You’re welcome to pull up a chair if you wish to stay awhile…
I’ve left some things, just there, on the table…
Are you starting to feel all warm and fuzzy inside, yet?
No?
How about now?
Just in case it hasn’t fully soaked in yet…
Oh yeah! Now this is just lovely, isn’t it?!
Carry on…
When I say Just Breath, it goes far beyond the act of just inhaling and exhaling! To truly let go of this world’s angst, and all the gnashing of teeth that wears at our peace… and Just Breath!
Be at peace with the knowledge that things of this world, can be observed, but shall not permeate one’s spirit while resting beneath the shadow of the Almighty!
To purposefully practice the form of physically exercising my lungs… choosing to breath out all the burdens of this world, and breath in the pure and sustaining peace that passeth all understanding…
His Peace… I take in the very breath of my Creator, My God!
I love purposely allowing God to be the very air that I breath…
Here is your cookie…
I know that we were all hoping for a letter from Squagon today, but the Pinion King didn’t give us the OK on passing notes back and forth, til late last night.
So, guess what all the babe’s are doing, right now? You guessed correctly, if you said that they were probably all busily writing letters…
The young messenger sent from Pinion Valley was quite respectful and friendly, confiding that he was becoming great friends with the young prince. Apparently, Squagon is also hard at work, putting together his own letter…
Brutus has been given clearance to pick up and drop off all the letters each Friday, beginning tonight… and only under the deepest cover of darkness. I fully understand the king’s reasonings for this rule, as we’ve no desire to spread mass panic among the inhabitants of Pinion Valley, with an enormous dragon floating over their heads…
I can’t chat for too long, as I hear Boomer calling for help with his letters. I really need to be on deck for these first messages, ensuring I see bright and happy faces among the babes once they’ve completed their notes… they’ve been missing their friend, so.
Oh, before I go, I’ve made some good progress with my study of our Twilight Dreamers… and Beatrice introduced me to her three daughters.
For now, all that I can tell you is that while they might appear to look somewhat like their mother, they are each quite individual and unique in their own ways…
It’s been a bit difficult to learn much about Ishah, as of yet, due to the fact that I fall asleep almost as soon as I sit down near her… she just makes me feel so peaceful that I loose track of any thoughts, and my mind drifts off… like floating down a lazy river.
Now, Awshah is the polar opposite of her older sister, being so incredibly bubbly and joyful! She hardly holds still, and I’ve yet to slow her down enough to understand what she is saying, or singing… because that’s mostly what she loves to do.
Oh my goodness! Oodah might be tiny, but she is the softest and snuggliest little flying bean! We all keep taking turns holding her, and she never seems to tire of the constant hugs. She leaves you feeling like you’ve just been wrapped in a warm blanket on a cold morning… and then handed the most delicious cup of warm cocoa you’ve ever had! Personally, I think I would trade my favorite comforter for an Oodah, if I could.
Anyway, that’s as far as I’ve gotten so far… well, as much as I’ve time to share with everyone. Besides, I’ve spent longer than I’d planned, as it is… and now Tilly is beginning to call for me, along with Boomer. What I wouldn’t trade for a patience blanket! There’s still more dreamers left to meet, so there’s still hope…
Ta Ta, for now…
As I’m soon to be looking back at 55, I think my path is pretty firmly set in one direction… God’s!
We’ve recently answered a prompt, regarding taking a risk at something new, and another prompt asking if we were guaranteed not to fail, what would we attempt… so I’m not sure how many more times the prompt can try to beat a dead horse, as they say.
Still, I realize that not everyone has seen these questions before, so I shall do my due diligence at answering with something decent, for those that are new to the daily prompts.
To answer this prompt here, today, straight up… While I have pursued multiple different careers throughout my younger years, I’m no longer interested in any of them. Add to that, the fact that I’m not considering any new directions at all, aside from the path I now follow… this one’s a deal breaker on any other pursuit I’ve ever chased after!
My career pursuits involve following only One CEO, One Leader… One! How boring and confining, you might be thinking. On the contrary, my friends. This career path has me fully engaged, at every moment, and in every action or thought. I walk with a magnificent Leader, who has me in the word, on my knees in prayer, feet on the ground out here in the trenches… and fully sustained, at all times!
My life is full of joy, adventure, action, suspense… and He has me constantly on the move… and with Him, at all times.
