tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409968112534305102024-02-20T23:40:33.860-05:00Olivia's Open BookHello my dear friends. You might want to think twice before you follow me because I don't always know where I am going, but I would love to have your company.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger60125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-640996811253430510.post-65099084759806515652015-10-02T13:44:00.001-04:002015-10-03T10:57:20.022-04:00Did you hear their last cries ?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<em> We can only imagine the pain of those Christian students as they watched each other die They answered with truth the question of a deranged mind. </em><br />
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<em>" what religion are you ? " </em><br />
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<em> According to all media reports, the killer asked if they were Christian and when they answered </em><br />
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<em>I say to you that our Lord surely heard their cries and comforted them as they took their last breaths. How very strong they were to not deny their faith. Perhaps their Christian background gave them some inner peace, we can only hope so maybe a peace that so very few of us will ever know. </em><br />
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<em>"but whoever denies me before men I also will deny before my father who is in heaven " </em><br />
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<em>For those that lost their lives in his name and the families that lost those they love. May you be comforted during your hours of pain. We are thinking of you and sharing your pain on this very sad day.</em><br />
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Their dripping shirts hung all askew<br />
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“Don't want you here, now go away”<br />
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“Can't feed our own, so go away”<br />
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I came to make my family free”<br />
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“Why did you not knock upon our doors<br />
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I did sneak across I do confess”<br />
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“We want to be here, please don't you
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“But you’re not welcome here my
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Go back to your own troubled land”<br />
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“I’m on your shore can you not see<br />
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I can't go back I am not free”<br />
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“Our borders fenced you cannot cross”<br />
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“I prayed to God with no remorse”<br />
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I came back again to see”<br />
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With struggling breath and
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“Please take care of them for me.”<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-640996811253430510.post-61259682276923224032015-03-06T12:28:00.000-05:002015-03-06T12:28:16.110-05:00A poem in my pocket<br />
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To savor the memories of a love so true</div>
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The story is forever and the words so
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A love that exists in the world of my
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The poem in my pocket lasts forever without words</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-640996811253430510.post-37817567501917197442015-02-22T10:39:00.001-05:002015-02-22T10:39:48.187-05:00PUT THAT CREDIT CARD DOWN NOW !!!<em>O.K. I hate when this happens ...because I, like many of us this this winter have been pretty much snow bound and I realized that my boredom has led to the Internet. Not just following my friends on face-book but easily being led to all the shopping opportunities. </em><br />
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<em> Yes, I know I am blessed please don't pass on my secret or not so secret vice. I almost bought new and lighter luggage, because it was designed to be safer and in a bright color that I loved. There was only one thing wrong, I don't need it, and have not made any travel plans.</em><br />
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<em> However, I did see the best deals on the net to go to the Islands where it's sunny and warm and would only need a sundress, sandals and a bathing suit. So, who needs luggage anyway ? It costs too much when flying anyhow, however, the great special deal I saw was because it's a "stand </em><em>only" flight. How sad is that ? </em><br />
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It seems as if for some of us, our
feelings of distrust is expanding to governments and the world around us. With all the latest news and said “scandals “
are our feelings now spiraling out of control ? Does the ability to
collect data about everything from the brand of toilet paper we use to the
personal politics we choose have the potential to be used against us
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One could say that we are now being
consumed by our own consumption. Our information is everywhere as we
Google and do other searches. Our opinions that we so willingly
share are at risk of become widely read and has opened the door
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As we friend on Face-book and
participate in other social medias we want to believe their promised
security, often without even reading the small print. We have become
addicted to feedback from one another and liking the personal touch
it provides. Our tweets and twitters are read and we have the illusion that "we" are in control. Now that we have all this sharing going on we
suddenly wonder what we should do when we feel like we are standing
naked, without the infamous fig leaf. Many unknown peering eyes will
“follow us” much like our shadow,often without the shining
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Yet, it is best that we remain alert to
our risk for over reacting to media news, and Internet chatter. We
would be better avoiding the assimilation of every written word
without knowing if it is even truth or the fabrication of a creative
mind with a hidden agenda, thus falling victim to a mass paranoia.
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Although we think we are special and
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We are often feeling a loss of control
over our own world. Our modern technology works for and against us.
We can't have it both ways. So it is best that we just get over it !
