Thursday, March 28, 2024

Soul Nudge...


Ran across a FaceBook post this week that, I think, is an important reminder that we need to be nice to each other. The anonymous writer of the story used the term "soul nudge" -- the feeling that you must simply reach out to someone because you sense that they need you. You have no idea why they need you, but you get this feeling that you simply must reach out in some kind way.  As my wonderful Mom used to say -- be nice to people.  You never know what they are going through ... you never know what is in the bags of rocks that they carry with them -- rocks you cannot see, and... we all have our own bag. Remember that.  Then a few days later, a friend of mine recounted to me her experience in a check-out line at the local grocery store in which an exceedingly mean person in front of her in line was giving the clerk an exceedingly miserable experience.  Seriously... it's enough. And so -- this blog emerges...  "Soul Nudge".

Am thinking that I am not alone these days is finding myself in a world that has turned upside down a bit. Current events across the world are alarming. I check in with news about twice a day always wondering what new horror is emerging -- all the while hoping that something - anything- might be going right. I keep wondering how things could get worse ... and then they do.  Some days it is hard to maintain my optimistic view of life. I know there have been other times throughout history with great worldwide challenges. Perhaps this is just our time to face a few and see what we are made of. I guess the pandemic wasn't enough of a lesson. Then, on top of it all, there are the personal challenges we all have as well.  It’s exhausting. 

It is in this world of today where I am feeling the soul nudge the strongest.  I think others feel it too.  Hope so. I do see that some are giving other people some space to find their way through these times.  Then again -- others -- not so much. There is too much intolerance (and worse) across the board. Meanness abounds, let along even bigger "things". What harm would a bit of tolerance and kindness do? People need other people.  We are all in these times together no matter who or of what beliefs we are.

“Our life evokes our character.” (I so love these words of Joseph Campbell.) I personally feel that we should listen to and trust the "soul nudge".  ... even something as easy to give as a smile can change someone's day.  It's not a little thing. My mom also used to say that you cannot change or fix the problems of the world, but you can reach out to those you are able to touch. I am thinking that is her version of the "soul nudge". That woman definitely had a certain special wisdom.

Thursday, March 21, 2024

Dust balls, spider webs, dirty windows, and ... my friend Margaret...

It's that time of year.  Spring is here  -- or at least that is what the calendar says.   The winter sun has changed ... intensified ... brightened somehow, and, once in a while, shines piercingly through dirty windows, highlighting spiderwebs and dust balls, as if the time change isn't enough of an insult to one's way of life.  Here come thoughts of Spring cleaning ...  ugh. The good thing though, for those of us in NW Pennsylvania, is that it is also time to put the screens back in, open the windows, and let fresh air inside (if it isn't snowing) - after months of the house being closed up tightly to survive the cold and ... the heat bills.  

I eagerly await for the lawn and pasture to "firm up" a bit -- still too soggy to really work outside even with Muck boots, but ... there is the holding promise of warmer days. You see -- here's the thing. I would rather work outside than inside... although, I do enjoy a clean house.  I am a picker up of sticks more than a chaser of the ever returning "dust bunny".  I prefer the light manual labor of outside. I hire out the big stuff or ignore it as much as possible.  As for inside, I have all the necessary tools for the essential chores in order to get them done as simply and quickly as possible... including an ever faithful Roomba for under the beds. Yes... it is outside for me -- where I can wander about and take my time with things after several months of being inside in front of the fireplace. I am a fresh air kind of person.

Further -- must mention.... I also have my good olde friend, Margaret, to help out with the annual cleanup of the lawn and pasture.  Margaret is a 2007 Trail Hand Bush Hog vehicle with an automatic dumper. She rests in my small barn all winter just waiting patiently under her tarp.  She is bright red. Her cargo bed will tolerate 1000 lbs. or so.  She is a hard worker. I can load up my battery operated saws and trimmers, pile assorted rakes and my Grandpa's Weeder into her cargo bed, take off into the back pasture or around the yard and Margaret makes light work of it all.  Good olde Margaret.  Don't know what I would do without her.  She doesn't go too fast like the side-by-sides of today... just sort of fast enough to get the job done and for the pre-drivers license grand to drive around too. She is a multi-purpose vehicle for sure. It's almost time.  Am looking forward to it. 

Happy Spring....   May the sun shine on you. I wish you gentle breezes as you go about your days.


Thursday, March 14, 2024

Blessings in time...

