Thank You for Sharing!

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Let’s see what my guide book has to say on this subject.

There are so many talented people out there.  I have found wonderful articles here which truly inspire, entertain and make you smile.  Thank you for writing your thoughts, feelings, adventures and opinions.

I am fairly new to WordPress & I must say that I enjoy the availability of such an assortment of reading material.  AND having the opportunity to interact with other authors is a plus! I have been a FB Fan for quite a long time and I truly enjoy the relationships I have there as well, but often feel like I have more to say than just a “like” or “share,” although that is encouraging to others.

I want to be an encourager! I want to share my thoughts with others who express sometimes their deepest thoughts, yearnings, opinions & some are just having fun! Keep doing what you are doing because it touches others’ lives.

I’m willing to guess that there are writers whose only outlet of expression is here on WP.  I’m thankful for you too and if I can be uplifting and encouraging to you, well then I want to do that also through my writing.

I am also a newbie freelance writer and experiencing some writing tasks I probably would never have gone looking for on my own.  It can be quite fun at times and having a deadline in which to complete a writing task is good practice for our futures of being a sought-after author!  At least for me!

So I actually said all that just to say: Keep writing for I and other enthusiasts will keep reading.  It just seems natural that reading and writing go together.  I’m not sure how arithmetic got thrown in there but that is a good skill to have also because we do need to keep track of our royalties after all!




Vets & The Homeless

I am basically venting today so forgive me if I bore you.  I have just been thinking about the holidays and all those people who have nowhere to go and nothing to eat.  Thanksgiving is just around the corner and then comes Christmas.

I have a couple of friends who are in a project with me.  We are trying to establish a “Soup Kitchen” and building where the homeless in our community can come in to get breakfast and then have a place to stay inside where it is warm.  We are not able to do a shelter, but we do want to be able to provide a place for them to sit and read or study the Bible, socialize with others, play cards, work on puzzles, etc. etc. etc.  We do have a semi-shelter in town that will allow a person to stay overnight but only once every 30 days.  I’m having trouble understanding why there are not more places to help these people out.

It is a shame also the way the Veterans are treated, but that is something that has been going on for years and years.  I think it is shameful to witness the disrespect and uncaring attitude so many of the people have toward them.  Personally I don’t care if you don’t like war or think we have no business getting involved in others’ wars.  Our brothers, sisters, nephews, nieces, dads and moms are putting their lives on the line to keep the US safe.  If we don’t fight the war over there, we will eventually be fighting the war over here.  Our servicemen and women go above and beyond the line of duty to keep America free.

There is so much discontent and fear rampaging the US now that we need to step back and take a look at the reasons we are safer than other countries.  What do some of these veterans come home to?  Are they given jobs?  Are they given good healthcare?  NO!  In many instances they are disrespected, spit on or cursed.  Now I know that there are many citizens who appreciate what our troops have done to keep us safe and free, but I see the homeless and the veterans who are suffering and it burns within me to DO SOMETHING!

I know we can’t help everyone but I saw a post the other day that said we can help at least one person.  Just think about that concept.  If each person committed to help one person survive the holidays and beyond, what a difference we would make in our own little circle of influence!  People are always saying they are strapped for cash and yet some always have the money to smoke, drink, gamble, eat out or get their daily latte.  If each person sacrificed one of their treats daily, by the end of the week they could probably go to McDonald’s or Subway or KFC or wherever and buy a meal for someone who has not had anything to eat all day or maybe all week!

Let’s think about that for awhile and see what we can do this next week.  Let me know how it goes – I love success stories!!!

Encouraging Words Mean a Lot!

Next on your agenda are the bank deposits and getting office supplies on the way back to the office.  Well, that doesn’t go well either.  The deposits are mixed up and you have to recount everything and the line at Office Supplies Today is about ten people deep with only one checker.  So while you are checking your watch every few minutes your foot begins to tap out a code indicating your impatience.  The customer behind you tentatively reaches out to get your attention and begins to tell you how beautiful your suit is and how professional you look.  You offer a hasty thank you as your items begin to approach the scanner.   It’s about time and you finally are able to return to the office and actually get some work done.

