A little Sunshine if you please…….

Every year since I can remember, which for me is the dinosaur era, I have placed on my tree a little bit of sunshine.  Every time I look at it, I smile.  I’m reminded how simple my life was back then.  How simple my parents lives were.

There wasn’t a lot of money in our house so before recycling became the “in” thing to do now, my mom recycled….everything from plastic bread bags, bag ties, butter dishes and of course their lids, to papers and magazines.  She always found something to do with them.

When it came to Christmas decorations, we had the right amount.  We had old, traditional ornaments.  I don’t ever remember my mother buying new ornaments and putting them on the tree.  Christmas lights were another story though.  We  had ice lights, the kind that were round, came in different colors, and looked like a colored ice ball.  Really pretty on the tree.  There were bubble lights.  Lots of bubble lights.  I used to make a bet with myself to see which light would produce bubbles first.

The light strands were different back then, the bulbs were different, too.  They got hot.  Really hot.  I always thought it was from my sunshine light.  It would hang brightly on a branch until one Christmas it didn’t light up.  My ray of sunshine died………….

Instead of throwing it away, mom took it out of the socket, replaced it with another bulb that also got hot which prompted me to believe my sunshine was still alive and was burning brightly inside this other bulb.  Knowing this was my favorite light, she made an ornament out of it.  To this day, it’s still the same.  I’ve never straightened the foil on it, or put new hooks on it.  It looks, although maybe a little more tattered, the same as it did years ago hanging on the tree branch smiling at me.

It’s my favorite ornament.  Always will be.  Every time I look at it, its telling me “a little Sunshine if you please”………….

 

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In a blink…..

Thanksgiving is fast approaching.  Two days to be exact when my family and I will be settled down at the dining room table, feasting upon a turkey who so gallantly gave up his life so we could nourish ours.

The next two days will be filled with scents and aromas that I sorely missed last year.  This time last year I was recouping from injuries when I stumbled into a hole, buckling both my ankles, breaking bones and stretching muscles and tendons beyond their limits……..not a fun thing to have happen to you especially when you are in the middle of a desert, at night, battling for foot space with 10,000 other people…..

 

In a blink of an eye, my mode of human transportation was taken from  me….In a blink of an eye, my life turn topsy turvy…….

Because of this “in a blink of an eye” moment, this year I’m extremely grateful for having this past year fly by.  It’s a year that I do not wish to repeat….ever….I can set my eyes on Thursday, Thanksgiving Day, to the smells of the ol’ Tom turkey cooking in the oven…..

I have a lot to be thankful for this year and every day……my family…the roof over our heads that keep us warm in the winter, and cool in the summer….health, happiness…..the whole nine yards….but I think what I am most grateful for and one that I take for granted…….are my 5 senses………

If I couldn’t see I would be okay with that….memories will help me “see” what I once saw…..

If I couldn’t hear I would be okay with that….I will remember the sound of birds singing, the wind blowing through trees, my children laughing and crying, conversations with my hubby……….I will remember what their voices sounded like……..

If I couldn’t touch I would be okay…..I will remember the softness of a kittens fur, the silkiness of a babies skin, the texture of sand running through my fingers and on my feet as I walk………

If I couldn’t taste I would be okay…….I will remember the taste of my favorite foods as it hits my tongue…the coolness of ice cream, cold milk, hot tea…….turkey, dressing, mashed potatoes….pumpkin pie with whipping cream!

If I couldn’t smell I won’t be okay……I will have a hard time remembering what something smelled like….I will remember if it smelled good or it smelled bad, but not what it smelled like.  I will forget what wonderful aromas came out of the kitchen when I was growing up. The baking of bread, soups simmering on the stove……the smell of bacon frying up in a pan…..I will forget how babies smell.  The smell of baby powder, clean and fresh…….Charlie the dog when she has had her “spa” day, smelling like vanilla……

In a blink of an eye…..all or some of my senses could be gone…….life itself could be gone….in just a blink of an eye.  It’s in those blinks that you cannot get back………….those are the little things to hold on to forever in your heart, your mind, and your soul…………..

Happy Thanksgiving……..make everyday a thanksgiving day………….

 

Let’s Play….

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Million-Dollar Question.”

Why do I blog? Better question would be “why not blog”…….

I am an inner child, housed in a human body….I come out to play on a regular basis. It’s me, the inner child, that likes to write what my human sees, feels, and experiences.