In our time this includes a risk of falling victim to the
manipulation of the masses. We would be wise to use more precautions
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Is there any way to guarantee our
privacy ? Probably not anymore,we are now enmeshed in a web so tight
we could choke ourselves. In order to keep up with the world our
technology now rules. Through the evolving crisis around privacy,
and we have many, maybe something good will come out of the bad.
What's next ? A computer chip in our ovens and microwaves ? Yes,
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What puts us at even greater risk is
that the truth does not always set you free. It binds you to its fall
out forever. What sets one person free, can imprison another for a
lifetime. If no one is ever held accountable for anything, then it's
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-640996811253430510.post-4043735658954036372014-10-02T12:19:00.003-04:002014-10-02T12:20:07.821-04:00If a praying mantis has crawled into your space<em>The day didn't turn out the way I expected but ever so grateful anyway.</em><br />
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<em>My sons always fill my life just by their presence. They are my roots to the most meaningful days of my life. So like their Dad was, they are so very special. Nurses witnessing their strong presence at my bedside, couldn't help but comment in many complimentary ways. I felt their radiating love and at peace.</em><br />
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<em>For awhile, I was in role reversal for a change, being cared for, instead of "caring for" which allowed me the unique ability to understand the clinical environment, much like the nurse I am or maybe more like an angel looking down from above. I filled my soul with my private Lord's Prayer and said it to myself over and over again, never sure that I actually completed it.</em><br />
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<em>Well, all good things did came together and I returned home in a week. </em><em>My ailing heart battered and bruised but full of the healing love of family and friends.</em><br />
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<em>Seeing the largest Praying Mantis that I ever saw at my door entry, my sister told me it had been there since my arrival home. Always amused by this insect, I decided it was a good omen, and researched a bit. I found lots of negative things written about this insect. However, I also came across the "spiritual" side. So, because the writer in me preferred to focus on the positive. I again decided this was a good omen.</em><br />
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<em> "Usually a Praying mantis makes an appearance when we have flooded our lives with so much business, activity or chaos that we can no longer hear the small voice within us. Taking a step back and some simple meditation would be in order here because the external din we created needs to be quieted so we can come back to our own truth. The Praying mantis always comes to us when we need peace, quiet and calm in our lives."</em><br />
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<em>" Allow stillness to feed your creativity, only in the quiet moments will your ideas gel and take root."</em><br />
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<em>Oh dear, now the poor thing has been lying too still for days. </em><br />
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<em> However, because someone I love said "leave him there he's still working." there he rests. That sounds just fine to me. </em><br />
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<em>XOXO Olivia</em><br />
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<em></em><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-640996811253430510.post-14791310683697836022014-08-12T09:23:00.002-04:002014-08-12T09:23:39.049-04:00
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Robin Williams, you made us laugh
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Was his life so full of sadness
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Was his humor but the armor
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Did his salty tears fall down</div>
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upon the clown face that he wore</div>
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was his body wracked with pain</div>
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When his laughter died away</div>
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was there not a soul sitting by his
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to hold the hands of someone
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who could make us laugh until we cried</div>
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Was the outside smile upon his face</div>
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really coming from within</div>
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or just the painted picture
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hiding sadness, or unforgiven sin</div>
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Our sympathy to all his family and
friends
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we feel somehow we all have lost
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the pleasure of his company</div>
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our funny man, who gave us so much</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-640996811253430510.post-24718771190964819862014-06-05T18:37:00.003-04:002014-06-05T19:06:04.218-04:00Did I hear rationing healthcare ?
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We all know the time has come that in
order to afford the high standards of care to which we have become
accustomed,something has to give or change. It is a hard fact of
life and a big step, but it will be taken whether we like it or not.
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Rationing health care for seniors sometimes
makes sense as long as the priorities are right. Who among us has
the least to loose ? It would require a new mind set. A change in
how we believe things should be in our health care delivery system.
In health care, the goal has always been the pursuit of excellence.
However, attaining and maintaining this goal, is now cost
prohibitive. Abuses in the Medicare system are wide spread and seems
to be self perpetuating. Everyone including seniors should educate themselves and
observe how personal physicians, and other health care providers must follow guidelines according to insurance providers, especially
how they bill to Medicare. Just as quickly as we complain for the
charges we incur personally, so should we if we see inaccurate charges
passed on to Medicare. If we don't then we are reinforcing abuses in
the system.</div>
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There are movements in new
directions.“ Savings Beyond Price “ blog. Robert T. Yoki-
President and chief value Strategist—Strategic Value Analysis {R}
In Health care. The early stages for changing health care are as
visible as they are necessary .<br />
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Yoki quotes Aristotle in saying ”
Excellence is an art won by training and habituation.” He states
that training is the path to improvement ,reducing resistance to
change and changing behaviors. The goal being “unfreezing”
existing thinking and to replace it with new ideas, along with new
learned behaviors and practices. Ideally they are then “frozen”
to create a whole new way of doing things.<br />
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To change health care Yoki advocates
taking one small step in the right direction. So where do we begin.