As your client arrives to pick up the project you have fussed over all day, he tells you how grateful he is for your expertise because without it he would never have been able to do his presentation the next day.  He leaves you with a smile a mile wide and a generous tip to boot.

Now stop to think about how hectic your day has been and how you were able to accomplish your goals despite the interference.  As you review your day you remember the graciousness of the lady with the little dog and you realize that you were where you were meant to be in order to make her loneliness a little less overwhelming because you took time to visit with her.  Your time at the bank actually helped you slow down and regroup.  The lady at the office supply store made you secretly feel good about yourself although you were frazzled and impatient.  Finally, your client picked up the project he had you working on and praised your competence and efficiency, letting you know how very important it was to his successful presentation.  His tip to you certainly showed that he meant what he said!

So as you realize how much you needed and appreciated the encouragement you received today, the reality of being an encouragement to others gives you an inner satisfaction that none of your time today was wasted.  You were where you needed to be and despite your impatience you were able to be a blessing as well as be blessed yourself.  That gentle realization makes you vow to take things more in stride in the future because there is a more important plan to life than just checking things off your “To Do” list as quickly as possible.

You never know how important your seemingly trivial conversations may be in someone else’s life.  They may need to hear what you have to say and you will be blessed in return.  Make your words encouraging today and every day!

Zipper Learns a Lesson

Just self-published my first children’s book. It is available on Amazon. It is a story about a young rabbit who does not listen to his mother and has a very close call with both a fox and an eagle. I’m very excited about this. Working on the Kindle edition of it but I’m having a lot of formatting problems so a paperback is all that is available right now. Check it out & let me know what you think!

Our Country Life

Living out in the country has its advantages. There is a peacefulness that is incomparable to city life. The pace of life is much more relaxed and the stress level is nearly zero when weighed against the hustle and bustle of hoards of humanity rushing through their daily routines.

We moved from the city seven years ago to a little place (5 acres) nestled in the woods about 7 miles from town on the side of a mountain. Here we don’t have to be reminded to stop and smell the roses for we have the advantage of a variety of fragrances permeating the air around the clock. The biggest adjustment we had to make was slowing down our lives. We no longer had to schedule in extra travel time for possible traffic jams, don’t have to fight the mobs of people at the stores or be afraid to say hello to a stranger and there is a leisurely pace that was almost annoying in the beginning and now is ingrained into our routines.

The cashier at the grocery store asks about our week and truly wants to hear about the new baby goats, the shipment of specialty chickens arriving in the next day or so, the family visiting next week or our son being accepted into college on a scholarship. Stopping to pick up the mail may take 20-30 minutes because three neighbors stopped to ask about our week and then shared that they just bought a prize bull, their daughter was voted in as this year’s Rodeo Queen, their first-time mama goat is giving a quart of milk a day and still has plenty for her twins or their son (or daughter) was just accepted into college.

Oh, you still have responsibilities and a primary schedule for accomplishing things. And, if you have a job, there is still the time clock to face but the whole attitude toward life is different! You work hard and then you enjoy resting. There doesn’t seem to be the drive to dash through the day and then collapse in the evening, although I’m sure there are still some who do just that.

We have a leisurely breakfast each day and then go about our daily tasks. We don’t play the radio during the day usually and are often entertained by the songs performed “live” throughout the day featuring solos from doves, quail, finches, canaries, sparrows and swallows. Then there are the special contributions made by various hens announcing new arrivals, met with approving clucks from their girlfriends as Joseph, the rooster with a coat of many colors, struts proudly through the chicken corral, taking credit for his accomplishments! The goat kids bounce and climb and supervise the entire list of my husband’s chores in the small pastures, the mamas silently oversee everything while restfully chewing their cuds. The herd dog keeps everyone safely together and the guard dog keeps all predators away. The cats control the mice and the house dogs lie patiently waiting for us to stop our busyness in order to cuddle into our laps for the evening.

About twilight begins our nightly concert. The crickets and frogs and owls begin their serenade as stars begin to twinkle and a soft billowy breeze passes through the pastures and barnyard. Often in the distance can be heard the chatter of coyotes signaling to one another. These “song dogs”, as they are commonly called by country folk, are gathering for their nightly trek to a familiar hunting ground. Listening carefully one can almost put words to their unique calls. Maybe a single animal will announce its presence and then there may be a lone response or sometimes a group seems to say: “We’re over here and headed your way. Meet us at the pond and we’ll figure out where to go next.” Then suddenly off in the distance there may be a young song dog calling to say: “Hey guys, wait for me, I’m coming too!”

