Life is hard

Life is hard like the granite that spill into the woods, here in the Maine . There is so many ups and downs. They are kind of like the mountainous roads that surround us. Making twists and turns, climbing up steep grades only to feel like the road drops out from underneath us taking the wind from our lungs.

It can leave us so full of sorrow that we don’t know how we will ever go on. We’re overcome with the darkness of regret of “what ifs” and  “I should haves”. A rolling thunderstorm brews inside.

If you believe and have faith, you will see that at the end of every dark night, the sun does rise. You may have a hard time getting out of bed and believing that life goes on. Sometimes you have to look for it in the little things. Maybe it’s the birds singing their good morning song outside your window or the lonely crocus springing up through the frosty ground. Or maybe it’s the gurgling of a brook.

Today is a gift. We opened our eyes this morning. From our birth until our last breath, we live. If today is hard. Live for this second or this minute.  Baby steps. It will get better.

Just a thought...

Ponder:

Remember when we were kids and we use to watch Saturday morning cartoons. (IMO that was the best day of the week). I remember an episode of Tom & Jerry where Jerry slams a fry pan over Tom's (the cat) head. Tom's head would take on the shape on the pan and little stars would appear over his hard and tiny bird tweet as the circle it. As kids we knew that if we were hit by a fry pan that there is no way it would make that shape. 

Today's realistic cartoons desensitize kids to real violence. Although the outcome is far different, I think that seeing these realistic images over and over again makes a a perception of "no big deal" ,where as the frying pan shaped head was silly.

Inspiration sometimes comes at the most unexpected time. Like this morning

Words from my husband who has been enjoying his new adventure with his first smart phone. An iPhone.



100 years of perfection just by "luck" it has no value . But step back and see how priceless a 100 years is inspiring.

One can make a difference

Can one person make a difference? Most definitely, "Yes". We all make an impact in more than one way. Even something that seems minute to you may have a big impact on someone else.

At my place of employment, I have been processing gifts for a Memorial Scholarship. As I have continued to process these gifts, I wondered about the young man that these gift were in honor of. A basic google search revealed way more than I could have ever expected.

This 23 year old's life was cut short by a tragic motorcycle accident in which he was test driving a bike. The death of this young  man not only had a tremendous impact on his family and friends at a small town university that he attended but the importance of his life and what he was doing was making a difference in his community.

He believed in a sustainable environment and living a healthy life style, using locally grown organic foods. He took his belief and campaigned the university and local restaurants to seek local sources for their food whenever possible.In turn, keeping the community's money local.

Even after death. many have believed in his mission. There is now a yearly fundraiser in his owner by local restaurants where items produced with his mission in mind are offered on the menu with proceeds going to his scholarship fund.

Where does the money go to besides a recipients education? Right in their mouth. Students are award meal plans at the university.

If this young man made a difference in his short life. Imagine what anyone could do.

What will be your legacy?

A girl can dream

I have all kinds of intentions in my life but after a long day at work I seem to lose my “get up and go”.

My husband makes fun of me because I have all kinds of craft supplies. He says, “You tell me that you have a neat idea, buy the materials and then never do it.”

I want to “do ”it. I live in the sticks and when I am not buying supplies when I think about out, I won’t have it when I want to “do” it. Besides, I have so many magnificent ideas, I cannot possibly do them all at once.

I insist that when we buy our new (to us) house later this year that I have to have a room just for my craft supplies. Don’t like looking at it? Close the door. Problem solved. I also think that having a dedicated room will allow me to set things aside and come back to them. 

It is also helpful that my youngest is in his last year of being home with us so things should be staying put. You know, right where I placed them.

A girl can dream, can’t she?