Wiser minds than I , are hopefully attempting to redesign our
health care delivery system. In our life time I imagine these
changes will not come easily. But they have come non the less.</div>
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Perhaps rationing health care for
seniors is the beginning of the beginning, but certainly not the end
of a long unpaved road. It will not be a pleasure trip, maybe more
like a survival course. Hopefully ,the next generation will benefit
from a refined health care delivery system.<br />
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In the USA,we would be wise to use
our advances in health care with a greater respect. To consider
carefully about those that would benefit most and how we are to pay
for the delivery and the expertise needed. Limits in the pursuit of
a prolonged life beyond what is reasonable and after it is of no
value to the patient, is not considered morally right by those of us
that have such a compass. Yet , we continue to struggle with
its ambiguity and against tides.
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There are religious implications
against the removal of a feeding tube, on a poor lifeless and
mindless soul . Considered wrong by some, as it is said, there is
considerate merit to man's suffering.
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We need a change . We need appropriate
health care that does not hold over its head the threats of
disproportionate liability for those in its practice . Something that
has often lead to “ defensive medicine” a practice that has
always meant increasing the cost of the delivery of health care.
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By the provision of broad stroke
education to the public on self care as it relates to basic health
maintenance, and chronic disease management, has been known to
maintain optimum health for those who practice it. Improved health of
the general population ,is a possibility who's time has come.<br />
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Will the change be to socialized
medicine ? Many other countries that have this in place are unhappy
with it and others continue to come to the shores of our United
States for our high standards of care. As it is, health care is
designed for the young and the well. Others who are our citizens ,
must walk away as it is not within their reach in the new plans.<br />
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We have been both blessed and cursed by
our success in the delivery of our health care. We still are one of
the best. Hopefully, in our attempt to make it affordable ,we don't
have to “throw out the baby with the bath water.”</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-640996811253430510.post-28241643084641913942014-05-20T17:23:00.001-04:002014-05-20T17:24:57.438-04:00Have you seen my Muse ?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<em>Hello my dear followers</em><br />
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<em>I'm on a mission to find my long lost muse. I miss him and his company at my side. Especially his silent manner that left my mind free to fill empty pages with stories and musings of the moment. He didn't leave in a ranting rage, he just quietly slipped out the door when a man, someone special, came into my life</em><br />
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<em>In spite of my full life, I long for the time for free thought and space for creativity. I miss my unassuming muse, when I search among the archives of my mind, Where I find the loose and meaningless mantra of my thoughts and fine tune them until I make sense of them and turn them into a story.</em><br />
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<em>If you see him please send him back to me. You will recognize him because of his red curly hair. Although it could have a spattering of gray. Until he returns my "creativity " is packed inside with all of life's other clutter. Tell him I am sorry that I let him down and that I have fluffed up his pillow on his chair and set it in the sunlight. A seat he always loved.</em><br />
<em>Thank you, Olivia</em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-640996811253430510.post-207816921050400962013-04-15T19:16:00.001-04:002013-04-15T19:16:14.832-04:00Sometimes its this and sometimes its that<em>Hello my dear followers, I'm back after going nowhere, well not really, since I last posted my life has been in full motion. My blog took last place in the long list of things going on in my life. All of them good I might add ,even though my muse left town for awhile.</em><br />
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<em>Poetry has often come easy to me, so I have opened this door to creativity.</em><br />
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I will sputter and spurt bursts of random thoughts and splash it across my pages here. I hope that you will be touched by my words, or even inspired to write and add your own color to your world and mine.</em><br />
<em>Thank you for stopping by,</em><br />
<em>Olivia</em><br />
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<strong><em>Sometimes it's this and sometimes its that,</em></strong><br />
<strong><em>Like it's too cold or too hot</em></strong><br />
<strong><em>We have too little or too much</em></strong><br />
<strong><em>Or we're too thin or too fat.</em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>Sometimes it's this and sometimes it's that, </em></strong><br />
<strong><em>We use every excuse under the sun.</em></strong><br />
<strong><em>Always avoiding what needs to be done,</em></strong><br />
<strong><em>The couch potato in us feels like more fun</em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>Sometimes it's this and sometimes it's that,</em></strong><br />
<strong><em>Warming when the ray of sunshine comes our way.</em></strong><br />
<strong><em>With long walks and footsteps waiting in the sand,</em></strong><br />
<strong><em>Yet we know that the tides will soon wash them away</em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>Sometimes it's this and sometimes it's that,</em></strong><br />
<strong><em>Troubled souls exhausted, yet, with feet firmly planted others are born</em></strong><br />
<strong><em>Without our will, today will be the yesterday that we all fretted about.</em></strong><br />
