Forty Plus Miles

 Again, arising; always ahead. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support! 

       "And when you've turned back, strengthen your brothers.", the very instructions Jesus spoke to Peter about his betrayal (see Luke 22:32), and they keep coming back to me. I keep hearing them in my head for some reason. The even more interesting part though is how the first statement in that two part instruction is even more prominent; then the highlighting of the word WHEN. Not IF, or MAYBE, but WHEN.          In our "turning back" from whatever may seek our destruction, I'd like to believe Jesus has the same instructions for us, "strengthen your 'brothers' ". The verses escape me, but the Bible says that every trial is meant NOT ONLY to grow us, but to grow (even minister) to others who are walking through something similar.           Wherever you are, whoever you are, whatever you are facing, remember: "When you've turned back, strengthen your brothers." as you overcome, heal, and thrive....or whoever Je...

 Hope. Here. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support! 

       Walking in deserts, with little wind; still, there is. Walking in deep waters, with no shore; still, there is. Praying in each step taken, with little grace; still, there is. More grace than we know, than we see; still, there is. It only SEEMED there was little to none.  Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support! 

           Almost directly across the road from our house, somewhere in the country, an older farm house sits with some land, two barns and two small driveways. The pace is often changing, sometimes very active (most of the time), and other times it's quiet. When I looked across one day, I saw what looked like a cat resting on the driveway to the barns (where it gets busy more there than anywhere), and the sense of peace I felt from that encounter (even by simply watching it) prompted this poem below I wrote.          "Teach us to number our days Lord that we may gain a heart of wisdom (intentionality)." (Parenthesis emphasis mind). (Psalm 90); something this outdoor cat has obviously learned.  Calm Calm, and they know it,  taking full advantage of it,  sleeping while it's so. Rest, in the rest, of unusual paces and activities, recovering perhaps. Peace.... for now. Sleep well tired soul, for even cats as you need to ...

       Beyond the surface lies new, lies the valley being walked through, and the mountain to be ascended approaching sooner than expected. Beyond the problem lies the solution and ON THE WAY there IS joy; but will we look...will I look?         Beyond our to-dos there is a whole other world, where we MUST look. Otherwise we are merely existing.         Help us to look beyond the everyday to find the extraordinary within it; help me to Jesus....that we may see You in it all. In Your name Jesus we pray.  Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support! 

        Along bumpy roads I'm travelling... here, there, where nothing is as it seems. Down these unknown ways I'm making way... hopefully....yet I'm moving forward anyway. Along rough terrain I continue, down new paths that frighten and excite me, for I know that in the uncomfortable there is growth (something I long for).         Along wild ways I'm making way, something that I must remember; for failures and falling are reminders that SOMETHING is being done, and what to NOT do again.  Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support! 

 On some metal roof, black and white the cat sleeps there, from a ladder there. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support! 

        One seed, one soil, and possibility is planted. One word with one prayer and a hope of grace that begins; still, you plant. You see no results.... at first..yet you plant. Some new endeavor. Another working the soil of change where we are planting...where I'm planting...recognizing I'm not given these words, this blog for nothing.  Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support! 

            To the hammer I say, "Try and take me out! Try to strike me and I will only be shaped in useful and well crafted!". To the heat I call out, "Do it again, make me weaker and molding will be known in the hammering endured upon the tried soul!". Only usefulness will be seen, seen as Eternity's hands are witnessed making me better, even under the pressure of a hot summer's day; where God is working in ways you see not. Note About The Piece: The "hammer" is also the heat; just wanted to clarify that. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support! 

 Time; time toward triumph. Taking Tuesday today. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support! 

 Below is simply one of my times I struggle in the busy to write, (because I'm that busy); where I just need a moment to release the stress of the day through words.  Working Words Working words wildly wielding war.  Warfare with wrecked writing.  Rising, fighting,  writing again;  these working words on a takedown Tuesday. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support! 

       Here I am waking, straining to focus before the day begins. A stained cup glares at me and I am left to remember what it took to get here.         The ugly and beautiful speaks loudly to me, such a strange contrast, this welcome visual through these marks of life remaining. From such a seemingly ordinary thing a caffeinated soul welcomes this aid, this stimulant found empowering weary ones such as I, fueling us to rise and be their best.  Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!     