Blogging is her way to let me continue to express myself……best part….she can blame me for poor choices, grammar errors, and subject titles…..I have no formal education, I’m not a writer…..I’m me….someone who sees and participates in life and then writes about it through the eyes of an adult!

Sticks, Stones & Stuff……

I take pictures…….I take pictures with my eyes, store them in gray matter via a lonely brain cell. I share these pictures from my eyes to whomever likes to view these pictures……I share pictures I’ve taken through my eyes via the lens of several cameras.  Some good, some not so good.  I am not a professional picture taker at all.  I take what I see and hope for the best that it turns out somewhat nice………if not……deleting is quite simple……….

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I find peace, relaxation, and excitement when I take pictures.  It gives me peace to be one with nature……..it relaxes me as I ponder the shot, the angles, the light…….the excitement comes from snapping the picture and sharing……………

When I travel, either near or far, I pick up treasures……simple, small pieces of a beach, a trail, or pathway that lies ahead of me.  Sticks, stones, sea shells, dried weeds, leaves……..all treasures that can be arranged and maybe something pretty once again can be viewed………

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IMG_5771Walking along a river bed, a lake shore, a sandy beach……I take a piece of the treasure they offer me and I give a piece of myself back….a piece of my heart………..

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Sticks, stones, and other stuff………..small treasures that give my heart a big smile each time I touch and hold them…………

Traditions

Halloween is the beginning of a Fall tradition.  When the kids were younger and heading out to trick or treat, dinner was the furthest thing from their minds……but the stinkers had to eat before they filled themselves up with sugar and bounced their way around the neighborhoods……chili was the easiest thing to fix……..along with garlic bread, deviled eggs, and an all time favorite….tapioca pudding…or fish eggs..I told the kids they were fish eggs.  They look like fish eggs!!!!……….This tradition started 33 years ago on Halloween…….I gave birth to a bouncing baby boy on October 31…………..my sweet mother-in-law cooked and fed them a delish concoction of chili that year………and I kept it up after that………..IMG_2435 .

……..so besides Halloween its also a birthday……it’s a Birthoween day here………

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I sat in the living room last night and listened as the kids made their way through the dry crackling leaves on the sidewalk, up the stairs to the porch, and ring the door bell and yell “trick or treat”…….it’s over with for another year……the tradition will live on…..chili will cook on the stove all day, eggs will boil for deviled eggs, and garlic butter will be slathered on slices of french bread……….I’ll listen to the sounds of footsteps in dry leaves once again……..falling leaves, blowing leaves…….all traditions of Fall that Mother Nature gives us……it never changes………….Halloween will be here, a birthday will be celebrated, and the leaves will once again fall to the ground, dry up, and scatter with the wind……..

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Dear Diary…

I’ve decided that blogging is a grownup version of “Dear Diary”…..you  known the books we all tried to write in on a nightly basis when we were children?  I came across mine not too long ago.  I had a good belly laugh when I opened the lock (had to pick it with a bobby pin), and thumbed through the pages of so long ago…..I’ve come to the conclusion that I was young, stupid, and very naive……actually I’m not much different from then…..other than I am not young!

I can’t for some unknown reason get my thoughts together long enough to write them down in a journal….give me a keyboard, a computer screen, and a file titled “My day to day life” and I can let the letters flow into words……go figure……..

My mind travels at the speed of light and my poor fingers cannot keep up half the time typing out the words….I have to stop, close my eyes, take a deep breath, and let my mind slow down……there is no way I could write that fast, the thoughts that are flowing in my gray matter…..so my “Dear Diary”, I will tuck you away in some drawer in my dresser, pile some unmentionables on top of you, and forget that I was once a young girl, full of wonderment, trying to make heads or tails out of growing up.  I will spread my words out on a computer screen, click save, and file my thoughts away…….

I do, I do believe in Magic!

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Do you Believe in Magic?.”

I do…..I do believe in magic..each morning that I wake up feeling my heart beat, the sound of my breath as I inhale another, I know that magic is on my side…I’m alive to greet another day, to spread the magic of living in a world full of life, love, and yes…..happiness.  You make your own magic happen….wake up, smell that coffee brewing, open your ears and  listen to the sounds of life surrounding you. Believe in the power of magic……create it, live it….be the magic…..