Fairy Reading

It is often difficult to identify the exact moment that your life falls apart.

In most cases, it is not a one-shot deal.

If you ask most people who have had the experience of losing everything they love or believe in, they will probably say it was not one telephone call or one letter, one revelation or realization that caused the collapse of life as they knew it.

I now understand that my life fell apart one piece at a time.

Piece by piece; one experience, one situation, and one circumstance at a time, until I found myself standing in the midst of a heap of broken promises, splintered relationships, and shattered dreams.

It is not a place I ever imagined I would find myself again, after I had gotten through it the first fifty or sixty times.

The breaking down into pieces of a life is a painful thing to watch and even more painful to endure.

Even more devastating is that as your life begins to unravel, day by day, piece by piece, there is absolutely nothing you can do to stop it.

You see what is happening.

You know what is happening.

And, you want anything other than what is happening to happen.

You see, somewhere deep inside, we all know that lives are not built to fall apart.

That is just not what lives are meant to do.

The lives we are given by God are meant by God to grow, to blossom and flourish.

The reality is, however, lives do crumble.

I now realize that lives fall apart when they need to be rebuilt.

Lives fall apart when the foundation upon which they were built needs to be re-laid.

Lives fall apart, not because God is punishing us for what we have or have not done.

Lives fall apart because they need to.

They need to because they weren’t built the right way in the first place.

A bit about forgiveness.....

As long as you hold on to the belief that anyone on earth can do anything to you, you will be unable to forgive. People cannot change who you are and what you were born to be. They can create obstacles in your path. They can do things that make you believe you are other than what you are, but people cannot change, alter, or in any way hinder the truth of your being.

The truth is you are divine. The truth is that the divine source of life made you perfect and complete, and nothing anyone does can change that. The truth is we all forget that we are divine and act out of our human fears, beliefs, and perceptions. In doing so, we offend one another's sensibilities, we ignore one another's boundaries, we lash out, strike out, and in other uncompassionate ways dump our pain on one another. It does not change who we are. It makes us believe we are less than we are.

This makes us mad, and in holding on to our madness, we refuse to forgive.There is no one who does not make mistakes. Mistakes are a way of human life. We mistake what we see for the truth. We do not realize that there is always more to life than we can see and that the truth is not always visible to the naked eye.

We mistake what we know for all there is. What we do not realize is, we don't always know the whole story. At any given time in your life, there are characters, plots, and story lines that have not yet been presented. When you do not know the whole story, almost any conclusion you draw will be a mistaken conclusion. We mistake our experiences, particularly bad experiences, to be indications of who we are and what we deserve.

Even when we know we deserve better, we mistake our experiences for the obstacles that can keep us from experiencing more. Sometimes, we make the mistake of thinking that other people have the power to control or alter our destiny. It is our beliefs, mistaken and otherwise, that ultimately determine what we will do or be in life, not another person.If we did not make mistakes we would not learn what works and what does not work.

Each time we make a mistake we are provided with an opportunity to be corrected. The divine spirit of life is self-correcting. It will show us our mistakes in the form of the pain and suffering that we endure. It will show us our mistakes through mental unrest and emotional dissatisfaction. Unfortunately, when we encounter the results of our mistaken beliefs, choices, and perceptions, we blame other people.

We hold others accountable for what we think, feel, or believe. We believe our experiences make us who we are in life, and then we blame the players in our experiences. The biggest mistake we all make is believing that other people can hurt us. When we believe they have done so, we are unwilling to forgive them.


When being hurt and angry and believing you are less than you are does not get you what you want, it is time to forgive.

When you cannot move beyond the memories of what someone else has done to you and those memories keep you hurt, angry, or in any way limited in life, it is time to forgive.

When the only thing you remember about someone is what they did to you and not the fact that they are a human being prone to make mistakes, it is time to forgive.

When you believe you know the whole story of why someone did what they did and believe that if they had done anything else, you would be different, it is time to forgive.

If you don't like yourself, it is time to forgive.