          The light rises, and with it the thing we call day; something is coming. Life wakens and begins to stir as new calls to everyone. Seeds of effort are gathered and taken to the fields of possibility... where anything can happen.            Here attempts are made, productivity is sought upon the environments that is unyielding, and we are stopped for a time. This is the stubborn ground most call hard days. We "plant" our "seeds " of efforts and it's constantly met with resistance, even frustration and disappointment; still we plant and work the "fields" called a new day.             These have been my days lately. Still, there is a new faith that is developed here where dependence on Jesus is established. This is where we learn that we can't do it all alone without Him. We may do some, but the results will be far less than magnificent. I am learning this lesson over and over, and it's not e...

       Years ago I had a car issue. Something happened to where we had to get the car started again, and then try and bring it to the house so it would be fixed. It was night, and so to make sure we made it, all the headlights and the radio had to be turned off. I was driving in the dark with one person ahead of me to be the light I needed in another vehicle, and someone behind me to be my brake lights so no one would crash into me (some neighbors who were willing to help us out then that I'm grateful for).          For some reason this memory keeps coming back to my mind, and I've asked God what He would have me do with this, what I am supposed to learn. I'm still seeking to listen for what answer He would give me regarding this question, yet I keep getting a strong impression that even in that night as God was protecting me (through the help of those neighbors) and leading me through the dark He is helping us even in our dark journeys of li...

Sailing the seas most call days I stop, stop and pause at some harbor of rest where I seek healing, where the necessary repairs to the "ship" of my life are made, where I recoup before going back to sea. I brace myself for the open waters ahead, collect what I must then set sail as I leave the safety and calm of this harbor of rest, entering again wild seas of another day of unknowns, where I go back to "sea" wondering what waters lie ahead. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!

             I find myself thinking again about the Israelites and the Manna that was provided them for a specified time (see Exodus 16). I keep thinking about how they had JUST enough for each day, and how they were to use that amount or it would be gone. This strange provision with a name that LITERALLY means, "What is it?" was completely fulfilling through and through.             I think about this 'cause I wonder what kind of "Manna" we have in our lives. What is our strange provision, and how do we use it? How am I choosing to use it here and now? Will it be gone if I don't use it (whatever it is)? Will it "rot" (or become a waste) if I try to store some of it for later when I'm not supposed to? I don't know. I just keep wondering if this "Manna" for me is a day, is God-given talents, even understanding and energy that is graciously provided by God.       ...

            This line keeps playing in my head from a song I used to listen to alot by John Reuben, "I feel like an amateur in a world of professionals", and I can empathize lately...ALOT. In this pursuit, endeavor, whatever you wanna call it of writing it's definitely been humbling. I have heard, read, and reflected on some EXTREMELY talented writers. I then ask the question, "Is it worth it?". Usually this is me wrestling with self conscious insecurities while reflecting on these words I've written.                    Sometimes I feel VERY encouraged by things I've written, other times the looming defeated mindset seeks to take me down and leave me there. Ironically though, even here a fire of persistence tends to rise in me and I start to write again.                     ...

           It would be one thing, then another. A plan would be in place, then a change would happen. The once smooth and ordered was suddenly different and I had to adjust. This is where the struggle happens, one where change and I clash. I wrestle with change, though I do not like the same thing all the time (ironic, I know).                     Ironically though, this is where growth also happens. In the same way a muscle must change and be broken down to be rebuilt stronger so must I. There must be some sort of way forward, yes. Steps toward a goal, absolutely. Dare I even say a plan; without question! It must not be rigid though, unable to be altered as necessary. Variables are the things I'm finding that make us better people in our responses to them as life happens, as moments change rapidly and often without warning. They are the very God-given cataly...

            One task then two, not perfectly though completed nonetheless. I see then hear the "rabbits" most call opposition nearby, rendered powerless to the determined; ones as I, forward moving, slow and steady. Loud. Louder, carrying farther than thought.  Louder. I hear the opposition lulled to sleep from exhaustion, where arrogance has put these "rabbits" to a "sleep" of sorts. Here I am travelling restfully through life and all that it brings.         I see then hear the snore, carrying for miles as my soul smiles upon receiving such a welcome sound of inevitable victory, one where I am found making way foward in this healthy pace of slow and steady. This is the beautiful thing, the pace that leads to victory, the way that doesn't take but brings restoration and abundance.            Here I am taking steps toward that "finish line" ; grateful for the ...

