The wisdom comes through and the knowledge is everlasting. So which do you take? The darkness or the light? The pain or the warmth of the sun? One is of the higher power we call God and the other is not. The God I learned of overcame the darkness every time. One way or the other he overcame. Have you been in the valleys and have you been in the storms? The pain is difficult, yet goodness can smother it with the warmth of the sun. Hear these words within the walls of your flesh. The sun shall not set another day that you don't hear this wisdom. Let it shine through you and then shine onto others like the glow of a million stars, whether it be at a grocery store or a mall or even a gas station, on the phone, or in your home. See through the valleys of storms and rise above them. Show others how to rise above them so not to be caught in them. Remember it is not about what is in your head, it is not about what is in your body, it is not about what has happened to you in the past or present with money or security. It is about your spirit and how you flourish for yourself and others in the garden of life.