THE PATH OF LIGHT


This is something I was given a few years back. Hopefully it will help you as it has me. These are stages that our world has gone through. We are now on the path of light. Tell me what you think.

The Path of Love [praise God]
Love the LORD your God- Him only shall you serve (worship, applaud).

The Path of Righteousness [lay down distractions, simplify]
Keep your feet and steps on the truth, the truth of God’s love and kindness. Keep your way free of snares of evil, seeking your own way and your own pleasures. Know your God. He is Holy.

The Path of Freedom [surrender will & desires]
This path comes only from complete and utter surrender. No other way to freedom. Take up your cross (accept your death and pain). Forget your pleasures and rights, then you’ll know freedom. All. From fear, worry, strife, disorder.

The Path of Light
Light travels faster than sound. Always conquers darkness. Never can darkness be turned on. Only light. Light causes shadows to flee. Light routs the enemy. Leave on the light. Keep your lamps burning. Always. Never turn them off. Never give me only half of your soul and leave another part for yourself reserved.
Let me be your restraint. Let me be your fasting. Let me be your God. 100%. No less. It’s all or nothing. There can be no other way. Wholly. Fully. Passion. Fire. Raging currents of waters. When you plunge in, then the rapids take you where you need to go. You do no work, no effort. Follow my paths. Find your life only in me. Lay down your measly life. Pick up your abundance in me. Keep back a reserve and I will spit you out. Then we’ll have to start again.

I’m not sticking my belly out

This is from the writer of “Formerly Hot

This is the lighter side of being not so young. I really wish I had her good humor about it. And I do have to check out this book. Looks to be funny!!

Have a wonderful day everyone!

MY NEW JOB


Starting February 15th, at the beginning of the Chinese Year of the TIGER, I am the new Lead at my office. And I am super excited about it.

Anytime you get a new job, you inherit someone else’s space. Their paper clips, pens, forms, rubber bands and miscellaneous items that are shoved to the back of the drawer become yours. After you leave a job, you too, leave behind those items in your old desk. Who ever gets to the back of the drawer to sort and clean out the useless items.

When we are born, all of our surroundings and our family, with all of its miscellaneous people, are inherited. The fixtures, like Uncle Jerry’s pipe smoking and Grampa’s overalls, are all there. There is so much to learn when you are young that you cope as best you can. You try to understand. Why is Mom frowning at you and will she stop and give you another cookie if you smile at her? There isn’t time in life to sort through all of the behaviors of your family. You don’t know enough about God or Love or Traditions to analyze and sort through them.

I have decided that when I move into my new desk this Chinese New Year, that I will keep the items I need. I will thoughtfully toss the useless ones. I will try to place in my life the things or people I really want to be there. And I will ask for what I need, because I am here for a purpose.

KATE’S REVENGE/DUST TO DUST


This is my latest project. Short story or Novel…hmmm. I’m not sure yet. Tell me what you think.

The saloon was dark. The shadow Kate cast on the floor as she stood in the open doorway was swallowed when she entered the room and walked to the bar. Her hand reached to touch the mahogany wood. Dust accumulated around her fingertips as she caressed the bar’s smooth surface. Once pleasure was drunk here. Now it seemed as if time stood still. Like a time before there was time. The moment before creation began. Before the spark of life, before the first breath. But she was just being melancholy.
She whispered his name. The name of the one that brought her here. Jake. He wasn’t here, nor would he ever be again. He had lay dead here. In a pool of his own blood, from a fight of his own making. This was his place and she meant to have it.
Kate blew, scattering the dust from her fingers. Life would come. His life would flow back into this building even if she had to bring him back from the dead.
She clenched her fist, her knuckles raked against the bar’s dusty surface.
This place would stand. Not in memory of his name. No. His name held no honor. But in memory of his promise and the faith she had held in a man who once was to be her husband. With one sweep of her hand she removed the dust of a lifetime to begin another. Her own.

Writer’s High


They say that nothing worth doing comes easily. And if something doesn’t scare the heck out of you, it probably didn’t mean much to you anyway.

