When God Plays

     I believe in God. Some people do, some don't. I respect your decision either way. I have my reasons for believing. I was raised in church, but that's not why I believe. Yes, that's how I heard about God, and Jesus and prayer, but that's not why I believe. There are many reasons I believe, but one of the main reasons is I have had too many things happen when I prayed that just couldn't be a coincidence.
   
     I was raised from childhood to pray. So I do. I talk to God about everything. Recently, when my grandson was coming to visit, I talked to God about helping me keep the six year old entertained during this time when everybody is supposed to stay away from everybody else.

     Usually, I would take him to a splash pad or the zoo or, his favorite place, the aquarium. But that was not in the cards this time. This time it was just us and the great outdoors. So, we went on adventures, and I hoped he wouldn't get bored.

     I like to go on walks in the morning and stare up at the beautiful sunrise but for a six year old, staring at the sky only keeps his attention for a split second.

     But, I should have never underestimated God. He had it handled from the time my grandson bailed out of the car and ran across the backyard. The first thing he found was a bunny that seemed to have no real desire to hop away.

As he explored more, he found a butterfly 

                                                                   that seemed to enjoy being petted. 

Now butterflies are nice, but my grandson loves dragonflies. So God made sure he threw thousands of them around my house just for his entertainment. We went dragonfly hunting just about every day.

Those creatures are fairly common around our place, so after the first day I was again worried that my grandson would get bored with seeing the same animals and bugs every day. But, never fear, God wanted to play. 

On one of our morning walks, I saw a dark mound under a tree. At first glance I thought it was just a pile of leaves, but I decided to inspect a little closer.

 It was a turtle. Now, seeing a turtle is cool, but God just decided to show off and let us watch as the turtle laid eggs. I've never seen a turtle lay eggs. Have you?

My grandson is fascinated with bugs of all kinds. He can tell you interesting facts about many of them. On one of our walks we found a live Cicada still in it's exoskeleton.

It was in the middle of the street so we decided to rescue it. My grandson asked how long it would be before it shed it's shell. I had no idea. 

After putting the Cicada on a low branch in one of our trees, we went inside. 

Of course, ten minutes later we had to check on him. 

Do you know what we found?

We found him shedding his shell! God was really enjoying playing, and he wasn't done yet.

A storm was coming and my grandson asked when was the best time to see lightning. I told him when it got dark. God figured the best way for him to see was to show him. So he put on a magnificent lightning show. (not my photo, I was too busy watching the show)

We found mounds of golden mud in our yard on one of our adventures and my grandson asked what it was from. I told him it was a crawdad hole. God didn't want the little boy just to see an empty hole without showing him what lives in it, 

so...

I thought I had seen everything by then. I had lived in my house for twenty some odd years and had seen one, count them, one crawdad the whole entire time. You wanna know how many times I have seen a turtle lay eggs before God decided to play? None. El zippo, zilch. Same goes for the Cicada shedding his shell. And guess what? He still wasn't done.





Remember me telling you that my grandson loved bugs.? God decided to put a little icing on the cake before my grandson's trip ended with the appearance of what my grandson called a Citrus Longhorn Beetle. Pretty cool looking little guy.









So yes, I do believe in God, and I do believe he hears us pray. I believe God loves, more than anything, when his kids are joyous and boy did he see joy on a six year old little boy this week when he played with him. Not to mention a few giggles from me.

I'm going to love you...

     Ahhhhh... young love. That fluttery feeling that you get in your chest every time that guy or girl appears. You barely can breathe. Oh, and the first kiss.

The first time your lips touched and lightening bolts shoot through your entire body. And what about the moment that you knew that person that left your legs weak was the ONE.








     There is nothing like love. It's the greatest feeling in the world. But, I heard someone say not too long ago, that that love, that passionate, adoration, knee weakening love is for fairy tales and romance novels. Why? Have we become a society that has become disillusioned with love? Or have we forgotten how to love or what it is?

