Monthly Archives: June 2016



Today I went out to pick myself a simple bouquet of flowers.

It’s been a rough 7 days and I’ve felt like there was nothing I could do to make myself feel better. I couldn’t cry, laugh, talk or go for a walk. I haven’t even been able to sleep. I sit looking out at my garden wishing I could just putts around. It’s always so peaceful for me, but I can’t bend from my waist, even if I could I don’t have any energy to spare. So as the sun came up slowly this morning I could see something waving back and forth in front of my bedroom window. As it got brighter I saw it was my daisy’s as if they’d stretched as tall as they could so I could see them. And as daisy’s are known to do they brought a smile to my face, and even though that smile hurt, it was worth it. So the first thing I thought was I have something to do today. I went out and picked myself a bouquet. I didn’t even have to bend down to do it. Sometimes we’re so busy looking in all the wrong places for what we think we need that we miss the sweet little things that are right there in front of us, and I am feeling blessed today. It doesn’t get any better than that! 

“The Time is Now” A letter to Ann Landers


These special days of remembrance for the people we have loved in our life can be so bittersweet. There are those who have gone before us that we wish we could hug one more time. Yet when we could have done so, did we make the time?I have this very old newspaper clipping found in the keepsakes of a loved one who passed away. It was a letter to Ann Landers column for Mother’s Day. The same thought can be applied to our Fathers as well. It’s Called: 

“Let me know it while I’m living”

Dear Ann Landers: 

I had a marvelous mother who loved me, sacrificed for me, and helped me in every way possible. All my years of growing up through college and eventually marriage, my mother was at my side. When I needed help with my little ones, she was there for me. 

Today, we buried that wonderful woman. Can you imagine how I felt when I returned from the service and found this poem in her desk drawer?

“The Time is Now”

If you are ever going to love me,
Love me now, while I can know
The sweet and tender feelings
Which from true affection flow. 
Love me now

While I am living,
Do not wait until I’m gone
And than have it chiseled in marble,
Sweet words on an ice-cold stone.
If you have tender thoughts of me, 
Please tell me now. 

If you wait until I am sleeping, 
Never to awaken,
There will be death between us, 
And I won’t hear you then. 
So, if you love me, even a little bit,
Let me know it while I am living
So I can treasure it now.

Now she is gone and I am sick with guilt because I never told her what she meant to me. Worse yet, I didn’t treat her as she deserved to be treated. I found time for everyone and anything, but I never made time for her. It would have been so easy to drop in for a cup of tea and a hug, but my friends came first. Would any of them done for me what my mother did? I know the answer.

When I called Mom on the phone, I was always in a hurry. I feel ashamed when I think of the times I cut her off. I remember, too, the times I could have included her and didn’t.

The world is filled with sons and daughters like me. I hope they see themselves in this column and profit from it. It’s too late for me, and I am sick with regrets. 

-Guilty and Heartbroken

I can’t imagine that my own loved one felt any lack of love from those of us that indeed loved her. Maybe though it was never said. Maybe it was always assumed that she knew. But it goes to show that even the most loved people need to feel back what we hold for them in our hearts. Love is not simple a word, our actions always speck louder than words.

“Life’s Challenges”


Life’s challenges. You can’t go through life avoiding them. They are part of our human nature that helps us build the character we were born to express. Within the challenges of our life, whether big or small, comes great responsibility. How we choose to forge through our challenge must be weighed against our values and beliefs. The biggest challenge comes from how those chooses affect the people in our life whether it be a few or many. Being true to our self which is essential doesn’t give us the right to be selfish, there is no truth in that. Being true to ourself is looking at how our challenge and choices affect everyone involved. There is a right way, and a wrong way to move forward. A test as to whether we are being true to ourselves is when we can look ourselves in the mirror, and say, I like the direction this is taking me. Then you know you are ok, but if not, then what you leave behind is yourself, and lots of brokenness. Challenges are the exercises in our life that can make us or break us. They hold within them some of the hardest trials of our life. Step lightly, with great thought, and always listen to that inner voice it is the guage that will show you which way to go. 

“Finding Purpose in The Little Things”


I know it’s important to rest and take time out to let my body heal, but I’m not content to waste a day when I could be doing somthing that makes my life feel worthwhile today. Whether I am healthy or sick, there is no guarantee of another day. So I wonder what can I do in my limited state of recovery that would give my life a little meaning and purpose today? Instead of wallowing in my own pain and sorry, I’m reminded of the many people in my life who are sick and suffering right now. So while I sit, I decide to write them a note at my own pace, one person at a time. A simple note of thought and good will. By 3:00 pm I had 3 notes in the mail. Who doesn’t love a personally hand written letter in the mail these days. I have to say, instead of feeling weaker from my small little effort my own spirits have been lifted. Isn’t it funny how the simplistic things that have been forgotten can become some of the most precious gifts we can give of ourselves to others. It doesn’t even cost anything but a little bit of our time and the cost of a stamp. 