          The thump. The dizzy vision that follows, and I, stumbling 'round. Soul hurts from the "accidents" of life, the sudden impact with reality and failure, and I wander aimlessly for a time in the setbacks that hit me.          They're thought of as "accidents", though in the aftermath we look again and find life. Wisdom is found in the unexpected (even preparation!) where a pruning happens in this life, a setup for what's next, what we're made for. Sure the pain is still there (disappointment always hurts), yet we are left more capable to embrace what's waiting. When I look at the unexpected this way, I find myself better able to get back up after the fall to failure's ground; I'm still gonna watch for reality though, it can really hurt. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), ple...

                If we are all honest with ourselves, we all expect something in life, whether it's from others around us, or ourselves. This isn't always a bad thing, and there are certain expectations that should be met in life, yet there must be healthy expectations set in place for us, and those around us. It can be easy to speak against another, to place unhealthy expectations on those around us as well.               I'll be clear and say this isn't a rant and rave post, it is merely a post regarding us expecting in the healthy and constructive way, in establishing healthy within us, and those around us. As we consider those around us, let us be found looking with the approach that those around us CAN, NOT simply SHOULD or MUST. If we look at it this way, grace and empowering will be known; even an encouragement. For we can get upset and bent out of shape when those ar...

   One more game rented. One more time a controller was picked up and played....and finally it was enough; little did I know what was being built and revealed.         I'd search out the way forward, seek the end, and all the while the hidden things became plain to me. A power up shown, a secret way clear, and I was given a new vision. After finding I could do more (and getting tired of playing games), I stopped playing and started putting action to these new lessons I learned then. "What else is there?", I'd ask as I went through each day, meeting and learning about people and places through conversations while engaging in it all. Everyone needs downtime, just not all the time, so I started finding this balance.           I'd walk through the "levels" of a day and seek to do more than just "win" at the completion of a difficult day or season of life. "What else is there?" became on...

          Maybe a few words, maybe a little more progress, maybe another mile and another task accomplished. Maybe some light on what feels like cloudy roads travelled upon. Maybe a little less weight of pressure on these busy days. Rising, praying, taking another step toward healthy and living once more; where maybe becomes will be, and absolutely a resounding yes. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support! 

           It's almost four, the fourth year of forties. Every changing of age I begin to reflect. I'll sit alongside myself on the porch of my thoughts and we'll talk. "How has the year been? What have we learned? What is good and what isn't that we can change? Are we excited we made it this far, and are we excited about the next year approaching for us?", all points of discussion we will talk about, these two traits of me: analytical and recovering pessimist. Questions I welcome and the blueprints that encourage me, knowing growth is there, growth and healing. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!     

        On a sea, sailing along, through fog that is thick...at first. On a vast ocean, venturing through deep waters and you continue on, cutting through fog that seeks to imprison. To see new lands and share such inspiring discoveries, to cross the expanse of "never before" and dock at "that was amazing!" is the aim. Peering through the middle on a sea of creative stalemate, the fog seeks to swallow you.....then beautiful "lands" begin to appear and hope returns as the fog lifts (the very "dry spells" of creating that once kept you). You press into the way forward and reach a completed journey. Embracing fully these new places called well crafted works of all kinds (for creativity is not limited only to the arts) and you can't wait to share them with all of humanity.         This is the creative process when you're struggling to create, and on that sea all can change for good if we'll just be willing to sail onward, no matter how ...

         This is the next step. This is heavy and you're still going somehow. This is the exhaustion felt, the "wear and tear" of a broken self through and through. This is another step despite it all.          This is one more step, over and over, remembering good in it all. This is persistence from Jesus as you continue on (however that looks for you). This is the unlikely not defeated when they were thought to be, the surprised look on others faces at this unbreakable determination, the work of Jesus in these battered ones.             This is their anthem: a little at a time, in Jesus' name, a little at a time where slow and steady wins this "race" called life and the living of it. This is beautiful, inspiring, something thought about that motivates us all.....especially if it's been a heavy day or season for us.  Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life ...

           Fast. Faster. This is where it begins to fall apart. More. More still. Here is the place where collapse is complete. This is where things must change. Our pace. Our approach. Our goals redefined.            Burnout is a real thing, one I've been walking through alot recently. Lately I've been learning how to work well though instead of just hard only. Intentionality is key; where we work well.....one I admit I'm still learning even now.  Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support! 

