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An Idea may it find a home with someone or branch and grow in mine.

End of the Year

As I enter the end of this year, Ups & Downs of 2017, I realize that I have lots to be thankful for. Friends, a home, a job and determination. Yes, determination has cropped up in my vocabulary! (chuckles) I find that this year of multiple weather disasters has not put many people down but instead, more determined to be prepared, more mentally resilient and in some cases embrace a more “laid-back” attitude to Mother Nature and her ..uh-huh Tantrums.

I learned a lesson in letting go, one that the Universe has tried to nudge me into doing on my own. But because I ignored the prompts, hints and all that includes she, yes Universe is a “she”, for me she took the reigns and decided that I’d lose some personal items that I valued very high in my life over others. And decided to have me “lose” them. Learning from that has been the eye-opener that I needed to  understand that having a “death-clutch” on things does me no good and makes my view of this world and my place in it a narrow point of view.

I have called myself front and center and owned that I needed that “kick in the pants” but am humbled by how forgiving the Universe has been once it realizes that I have acknowledged the lesson and gives me a gentle pat on the shoulder and nudges me forward for my greater good.  What is that “greater good” she has promises you say? Well, it’s a loaded list and I’ll send you crazy with all the little things, so only a few items will I share.

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Foremost, I have realized that I may have thought I had my path outlined for me regarding writing (obviously not) hence I would not be writing what I am. [Yes, I am my own worst enemy and overly critical. So I nod my head to the ‘analytical Gemini’ in me.] So I have “gently pinned” a sticky note to my front conscious to be nice but be steady in my promises. Remember what I can and cannot keep due to deadlines, work and other responsibilities. Secondly that great task master “Time Management”! Ha! I have learned that the Calendar app in my phone is not my enemy but my greatest assistant!

So I go right-foot forward into 2018 with brighter eyes, grace and newer perspective on what I need to do to achieve those elusive goals I’ve been putting out there for years. Throwing out the list of new goals and embracing the old ones that mean the most to me and trimming that too long “To Do List” once and all. I promise to not be my “own worst enemy”, be kind when I slip and to remember once in a while to see around and not just what’s in front of me.

I wish all my friends that you find that lovely balance and stick to it as best you can. May 2018 be a gentler and wonderful year for you and your endeavours.

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Many Blessings and Happy New Year!

See you next year!

Nims

 

 

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Medicine Woman

I had heard many praises for a woman called Peggy Ravenwolf. How nice she was, how she never spoke a mean word about anyone. I had a preconceived idea of a woman in her late fifties but no details of how she looked or her demeanor. I wondered if I’d actually be meeting a true ‘Medicine Woman’ one day.

One day I was invited to a Medicine Wheel ceremony to welcome in the Summer Solstice. I was looking forward to going and experiencing something new. The ceremony would begin at 5pm and to expect a brief orientation before-hand to welcome anyone new and explain things to them. I arrived in plenty of time. The air was still humid from the full day’s sunshine. Lazy bees could be heard droning in the summer air and crickets were sporadically starting their evening sounds.

At the Medicine Wheel others already were gathered and talking softly to each other.  A few of my friends were already there. One of them waved me over and kindly introduced me to the hosts, a pleasant couple by name of Butch and Peggy.

I had heard much about Peggy and here she was flesh and blood in front of me. I guessed she was in her late fifties with long straight hair. It was pale brown and streaked with grey here and there and fell to just past her waist. Faint laughter lines were at her eyes and she was just a little shy of my height, at five foot and 4 inches. She was slim without being wiry and wore white long sleeved shirt tucked into her faded blue jeans. On her feet were worn Minnetonka moccasins.

“Hello! Thanks for inviting me to the ceremony.” I said to both Butch and Peggy. “I am looking forward to it.” Butch reached out his hand and shook mine, “Welcome, so glad you could come!” And turned to his left and motioned to the lady by his side. “This is my wife Peggy.”

Peggy stepped up and instead of shaking my hand, wrapped me in a quick hug. “Yes, welcome so glad you made it!” with a gentle smile and a little twinkle in her dark blue eyes. “I’ve heard so much about you. We can talk later, but first we need to give a little orientation about the Ceremony.”

She turned away to the wheel and gently waved her hands at everyone around to get their attention for the orientation. Soft spoken but firm words come without hesitation and with a fluid and easiness that comes with speaking to groups often. I did not have to strain to hear her voice and directions. Her smiles made here face glow in the evening light.  Each future encounter with Peggy was like a breath of fresh warm air no matter the season or temperature outside.

 

~Thanks for reading!

Creative Powers

We all believe in some shape or form that God, the Gods and or Greater Spirit created the Universe and our place in it was a divine spark brought to life. (No debate about the who or when or what did it, that’s not this kind of post.)

We all have the capacity to create. We are divine beings in many ways and the ability to create is but one wonderful skill. Are we not mini-divinities with this skill? Our minds are amazing gifts to us. We observe therefore decide what to do next, etc. 

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I was wondering do we even realize our potential? Do we maximize our productivity? Do we “Do” what we really say we are going to? Thereby make change in the world?