I am blessed beyond my dreams and among my many blessings are three grandchildren ages 26, 17 and 13.  The thing is -- I don't understand.... How did they get to be so grown up so quickly?  It's remarkable. I look at them and still see them as children in my heart memories and yet -- they are not. It seems that it happened all of a sudden. I need to catch up. I had the same perplexing situation over time with my own children. Suddenly they are married, parents and ... poof... the years fly.  Wonderful, interesting and fun people all.  Like I said -- blessed beyond....

Was chatting with my granddaughter the other day and she asked me if I would like the viewpoint of a 13 year old. She was most serious about this. I responded that I would indeed like that, and I listened very carefully to her insightful perspective and realized, once again, how observant and smart she is.  My 26 yr old grandson called me from his car to check on me recently -- how nice is that? He was driving from Terre Haute, Indiana (where he lives) to some place in Illinois and took the time to call me. (I don't see him very often, so the call was especially welcomed.) Then a few days later my newly 17 year old grandson stopped in to do a few things for me that I probably (definitely) could have done myself but didn't want to... he stayed to chat a bit and didn't even seem to be in a hurry to be off.  Among other outstanding and positive traits, he has the most wonderful smile and ... shares it - something not always common at that age. Trust me. I know this having worked with teenagers for decades. Yes... I am blessed.  I am reminded in these memories that all moments of connection are important... each and every single one of them.

Time passes so quickly.  We all know that. We also all know that we need to cherish each day, each conversation, each shared moment, each blessing... gifts all. I am thinking that you, too, are thankful for your many blessings in time. It is those small moments of connection that are caught in memory. I also am thinking and reminding myself that it is important to share gratitude.  

 

" Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it." (William Arthur Ward)


Thursday, March 7, 2024

A lovely couple...


I guess I missed winter this year.  I only remember about three snows of any significance.  Odd.  I don't trust it.  It's like waiting for the other shoe to drop. "In like a lion, out like a lamb" - only the other way around. Anyone who lives around here gets that.  No one in this corner of snow country trusts a light winter. We have seen snowflakes in June.

Here's the thing.  Mr. and Mrs. Goose have returned to my neighbor's pond... a sure sign of Spring.  I have been watching this lovely couple since 2018. They fly in sometime at the end of February or beginning of March, gently land, and stay about a week before heading north.  I like to think that they are resting up before flying over Lake Erie on their way to their summer home in Canada.  They spend a week here floating around and flying back and forth between what I call my horse pond on the east side of my pasture and the neighbor's pond right next to my driveway on the west side.  They are peaceful, gentle and absolutely beautiful creatures. They are the only two geese I have ever seen land on either pond and then hang around. They just rest, float, and relax. They ignore me. I am not offended by this even though I speak to them every day.

There is, however, a new concern now that there are bald eagles nearby (a nest just down the road), I hold my breath that the geese will have a safe and uneventful trip north.  The bald eagles are majestic and wonderful creatures as well, but not nearly as kind as geese. It is survival of the fittest... sort of like my whole yard, pasture, garden and the current status of my few remaining house plants.  And so it goes.... 

Thursday, February 29, 2024

Imagine what our world might be....

What if our president had made certain that the laws that protect our boarders were enforced from his first day in office?

What if our president directed that taxpayer money were to be used to support American concerns over those of illegal immigrants?

What if those in power did not prosecute (or is it persecute) those with whom they disagree?

What if those in power followed the law and did prosecute those who committed crimes?

What if our president were aware of how his executive orders and policies make it difficult for hard working Americans?

What if our president had not shamed our country world wide beginning with the ill-planned and catastrophic withdrawal from Afghanistan and continued on with other assorted blunders in international relationships over time.

What if someone in power were paying attention to the large numbers of  military-aged Chinese men (with military haircuts and boots) crossing our borders illegally?

What if someone in power were paying attention to all the land near our military bases that has been purchased by China? (Or -- American farm land now owned by China?)

What if our president had made even the smallest effort to listen to the American people?  What if he were not so slow to action and stunningly short sighted?

What if our president had not destroyed so much of our trust in government with his DEI appointees over qualified people? 

What if our president were not so divisive and so wrong on so many things?  What if he apologized even once for his blunders?

What if our president were not such a stranger to the truth?

What if our president had prioritized Law & Order?

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What if all American people could believe that our votes counted?

What if all American people could know for absolute certain that it was not government over the people, but, as Abraham Lincoln said in his address to Gettysburg in 1863, a government of the people, by the people and for the people?

What if the American people didn't have to deal with the whole Hunter/Biden crime family "thing" that seems to grow darker at every turn?

What if it is not too late?

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Imagine what our world might be....  


