Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Progress--LOTS of progress!

My rug/wall hanging is coming along great! I am changing things as I go.  Once hung, I will do the drawings for the "add on" pieces--I am thinking of hooking tree branches and stuffing them, to make them dimensional.  Hooking leaves that will be tacked on later, also dimensional.  So many ideas in my head, this is something I could just work on for months. Real tree branches across the ceiling?  Possibly!!! With hooked leaves? 

Sometimes I am surprised my brain doesn't explode from all the stuff in there.

Monday, June 27, 2016

A Gift

Before I go to bed at night, I like to spend a few quiet minutes sitting in the dark, unwinding from the day.  In the warmer months, I like to sit outside on the deck. I call this my "God Time".  Because, well, this is when I talk to God. When I thank Him for all my blessings, and tell him of my hopes and fears.

Last night, I received a most unexpected gift.  All of a sudden, the trees and woods all around me were lit up with thousands of fireflies!  Everywhere I looked, they were twinkling, like the trees had been strung with Christmas lights.  They were everywhere I looked--and it was such a surreal sight, so very magical.  I don't know how long we were there--God, me and the fireflies--it might have been 10 minutes, it might have been an hour. They swirled over and all around me, I felt so much LOVE, and was filled with the most perfect peace.   Then they slowly went off to do whatever it is that fireflies do--and then it was just God, me and the dark again.

I was surprised to feel tears on my face.  I guess I just could not contain that much emotional beauty.

Sometimes I write to share things.   Sometimes I write because all the words just come tumbling out of me, and have to be put somewhere.  Sometimes I write so I won't forget something.

But I will never, ever, forget the night the fireflies danced just for me.

Sunday, June 26, 2016

In Memory--Richard Heath

Last evening, a brave sailor went through his final storm.  He made it through to the other side, reached out, and was helped aboard by Gods Hand.
Nothing but calm seas and clear skies for him now.   

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Somber Thoughts

A very dear friend of mine is going through this right now--her husband is in hospice, dying of cancer.

The phrase "There but for the grace of God" keeps going through my mind.  I know, in my heart, that this is something we all may have to face some day.  I pray for her, her family, and for a peaceful end for her husband.  

As I get older, thoughts of my mortality--and those I love--are with me daily. 

The problem is, I don't know how I would face this.  Do ANY of us know, unless (and until) we are faced with the same circumstances? Anyone who says they haven't thought of this is either in denial or is lying.  

I keep remembering something my Mom said to me, shortly before she died.  She had been very sick, and I thought we would lose her at that point.  We didn't--and later, when I told her this, she said "But honey--I wouldn't have KNOWN that I died." 

Think about this.  You have no conscious thought after death, so of course you are not aware that you have died.  For some strange reason, her words have comforted me in the years since her passing.  I also lost a very dear friend several years ago-more of a brother to me than my own family--and again, those words--"I wouldn't have known I died"......have been a comfort.  

Life is short, we have all heard these words.  We are leaves in a  river, going where the current takes us, and always hoping we will end up some place good.  It is not up to us, it is up to God.

Richard--I pray that wherever your final journey takes you, it is some place good.  Some place with oceans for you to sail on, the breeze at your back, the sun on your face.  Some place you can sail and be at peace. 

Some place you don't know you are dead.  Because you are not--you are reborn in Christ.

Sail on, dear man.

Monday, June 13, 2016

Last Weeks Progress

Amazing how much I am getting done in small bits of time here and there!  This is last weeks progress, forgot to add it.  I am so enjoying working on this.  I am changing things as I go along--I wanted the leaves and sky to be more realistic, so I am fixing that as I go.  Now I am working on the right side, I had a problem with the big bird in  the nest, just below the owl.  I couldn't figure out what kind of bird he was supposed to be, so finally I decided to make him a Mourning Dove, since we have those in our yard.  New update pics next Monday!

Monday, June 6, 2016

Brock Allen Turner---RAPIST--No matter WHAT his idiot father says!

I TRY to stay away from news stories, because most of them just tick me off--but I will NOT stay silent about this one!

  "The father of the former Stanford swim team member who was found guilty last Thursday of sexually assaulting an unconscious woman in 2015 said in a statement that his son shouldn’t be penalized for “20 minutes of action.”
Brock Allen Turner, 20, who was sentenced to six months in county jail, three years’ probation, and to register as a sex offender, was charged with assault with intent to commit rape of an intoxicated/unconscious person, penetration of an intoxicated person, and penetration of an unconscious person.
On Thursday — and recently posted on Twitter — a statement was read by Brock Turner’s father, Dan Turner, that said his son “barely consumes any food and eats just to exist. … (Brock’s) life will never be the one that he dreamed about and worked so hard to achieve. That is a steep price to pay for 20 minutes of action out of his 20 plus years of life.”
Many have been outraged by the lenient sentence for the crime committed. The Washington Post reports that prosecutors wanted Turner’s sentence to last six years, but that Judge Aaron Persky said a tougher sentence would “have a severe impact on (Turner.)”

OK---let me make a really radical statement here--(addressing the fact that a tougher sentence would "quote have a severe impact on him." unquote)...


All I see here is another little rich brat breaking the law (think Ethan Couch, the "Affluenza" kid").  Mommy and Daddy using their money to buy him a softer sentence.  Happens all the time. 

Yes, I stand up and scream for rape victims, as I am one myself.  This pathetic excuse for a "man" and his son should BOTH do prison time, the father for being such a freaking asshole.

Dan Turner, I say to you--you are a MAJOR jackass.  No wonder your son turned out the way he did.  May you be crucified by every social media outlet there is--and by every blogger who, like me, is incensed by your callous words.   "His life will never be the one he dreamed of and worked so hard to achieve."  WHOSE FAULT IS THAT??  His and his alone.  I am glad he will at least have to register as a sex offender, because make no mistake, THAT IS WHAT HE IS.
I hope you both rot in hell.