     We all know that feeling when we meet our true love. The attraction, the passion, the never wanting to be separated from them. Their kisses and touches make you feel like the world stopped.

     After marriage, we quickly fall into routines and jobs and dealing with kids and trying to balance it all can be so overwhelming that after a while we feel like we are just surviving. The last thing we think about is love. We push love aside for another time and that other time keeps getting pushed down the road until years have passed and suddenly the one we loved, the one who we couldn't stand to be separated from, the one who made us weak in the knees is nothing more than a companion. How sad is that? Do you know what is even sadder? Suddenly losing someone that you once loved with all your heart.

     There is a song titled "Love You Like I'm Going to Lose You." We think the people we love will always be there. But, sometimes that's just not true. Sometimes the ones we love the most, suddenly are taken from us. If you don't think it will happen to you, don't be too sure. No one knows their last day.

   

       One day you are playing out your usual daily routine of chaos and the phone rings and someone is on the line telling you the one you love has been in an accident or gotten sick. It all becomes too real too quick and suddenly you can't remember the last time you told them you loved them and you wonder if you will ever be able to tell that person how much you love them again let alone show them how much you love them.
     We need to stop and take a breath and realize what we have. Think about those first days, that electricity, that first kiss, the adoration. That passion. Then we need to love that person like we're going to lose them. Be more than a companion. Tell them what they mean to you and show them that you love them with the passion and adoration that you did when you first fell in love with them. It's not too late to rekindle that love. No matter how old you are.

     

Random Ramblings of Cabin Fever

     Shelter in place, they say. So, I do. I've only gotten out to go to town a handful of times these past couple of weeks and that was just to go to the store and pharmacy and maybe just ride around.
   
    I've filled my time with writing and little projects around the house like the DREADED pulling weeds but even that has been put on hold because it has been raining.
   
   I go for walks and have set up a quasi gym in my spare bedroom and been exercising as much as possible, because that is what the healthcare professionals say to do to build your immune system.
   
   Am I afraid? Well...honestly? Yeah. I think everyone is a little. It's the unknown. We are having to take a wait and see attitude because no one really knows what will happen tomorrow. No one really knows if all the reports are accurate or if there will be a vaccine made available or medications that will lessen the severity. It's all speculation at this point. It's good to be a little afraid because that makes you a little more cautious and cautious is good at this point. You think about your actions, take few more healthy steps, wash your hands a little better, a little more.
   
    But, although I will admit to being afraid, I have faith that everything will work out. We will come out of this. Our country might look a little different, but we will come out with the knowledge that, though we may be a bit battered and bruised, we may have a few cuts and scrapes, we fought through the battle and won. And yes, this is a battle. This is a war on our country and the world. We, as soldiers, have been given instructions to fight, and we must take it seriously just as if we have been given guns and ammunition.
   
    So, stay home if at all possible. Wash your hands often and disinfect anything that comes into your house. Don't touch your face. Eat healthy foods with lots of color. Get some exercise and get some sleep. If you have family with you, spend quality time with them. Video chat with those who aren't with you.

     And don't forget to take the time to remember, even through these uncertain times, you are blessed.
   

Life's a Beach

    There really is nothing like spending some time at the beach to stop all of the spinning plates in your life.
     The feel of the sand against your feet and listening to the waves crash against the shore can do wonders for the anxious soul...or not so anxious.
Anyone who have been to a beach, I'm sure, can attest that the sounds and smells and feel of the beach has a calming effect.

     There are many beautiful beaches in the US. I've been to a few and have some favorites. Each have their own special qualities.
      On a recent trip to Port Aransas Texas we had the opportunity to capture a few special moments that were only made possible from being at the beach.

At the Ferry channel I watched the dolphins playing in the wake of a huge tanker ship.
Although I didn't get my own photos this is what it looked like. Something about seeing them just makes my heart sing.







There is a jetty in Port Aransas where people often go to fish. But there is something very special about the jetty. It is a favorite spot for sea turtles to hang out.