One other point -- you may find Joe Rogan's interview with Dr. Phil McGraw (#2105) fascinating.... 




Thursday, February 22, 2024

Americans Unite!

 

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   Recently I was editing some writing from August, 2021 and ran across a couple of phrases that were popular in the press at that time when people were still caught in the grips of Covid misinformation and beginning to trust no one.  As some smart person once said, "It was all so long ago and yet remarkably present."  There in print were the phrases:

          "Incompetent authoritarians"  and "League of insufferable Karens". 

    Today we might say similar things like "Botches by Biden" or "Idiot Mumbling by Politicians".  Karens have sort of exhausted their fifteen minutes except for on TikTok.

    Anyway  -- it got me to thinking.  You know what?  It's time that we, as Americans, put our foot down and make our voices heard, or if not our voices -- our power of silent rebellion. We have reached our breaking point. Come on, people!  You know that we, as Americans don't like to have "things" shoved in our faces and we will only take it for so long.  Just ask Budweiser, Nickelodeon, Disney, or Target.  Just look at how people are beginning to see what mass media really is and how it is trying to manipulate them.  Just ask any citizen how safe they feel under defund the police and no bail policies. How sick are we of people who think they have a right to block roads and scream at innocent people.  They are the worst kind of self-righteous bullies. They have no concept of legitimate protest. It is time to enforce laws. People are "getting away with murder".

    You know very well that we can make our "voices" heard if only in the strength of refusing to drink the Kool-Aid.  Think about our refusal to adopt the metric system that big government tried to force upon us and look at our growing rejection of self-checkouts or of all the electric cars that are sitting gathering dust... or is it rust?  Then there are the unfounded claims of climate change (follow the money) and on a more personal level -- that I, for one, still use "normal" lightbulbs and have managed to find enough to last me for the rest of my lifetime. I know that I am not alone in this. We are Americans. No one can tell us what appliances we can buy or how much water to use in our washing machine. We don't like to be pushed around... especially by a power-hungry big government or by politicians who have no idea of what it is to work for a living. Americans don't like to watch their tax money going to illegal immigrants or to fight foreign wars without being asked if we agree. It is, once again "taxation without representation". Submitting to abuse is not our nature. It is not our heritage to remain silent. We are a take charge nation. Let's not give that up.

    The growing frustration calls to mind that now famous phrase from the 1976 movie, Network.  "I'm mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this any more!"  This is why I am going to vote for the least political candidates for all positions come November.  Give me a candidate whose #1 concern is the American people and who is not all about power, a position in big government and control of the common man. Give me a candidate who is not all about self-interest and personal gain.  Give me a loyal American who cares about Americans. I wouldn't touch a politician who has never had a real job  -- not even with a ten foot poll. Look what voting out of ignorant hatred has wrought. Look at your life before Biden, DEI, and the corruption of mass media. Do not accept the rise to power of narrow minded liberals who would deny you your right to free speech, who tried to force you to take an experimental drug (and sometimes succeeded) and who did force you to wear a worthless mask and to isolate your loved ones.  Look what they have done to our children and the American Education system. 

    Observe. Compare. Don't accept corruption or incompetence. Analyze and think.  November will be here before you turn around twice. Are you with me? Please. Enough is enough. Take America back. We used to be the greatest country in the world. Respected. We can be that again. Pray that our votes will count. Look for people who will make that happen. Let your voice be heard. Start with local elections and move to state and national. Use common sense. The take back America process needs to be across the board -- from grassroots to national. Know that you tried and at least made your voice heard or your silent rebellion felt.

  



 




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Thursday, February 15, 2024

Hibernate...

 

People who believe that winter is a time of peace -- a time to heal and rejuvenate do exist.  I am one of them really, but... I need snow and feeling like I am snuggied in to get there.  This El Nino winter just doesn't do it for me.  Further it hasn't been healthy cold.  You know... the kind of cold that kills all the germs and the pesky ticks... the kind of cold that settles in the first of October and slowly fades away by May or June.  Those of us who grew up in snow country and sometimes ice skated to school on the top of impressively large snow banks, have a hard time accepting these warm dry winters. Seriously there have been times lately when it is warmer and drier in the woods of Northwest Pa than it has been in Florida.  The snowbirds must be shaking their heads and wondering if it was worth the price of gas to go South.  

Now that I have written this, it will probably snow -- a thick blanket to cover everything.  You know -- the kind of snow that brings a special kind of quiet and clean. If it does, then it was worth writing the above paragraph. Bring it on.  As for the ice -- I can do without that. I could do without blizzards as well.  I guess, though, you can't have it both ways.  If only...