I love quotes because they provide the avenue for me to show an expression of what I am feeling. I know a quote really means something to me when I cannot get it out of my thoughts. The words, though not written by me, are a reflection of who I am, where I have come from and personal life experiences. Some quotes provoke such deep feelings it is as if they were written especially for me. I would guess that this is not only true for me, but for others too. Quotes capture life experiences and perhaps there is a reason certain ones appear when they do. I know I have a connection with the words when it causes me to stop immediately in whatever I am doing, or thinking, and dwell on how it makes me feel.
This is my recent quote that has special meaning to me:
"There comes a point in your life when you realize who matters, who never did, who won’t anymore, and who always will. So don’t worry about people from your past, there’s a reason they didn’t make it to your future”
True for me... in my lifetime I've experienced a number of people coming & going. Some that are there now that I know will someday be passing. Some that should have already passed. Some that I really want to matter, but realize that they never can. Maybe they just aren't capable. Others who I was sure would always be there, only to have passed through. However, I am certain about one thing... the ones who always will be there, they are my family and I believe they know who they are. People from the past...mmm an interesting thought. When I think of that I am reminded that perhaps a time or two I have dragged people from my past into my future unwillingly. Not only is this painful to the heart and draining to the mind, but perhaps clouds the future.
In this part of life (the second part) I am trying to become capable of believing in myself. To stop doubting myself just because I am afraid, because I fear rejection. I am who I am. If I am not the person someone believes I should be, then perhaps better for me when they just pass through. The reason sooner or later will be obvious. I will not hold my self responsible for their moving on without me. I will learn to be OK with that, at least for now.
We cannot force people to stay in our lives. I believe everyone has something good to offer. I have learned just take the good and leave the bad. Experiences in our lives create the person we become. That changes constantly, so does our need for those passing through. I have also learned never be too judgemental in others reactions, because one never truly knows how they would react if the same thing happened to them. I've learned the hard way that what your mind tells you to believe in, the heart often does not follow along. I don't care who you are, what you are, or how strongly you feel about your convictions, your world can rock in a heartbeat. Suddenly you find your thoughts in your mind at war with the emotions in your heart.
I hope someday I can originate a quote that holds meaning not only for me, but for others too.
I am certainly NOT educated in the formalities of english writing. I write for myself, therefore I hold no judgement. I have learned for me that the art of writing can only be accomplished when all the thoughts in my head have made it to my heart and feel like they are bursting out. If I allow the feeling to pass the thoughts diminish. It comes unexpectedly, and not always at a convenient time or place. This is my first post on feelings and thoughts. Perhaps it only makes sense to me, but I can never know that.
Share a favorite quote or thought with me and tell why it means something to you.
Friday, December 19, 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Welcome Sis
Welcome sis to the wonderful world of blogging! This is a fun way to keep in touch on a daily basis with family. I am soo excited to have you as a "fellow" blogger now.

My sister, Jen, is 15 years younger than me. As a matter of fact she is only 5 years older than, Tonya, my oldest daughter. I married and left home when she was only 2 years old. It wasn't until almost 10 years ago that we became "true" sisters. (That is a really long story and would require a whole new post)
Love you sis.
My sister, Jen, is 15 years younger than me. As a matter of fact she is only 5 years older than, Tonya, my oldest daughter. I married and left home when she was only 2 years old. It wasn't until almost 10 years ago that we became "true" sisters. (That is a really long story and would require a whole new post)
Love you sis.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Good Reads
Not often do I get really excited about a website. But I came across Good Reads. In order to really appreciate this you have to love reading books. One can never have too many books in their home library. I added the link to my blog. I can't wait to share...
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Thxgiving
Thanksgiving is a truly fabulous family gathering. I love the preparation, cooking, NOISE, (lots of that) and all the love that goes into being together with the people who truly mean the most in your life. The only bummer was my brother, Bob, and family were not able to join us this year.
The turkey was awesome. It is a time consuming 24 hour brine process. After the turkey is done soaking in the brine it sets on the counter until it reaches room temp. Then is massaged with butter all over and carefully wrapped in cheesecloth, which as been soaked in butter and wine. While it is cooking it is basted every 30 minutes with wine and butter. Seriously, I have done this 2 Thanksgivings in a row and it is well worth the effort. Everytime I do this I am reminded of a story I heard LONG ago about a cabinet maker. The cabinet maker was meticulous and loving about his cabinet work. The same attention and detail that was put in the outward appearance was also spent on the part of the cabinet that no one would ever see. When asked "Why do you take such painstaking efforts in the part of the cabinet that will never be seen?" The cabinet maker simply replied "Because I will know". That is how I feel about my turkey.
The partially set table.
The turkey was awesome. It is a time consuming 24 hour brine process. After the turkey is done soaking in the brine it sets on the counter until it reaches room temp. Then is massaged with butter all over and carefully wrapped in cheesecloth, which as been soaked in butter and wine. While it is cooking it is basted every 30 minutes with wine and butter. Seriously, I have done this 2 Thanksgivings in a row and it is well worth the effort. Everytime I do this I am reminded of a story I heard LONG ago about a cabinet maker. The cabinet maker was meticulous and loving about his cabinet work. The same attention and detail that was put in the outward appearance was also spent on the part of the cabinet that no one would ever see. When asked "Why do you take such painstaking efforts in the part of the cabinet that will never be seen?" The cabinet maker simply replied "Because I will know". That is how I feel about my turkey.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
In my garden...
On Saturday it rained, a real rain.
On Sunday the sun came out and shined on the earth, all fresh and clean.
When the sun was warm, with the wind still cool, I had a visit in my garden.
In my garden I found...
Ashes basking in the sun...
On Sunday the sun came out and shined on the earth, all fresh and clean.
When the sun was warm, with the wind still cool, I had a visit in my garden.
In my garden I found...
Ashes basking in the sun...
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