And, if you time it just right, there are certain times during the year that baby sea turtles are released.   

  Also during the spring Port Aransas has their annual SandFest. People come from all over to compete. Although we were a little early for that festival(we came for the OysterFest) there were people already practicing.







     Of course there are other things you can do while you are hanging out at the beach. We spent one morning collecting seashells.

And...

                      Rescuing wayward starfish. We made a difference for at least three.








Because of the winds coming off the surf, its a great spot for flying kites.










     I just wouldn't suggest doing it during spring break when the beaches are so crowded you can't move. But I wouldn't suggest going down there during that time anyway unless of course you are in college and want to have one crazy week with a bazillion other college students.
     But, one of my most favorite things to do when I am at the beach is get up early in the morning, grab a cup of coffee and take a walk. And wait...
    At some point it will happen. It will start out as a slight glow in the distant sky and it will grow. Beams of light will cascade across the clouds lighting them up in a rainbow of colors. I stand there and watch the miracle happen and it takes my breath away every single time.

Scattered Pictures

     I recently had a loss in my family and it got me to thinking about my family memories. Death always brings a wave of sadness, when you love someone, just because of the loss. But, looking back on the people I've lost, I smile, because they were in my life.
    I have had a rich life and some wonderful memories because of the people who are and were in it.

   My dad passed away when I was fourteen but I have to say he filled my life with some wonderful and exciting memories. He loved his toys. We had a red and white glittery fiberglass ski boat that we took out on the lake regularly when I was little. I remember my dad pulling me behind the boat on a large disk probably around the age of five or six then as I got a little older he taught me to ski on skis he made himself. I can actually remember him making them.

     He would pull me behind the boat until my arms felt like they would fall off or until I had inhaled too much lake water from trying to get up on the skis. I never was any good, never learned how to slalom ski. I was lucky to make it up on two, but it didn't deter me from having a great time on the water.
     My dad also taught me to ride a motorcycle. I can remember many trips along the back roads of Texas sometimes riding my Honda 100 that I shared with my sister and sometimes riding behind my dad.

There were a few times that the vibration of the wheels against the open roads lulled me to sleep. 






When I was around six my dad loaded the family up in our station wagon

and drove from central Texas to Miami Florida. It seemed to take forever to get there but I still have several memories of the trip including the one where we found out we were driving through a hurricane coming home and realizing the hotel we stayed in was destroyed from it.
   





     My step-dad came into my life when I was a teen. He was a cowboy through and through along with being a fireman. I quickly developed an interest in his line of work and he let me go on some of the calls with him. He was a dyed in the wool hero if I ever saw one. He was also a shade tree mechanic so before I went off to college he wanted to make sure I knew a few things about my truck.

     I can remember crawling under the truck and him making me drain the oil then grease the bearings in the wheel joints. He was just like my dad in the fact that he never thought girls couldn't do guy things but when I wasn't covered in grease and grime he still treated me like a princess.
     My grandma and grandpa were amazing. Being first generation immigrants they both had accents. My grandpa was Swedish and my grandma Czech. I can still remember the way they spoke. Grandpa could never say my name quite right.







He was another one who thought girls could do anything guys could and many times he would let me paint or build things with him when he was doing some of his carpentry projects and he took me fishing with him on many occasions.
   

My grandma could feed an army if we gave her thirty minutes. She loved to cook and bake and made the best sugar cookies in the world
and to this day I still have no idea what she meant by a pinch or a dash. I can't replicate her recipes to save my life even though I have tried a million times.



     My favorite thing she made was a lemon chiffon pie with a graham cracker crust. I absolutely love my memories cooking with her and have pulled my grandson in the kitchen with me a time or two to bake even though my food is nowhere near as tasty as hers. It's the memories that count.
 
  I could go on and on with memories that have made me feel like I lead a charmed life. Looking back, sometimes I do get melancholy when I think of them but it's just because I wish I had more time to make amazing memories with them. But, it helps me remember I need to be focused on making amazing memories with the ones I love who I still have with me.
   
