This habit that I describe, not only brings joy to my life, but purpose.
I do it when I rise, and when I rest…
I do it when I am happy…
or when I am sad…
I do it when I struggle…
and I do it when I feel triumphant…
Have you guessed it yet? I won’t leave you hanging…
What can all these pictures and descriptions tell you? Well, you should have noticed some reading, a bit of writing, some praying, some singing, some more reading, and even more praying. The last picture should be the dead giveaway for you…
Walking… sometimes through what I read, or write… other times by singing, praying, and reading some more… but always walking homeward…
Get it… Walking with God!!!
It may not seem like much, but at least I am still standing, right?!
I know I was not supposed to give you the answer, but if you read this far, you deserve to be rewarded.
I have always been incredibly curious about how we humans display and understand things like laughter…
Or Anger…
or Fear…
Also, there is so much to learn about Love…
and Family…
Pain is a curious thing too…
so is Sorrow…
Life it seems, is bitter sweet.
Humans are a mixed pot… coming in all shapes and sizes, personalities, stories…
The nearest I have come to understanding humanity, is that we need each other! Whether good or bad, happy or sad, we share this world together…
I am sort of seeing an interesting thought occur, as I ponder the way hoomans behave… When one soul helps another through the bad, it is not so bad… sharing another souls joy makes it more joyful… the together part might be the balancing weight on the Scales of Life…
Like I said, I am curious… I haven’t like figured it all out, or anything…
Here, have some 25 year old ice cream… but we have to share, on account of all the sharing I made reference to…
I said no for a very important reason, by the way, as Kindness should never, ever, and under no circumstances be referred to as random…
Since when did it become a thing that we get to choose to do, and then tell others about it? I think that we have enough budding journalists and photographers out there capturing these things on camera. I typed in the word Kindness and the pictures poured in, so there is plenty of evidence, and that makes me smile.
Now, based on my explanation of why I will not answer the prompt, I will attempt to rewrite the prompt for myself…
Write about a random act of kindness you’ve seen someone do.
I love seeing when they start the pay it forward thing at many of the different drive thru’s… though, I would much prefer to see stories of pay it forward at the grocery store, or maybe a doctors office, but I guess that is not very realistic. I have actually had someone walk up and swipe their debit card for mine, when my card was declined… I mean, I know it was only a few dollars, but still…
I know it can be irritating and disruptive to traffic, when people stand at the off ramp, or at the entrance to the mall. It is very easy to judge, or even be offended at the way in which a person will seek help, but come on… how hard is it, if you have spare change or a buck in your pocket, to roll your window down and give… or here is a novel idea, how bout pulling over, getting out of your car and giving. I know, FEAR!
I am seeing it like a disease, of late… no one seems to trust anyone, always expecting the worse from others, and sometimes this is true I suppose, but not always… discernment is an important quality to attain. Perhaps if we had more of this skill, sprinkle it with a bit of wisdom, and of course, we gots ta add some Faith in there… maybe, just maybe, we can make a difference in the world around us.
Let’s turn things upside down, and start looking around. I want to seek out what is doable in the actual kindness department, and make a point to NOT just do it randomly… I think I am full up, on just doing things when I feel like it, cause I will be honest with you, I am a hooman bean…
Yes, I am feeling sassy this morning… ergo all of my purposeful misspells and quirky word usage. Surely, you have noticed my passion for giving and being kind. There are so many of you out there, that give out of their hearts all the time, and I am so grateful for each and every one of you… this world still holds a great amount of hope, love, laughter and KINDNESS to be shared.
I am so glad you read to the end, because this is where all the cookies are…
**Dear WordPress Prompt writers, please take no offense at my rewrite of you thingie, but I couldn’t help myself. I am actually very grateful for your prompts, as they draw me out of my musings, and pull me into my creative side. Your questions always give rise to either my funny side, or the sassy one; bringing me to a place of thinking outside a box. Thank you, and please take one of the above cookies.**
Ladies and Gentlemen, though they may not look too glamorous, let me assure you, these little Diamonds in the rough fully live up to their name…
God Bless you Ninja Foodi! You can see it, right behind me, on the counter…
They are THE Bomb! All you need is a can of premade biscuit dough, and your favorite filling…
Can of biscuits, my eye! Heavenly premade dough, pillowy soft and fluffy… I dropped a chunk of butter and a spoon of brown sugar, into the center of each biscuit. Then I just sealed it in, like a pocket. Here is where my Ninja brought home a win… I baked them for about 12 – 15 minutes, on the bake / roast setting…
If you wish, you can simply switch out the filling for anything you wish, but the name would have to match… like Apple Bomb, or Peach Bomb, or for the savory side, make some Mozzarella Bombs. Now you see where this could go…
not mine, but a girl can aspire…
Your Welcome…
P.S. My other favorites are Cherry, Apple, and PB & J Bombs.
No judging allowed, it’s all about the RV life baby!