Blogging and airing your thoughts when you know that people are reading is an incredible high. The reason most writer’s bare all is because of that high. To put your imaginations on paper and have someone critique them gives a feeling of vulnerableness to some, but for some of us, that’s exactly what makes it fun.

The greatest high is to expose the nerve of the masses. When you write aloud what others are afraid to say, it validates your life. The worst times leave you face down in the pigpen. Standing up, you spit and wipe the mud from your eyes. Ah! The pure joy of stench. Not all days are acclamation and pats on the back.

One of my favorite quotes is “Writer’s write.” What would you write? What would you expose? So, join me. Feel the high.

I Walk


Last night, some friends and I walked in Light The Night supporting Leukemia and Lymphoma research. When I was talking about the walk on Friday, a coworker asked why I walk. Almost apologetically I said, mostly it is something to do with my friends.

We took a couple of evenings and bought T-shirts and while watching Grey’s Anatomy, we ironed on appliqués MAY-NIACS FOR THE CURE, named after May Novak, Nicole’s grandmother. So, do I walk for the T-shirts? Sometimes. For the KOMAN Race for the Cure we had “I LOVE BooOOooBIES” T-shirts. That made everyone smile.

Walking is a reason to get together. It’s like holidays. They remind us that we have family and friends. They build memories that mark our lives. Without these markers, whether they are scary or happy, our lives seem drab. So, if you’re feeling lonely or without a purpose, go walk for a cure. Any cure will do. Grab some coworkers and some walking shoes and walk.

We don’t earn thousands of dollars to cure cancer. Our names aren’t in any papers. No one but us will remember that we were there. But we know. Looking back on our lives, we will have markers that will let us know that we lived. We did something. We walked.

P.S. This walk was in memory of May Novak.

In All Humility and Arrogance, I Say….


Maya Angelou once said, “When someone shows you who they are, believe them.”
I used to be foolish and believe what people told me. I do hope I have grown past that by now. Other’s have said that they could look people in the eye and tell what type of person it is. I don’t have that gifting I guess. All I see are blue or green and if they have cataracts. For me that is like looking under the hood of my car. I can stare all day at the oil dipstick and the battery cable but I can’t tell a darn thing about the vehicle and why it won’t start.

My way goes back to SHOW me who you are. Yes, people can fake it, but not for long. Something of who the real person is will leak out. I had an incident happen this week that reminded me of this. I was having a conversation with someone and they had said something but meant another, like “I went to Paris” when they meant to say “I went to France”. I was no big deal, but she was shocked, believing she SAID what she had THOUGHT, because obviously her brain doesn’t get her words mixed up. At that moment I received a very clear picture of that person. Here is a person who never faults herself. It’s not so much that she doesn’t think she is capable of error, more that she couldn’t see it. Do you know the time when you got that car, maybe the blue one because not too many people had a blue car and especially not the brand that you had. Then suddenly you see blue cars everywhere. You COULDN’T see them before, but now they are everywhere. In that way SHE couldn’t SEE that she could make an error and didn’t take it into consideration. In her thinking we heard her wrong. Hmmm, all 5 of us.

This is the difference, in my eyes, of arrogance and humility. The arrogant cannot SEE the flaws in their judgement. Their opinion is correct because THAT is all they see. To contrast, there are the humble. And to that extreme there are the self abasing humble people who need to see themselves as well as others. These are the ones who have been long considered low on self esteem and self conscious. Psychologist have been telling them they have a flaw and god know that they are aware of this and they cringe. They want to hide. They see their flaws and are very aware that of the errors of their ways.

It’s time for some moderation. It is good to see others and to give to them and be kind to them, but remember that there are the arrogant ones, who will never see you except to use you as an example or an icon to prove their “rightness.” You had best move out of their way and shut your doors. The arrogant won’t read this so I’m not talking to them because they know more than me anyway. So to the humble I say, Be good to yourself today. Show yourself some love and lock your doors.