   

24 to Life

     When I was writing 24 to Life, I had to come up with a good name for a gym that hadn't been used and the name 24 to Life popped into my head. It's meaning, at that time, was that the gym was open twenty-four hours for you to pursue a better life. I thought it was a pretty good name for a gym.
     As the story went on though, the name took on a different meaning and that is why it became the title of the book.
     We all will have days where we think life couldn't get any better and days where we think life can't get any worse. And the funny thing about life is, it can happen all within twenty-four hours. One day, you are hired for the job of your dreams and then next you wreck your car and have no way to get to that perfect job.
     But again, that's life and it's like the Oklahoma weather, if you don't like it, give it a minute or a day and it will change.
     Too many of us these days though, don't remember that. We get stuck in the muck and mire of the bad situations and we just give up. We don't remember the day we were hired for that perfect job or we found that perfect car or we met that perfect someone, we just look around at the right now and say, "It's never going to get better," and with that attitude, chances are it might not.
     The greatest victories in life are the ones where you grabbed hold of your bootstraps and pulled yourself out of the hole you were in. Whether you dug it yourself or just by circumstances out of your control, got thrown in, doesn't matter.
     What matters is, being a survivor not a victim. Regardless of what hand you are dealt in life, or how many times you get thrown down that hole, if you keep climbing out, you will see better days.
     Sometimes it takes a little longer than a day, but if you set your sights on getting up and not giving up, you will be rewarded.

In the Eye of the Beholder

     I woke up with this rolling around in my head this morning. What exactly is beauty?  Most people attach beauty to what they see on TV or in the magazines. Magazines are filled with faces and bodies that are considered perfect and beautiful with headlines that read "Top 10 Sexiest Men" or "Hottest Models." We all know that the people on TV and in the magazines have had artists applying their makeup and photographers getting their best angles. On rare occasions we get a glimpse into their real lives and see them behind the makeup and doctored photos and guess what? They are real people just like you and I, with scars and flaws.

      I truly believe, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Each person sees beauty differently. For most of us, seeing ourselves each and every day means we know where every flaw is, and we beat ourselves up over them. But, when our friends see us, they see past our scars and see our beauty. They combine what is on the inside with what is on the outside.
   
     I also think that seeing a person's true beauty takes time. Case and point. Have you ever found someone attractive on TV then heard them giving an interview or found out they kicked their dog and suddenly realized they weren't as attractive as you once thought? Or, saw someone on TV who you didn't think was runway model material but yet they had an inspiring interview or rescued a starving pup and suddenly you saw a beauty in them you hadn't seen before.
   
      I think everyone and everything has the power to be both beautiful and ugly. How you present yourself from the inside is what makes you beautiful on the outside.  It's the same in nature in many ways.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         



 There is beauty in a fire.
Watching the flames in all their colors is mesmerizing and beautiful.
   
   

         But when it is destroying homes and killing people and animals it's horrifying.

   



 A huge ocean wave to an experienced surfer is a thing of beauty.






     



But to a city on the coast, it spells disaster.






                             For someone who loves skiing the fresh powder

                    there is nothing prettier than beautiful snow capped mountains

Unless the snow gives way

If you search the world looking for ugliness, you will find it. If you search the world looking for it's beauty you will find it too. Beauty is in the Eyes of the Beholder.

Baby it's Cold Outside

     As I sit here in my warm, comfy house, I look out my window to see a dusting of snow on the ground and I giggle. I LOVE snow. Some people think I'm absolutely batty but I don't care. I LOVE snow. I can't say winter is my favorite season because I love the colors of fall and the flowers of spring but there is a lot to say about the beauty of winter.

     Now, I live in an area where we don't get that much snow. Temperatures don't drop below freezing all that often so I can't say I'm familiar with what people up north have to deal with being buried weeks on end with the white powder. I guess I could say I have an appreciation for it. Being raised in central Texas, snow was seldom seen so I think I could count on one finger how often I built a snowman growing up.