If there is anyone, anywhere on the planet you can honestly say that you do not love, it is time to forgive.

If you are overweight, underweight, out of cash, in a bad relationship, working in an unfulfilling career, have corns on your little toes, have a cold or a toothache, there is somebody, somewhere you need to forgive.

Start with yourself.

Forgive yourself for believing that anyone who occupies the flesh form as a human being could in any way alter the truth of your being.

Once you've done that it will be easy to forgive anyone for anything, particularly if you are holding them hostage for making human errors.

--Iyanla Vanzant

They come they go.....

It works.
It doesn't work.

Wait......IT WORKS!!!!!

Nice that I was checked up on by another victim of the 'blogger' outage.
Nice that IT WORKS AGAIN!!!!

Well....at least it works again at this moment?

Fairy Dust

Honesty without compassion and understanding is not honest, but subtle hostility.
—Rose N. Frarnzblau

QOTW

Which room of your home tends to be the messiest? The neatest?

Oh boy....by MY doings the messiest is the bedroom.
The neatest--again, by my doings, the laundry room.

There's little to nothing in the laundry room--and I'm a 'start it and finish it' kinda gal. It's rare that there's anything ever left in there, 'cept the washer/dryer and assorted detergents/softeners/dryer sheets/etc... Go in, get it done, get out. LOL I do my laundry like I do my shopping. I like 'em both about equally the same. (poor use of the language, but you get what I mean)

As for the messiest--the bedroom is the target of mass destruction daily. It ain't just the tearing apart of the bed linens cuz I'm one of 'those' kinda sleepers (like a log and I don't move, or like a crazed woman and I'm all over the place!). It's far worse than that. Truth is, I'm not very good at dressing myself. And I mean I suck at it. Seriously--I toss and mutter and grumble and change one or six times before I'm satisfied enough/desperately close to being late enough to just 'live with it' and exit fast before I opt for changing ONE MORE TIME.

And I'm not nice during the process.

Toss.

Crumple and throw.

Drop to the floor and swear.

Kick 'em off and don't bother to see if anyone's injured.

Wad and fling....

I delay as much as possible before I start the process.

And I walk with great determination from the house utterly dissatisfied with the choice, talking to myself about the JOY of getting to do that task daily.....WTF......how come it's a daily occurance that we have to dress?! I mean, c'mon.....who's idea was that?!

And then I get in the car, get my arse to work and forget what I even have on. LOL

"Gee, you look nice today." gets met with a "Compared to yesterday when I looked like crap on wheels? Thanks." and I keep moving.

NOW ya know why they always have coffee waiting for me at the office and why I get that first hour without much people interaction. LOLOL

SMART group of folks I work with!! ;-)

Quarry Query

Things that make me happy....

....darting snakes I don't step on.

....bitty clusters of flowers I'm not responsible for.

....solo walks in the woods.

....watching himself slip-slide in mud and trying to be graceful about it. *snickering*

....the anti-goobery whitecup quest!

....helping the neighbor's flamingo have an adventure.

....dirty hands.

Fairy Diddy

If I should lose, let me stand by the road and cheer as the winners go by.

--Berton Bradley

Do I look like a horticulturist?!....notsomuch....

Today's Thought

Rebellion against your handicaps gets you nowhere. Self-pity gets you nowhere. One must have the adventurous daring to accept oneself as a bundle of possibilities and undertake the most interesting game in the world - making the most of one's best.

--Harry Emerson Fosdick

k...

So I'm doing laundry tonight.

Cuz--I didn't make it happen this weekend.
Lolly-gagging on plants and dirt and sunshine....and then cemeteries and trains and STUFF....

Am I thrilled that it didn't bother to do itself today?!
NO.

I said to the tossed items on the floor, bright and early this morning "GET in that basket, GET yourselves downstairs...and go launder yourselves."
I even said it with authority!

Did they listen?!
Noooooooooooooooo.