“My Billboard Hubby”


I told the nurse in recovery what a wonderful caring husband I have. She said that’s so sweet they should put him up on a billboard as an example that good husbands actually do exist. I thought what a bittersweet statement that was.Sweet for me, but sad for the people out there who don’t know what it’s like to be truly loved. 

I had to sleep in my recliner all night to keep my head upright. So my hubby slept in his right beside me so he could keep a watchful eye on me. We didn’t get much sleep, him a little more then I, but just having him there was comforting. I’m still pretty out of it dozing off and on, but every time I fall asleep I jerk myself awake. So I look over at Tom sleeping, and can’t resist writing about how blessed I’m feeling in spite of my discomfort.😷 He truly is the best in my eyes, and when I remember each morning what I am grateful for, Tom is always at the top of my list. 

“What can I do?”


“Being the best people we’re capable of being brings wholeness to a broken world.” -Judith Orloff

As I wait to leave for my surgery I have a little time for my prayers and readings this morning. This was the quote of the day, so appropriate for these times. I couldn’t resist one last share.  

Have peaceful day!

“A note from Connie”


To my WordPress friends and faithful followers.

God has funny ways of providing the kind of situations that make us have to take a time out or step back to re-evaluate our lives. Tomorrow I go in for some minor surgery. I’m sure I won’t be thinking real clear for the next few days. However, as soon as my mind begins to clear, I’d like to take some time to re-valuate what I am hoping to accomplish in my writing. One thing I know for sure is that I love writing the inspirational thoughts that come from my own question about life. When I am truly writing from the heart it comes through so easily, and I know that it is then that I am in that place of passion that comes from my true self. I love the friends I have made through this site. We, as writers, are so good at inspiring and encouragement each other to keep using the gift we’ve been blessed with, and for that, I thank you.

I look forward to coming back feeling better, more clear headed, and focused.

Peace my friends,



“The Way of Serenity” Day 8


God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change.

Here we are in the wake of the tragic events in Orlando, Florida. How do we find the grace to accept the action of another human being that causes such destruction, pain and sorrow? These are the very things that are so hard to swallow, let alone accept.  Yet what can we do about the things that have already happened? The things that try to break our spirits, robbing us of our hope, freedom and love. For in falling prey to it we allow these terrorist acts to accomplish what it set out to do. Fear takes over putting the fire of love that burns inside us out. What does fear breed, but more violence.

“What can I do God?” I cry out, “I’m only one person.”

“Breed love instead,” He tells me. “Starting right where you are in this very moment, in the big and little things you do throughout the day.”

So today when I went for an office visit and checked in with the receptionist, I couldn’t help but notice how kind she was being. When she was finished checking me in I could have gotten up and went about my business, but I stopped for a moment and thanked her for being so kind. Then added how nice she looked today in her bright pink shirt. I added that because it was what I was thinking when I was looking at her. How many times have we noticed something nice about someone else and we miss the moment to put a smile on their face? Love feeding love is what it’s all about. Me touching you, and you touching the next person with a little bit of that kindness love creates.  Even in the mist of our worse horrors love continues to point toward something better that fear can never offer. But, it is only through the grace of God that we can put our human anger aside. In doing that the serenity we need to keep going begins to come back into view, and we can see that there is nothing to fear but fear itself.



“Sunday’s with Ollie”


Sometimes I am so anxious and excited to eat that I gobble my food down before I actually see it. I forget then that I ever even ate. So I start all over with my ritual of reminding them to feed me. I sit right in their line of eye sight where they can’t miss me, and start my penetrative stare. “Look into my eyes, it is time to feed me.

“You already ate!” My Tom yells at me.

“Hum! I did!” I think to myself.

“Ollie, you eat so fast your stomach needs to catch up with your brain. Then you’ll feel that fullness,” my Connie says. She takes my chin in the palm of her hands and goes on, “that’s what I learned in weight watchers a long time ago. If you eat slow your brain has time to catch up with your stomach, plus you will be able to taste your food. What fun is it to eat if you don’t enjoy each bit?”

I finally pull away from her, I try but I have no idea what she’s talking about. It sounds like blah-blah-blah-blah-blah! I walk around in a circle a few times than plop myself down on top of the couch. I’m feeling the need for a nap coming on. You know the kind of nap that comes over you when your belly feels good and full.

Ah…life is feeling pretty doggone good right now!