<strong><em>While our tomorrows will always bless us with every promised new dawn.</em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>THINGS THAT SADDEN MY HEART </em></strong><br />
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<a href="http://www.helium.com/items/2435067-no-rock-a-bye-baby" target="_blank">http://www.helium.com/items/2435067-no-rock-a-bye-baby</a><br />
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<em>Twas 11 days before Christmas, around 9:38</em><br />
<em>when 20 beautiful children stormed through heaven's gate</em><br />
<em>their smiles were contagious, their laughter filled the air.</em><br />
<em>they could hardly believe all the beauty they saw there.</em><br />
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<em>they were filled with such joy, they didn't know what to say.</em><br />
<em>they remembered nothing of what happened earlier that day.</em><br />
<em>"where are we ?" asked a little girl, as quiet as a mouse.</em><br />
<em>"this is heaven." declared a small boy. " we're spending christmas at God's house."</em><br />
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<em>when what to their wondering eyes did appear,</em><br />
<em>but Jesus, their savior, the children gathered near.</em><br />
<em>He looked at them and smiled, and they smiled just the same.</em><br />
<em>then He opened His arms and He called them by name.</em><br />
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<em>and in that moment was joy, that only heaven can bring</em><br />
<em>those children all flew into the arms of their King</em><br />
<em>and as they lingered in the warmth of His embrace,</em><br />
<em>one small girl turned and looked at Jesus' face</em><br />
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<em>and as if He could read all the questions she had</em><br />
<em>He gently whispered to her, "I'll take care of mom and dad"</em><br />
<em>then He looked down on earth, the world far below</em><br />
<em>He saw all of the hurt, the sorrow, and the woe</em><br />
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<em>then He closed His eyes and He outstretched His hand,</em><br />
<em>"Let My power and presence re-enter this land."</em><br />
<em>"may this country be delivered from the hands of fools"</em><br />
<em>"I'm taking back my nation. I'm taking back my schools! "</em><br />
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<em>then He and the children, stood up without a sound.</em><br />
<em>"come now my children,let me show you around."</em><br />
<em>excitement filled the space, some skipped and some ran.</em><br />
<em>all displaying enthusiasm that only a small child can.</em><br />
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<em>and I heard Him proclaim as he walked out of sight.</em><br />
<em>"in the midst of this darkness, I AM STILL THE LIGHT ! "</em><br />
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<em>Written by Cameo Smith, Mt Wolf, Pa</em><br />
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<em>What ever happened to having a difference of opinion and agree upon just that ? Our values are unique to us individually as are our mixed cultures that have melded into our America.</em><br />
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<em>We don't have to agree on everything, but we should be respecting each other and the spices we each choose to color our own individual lives. They should be part of the tapestry of our America. We are all just a parade through history, going down our crowded streets and it is our differences that makes the parade, by adding color to all of our lives.</em><br />
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<em>We don't have to be Italian to enjoy Italian food or a fisherman to eat fish. Yet, our trend toward a self destructive society is likely to make hash of us . Instead of highlighting what's special in each of us,and that which makes us uniquely who we are. </em><br />
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<em>W</em><em>hy must the values that so many of us hold true be traded or replaced by a new age believing "their" way is the only right way ? To be happy is a right belonging to all of us, or at least that's the way it used to be. Why must there be only one path to that goal? </em><br />
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<em>We risk in the end that we will all stand on barren land; absent of each other because we failed to see that inside out we are all the same, and even look like each other's brother.</em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-640996811253430510.post-86794340868744323012012-07-21T12:37:00.000-04:002012-07-21T15:53:38.022-04:00The night when fiction became real and its horror<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<em>When they left for the movie that night they didn't know that the "Joker" in the movie house was going to be real. He in all his brilliance was led to commit a horrific crime as the fictional "Joker" has been known to do. There was no real Batman to bring him to his knees before he was able to cause the terrible pain of that night on 7/20/2012 in Aurora ,Colorado, USA</em><br />
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<em>Act one was indeed that of true insanity, a scene that left real bleeding hearts, some victims slumped in their seats and others that lie scattered along with their popcorn, and caused the real pain that one could only imagine.</em><br />
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<em>A young couple with an infant in their arms believed they would have a night out before she was due for the next feeding, instead they held her limp body to their broken hearts. And too, the pain of a six year old son taken so cruelly from his parents. Many teens helped to drag each other out of the theater as their blood soaked lives took a twisted turn, taking their innocence along with it. Families and friends then spent the night outside of the theater sobbing as they awaited the final and worse pain that indeed their loved ones were part of this horror story,and part of the crime scene being investigated through out the night. So too we sob in our hearts with them for their loss, and we can only pray that they will be comforted in their grief .</em><br />
