Never forget to be truthful and kind.
Hold these virtues tightly.
Write them deeply within your heart.
Found this on my mother’s Methodist calendar today, and it felt like she was speaking directly to me. A good reminder for us all.
We love and miss you, Mother!
Some weeks it seems like everything I touch just becomes a terrific hassle. Know what I mean? No matter what good intentions I have when I start, things just don’t seem to go well. On my IPad I lose websites, passwords don’t seem to work like they are supposed to, that darned split screen shows up and I can’t figure out how to fix it. After a while it becomes more effort than its worth to cope with it all.
So I say enough, enough, I’m done with it, for now at least, and I go and look for a good book. That solves that problem. Time goes on and we have some company show up unexpectedly and we all sit and eat some watermelon. My spirits begin to rise.
And I hear about something new, new to me that is. My friend has just bought some new Copper Chef cooking pans. She is raving about how great they are, and all of a sudden I remember all of my old pans, accumulated over the years, some of them are dilapidated, to say the least. This is it. It hits me that it is Amazon Prime Day this week, and what could be more in line with my thinking?
Needlesstosay, this triggered my finger on my IPad, and in no time at all I had placed my order for some beautiful shiny new Copper Chef pans. That was Tuesday. I had to wait for two days so I started going thru my old pans, packing them away in the garage. Yesterday the frying pans came and this morning a Dutch oven type showed up. They gleam with the color of a setting sun.
My gloom has disappeared. The house smells like pork thick ribs with barbecue sauce, and my world has become a wonderful place to be. I continue to enjoy all of the hours I can spend with my friends on Messenger on my IPad. It is amazing how bright my day has become. Thank you my special friend for inspiring me to write again today.
The sun is trying to shine again, but it makes no difference to me. I feel the warmth of my friends and family all around me.
Remembering the way you looked at me when I said “I love you.”
Remembering the way you looked at me when I said “I hate you.”
Remembering the way you looked away when I said, “I don’t understand you.”
Remembering the way you looked when I looked away from you.
Remembering the way you looked when I looked on beyond you.
Remembering the way you began to look when I avoided you.
Remembering the way I began to change when you began to look for me first.
Remembering the way you began to change when you remembered me each day.
Remembering the way you finally said, “I love you.”
Remembering the way you looked when I finally repeated back, “I love you.”
The circle goes round and round.