          The turn of the key, the hesitation to start, then moving parts waken to life and announce their intention to be productive. It doesn't sound smooth, there's wear and tear evident, and still there is useful found. Ten, one hundred, one thousand on up the odometer that tells of travels taken and tasks performed through these old machines and I am empathizing.            I am not mechanical, lifeless, or without feeling; though I "drive" despite the "wear and tear" upon this aging "vehicle" that is my body and soul. Some days I "hesitate to 'start' ". Sometimes I don't "sound smooth" in my coming and going through life...though my "moving parts" waken to life and my intention to be productive is announced.              Yet as I travel these roads of living, I seek to be more than merely "productive " ,  I seek to live; regardless of how much "wear and tear" I may have, or mileage...

                Under then up where I'm gasping for air. Swallowed here by these oceans that take me under for a time. Under then up and I'm breathing a little each time with each prison broken, the surface pierced by my suffocating soul.                 In small steps I am swimming from the depths, no longer swallowed by these oceans that enslaved, though still feeling the weight of imprisonment as skies enter my view. The oceans of failure and shame motivates me to swim, spurring me on toward the shore where clarity and healing are found from the fall that once bound m e . Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!   

           This is where the journey begins, and where everything changes. A place I used to be in, where I didn't know what I was capable of. Truthfully, I still wonder about that sometimes. The more I write though, the more I realize there is more to do than simply what I was used to: blue collar work.  .          Physical labor is not a bad thing, but when something else stirs inside you to create better stories of daily living you don't simply ignore it. You may pray over it, you may question it, but you do not ignore it. These words written even now are not simply words for me alone. They are for everyone out there who wants to live well, dream big, and be encouraged and excited by the impact that is being made by such an endeavor (as story writing for example). So as I reflect on this writing journey, my hope is that someone is impacted, my prayer is that someone is impacted by these words I am writing, this better story ...

           When it's cloudy, when it's rained, when it's cold and days are heavy, see the unpleasant, but don't stay there. When you've forgotten the light, on those endless days, look up, 'til the sun comes. Past the "cloudy days" of life. Past the long "storms" of living. Past the "cold" of trials and heavy difficult times, look up from the gray, 'till the sun comes.               When you can't remember the light, can't hold onto those good days, where all was bright and beautiful, look again, ask yourself if you must, "What is good?", then answer it; here the light of good will shine. Pray, ask for help as you need, ask in Jesus' name, but ask; then seek to answer the question, "What is good?", 'till the sun comes and you remember good again. Don't give up. Remember you don't walk alone. Good is still possible, even when you must go through the "valleys" of life, 'til...

        It can be easy to get discouraged when we see little or no progress with something in our lives (whatever that may be). I struggle with this at times, and when everything gets busy or too many things happen all at once it weighs heavy on me.          There have been different ways of responding to it all that Jesus has shown me. One of them is: making the most of little. I am not talking about fitting everything into small moments, just being content with a little at a time. One of those for me was little tasks done one at a time, and what I write sometimes called, "Numbered Series Poems". You write a poem from only a few words (example: a four word poem in four words). Today, under a mental creative block and stress, I wrote one of these today. May your numbered moments yield greater progress with each little you use fully. The poem is below.  In Four Words Progress; in four words. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog ha...

              There is a Psalm in the Bible where David said after stating something, that THEN he will be happy, rejoice in the Lord even. This isn't to speak negatively about him, yet it got me thinking, "Why not right now?". I am far too often guilty of this. When so and so happens I'll be excited and joyful. What about right now? Why not right now? I'm not seeing the present joys due to a lack of right focus; not one that ignores proper farsightedness, but one that looks at ALL OF THE PICTURE OF LIFE.                 Right now, help me to rejoice and find joy Jesus. Forgive me for not looking at the whole picture instead of simply what isn't or is lacking. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also...

     "Where to start?", this always seeming to be the question. How to begin a thing, some task, project, or methodology. Here is where the overthinkers get hung up, stopped before they've even started....those like me.         It's about perfectionism, all or nothing. If it doesn't work exactly according to plan, then it is scrapped. Settling for simply anything is bad for such individuals; grabbing at what's perfect is also. A better way must be made, and it is here that it is.        The "wheres" and the "hows" become the way, revealing they've always been at second glances, at looking once more upon it all. Where? Here. Right now. How? However. You. Can. Take one step. Listen more intently. Inspiration calls to the willing, invites new travellers upon it's path toward better (notice how I said better, not best). It will turn out well, even if not best immediately. This is the better way, in all things: using what's been giv...

