Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Key Manifestation

      Bill was in a worrying mood about the keys he needed. The keys to the building where he would
be working next week. He paced and repeated the same sentence until finally, I had enough. "Stop!" I said. "You need to change your words." "Change my words, you don't know how those people are with keys," he grumped and complained. He needed a good tickle under the arms and that's what he got. "Say you will have a key on Monday! Say it!" I demanded. "I'll have a key on Monday, haha, I will!" he laughed. 
 For another twenty minutes he debated about the insanity of having a key on Monday but I ignored him and left the room. "Oh you will have a key on Monday," I said under my breath.
 That was Friday, the weekend came and oh boy, look what arrived in the mail on Monday! A key! It isn't the right one that will open the building where Bill's going to be working, but he needs to practice until his intention matches the words that come out of his mouth. I put the mail on the refrigerator and get a giggle every time I walk near it. Think we'll  leave it up for a little longer. ;) ;)

      "What you attract into your life is in harmony with your dominant thoughts." ~ Brian Tracy~

         "Worrying = using your imagination to create something you don't want." unknown author


Friday, January 27, 2012

A Little Thought

     Life keeps me in an exploring state, how about you? There are so many dances we do whether it's a tango or slow sway, we're  occasionally being the partner who leads and other days we are the partner who steps on toes. I get into trouble when I do both. It works best for me these days to observe. Observe the situation, doing the best I can without judging what is in front of my eyes. As the ancient saying goes, "may be bad, may be good, who knows." Try to remain neutral.


Sunday, January 22, 2012

Delicious Sunday

      Today was an absolutely delicious Sunday kind of love. There's a warm breeze outside after the thunderstorm we had in Kansas, in January! The first tasty bite started with meeting a friend at a coffee shop, armed with our latest books to share, stimulating conversation and an equal amount of listening to the other. The energy was charged so we took the party to the art museum. We spoke about American artists who went to Paris, never to return, Italian museum guides who charged a price to turn lights on if patrons wanted to see the art, a wooden carving of lovers with Cupid's story of shooting arrows, oh my, endless stories we conjured. Happiness is contagious and as long as the ball was rolling, we visited China, a gallery packed with juicy bits of information. I was so thankful to have left my husband at home, he wouldn't have liked the menu.

    " Happiness consists in activity. It is running steam, not a stagnant pool." ~ Oliver Wendall Holmes ~ 

Monday, January 16, 2012

Reflections/ Happy Martin Luther King Day

    "Not by the color of their skin but by the content of their character." Martin Luther King~
 Times change. I believe everything evolves and improves, always changing into a higher condition. I'm old enough to remember stories that I heard about black slaves. They were shameful and made a little girl from Kansas cry in her pillow at night. We lived on a quiet street with a dead end road, you could turn left or right but straight went into a field. The field where black men camped out near the railroad tracks. My friends said we lived in "nigger town" and asked if I was scared. It hurt bad the day I heard that question and made me want to redecorate my mom's living room but since she liked it the way it was, I decided I would plant flowers and make it so beautiful that nobody would be scared of my street. The street that blew wind up my nostrils while riding my bike, no hands on the handle bar with my brother, sisters and black best friends. A safe street where I had way too many mothers because back then everyone was your mama if we did wrong we were scolded by whoever saw us doing bad. We shared tomatoes from each others gardens and iced tea on the porch. I'm old enough to remember my dad saying how good things were getting for the colored folk. He told stories about the signs in his boyhood town back in Arkansas that warned black men to get the hell out of town before sunset or they would be found hanging by their toes. He'd shiver at the thought, munch a piece of ice and then tell us to quit eavesdropping.
   All those stories, some good, some too bad to retell but still things were changing, slightly improving. The city built a fast moving four lane road on my old street, many of the neighbors have died or moved. Today I reflected on the many  people who marched for change, the ones who died and sacrificed for us. We were ignorant and may God forgive us our past but now we do better. I leave this story with another story. The one about Julie and her new best friend. She adored this new girl, wanted to perm her straight hair so she could have curly hair like the new friend. "Mom, my friend is so pretty, she has a suntan and it's winter!" I suggested we have her over to play and we set the table with cookies and flowers. The surprise was meeting "Tara". She wasn't tan, she was a black girl! I laughed to myself that night and Julie worried that I didn't like her new friend. I just remember hugging her and saying how much I loved her little eyes that could see such beauty. So many things evolve and improve if we just keep our faith in the best, plant lots of flowers and let the wind blow.  Happy Martin Luther King day to all.

Friday, January 13, 2012

Love by Numbers

    The last to get picked on a team but nobody told them he wasn't into sports. You aren't invisible and never have been.
  1. Sandy JorgensenJan 12, 2012 12:02 PM
    I see your true colors and that's why I love you. 

     What a coincidence! Anybody notice all of the 12's? The 8:22 time adds up to a 12 also. After checking my blog's stats, I noticed someone had read this old short post but the video that was attached had been removed so I decided to comment with the words that were in the song. I like when numbers try to tell me that all is in tune, full of reds, tangerines, blues and lemon yellows!