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<em>Our God wants us to be merciful during these times and to forgive even what seems unforgivable, for us the common man, who among us can muster up the strength to be able to do so at this time ? Is even the" Joker" in pain too ?</em><br />
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<em>The brilliance of his mind that took him through grad school could have brought so much to all of us as a physician, then suddenly it became one of distortion. Replaced now by a grandiose fictional character of fear and violence instead of the healer he had hoped to be.</em><br />
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<i>It seems that we spend most of our time censoring our behavior. Taking on instead political correctness, a behavior that now stunts our enthusiasm, dilutes our spontaneity and for many leaves us feeling a great void in our hearts.</i><br />
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<i> </i><i>As we stumble a while trying to regroup and regain some sibilance of control, we try to separate those heart felt beliefs that we have, from those that are just part of our present day. There are changes going on in our society over which we have no control, changes that we will most likely have to acquiesce .</i><br />
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<i>We are standing in the middle of a crossroad. Neither here or there, but somewhere in between our present and our future, not unlike everyday is but with a bolder and radical drift away from the solid foundation we have built on in the past. </i><br />
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<i>The beaches that our service men find themselves on in foreign countries are always hot, cruel and barren. No picnics or parades. Their wives, lovers or frolicking children are always on their minds. It is those memories from home that help to keep them strong. They think of their last encounters with loved ones as they lean on crumbled walls holding on to only weapons, they can only pray that they will return home again. As most of us will do, especially on this Memorial Day 2012</i><br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-640996811253430510.post-41499987368495114012012-05-07T10:50:00.002-04:002012-05-07T10:50:41.177-04:00" Be the change you want to see"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>With an open mind I often search history and find words that the wise have spoken in the past and find that they still apply today and will in all of our tomorrows. Why reinvent the wheel when it is the same wheel that rolls from the past and into our future ? Truly the wheels go round and round. </i><br />
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<i>" It's the action, not the fruit of the action that is important. You have to do the right thing. It may not be in your power, may not be in your time, that there will be any fruit. But that doesn't mean you stop doing the right thing. You may never know what results come from your action. But if you do nothing, there will be no results."</i><br />
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<i>In spite of our political differences and changes that history has made we remain the same.</i><br />
<i>We all live with the u</i><i>nrest at home and around the world. Where lives are used up fighting over land and territory that by the grace of God is only loaned to us, for our brief time on earth. The discourse in the pursuit of power over Global control has lessened us as a whole. Our strength</i>s <i>could be better used for good in the world. Instead, our greed and lust for power takes from us the peace that we seek.</i><br />
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This Airline failed to take flight and meet the public's expectations of what is considered fairness in the public's eye. They missed a perfect opportunity to win over the public during these hard times and possible would have been rewarded by the flying public.<br />
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The social media of today has now harnessed a powerful position in our lives. The power of the people. Although it's not without risk, it can influence users to support those who have been mistreated, ignored, abandoned or who are in need, such as FB's most recent undertaking listing organ donors.The silent majority is no longer silent and can change many things by saying out loud "listen up." <br />
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The airline that flew off and left a retired sick Marine standing alone without a refund, will likely be flying with empty seats as the public expresses their outrage. Sometimes action speaks louder then words. <br />
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<i>Quiet acquiescence suits some who know where the power lies. Yet our heavy hearts had hoped for a better world for our children.</i> <i>We worked hard and quietly took care of the needy in our neighborhoods. Every man's accomplishment was cheered on and rewarded with pride and the respect one had earned. We encouraged on going education and planted christian values in our children. We got caught up in the ecumenical movement and respected all faiths and the men who built values for all of us to measure up to. We are aware of our own flaws and do not give up, we will fight for what we cherish.</i><br />
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</poetry :="" <i="" dare="" i="" you=""><i>Daddy said someone took mommy away... And he cried with my brother and me... Hoping she would come home any day... Wanting things like they used to be... Daddy cradled us carefully... In the place we called home... The now burned down halls... Where we cried and we roamed... <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When we go to that space... Where other dead children Are kept in this place... A place between life... And their sad unknown... A garden of lost children... Who are never alone.. </i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-640996811253430510.post-11291604988771770592012-01-31T11:35:00.000-05:002012-01-31T18:06:21.634-05:00Words left in the shifting sands..<i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>After walking the shores in South Jersey, I wondered where my inspiration would come from, then when I least expected it, the sand showed me everything I needed to know.