         Largely unlooked for, unwelcome. Nevertheless, their arrival was made evident: these moments of surprise.          "Write. Just write.", were the faint words seen in my thoughts, for I remained blank for a time, unsure of how to write such shocking revelations, and here is where I'm struggling.           In the unexpected though I'm finding inspiration, motivation, purpose. Such formerly despised times slowly (but surely) becoming accepted, invited, even sought after! These unplanned events of life seen now for what they are: needed. In such an unusual way hope is born as I peer into the once hidden, looking past perfect and ordered ways to these unlikely happenings. In this denial of self, growth begins, healing is found, great change, all of it wrapped up in meaning as the unholy need to control unravels and loses it's influence.          All becomes clear in a way that is...

           Be, just be. Be in the presence of Jesus. Here you'll find the rest and restoration you'll need.             Remember, take time to remember. Remember Jesus is good. Jesus is faithful. He loves you, and you can trust Him.             The other responsibilities will be taken care of. The needs that need meeting will be met as we change our "To-Do Lists" (our thinking and beliefs) within; all will fall into place.              This is a better "to do list", one we can all accomplish in life.  Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support! 

In the quiet, dark place of change and struggle, and here new happens.   In the hidden, life emerges, pushes through and past all hindrances, wakens to purpose and hope.   In the cocoon we are all found, transitioning toward identity, becoming who we are: able to "fly" in ways only we were meant to. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support! 

Seen, though barely, this change, this moment to seize, to embrace better, by a dim light.   Slowly, it happens, this progression toward best, taking full advantage, making every step on this path count, the way toward our providence, by a dim light we are travelling, a journey to such a great and glorious hope! Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support! 

Headlong I run, dive off of safely, comfortable known for too long, off the cliff of status quo this time.   Alive, certain this time, my pounding heart inside the evidence revealed, knowing living for what seems the first time.   Off the cliff of expected, controlled environments shattering violently, leaping into true faith unflinchingly, trusting I'll be ok, in this leap off the cliff of just fine, no longer needing to control life. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support! 

          The morning was running away from me quickly. I was tired, unmotivated, and simply wanting to give up (before I even began!) . The list of chores loomed in my mind, remaining imposing and overwhelming to me. It had to be done though, in an hour or so, before work.  It was here that lies were easier to believe I found than truth. "I can't do this. It will not work. I shouldn't even bother, cause it's not possible." In these moments, to believe something difficult is possible feels far too much like a lie, fiction at best; to even attempt such great feats can appear mere wishful thinking. Yet, belief is what we need; to begin is to hope.            Hope. The thing we all need, all long for, all seek. The thing I needed just then. Hope. When the day falls apart, the goal isn't accomplished, the leg of our life's journey that needs crossing simply appears impossible to us. Here we struggle, wonder how to make it, let alon...

Old souls, living from a time long forgotten, in a present vastly different, revealing this strange existence: where two worlds remain as one.   Old souls; old, yet not irrelevant, remaining in reverance, for such an impact upon a young world, upon new ways, thinking that these would encounter, these old souls, remaining with timeless importance always. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!   

Come with me, enter the brighter side of things, delight in contentment and joy this time, walk with me toward happy.   Look at these details, the ones lighter, more is here than only the somber, let it change you.   Listen to me dear words, you can change this direction, give hope when none was thought to be, lead masses toward happy once again. Note About This Piece: At one point in writing I reflected on how I tend to write more melancholy and somber pieces. This was me simply giving a "pep talk" to my writing (or writer's side of me) that there are good and healthy words (not just somber ones) to be written (and the change is showing). It's sort of a light-hearted approach to this matter. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. ...

Up then down suddenly, steep slopes that are mine, such is life. Three sided and I am level and grounded. I remind all of the importance of struggles, of rest and reward on the other side of climbing. I call to all to be balanced in life, grounded at my base. all this from a triangle as I. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!   

Call me welcome, call me playful, call me June. Sometimes I get fierce, set whole places on fire, this is me. Others I shine bright with joy and fun, shout my invites to enjoy life and living, this is also me. call me a favorite, call me a dreaded presence, call me June, the halfway time of a year. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!   

Me ssy, uncomfortable, and still I welcome it, the soil, the place where creation happens, where a new hope is made, growing, both in this place and in me.   It breaks through comfort zones, discouragement, faithless attitudes that say "can't", inspiring us all, simply from the "soil" of a white page, a pen that breaks new ground, a seed of an idea and some words, where I find myself eager to "garden" again. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!