We will never forget!

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It’s been sixteen years and I’ve not forgotten.  So many events have happened since this date, but non at the magnitude of what was experienced on that day, weeks, months and years after that harrowing day.  Today,  we wake learning more about the hurricanes that have hit impacting again so many people and states over the last two weeks.  If you don’t live in those areas, like me, we have no idea the challenges, fear and sense of loss they have.  I imagine there is quite a bit of fog just like 9/11.

Let’s continue to stand together, and never forget!

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Hey – Let me in, I’m hungry!

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Spring has approached our area early this year.  The river shed it’s ice in Mid-February. We’ve had boats running up and down the river – the catch is on for the best Walleye this time of year.

Still, when I’m not watching what’s happening on the river, I’m back in my rural surroundings and continually enjoy watching what’s happening on the farm.  Here’s a recent shot.

What would your headline before this great sight?

Can gratitude make a difference?

I would imagine we have all been doing some level of reflection this week.  I am fortunate to live among vast farmlands and small communities.  We are in the final stages of harvest and watching the changes every day as I drive to and from work give me such a sense of gratitude.  It is amazing how hard the farmers work in quiet seclusion moving from acre to acre.  Sure some have better equipment than others, but no one can deny the enormous amount of work it takes to harvest thousands of acres in a short period before the weather changes to cold and snow. It is darker now when I travel home, but I still see the tractor lights out in the fields or passing me by on the road.  Sometimes I have to follow slowly behind a huge tractor because of our narrow road, but I never get impatient as they are part of the core of our survival.

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As the fields get cleared, the geese and cranes move in eating away to prepare for the long journey ahead for their winter retreat.  Another gift from our farmers. The grace in which the birds fly and land makes me pause and take it all in.  I like pauses; it allows gratitude to come forward and fills me with a desire to be a kinder and better person.

 

 

My gratitude today is dedicated to all of the farmers of the world – bless you!

Frustrated Writer – What’s new!

I started writing a fictional novel about a year ago.  I usually am much more disciplined, but this is much harder than I thought.  Plus I have three other novels flying through my head interfering.  I pick up where I left off on the weekends and then find I’m just rambling on – like now.  I’m going back to the drawing board and trying to outline my process so I know what stories to put in where and get this done.  I should have it published by now.  Is this typical?

Actions louder than words?

 

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I watched several broadcasts on Sunday both in sorrow and celebration of 9/11.  To listen to the stories of survivors gave me an unnerving thankfulness for all that I’ve been blessed with.  While I’ve experienced tragedy, I truly couldn’t imagine the strength of some that have been able to carry forward.  It was their stories along with their actions that truly inspired.

In a different way, I continue to be appalled by actions that have no words.  I do believe in the freedom of speech and totally agree that parts of our country are at odds and even war in some areas.  However, I cannot fathom the actions by some players in the sports field.  Disrespecting our military and others and painfully seeing them do so for those lost and those left to carry on after 9/11 was heartbreaking.

Instead of acting in a united way, all I see is you silently disrespecting.  I’m sure I don’t know the full extent of the work these players are doing.  Perhaps many of them are donating a great portion of their salaries to the cause or spending many volunteer hours with those in need as we heard from the survivors from 9/11.

 

 

Kindness for you?

On the way home yesterday I was listening public radio and the commentator was talking about how important it is to be kinder to yourself.  How it will make you a better person and your life more enjoyable.  Being a middle of the road perfectionist it made me pause. It was shortly after I failed a test on a freelance writing site, so I had good reason to pause for reflection.  Throughout the rest of my drive, I let go of the test I didn’t pass and re-commited to become a better writer.

What about you? Do you have room to be kinder to yourself?

Blind or Deaf…

When I was young, but Mother also said she would rather be blind than deaf.  At the time, I just couldn’t comprehend that statement.  I didn’t like either option, but why would she be so clear on which she would prefer.  Well obviously, as a singer her joy came from what she heard not what she saw.  In fact as we look around us today, perhaps many of us would chose the same. On the other hand, I might still chose to be deaf, closing out all of the noise around us and embracing some solitude.  Learning to feel the music and dancing without the noise.  What would you chose?