     But there is something about snow, about the look of it floating to the ground and the feel of it when you are making a snowball or a snowman that just makes my heart flutter. I get all giddy when I see the snowflakes drifting to the ground. The best thing is when they land on a window and you can see the actual flakes and their intricate design.






Have you ever stopped and actually looked at a snowflake? It's mind boggling how detailed they are.
   








     I know people complain about the cold or the treacherous road conditions or being cooped up in their house until things thaw but for me, it's magical. I could sit and watch the snow fall for days.





     What's not to love about being snuggled in a blanket by a warm fire, drinking a delicious cup of hot cocoa complete with marshmallows watching the snowflakes fall from the sky?

   

     But, being out in it can be just as fun. Walking through the snow, feeling it crunch under your feet and feeling the icy prickles on your face is invigorating. There is nothing like taking a walk after a snowfall and just staring at the beauty.

 
   

With one bout of magical weather, the whole landscape has transformed. Branches are covered with snow.

Everything is painted in a soft blanket of white. The air is crisp and clean or may be filled with the smell of fresh burned wood. 

It looks like glitter has been spilled over the landscape and somehow it feels like it has taken away all the muck and dirtiness and made it clean. Even if it's just for a while,

Sometimes taking a good long look at the beauty that surrounds us, is all you need to put a smile on your face.

Tell Me a Story

     This year starts a new chapter, (pun intended) in my life. I entered this year as a soon-to-be published author. I am just starting the process and I have no idea what to expect but I'm excited for the possibilities.
 
     I have always had a vivid imagination. As a little girl, I was always creating stories with my dolls. In school I enjoyed my English class because many of my assignments involved writing. I didn't like the grammar part so much but, who does? Let's move on.

    When I hit my teenage years my creativity was expressed through writing lyrics and songs and as an adult I wrote skits and plays.

    As of last year I started writing romance novels and low and behold my brain opened up with character after character telling me their story.

     I say that because of the way I write. My stories come out of nowhere and everywhere. There are bits and pieces of my life enter twined with ideas that are purely imagination. Where do the characters come from? Sometimes they are completely fabricated from my imagination. Sometimes they are someone I've met somewhere in my life. Once I have the characters formed and the outline of the story is in place, the characters guide me from one scene to the next. Sometimes the characters take me through scenes so fast I don't know if I can type fast enough.
   
     I tell people it's like watching a movie. The scenes are vivid. I can see the location. I know what the weather is like and whether it's in the city or country. All the senses get involved. If I have trouble with the visual, I get on the Internet and search until I find it. 

     I truly enjoy the art of writing, because for me, I am honestly as surprised when it's done as the reader would be. My stories never turn out exactly like I had initially planned. There are twists and turns and unexpected parts that I never even dreamed of until they happen to show up in my imagination ready to be added to the story.

     So, what happens now that I've written a novel? I really don't know. So far, I have had to figure out what I want the cover to look like and what the short synopsis should say in order to pull the reader in so they buy the book. The next step is editing to make sure the story isn't littered with grammatical errors. Again, that part of my English classes wasn't my favorite. From there...well, I guess we shall see.

   

   

Setting the bar...at eye level

     It's a new year and most of us, regardless if we spoke it out loud, have some things we want to accomplish this year. I have a plate full. I want to write, and de-clutter, lose a few pounds and the list goes on. Now, my writing is exciting to me, so it's not that hard. In fact, it kind of gets in the way of the de-cluttering and cleaning which I don't really enjoy doing at all. The losing weight thing, well, I know what I need to do, it's just setting it in motion.
     For most, the goals we set for the new year, normally don't get attained. But why? Well, like I said, fun things get in the way. They take the time that we should have spent on the goal. The most obvious reason we don't attain our goals though is...honestly, we set the bar too high. We say I'm going to declutter the house next week or I'm going to lose sixteen pounds in a month.
     The best way to attain your goal is set small goals each week that you know you can manage.
Here are some ideas
For De-cluttering
1. Set a goal to clean out a small area once a week-clean one closet, or even one drawer. Pull everything out have three piles KEEP, THROW, DONATE, go through it all and divide it then clean the area completely and only put back what you are keeping.
2. If you have electronics that are busted don't throw them away. Some electronic shops will take your busted items to use for parts.
3. Never dump old medication down the toilet or sink or in the garbage especially if they are painkillers. Check with your local police station for the safest way to get rid of them
4. Same with chemical such as pesticides, paint, oil. Check with your city to find a safe place to dump