Do we measure our change by how large an impact we are going to see, or get gratification from? What can we do that is small yet, has a powerful impact that ripples out. Imagine the similar visual concept of tossing a pebble into a pond and watching how that simple action caused the ripple reaction. Effortless right?

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So again I was posing myself this very question:  What can we do to be the creative one in our Universe and effect change. 

I’ve been thinking of that a lot lately. I don’t know that the things that I do in a thought or actual action cause a major change. Yet, I have received feedback from many that I helped in some way to help get them over the proverbial hump. So I can think hard and long, am I being creative…The Universe seems to thinks so. And when in doubt it has responded to help me know I’m on the right track.

Well track, road or highway as long as I seem to get a nudge here or there I think my creative energy is being put to use. And whether my energy is manifested as words, healing prayers or hand crafted gifts I believe that my “Creative Powers” for making change in this world is alive and well.

This quote is one of my favorites.

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Have a great week, Nims

5 Ways to Live a Fulfilling Life

Great post from Jack Flacco today. Be well and have a great week.

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There is no trick to being happy.

Well, there is, but it has more to do with attitude. One can be a millionaire and be miserable. Money has nothing to do with it. Although, having money sure makes things easier. Still, as the old cliché goes, money does not buy happiness.

What about having the power to do just about anything? Will that bring happiness? Will that make for a fulfilling life—telling people what to do? I always thought those with the greatest power were those who served every day, unappreciated, ready and willing to surrender their lives for the downtrodden in society. At least, that is what I always thought.

I suppose there is more to leading a fulfilling life than having money and power.

There is, and it is much easier than you think.

Below is what has brought me to lead a fulfilling life filled with hope…

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Spark

Sometimes I wonder, like today, where did my creative spark go. Is it lost and wandering? Will I find it on a great adventure? Get up from some café chair and wave at me like a long time friend?

No. It is hidden in the dark. The light, it flickers. Hidden away begging me to come look for it.

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Bring some some matches.”

heard it say.

I have found some matches, but it may be a while before I find you.

Bring a candle, to help hold the spark when all hope is lost.”

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I found a candle, and it is stashed in my carry-all. Ready to go…yes, ready.

This picture got me thinking

This picture I took back in February this year, with it’s foggy look early in the morning hours, got me thinking. It was taken in the Florida Panhandle, a place called Carillon Beach, near Panama City. I was going through my pictures and trying to make some kind of order aside from the timeline that I took them in. (Well that is going to be a long project.)
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So the thinking part…well it was along the lines that when the season of Fall comes around it gets cooler, and fog sometimes is a part of it. Where I live now you don’t see the seasons change much and fog is almost unheard of. We long for cold snaps that the weatherman promises will pass through. Kind of like how a child longs for snow to fall so they don’t have to go to school for a day or two.

It brought to mind how I grew up as a kid in Virginia and how the days grew crisp. The leaves changed color and the skittering sound of wind blown leaves, already on the ground. Shorts and flip-flops were packed away and jeans and sweaters hold sway. And one of the fun times that I looked forward to was Halloween, with it’s spookiness, fog, frolic and fun.

Well, I leave you this picture that got through the cobwebs in my mind and got me thinking. Here’s to another change in the seasons, to the change it brings us all regardless of where we reside. Calling us back to remembered childhood fun.

Book Review – “Ranger Martin and the Alien Invasion”, Jack Flacco

Hi All,

A review about a book I got a chance to read. I am excited to share, what is my honest opinion after reading it. If you love books quick, with aliens, zombies and something with a new twist. Think of giving this book a peek and and a chance. I’ve already posted my Review, and I’m sharing here.

I’ve always said “Poetry is like Pizza”…I’d like to think that this book or any book for that matter can be put in the same class. Why? It’s multi-layered, different, surprises, nuances, fulsome flavors to tempt the palate. We all have that ‘ultimate pizza’. Here’s a slice from mine….(Enjoy).

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My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Grabs you and hauls you along for a pretty intense and wild ride!

Grabs you by the throat! Instant action and very good perspective from multiple characters. New situations, new cars, inevitable search for food and quest to kill zombies. I love all the different names that the author gives for the Zombies, to name a few ‘undead’, ‘maggot eaters’ and ‘belly mashers’. 🙂

If you hate character build up making beginnings slow, look no further – this book delivers ‘0 to 60’ in the first 5 seconds of starting your journey. (Now don’t get me wrong, I love character building but we get snippets throughout the story-line as you go. Very satisfying, although I will be reading the first book soon.)

If you haven’t read Jack Flacco’s first book, to become acquainted with Ranger Martin, you don’t need to do so. This book can stand alone. There is a underlying intense feeling of things going wrong and no light at the end of the tunnel feel as you read. But along comes Ranger and there is a solution to be had. Love how he lives by the seat of his pants.

Yes! Aliens do pair with Zombies for flair. Delivers something new to a single line genre of either Aliens or Zombies but a blend of both. And still chaos abounds and in that the fight to survive and the will to keep alive, loyalty shines through.

Go ahead, pick it up, cheer and gnash your teeth at will, but enjoy the ride.

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