In all my years, never have I been hired by someone who knows me better than He does… and I’ve not been fired yet!
Before you start thinking that I’m lazy or something, maybe living the posh life, and too comfortable in my current position… you might consider my resume before being too quick to form an opinion on this matter:
0 to 13 years of age, severe childhood trauma
13 to 18 years of age, ^#$%^&^
18 to 34 years of age, pregnant 9 times with only 3 born to me, divorced, denied by the church, disowned by my family, and abandoned by those I knew as friends.
Lost and running in the wastelands for 16 more years… 16!
The rest of my career credentials, as well as my production timeline, will be within the archives of My Closet. I’ve already shared far more of my job description than anyone should have to wade through… and no, there won’t be a cover letter to accompany this Responsume…
But I did make cookies…
Honestly, I don’t know how these exec’s are going to get anything accomplished, with their mouths stuffed with cookies… sheesh guys, slow it down!
The leaves are all falling
and Winter is a calling
Sweaters we’re now wearing
and there’s cocoa for sharing…
Also, sleepy and weepy
due to the air pressure shift
Requiring more power naps
and triple latte’s for a lift…
So as the winds change,
And the trees all fall asleep
Take care of yourselves
and don’t chew gum off the street!
Ok, don’t blame me for that last line… my coffee got cold, and I didn’t realize it until after taking a drink. I only paused from writing this for a second, I swear it!
Sometimes, I feel more like a dog than a person… Squirrel!!!
Oh well, that’s how poetry is for me, at times. I catch a thread of something and start writing it down, only to find that I’ve lost my train of thought somewhere in the middle. Yeesh! How do you guys and gals all do it? Day after day, you bring it with such creativeness and fervor… well, my hat’s off to you! I think that I shall leave the poetry to the poets and stick to what I do best, which is really just writing whatever the storms bring on the winds…
Let me think about this for a moment…
Huh! I’m sure I can think of something, like I know my kids survived my cooking, and all that. But is there something specific I’ve cooked in the past that someone else might find dream inspiring, or anything?
Oh! I know… wait……… nope! It was on the tip of my tongue, and I almost had it, but then it was gone…
Wow! This prompt question is harder than I thought it was going to be, when I first started to consider an answer. Now, for goodness sake, there has to be something that has made tails wag and and tongues drool, right? Whenever I get invited to any social gatherings with food involved, hasn’t there been some item always being requested, “if it wouldn’t be a bother?”
For Pete’s sake, this is hard!
The only thing I can do, which is really nothing of a big deal, or anything… I did bake these little things once, sweet things, if I remember correctly. Once they cooled from the oven, my kids said that they were kind of chewy and kind of crunchy, all at the same time. Then they said that they could taste the flavor of nuts mixed with a sweet melty thing, but quite honestly I can’t remember what they call those things, these days.
Well, if any of you can think of something, could you please let me know? It would really help me out!
As a way of saying thank you, I made some silly cookies. I mean, their not the greatest, but it’s early and if you haven’t eaten yet, they should be alright…
Eustace wants to give out free rides to anyone needing a lift…
He’s outside if anyone needs a Hump Day “Pick Me Up”…
See what I did with the words, there?
If I have to explain it, people say it won’t be funny…
soooooo….
As I like to keep the pictures of our Barnyard Babes always fresh, once again, I grabbed my handy dandy picture taker (compliments of the AI generator).
It was a bit of a struggle at first, as the babe’s haven’t been in the best of moods, lately.
Fortunately, I think the activity lifted their spirits some, so there’s that!
I’m glad to say that we got it done, the babe’s and I, and now all we need to do is sort through the lot, picking out our favorite shots!
While I’ve left the final decision to Miss Tilly and Brutus, it won’t do any harm if I share my photo’s with you folks… just for fun. Who knows how long it will take for the lot of them to decide on things, and I don’t feel like making everyone wait.
I realize that you might have noticed some changes in the babe’s appearances, since the last set of pictures were taken. Try to keep in mind, sometimes sorrow changes how one appears to others… at times, hurt can seem invisible to most, often going unnoticed! Well… I noticed! That would be why I thought to make mention of it today, so that you wouldn’t be overly concerned about the obvious sorrow that clings to the edges of the photos.
No matter what I tried, Tilly never did smile for the camera… so, I finally quit fussing over the poor thing. I can assure you that Brutus is watching over her, carefully! The tiny mouse has held a special place in the dragon’s heart, ever since she came to be with us in the barn.