For losing weight
1. Never look at it as losing weight. Look at it as getting healthy
2. Don't be reactive, be proactive. Most of us are on some kind of medication for high blood pressure, high A1c, Cholesterol Etc...most of it has to do with diet and getting the right balance in our bodies. There are doctors that teach healthy eating and exercise and use vitamins and minerals to strengthen the body instead of prescribing pills to take care of symptoms. Check for a Functional Medical Doctor in your area to help get you on a healthy regime.
3. Don't focus on the weight focus on moving. Look at your schedule throughout the day and figure out how long you are sedentary and just start moving. Even if you add ten minutes of movement a day that you didn't have in your schedule before, it will make a difference. Take a walk get some fresh air. Look for walking paths in your area.
4. Check out the gyms- this one comes with a precaution- check with your physician first. There are so many ways to get some exercise these days it's not even funny. Crossfit, yoga, pilates, zoomba, weight lifting, running, etc...find something that looks fun and try it out. There are usually trainers at the gyms that can help
5. Start small- don't try to do an hour of exercise to start off or lift a ton of weights- you will wear yourself out and get discouraged. Start small and work your way up.

Santa Claus, St. Nick, Pere Noel- What is the story behind Christmas

     I love the movie 'The Santa Claus.' It's one of my favorite Christmas movies. The line where Tim Allen lists all the names of Santa Claus always makes me laugh.






And surprise, surprise each one of those names is a  real name for Santa Claus. But where exactly did the story of Santa Claus delivering gifts from a sleigh with eight tiny reindeer come from.








One author from New York City named Clement Clarke Moore had something to do with it. In 1822 he penned a poem name 'A Visit from St. Nicholas.' The poem became one of the most read books at Christmastime, "The Night Before Christmas."
He developed the poem from two legendary figures,





St. Nicholas
who was known for gift giving and leaving presents in stockings










and Sinterklaas

the Dutch version of St. Nicholas who was traditionally known for his white beard and red clothing.


He threw in a smidge of Odin,





the pegan god of Yule, who road a flying horse with eight legs.





Moore also portrayed St. Nicholas as a jolly elf, not a religious figure.









He added a a pack of toys












and a sleigh with flying reindeer to give the poem just enough magic to become popular.

So, that took care of the look of Santa, the pack of toys, the idea of the stockings, the sleigh and flying reindeer. But what about the North Pole and elves? What about the naughty and nice list?

The answer is Thomas Nast, another New Yorker who was an illustrator. In 1862 the publication Harper's Weekly commissioned Nast to illustrate their Christmas edition. The renderings he produced transformed the idea of who Santa was and where he came from.

And last but not least, what about the history of the Christmas tree? The history behind the Christmas tree goes back ancient Egypt. It was thought that plants that remained green during the winter held special meaning. People would put evergreen boughs over their windows and doorways to ward off evil spirits. The decorated tree can be traced back to Germany in the 1600. Some scholars give credit to Martin Luther for adding lighted candles to the tree.






Of Course, Christmas, to many, is not so much about a man in a bright red suit riding in a sleigh with reindeer and handing out presents. In many different countries and cultures it's a time to gather together with family and friends to celebrate our beliefs. To be thankful for what we have been given. So, however you choose to celebrate Christmas, I wish you great love and Peace and joy for the season and the coming new year.