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Archive for November, 2013

KNOCK — KNOCK

Is anyone home? Actually we weren’t but we were on the way. We had four hours to spare before our plane took off. Time to eat, read, relax, get into trouble. Our daughter had to go to work and dropped us off on the way. I took the extra time to look through the books at the various shops. A title intrigued me — the author used a year to look for her happy side. I have to admit that I was not in a happy state of mind and was afraid the author’s listing of all the things she wasn’t able to do would bring up more stuff of my own. That was the last thing I needed. I thought it might be fun to look for the happy things each day in my own life. So far I really haven’t had the time.

I might have bought the book if I found it on the other side of the security check in but it was absent. I picked up a book by a medium and once again was reminded of why I needed to write about the happenings in my own life. This person was aware that she had psychic talents when she was four years old but chose to ignore them until serious illness in her thirties caused a conversation with God. In this conversation He detailed the reasons she had to use her gift to help others. I didn’t write down the conversation and have to admit that I don’t remember the reasons. It made sense to me at the time. It wasn’t concerned with religion, just the spirituality of the people. Just to be clear, I’m not psychic, I haven’t had a conversation with God. I’m sure it could happen — other means are just used to get the message through. And the message seems to be that I have stories that I should share.

I have to admit that I ended up telling two of my own stories to a couple of people who were waiting. Since arriving back home, trying to catch up on the mail and all of the various things that continued on while we were gone, I’m receiving nudges again to write. The question seems to be, “What are you waiting for?”

Flying over the city, I was happy to see autumn colors still on the trees. We have had a couple of dips in temperature and even some snow. The wind has done its best to send the leaves off of the trees. We picked up seven bags of leaves yesterday and I have sent most of my hanging baskets to recycling.

Usually I don’t find money on the ground but recently I have found 3 dimes. When I found the first one, I wasn’t sure it was real. It must have been run over many times. When I picked it up, we were still in Florida and I was walking the dog. An elderly, older man crossed the road when I talked to him. I ended up telling him the story of how I saw Shanae’s spirit run through the house. I think the story is in JOURNEY WITH ME. It is a comforting story when you have lost a four footed member of your family to know that they are fine on the other side.

We don’t have any new paws in our house yet — I’m sure that day is coming. I just don’t know how soon. We are not planning to get a puppy, and there are so many older dogs that need a home. We can’t adopt them all.

WADING THROUGH THE MUCK

WADING THROUGH THE MUCK

Did you read BROKEN ICE? Did you laugh? It sounded so easy — didn’t it –tell your mind to stop and it would! Your mind would listen to your desire to stop stomping through the muddy places and return to the light. I TRIED, I really did. I refused to dwell on the sad, dark places in my past. It might have worked. If I was at home, in my own space, but sad to say, once again we were out of town.

On the road should have been a distraction — new places, new people, new food. And it would have been, except we were with family. Since we were with family, and they had to work, we didn’t eat out often. I tried to find the light — took their dog for a walk every day, listened for the birds. I actually saw a flock of blue birds. I listened to the crows. I saw a hawk in the tree. I did my tai chi every day and tried to watch my eating habits. I did not have my music; I could not go in the pool, the water was too cool. I left my computer at home, limited myself to the Kindle instead. I learned how to search for stuff on the internet and I discovered a couple of games that were fun. When my granddaughter got a score of over 500 and I barely reached 90 on a word game, I realized my thinking is slowing down.

We went to Florida to meet our new great grand daughter. Both my husband and I enjoyed the new princess in our family. Knowing that they are so far away, and that she would grow up without us didn’t make me smile. I’m reminded that they are on Facebook and Skype is available. Life gets busy but we will try to stay connected.

My daughter suggested I get a children’s book for the baby and read her a story, create memories. I bought a Harry Potter children’s book and read the baby the first story. A good wizard used his magic and a three legged pot for the good of people who came to him for aid. Then the wizard died and left the pot to his son, who did not use the pot’s magic to help people. I read with expression. When the older wizard was helping people, the little one watched me and smiled. When the son was mean and sent the people away, the baby pulled up her bottom lip into a pout and started to cry. We didn’t finish the story, she was too upset. She was only five weeks old. How quickly they are attuned to the tone of voice.

The first full day we spent back at home, the little one rolled over all by herself. Our granddaughter captured it on a video and shared.

BROKEN ICE

The title of this thought ramble is courtesy of my friend Catherine. She often told me — “Life is calm, I’m walking peacefully when all of a sudden, without any warning, I’m on an ice field and I fall through.” That was her way of describing a bout of depression. I remembered the phrase recently when, the ice broke, and I fell through. Its not like I didn’t have any warning that it was coming. After all, it was the Fall of the year, leaves were falling, cooler temperature, gray skies. I was a year older. Various body parts were showing their age — not working as well as they used to. The messages coming through were to focus on the present, the past is gone and the future is still to come. And I ignored the messages. After all, I thought I had dealt with the issues from the past and moved on. WRONG! All of a sudden I was remembering my childhood. Searching for happy memories. Since it wasn’t necessarily a white picket fence, happy family — it isn’t a place I enjoy visiting. My father did the best he could and so, I guess, did I.