I have a distinct memory of a recent question prompt that asked me to describe myself, or something like that anyways. After I thought about my earlier answer, I wondered if my first description would be enough information for somebody who couldn’t take a look.
The only thing I would change regarding my tag lines, if you will, would be to further explain things a bit…
Like the part about me being a Chatty Cathy Doll… I am actually like a chatty doll that makes others smile and laugh with my incessant babbling… oh, and I lost the string from my back, so you just have to gently poke me instead, and I will start right up!
If I were to add anything to the part about me being a Loud Mouthed Frog, well, it would be that I am the kind of frog that tries to carry all the little ones on my back, since they are not big enough to go it alone yet, you know what I mean?
Now, before I leave the goodies for everyone, I am kind of curious as to the accuracy of my descriptors. How close would you say I am to being accurate? Please don’t feel obligated to comment a bunch of fluff, cause I know you love me already, but I am actually curious about how close I am to what others might see.
Oh dear… this is not at all what I had been expecting, if truth be told! While I dreamt of the scene we would be encountering, I had not anticipated things to look so different, once we arrived. This is an absolute mess! The cart has been smashed, along with the crate that has been resting at the back. Whatever was inside the crate has either been crushed or strewn about the area. What a waste…
Chris, would you be kind enough to collect the note lying near the cart, yes, there underneath that broken fruit basket… Thank you, you are looking cheerful this morning, by the way. You always seem to be smiling at people; ready and willing to jump in and lend a hand. Though you do not say anything with words, I often know what you are thinking. When I look into your eyes, there is an ocean of gentleness. Always eager to love and give of yourself, sometimes sacrificing a bit too much… leaving you unable to speak.
The strange thing is though, I have heard you singing when you thought you were alone on the path. I heard you singing softly to yourself just the other day, in fact, and it was the sweetest sound. Once others approached you, however, only silence and a bright smile greeted them. I think you are with us for a special purpose, perhaps to locate where you voice went, perhaps not… we shall see.
According to the note, the cart had been bound for a small village, further to the west. Due to an unforeseen injury, the carts’ owner had to be rushed to the village for immediate medical attention…. (murmering) … oh bother…
Here! It would simply be easier to show you the note, instead of reading it out loud…
To Whomever finds this note,
I must leave this message in hopes that it finds its way into the hands of an honest soul. I was en route to deliver these supplies, when my cart hit a rock on the path, splitting the back wheel of my cart. From there, things went from bad to worse. When the wheel snapped, it startled Noclue, my pony, sending him running off down the trail.
With a shot, he was off… pulling the reins along with him, as he went. This sudden bolt yanked me from the cart, before I had the good sense to let go of the reins, and landed me in the dirt. I lay there for some time, unable to move, until a passerby took pity on me, loading me onto their cart and transporting me on to the village, where there is a physician for mending my injuries.
Unfortunately, there was not enough room for the crate of supplies, so it had to be left behind. It is of the utmost importance that these supplies be delivered here for the villagers, as they are rebuilding everything, after a devastating attack by bandits. The crops were burnt, homes were crushed, and the larders were pillaged by the attacking horde.
I beseech you, whoever you may be, make haste with these life saving supplies. If you would gather the crate, and deliver it just down the trail here to the village, I will happily reward you for your efforts. I do not have much gold, but I will give you all that I have, if only you would lend your aid. This simply must be done, in order that healing can begin within this valley.
Sincerely,
Abbot Belfrey
P.S. You may have also noticed the basket of costumes within the crate… ummm… I forgot to mention, the villagers are terrified of outsiders, and with good reason. The only way one can enter, is by donning a costume and carrying on as if one belongs at a party, a traveling party… with a cart… a bright, colorful, and fun looking cart. The villagers, you see, are Otterfolk! Yes, this old man has compassion for all the living creatures of this valley. These folk love anything musical and/or funny… by gollie, it does the trick every time. I have faith in you… I know you can do it… Good Luck!
So, while you were reading the note, I took it upon myself to look around at some of the things strewn about on the ground, around the cart and near the broken crate. There is not a lot to go on, so we are going to have to brainstorm as to what a village of otters might need. Thank goodness we all have our bags, because I have a feeling they will be needed to fill this order.
And any suggestions regarding who wants to do what, in our little ensemble would be greatly appreciated. I for one vote Chris to lead the singing part, so as to keep our musical performance on key. Use your bag to touch base with me on the lyrics, and assigning places. Oh, Crocket, do you think you could repair the wheel of the cart? You should find any tools needed, again, within your bag. Liz, I was also hoping that you and Willow, could both work on stitching together a new colorful canopy, for the top of the cart?
What else might I be overlooking before we set about getting everyone put together for this, ummm, Troupe? My guess is that we have fun, but also be respectful to these small ones… I know they will be short and playful, but other than that, I don’t have a clue how we should do this…
Journey With Me! 