As we are bombarded by the media with incoming messages that all we know is likely to change and not necessarily for the better. I wondered if these words were indeed true, or were they like the small and large sand castles that lined the shores last summer.
Many beach lovers, especially the young children with the help of their moms and dads, spent hours creating sand castles. Some, in between eating their hot dogs and drinking their warm soda, actually drew a crowd. A competition began and their castle's took on a life of their own. Each bigger and more uniquely beautiful than the other as the day went on. The rest of us re-lathered with suntan lotion dragged our blankets over to our favorite spots, and watched them until the sun slowly took their spotlight away.
Today in the chill of a winter sun, the castles are all gone, having been wiped away by the reality of the season and changing tides. The barren beach is now left with only pock marks where fragments of litter lie and where castles once sat.
We wonder about our times and our truths, and because we believe, or not, we do know that new castles will be built by our young when the time is right. And even though we have no control over these things, the seasons will gracefully grant us another chance to enjoy the warmth of summers and to live as if the tides will never come. </i></i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-640996811253430510.post-67299922092799609162012-01-24T16:09:00.001-05:002012-01-24T16:18:34.384-05:00"There are two ways of spreading light, be the candle or the mirror that reflects it"<i>Extreme Makeover was one of the most popular TV programs during the last nine years.</i><br />
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<i>Those who volunteered and those who contributed to its success received the accolades they so deserved. The final show was in Joplin Missouri where they began the resurrection of a town that was hit by a devastating tornado last summer</i>.<br />
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<i>In addition to building and furnishing seven homes in a week. More was being done behind the scenes, the community park was rebuilt and college scholarships were offered to graduating seniors</i>. <i>Massive donations, and corporate support found ways to begin getting Joplin back on their feet again.</i><br />
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<i>I find myself bored by the mundane and the redundancy in today's political unrest. We are witnessing the subtle indoctrination of our youth,both in our society and in our great halls of education. The language used has been changed to meet and great an idealistic, but unrealistic new world vision. One that has failed in the past, yet it appears we are doomed to repeat.</i><br />
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<i>If we were truly to learn from our mistakes,and to move forward to rights and freedoms for all, our best lessons would be in our history. Yet,it is said, that</i><i> has been changed to be part of the larger plan, one that is not within our control As if the puppets with strings to the puppeteer.</i><br />
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<i>"Be courteous to all,be intimate with a few,and let those few be well tried before you give them your confidence." </i><br />
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<em>May you too..have precious memories that last you a lifetime.</em><br />
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<em>Make more good memories..that's what life is all about. It is our gift from the child born in the manger.</em><br />
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<em>You would think that a dog is a dog right ? No, in every case no. This small 4 pound yorkie was more like a cat. She jumped high off the ground and pulled off the scarf I was wearing when we first met. Never still and in constant motion. Yet, I found myself still making the decision to keep her after her owner found her more than she could handle and was ready to give her up. I spent two weeks wondering if I had made a big mistake with this little dog.</em><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4BAlGwO1dKYTwVv_DE9cUFlKZ9CYKewqD9brttFbcSZkymCHh04eK6rpz-JgjNkZI16JrayXic9cDaijceuvs3akgoP_6t5_u25SIKh0otPGHyf8eEZcWIdg6vs4kQeFYJ-KdQhYk3tSH/s1600/IMG_0188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" mda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4BAlGwO1dKYTwVv_DE9cUFlKZ9CYKewqD9brttFbcSZkymCHh04eK6rpz-JgjNkZI16JrayXic9cDaijceuvs3akgoP_6t5_u25SIKh0otPGHyf8eEZcWIdg6vs4kQeFYJ-KdQhYk3tSH/s320/IMG_0188.JPG" width="320px" /></a></div><em>But slowly she came to me and looking up at me as if to ask "can I trust you ?" One day she leaped up into my lap and stayed there. We finally made a connection. The kind that is comforting like one's favorite blanket or old worn slippers. I gave her a name I thought suitable to her personality, Sasha, she follows me room to room, even knows the time of day and night when she will let me know that its later then ususal for anyone of our routines.</em><br />
