Hello 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.
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 . 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.
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. Thank you, Olivia
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. . Poetry has often come easy to me, so I have opened this door to creativity.
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. Thank you for stopping by, Olivia
Sometimes it's this and sometimes its that, Like it's too cold or too hot We have too little or too much Or we're too thin or too fat. Sometimes it's this and sometimes it's that, We use every excuse under the sun. Always avoiding what needs to be done, The couch potato in us feels like more fun Sometimes it's this and sometimes it's that, Warming when the ray of sunshine comes our way. With long walks and footsteps waiting in the sand, Yet we know that the tides will soon wash them away Sometimes it's this and sometimes it's that, Troubled souls exhausted, yet, with feet firmly planted others are born Without our will, today will be the yesterday that we all fretted about. While our tomorrows will always bless us with every promised new dawn. THINGS THAT SADDEN MY HEART http://www.helium.com/items/2435067-no-rock-a-bye-baby
Twas 11 days before Christmas, around 9:38 when 20 beautiful children stormed through heaven's gate their smiles were contagious, their laughter filled the air. they could hardly believe all the beauty they saw there.
they were filled with such joy, they didn't know what to say. they remembered nothing of what happened earlier that day. "where are we ?" asked a little girl, as quiet as a mouse. "this is heaven." declared a small boy. " we're spending christmas at God's house."
when what to their wondering eyes did appear, but Jesus, their savior, the children gathered near. He looked at them and smiled, and they smiled just the same. then He opened His arms and He called them by name.
and in that moment was joy, that only heaven can bring those children all flew into the arms of their King and as they lingered in the warmth of His embrace, one small girl turned and looked at Jesus' face
and as if He could read all the questions she had He gently whispered to her, "I'll take care of mom and dad" then He looked down on earth, the world far below He saw all of the hurt, the sorrow, and the woe
then He closed His eyes and He outstretched His hand, "Let My power and presence re-enter this land." "may this country be delivered from the hands of fools" "I'm taking back my nation. I'm taking back my schools! "
then He and the children, stood up without a sound. "come now my children,let me show you around." excitement filled the space, some skipped and some ran. all displaying enthusiasm that only a small child can.
and I heard Him proclaim as he walked out of sight. "in the midst of this darkness, I AM STILL THE LIGHT ! "
As we are flooded by hostility and swimming in the ever widening divide between us, most of us are beginning to feel the strain. Being politically correct is now taking a toll on us. Even with close friends I now use extra care to reinforce our love for each other in spite of our political differences today.
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.
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.
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.
Why 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?
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.
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
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.
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 .
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 ?
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.
In addition to the despair his parents, and friends must feel, he like so many others that are led to these acts of violence; has once again shaken us to our very core. Another reality check on just how fragile our minds are. Once again we are reminded that even the brightest among us can drift into the unknown areas of darkness and despair.
We can only hope and pray that families and friends can intervene in time to save others from the horrors of the troubled mind.
The fourth of July is here again. But something feels different this year. Gone are the spontaneous celebrations of another summer beginning, another parade and cook outs that filled our bodies and souls with good food and friends. Suddenly when we least expect it, life as we knew it has taken a new course.
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.
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 .
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.
"It's a small world after all " rings painfully true and not just a childhood memory from the worlds Fair. Will we ever become stronger because we share our strengths or will we succumb to the greed and jealousy of our human nature ? We are all here on earth for a very short time and we are merely guests on this blessed land. Outsiders will twist our pictures to fit their albums and we can only pray that we will be recognizable.
It is up to each individual to decide for themselves what values they will hold on to, and what they are willing to let go of in our ever evolving society. History takes its own journey and ready or not we can travel with it with hopes to see a new light where there was once darkness. Or we can choose to add our own light with our own candles and maybe even light a candle for someone else.
With memorial day weekend approaching take the time to tell your family and friends how special they are to you and that you love them. Do not live out your life as if there will always be tomorrows for some this may not be. Feed your family nourishment for both their body and soul. Share pictures and good memories make them part of today.
Whether it be picnics or parades that help you celebrate this holiday remember those who are far from home. Those who spend most of their lives defending our country in far away places. .
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
