To My Children

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To My Children
When my body leaves this earth
and you think that I am gone
go out and touch the rain
and you will know that I live on.
Throw your hands into the drops
and splash the rain on your face
that will be my hugs and kisses
blessing you all over your space.
When my body leaves this earth
rainbows will reflect my smile
coloring the sky for you
for just a magical while.
When my body leaves this earth
and you think that I am gone…
I will be the pink in the sunsets
I will be the puffs dancing in the clouds
I will be the dew that kisses your flowers
I will be the orange butterfly by your side
I will be the tiny bird who sings
outside your kitchen window
because my love will never leave you.
My love will live forever in you…
on and on and on…
Just be still and you will find
my love in all the things I loved
when my body leaves this earth
and you think that I am gone.

WordPress And Their Glitches

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We WordPress users (the ones that use WordPress.com) have encountered some rather interesting glitches (If you are a WordPress user and you have not had any experiences with glitches, they will be on their way to pounce on you in the near future).

From what I have gathered, these technological hiccups do not last long and they tend to surface when the Happiness Engineers are doing upgrades.

However, glitches are annoying nonetheless.

Today, I am going to highlight a few of them; some that you have probably experienced and others you have not experienced as yet.


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Story Of Darkness

Love this, especially today as we all struggle to make sense of it all.

Better than yesterday

“You can’t skip chapters in life, that is not how it works. You have to read every line, meet every character. You won’t enjoy all of it. Hell, some chapters may make you cry for weeks. You will read things you don’t want to read you will have moments you don’t want pages to end. But you have to keep going. Stories keep evolving. Live yours, don’t miss out.
Quote: Pillow Thoughts II
Image: Lily Saunders

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ASH

Beautiful words…

I looked round today and
all I saw was ash,
The ash of my life, spent,
The flame gone out, dead dreams on the ground in rubble.

The scene was bleak, my eyes
Beheld no beauty,
All was ugly, spent now,
I stood there stripped, knowing I could not pick up ash.

Dreams disintegrated,
Hope gone for ever,
Nothing to re-ignite,
Barrenness was my empty companion today.

But suddenly I heard
A voice, saying “Sing,”
What song could I sing now,
Here in this strangest of strange lands, alien now?

The voice insisted, “Sing”
I opened my mouth,
But no sound would come out,
“ Tell me how to sing,”
“Caged birds can sing, but you don’t have a cage, just sing.”

I looked around again,
I couldn’t see ash,
I saw the makings of
A new world, building bricks,
Beauty from ashes, I opened my mouth and sang.

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When Toilet Paper Was King

I thought I had experienced it all.
I lived through hunting for Cabbage Patch dolls, Strawberry Shortcake dolls and Transformers for my kids at Christmas. I had to drive around all day looking for Power Rangers and Alf for my youngest.
Star Wars, Tickle Me Elmo, Bumble Bee Transformers, special Lego sets and Furbies for the grandkids. Each decade has arrived with its own challenges. The ultimate goal was to put a smile on a child’s face.
I never dreamed that one day, I would be hunting for plain, white toilet paper.
At least we got to find out what is number one in people’s mind when they go into survivalist mode.
I had always thought that the survivalist supplies people hoarded would be guns and ammo.
I’d like a truck that wouldn’t be affected by an EMP. Coffee. Food. Coffee.
Honestly, if I had to pick between coffee and toilet paper, coffee would win butt down.
I could always get in the shower to wash the poo off because my shower is one step away from my toilet in this little RV, but there is no substitute for coffee and there are no cognitive skills without my morning coffee.
When I first moved into the RV, I bought Scott’s RV toilet paper for RV’s. It cost $6.00 for 6 rolls and it was quite a price shock after buying Wal-Mart toilet paper for years.
The manual said to get RV toilet paper so it wouldn’t clog my toilet tank, and guess what?
It clogged the heck out of it. You haven’t seen a poo mess until a man snakes the toilet inside of 2-foot bathroom.
I always had OCD and I was a clean freak until I got into my high-end middle years when I began to take medication which did not cure my OCD, but certainly toned it down.
If that weren’t the case, March 2020, would have pushed me right over the flipping edge because there’s no way to catch all these germs.
I have to say I’ve been wiping things down with bleach cloths my entire life.
My first houses, I deep cleaned every day but eventually, I managed to slow it down to once a week. Now, I’m praying I don’t take twenty steps back. I am already notorious in my family for overcleaning, and they are just starting to forget.
I do feel bad for the people who pick their nose in traffic. (We do see you, ya know.)
They could end up in a viral video because this social chastising is the new normal.
Talk about not touching your face, someone should have included…and don’t pick your nose.
Funny, my mother taught me to wash my hands before eating, after every activity, and to not pick my nose ever. EVER.
I guess not everybody had a good mother like mine.
In closing, may I suggest hiding brightly, colored rolls of toilet paper, instead of Easter eggs, this year?
Someday, when my great-grandchildren are grown, they will be telling their kids about the days when Toilet Paper Was King.

Thank You My Sister

Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie

Have I ever thanked you for all the nights
you sat on your cold bathroom floor
talking me into staying alive,
for praying me sober when I was lost in the swamp,
for holding me close when my heart was broken,
for standing by my side when everyone else
walked away because I was wrong?
Have I ever thanked you for never judging me,
for never giving up on me,
for seeing my beauty
when all I could see was my ugly,
for being my sister, my best friend,
my go-to person for every pain and every joy?
Have I ever thanked you for introducing me to Jesus,
for your powerful prayers
when my daughter was dead in the water,
for your face that she saw as she came up, alive?
God places angels in our lives, and you are mine.
I am me because you loved me through.
For…

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