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<em> She is 10 pounds of willful independance and tucks herself into any suitcase or box that she thinks will leave without her. She also has her own travel bag and doesn't mind being tucked under the front seat of an airplane, in spite of her ticket being as costly as mine. She never barks in public and is used to the attention she gets when I have to take her out of her bag going through security. And me, clumsily like any barefooted, laptoped, dog traveler I think most of the time it goes well.</em><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGVLlNPj6C15ZkzYi4raktHT-Y73ljpcmJaCW_SHl2-M98lBdVbOsEHerSTIwXatsbcH57URsIx4cJjfHL3heRQ4EJlboAVdCeXFZKkg6uV6uBJ4bKqARUIZHEtqBVpva0plmnCQjCbxnt/s1600/bigstock_Yorkie_1370575.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="223px" mda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGVLlNPj6C15ZkzYi4raktHT-Y73ljpcmJaCW_SHl2-M98lBdVbOsEHerSTIwXatsbcH57URsIx4cJjfHL3heRQ4EJlboAVdCeXFZKkg6uV6uBJ4bKqARUIZHEtqBVpva0plmnCQjCbxnt/s320/bigstock_Yorkie_1370575.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><em>Much of my budget includes a pet sitter that cares for her when I travel without her. But I would never have it any other way. Because she is the first one to greet me when I return. And I yell to her " Sasha, Mommy's home" And I know it matters to her. 10 pounds of love that fills my world unconditionally, just one of the many I love in my life.</em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-640996811253430510.post-69366809552522634072011-12-05T08:52:00.001-05:002011-12-06T18:57:16.741-05:00The way the Christmas cookie crumbles<em>Every year my preparations for Christmas has included making cookies. All kinds of cookies, using an old fashion cook book. I begin making a different batch every day right after Thanksgiving. But I finally have fine tuned making Christmas cookies into an art form. I usually make only one batch a day in order to not get "cookie fatigue" . One day this week one of my batches didn't turn out well, they stuck to the cookie sheet , in the end when I finished them they were a pile of crumbled cookies. Feeling disappointed and while eating far too many of the pieces that tasted good , a light bulb went off in my head. "Make cookie crumbles to put on ice cream" it said. So I crumbled the rest of the broken cookies into smaller pieces and packaged them in colorful Christmas boxes and then labeled them Christmas crumbles for ice cream.Then I put a colorful bow on the top. Needless to say my misadventure turned out better than I could have imagined. </em><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwaS3z4L12ETW1rq5L3yNDdZukz_6vwQ8FYFNw5TF38s38-80iLFBgiWKDzMPA4omplNeydWgpj7VuGVcHr4klHZUCRO4WN1roABNwjyHxAWpc_X2iQ5yK6y3bPNQ1SRpmV4roQPh_Aw8Y/s1600/bigstock_Christmas_Cookies_16150319.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" height="212px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwaS3z4L12ETW1rq5L3yNDdZukz_6vwQ8FYFNw5TF38s38-80iLFBgiWKDzMPA4omplNeydWgpj7VuGVcHr4klHZUCRO4WN1roABNwjyHxAWpc_X2iQ5yK6y3bPNQ1SRpmV4roQPh_Aw8Y/s320/bigstock_Christmas_Cookies_16150319.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/iW8wMMIVBFM?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><em>There is so much in life that turns out to be like crumbled cookies. It has become a pass time for some of us to see just how creative we can be with our lives. Sharing the struggling economy, fractured relationships,or the pain of loss in our lives. However, if we keep focused on what really means the most to us, even our crumbled cookies can turn out to be a gift. Especially,if we can remember that the most important ingredient is love.</em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2