:-/

Green for Go

Daily Reading

When we deal with our faults and imperfections, we are dealing with the basic issues of being a person.

We can become bitter and cynical about the imperfections of others, or we can realize every person is incomplete but growing, just as we are.

The way we look at the faults in others and the way we look at our own are closely tied together.

In our journey, we must begin with the premise that no person ever achieves perfection.

Perfection apparently is not what this life is about at all, since perfection is nonexistent.

We are lovable, and we can love in the process of living our lives.

Since we are not perfect, we have to be accountable.

We must have standards for our behavior and hold ourselves to those standards, admitting our mistakes and making repairs where we can.

I will try to acknowledge my mistakes and give up the idea of ever becoming perfect.

Farm Sprung

Funny how that happens......

When someone dies, someone finds out.

Apparently a cousin on my father's side......who located my sister.....who located me and asked if I remembered the fella.

Ummmmm.....no.....wait......sorta...maybe?

So I told her no harm in answering a phone call--get the family line and decide if it's legit.

It's legit....and the cousin sent her and I a family tree thing and some information we had no clue about. Like our grandfather's name. *laughing* That's how well either of us paid attention. Or--perhaps that's how little he got talked about, given that my father's mother married seven times...five times to the same man. WHICH grandfather...dunno....apparently my father's father by name. Potentially not my father's father as the family suspected it was one of the 'other men' in my grandmother's life.

Oh boy is this one MESSED up family tree.

But the cousin emailed us this history thingy he'd put together--and it had a map of an old cemetery.

So I located it about an hour and a half away from HERE.

And I went THERE.

It was in sad shape.

In the middle of nowhere, overgrown and with time uprooted headstones, I wandered around.

Yes--some of the family names were there. I have no clue how they're related.....if they're related.

But there is a family plot, partitioned off if you looked closely under the weeds and moved the dirt a bit.

My sister was sad.

Oddly, I am not.

Names on stone--sadly forgotten and worn by time, it's a place where yesterdays never lived.

NO NO Mr. Bunny

Reading for the Day

Life itself is a risk.

When we hold on too tight, remain too guarded, and anxiously try to control every factor, we become stiff and reactive rather than calm, focused, and responsive.

The guidance of this path teaches us to let go of our anxieties and leads us to peace of mind.

When we learn to do that, we can deftly walk our path and more effectively maintain our balance in dealing with whatever comes up.

Wow.

I have a solo day.
And 'all by myself' day.

As in ME, MYSELF and I.
JUST me.

Himself just took off for places north of here.
I'm alone.

*looks around*

This ain't a bad thing!
Sun's up.
It's promising to be a sunshine day with temps near 70 degrees.
And I'm on my OWN.

*plotting*
Could do things around the house.....
I have plants that I didn't bring up from seeds (those are dead or near death......) that I could transplant into pots for the patio.
I have laundry to do. (yeahyeah.....what's the fun in that.....)
I have a camera that's sitting on the coffee nook's table.
And I have another pot of coffee looking at me from the countertop.

Gee.
ALONE.

:-)

This is GREAT!!!!!!
So great I have no clue what to do with it. LOLOL

But I'll figure something out.
Starting......NOW!

Tulip Twins

Fairy Reminder

When you cease to make a contribution, you begin to die.
—Eleanor Roosevelt

We need to take note, today, of all the opportunities we have to offer a helping hand to another person. We can notice too, the many times a friend, or even a stranger, reaches out to us in a helpful way. The opportunities to contribute to life's flow are unending.

Our own vibrancy comes from involvement with others, from contributing our talents, our hearts to one another's daily travels. God lives in us, among us. When we close ourselves off from our friends, our fellow travelers, we block God's path to us and through us.

To live means sharing one another's space, dreams, sorrows; contributing our ears to hear, our eyes to see, our arms to hold, our hearts to love. When we close ourselves off from each other - we have destroyed the vital contribution we each need to make and to receive in order to nurture life.

We each need only what the other can give. Each person we meet today needs our special contribution.