I was worried that my father would fall into the past when his memory declined because of Alzheimer’s. I was afraid he would remember the fire and the death of my mother and brother. Thankfully he was protected from those dark times.

Searching for a way back to the surface, back to the light, I hit the stop button in my brain. I turned on music to help distract my thinking. I’ve heard that when you are asleep — lost in a nightmare, you can tell your brain to stop — it is only a dream. I tried the same concept — even though I was awake. I refused to go down the same dark path that I have traveled many times before.

I would love to state that I exercised because I know that works to ease stress. I did Tai Chi but not any strenuous exercise. I felt I had no time, too much to do. And if truth be told, I do. I don’t know if I’m moving in slow motion but everything I try to do seems to take longer. Of course, I’m still trying to do many things at once. Instead of enjoying the quiet while I exercised, I turned on the TV. Yo-Yo Ma was the guest speaker, he has a new CD — Playlist on the Borders. I was reminded of the time, many years ago, when he was a gift to me. I planned to go to the Celtic Fest downtown in the city. It was early afternoon — a line of people by the Chicago Symphony caught my eye. It was a free day and I changed my mind and joined the line. It took a long time to enter. Yo-Yo Ma was the featured artist. He delayed the concert until everyone was seated. I enjoyed myself totally and stayed until 10:00 PM.

I often have “help” from the other side. The key is to recognize it.

MEDIUM

I’m often encouraged to write, in fact, when I don’t “my friends in high places” get impatient. They begin nudging — I wake up too early, can’t sleep, get hit on the head, etc. I DON’T LIKE GETTING HIT ON THE HEAD. I’m reminded of how important my writing is. How it makes a difference in someone’s life. I learned that a few times something I’ve written has made a difference. The rest of the time I take it on faith.

I don’t always watch television during the day. I’m usually busy — either at home or out and about. Yesterday I was reminded that if I was going to have thought rambles publish while we were gone, I had to write them. When I’m writing, the television is off so I’m not distracted. Sometimes I have music playing; often I just have background house noise. “My friends” don’t speak to me so I’m not drowning out their voices but know I’m seldom alone. They will remove my writing if it doesn’t meet with their approval. That can be FRUSTRATING!

We are still out in the country. Television stations are limited at best, reception is catch as catch can — we don’t have satellite. The day was beautiful, blue skies, sunny and warm — 73. After I wrote two thought rambles, I took our scooter out for a drive to enjoy the day. I returned in time to turn the Dr. Oz program on the television. To be honest, I didn’t sit down to watch, my activity caused me to miss most of the program until a guest caught my attention. She explained the difference between steam, water, and ice. All three substances are composed of the same material, just in different form.

The guest was the medium Theresa Caputo. She brought messages from the other side to a few people in the audience. With each message she told the receiving person that their loved one on the other side was with them, sending them signs. Each person had tears in their eyes when they received the message. Theresa knows her work is important. I AM NOT A MEDIUM! I can not bring you messages from the other side. But I was reminded when I was watching the program that my writing is important. And I’m hoping that through my thought rambles you will become more aware of the interaction between yourself and the spirit world. Hopefully you won’t get hit on the head.

LEAKY PIPES

I was washing dishes. We don’t have a dishwasher out here. Our television was off, only camper noise and birds singing accompanied me — which was why I was able to hear the running water. I had both sinks full of water, I did not have water running. But I heard a steady stream. Looking under the sink, I saw the source; at least I saw where I thought it was coming from. First things first — I got a flashlight and called my husband. He located the source of the stream – it wasn’t were I thought it was. It was already late, the stores were closed. Repairs would have to wait until the next day.

Cleaning up the water on the floor under the sink, I couldn’t reach the back wall. I decided to go outside, open the door to the water heater and mop up the floor from there. I was able to reach the far sides of the floor. I was able to remove the installation that four footed creatures had removed to make a bed. (I’m not sure where they got the pink stuff.) After mopping the floor, I noticed we had another problem. The water heater was leaking too.

My husband saw the part that had cracked. He thought it would be easy to replace and it would have been, if the part hadn’t been discontinued. We purchased the material to fix the leak in the sink at the store in the campground but he needed a new tool to do the job. The tool he needed was on back order. Everybody must have needed the same tool. We went to town where two hardware stores were also out of the tool. The clerk at the lumber yard phoned a couple places he thought might have the discontinued part, saving us a trip. Nobody had the broken part for the water heater.

Returning to the camper, I was able to contact the person who does the repairs on our trailer — he had the discontinued part but he didn’t have the tool my husband needed. (He wasn’t available when I phoned in the morning.) We borrowed a wrench but it didn’t do the job. One problem fixed another to go. Sadly the second problem was harder to solve. A trip to a different town turned up the needed tool and a tool to run the wire for the old car to the trunk. My husband was able to fix the sink leak but all the time reaching under the sink in tight quarters caused problems with his back or hip. A week later it is still hurting.

Our friend stopped by to pick up his wrench — we showed him where the water had damaged the wood on the side of the trailer by the water heater. It had rained during the night, he noticed a place where water was leaking in from outside. A bit of silicone and that leak was fixed too.

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