Since we’ve all been watching these tiny one’s for so long, I’m fairly certain everybody will see how small both Dinky and Boomer have become. Dinky is normally small, but she’s been so blue since Squagon left that her brother won’t leave her side. In a panic, Boomer shrank himself down to her size… and now he refuses to return to his normal size, until after his sister’s color improves! I’ve been letting them both sleep in my office, on top of the slippers that I keep under my desk. Oddly, it has been helping them sleep a little bit better.
While Lilly seems to be taking things in stride, I’ve noticed that she spends a lot more time alone, writing page after page in her little personal Journal that I bought for her, earlier this summer. She smiled for my camera, but you can tell that her heart wasn’t really in it! Still, she participated in things and by the end of the day, was a little more chatty with the rest of us.
In honesty, I’m not sure that Awzee Clawzee has any clue of what’s been going on! No matter what I ever do or say to the little guy, the only response I get out of him is “Whoooo?” Oh well, what he doesn’t understand should hopefully not hurt him, though I will still keep an eye on the little fluffbucket… just in case.
Sorry I took so long with all my photo disclaimers, but I just thought you’d want to know how the babe’s were feeling, what with the absence of our nutty little flyer, of late.
F.Y.I., we might be getting our first mail exchange this weekend, if the Pinion King approves of our correspondence with Squagon. I will be sure to let you know if we get mail.
Ta Ta for now…
Sitting in front of my computer this morning, slowly sipping my cup of coffee, I pondered what to share for my Monday Messages.
Suddenly, it occurred to me that I’ve not many exciting plans for the week to regale you with… in fact, my average day is not much to blink at!
Then I began laughing at myself, considering that I’ve been using my Monday post’s, to basically map out my week, since my blogging began! There sure were a lot of My’s in there! Gross!
Why on earth would I think everyone might be waiting on pins and needles to see what my plans were, for the week? When I thought about what the average person’s day or week looked like, compared to mine, I laughed at myself even more!
Sometimes, I think it’s ok to laugh at yourself if it brings about something good. In this case, it helped me to start thinking more about others… and less of me! Someone once lovingly chided me, “it’s not always about you, girl!”
Looking at Mondays from someone else’s point of view, if I knew my week would be filled with hours of stressful commuting, eternally boring boardroom meetings, running the judgy office gossip gauntlet, AND balancing my home life… I couldn’t do it!
Honestly, I nearly threw up my cup of coffee just from thinking about it!
Remember the commercial with the Mailman and the family wanting to return the Chucky Doll they’d purchased? Remember his reaction when he looked past the family, into the house, noticing the doll suddenly appear behind them?
Yeah… that’s sort of how I felt, at the thought of working in an office.
So, where is she going with all this, you ask? Well, after I recovered from the thought of a life once lived, I decided that it’s high time this Monday message thingy should be about you. What I mean is that it should be For you; it should benefit you, in some way!
Wondering how my words could benefit you, I thought, “What words might encourage someone who’s about to endure something long, exhausting, and without much reward?”
Ouch! It’s so much easier to think about myself, in this regard.
Ok, here goes…
For all of you beautiful and valuable souls that I love and hold dear to my heart,
Treat anger with forgiveness, turn away from that which does not bear good fruit, and look for ways to bring a smile to another.
Oh… and, take good care of your bodies, because you only get one!
Here, this should get you started…
I promise there’s nothing too weird in them… Really!
In the words of Captain Jack Sparrow,
“It’s not just a keel and a hull and a deck and sails, that’s what a ship needs but what a ship is… what the Black Pearl really is… is freedom.”
Now, I bet you’re trying to figure out what on earth I’m talking about, as far as answering the prompt. Lucky for you, I plan on breakin it down for ya! As Castle says, “It’s what I do!”
If we assume that my ship is a metaphor for my heart, or spirit if you want to call it, then the quote might look something like this:
It’s not just flesh, blood and oxygen that sustains this vessel, that’s what the human body needs but what a heart is… what Wiwohka’s heart is really filled with… is freedom!
Now it should make more sense to everyone reading this blog response. I’m proud to say that I’m still alive and breathing, singing His praises, sailing in freedom through life’s many storms, and dangers!
Here, have a cookie…
Journey With Me! 