As they begin to gather, their voices blend together, sometimes beautiful and sometimes harsh – somewhat like a lovely ballad being interrupted by a burst of hard rock. But then they blend again and fade with their passing and all becomes peaceful once more – the crickets, frogs and owls picking up the refrain. Throughout the night we may hear a single verse now and again; just like someone has song stuck in their head, repeating it casually every so often. And then, before you know it, a new chorus of chirping, tweeting, clucking, crowing, baaing and mooing brings the countryside to life and another new day is ushered in for us to enjoy!

Henrietta – My Wild Friend

As I stood at the kitchen sink this morning, cleaning up breakfast dishes, I enjoyed the light breeze wafting through the window and the soft rays of sunshine warming my face. Once again the day was bright and beautiful; bringing not only warmth and sunshine but an abundance of fragrances from the multitude of wildflowers blooming in the fields nearby.

The melodies of the songbirds and the chattering conversations of the barn swallows that are using our porch rafters as their haven floated through the air as God reminded me once again of His supernatural abilities by sharing His creation with me. What a blessing to start my day. It helps me stay focused on Him as I maneuver through the obstacles which confront me as the hours pass! But this morning something was missing.

About a year ago on just such a morning, I discovered a different instrument among the morning chorus that I had become used to hearing. It was just a subtle change in the harmonics and I couldn’t quite recognize it. It was softly pleasant although slightly different.

When I later went to feed our chickens I discovered the new musician standing in the middle of our small barnyard. She was elegant and proud and just a bit shy. She scuttled to the hen house and nimbly hopped onto the roof as she surveyed my strange movements. There she stood poised like a sophisticated aristocrat as I tried to ignore her while secretly keeping one eye on her just as she kept one eye on me. As I went about giving everyone their breakfast, I managed to toss a small helping of grain her way but really only succeeded in spooking her from her perch on the roof. She didn’t go far; just a safe distance until I left the enclosure and she tip-toed back to the grain offering, all the while keeping her “eagle eye” on me.

Actually, it was her “turkey eye” that watched every movement I made. She was a beautiful, full-grown hen and that day she began her love affair with our rooster named Joseph.   He had been named Joseph because the variety of colors reflected in his feathers reminded me of the coat of many colors made for Joseph in the Bible. My husband named our new family member “Henrietta” and we saw her every morning while feeding.

Sometimes she would spend hours trying to figure out how to get back to the chicken pen for our pastures all had field fence across them to keep our goats from straying too far from home. She literally wore paths along the fence line and would traipse back and forth all day; then suddenly appear back in the barnyard near the chicken pen about an hour before we put our animals away for the night. Often Henrietta would roost in a high tree next to the chicken pen, but windy nights would drive her into hiding somewhere in the low bushes nearby. She was always at breakfast every morning!

The winter chill set in and we were sure she would disappear. We never saw a tom turkey with her so we knew we were her only family. Even as days grew colder and the snow and ice began to appear, Henrietta always had her meals at our barnyard table with her new flock of friends and her handsome love interest. Although chickens and turkeys are not always compatible, Henrietta patiently spent her time in and around our barnyard and chicken pen. On winter days when we did not see her, we always spotted the one lonely set of turkey tracks all around the pen and knew she had been visiting again.

We felt so good to know that we had helped Henrietta through the winter months. She came into spring looking healthy and strong and stayed close to our chickens. Occasionally I would arrive in the barnyard unexpectedly during mid-day on a weekend. There I would find her scrutinizing the hay barn or milk room. Although she spent many hours with us, she was much more comfortable with the animals than us humans. I had often seen her walk casually through the goat pen deftly dodging the curious kids without as much as a ruffled feather. However, if I accidentally came upon her too quickly, she would gently spread her massive wings, give a little hop and be sailing over the fence, down to the creek and up the other side of the hill, a mere six to eight feet off the ground.   I would watch her settle in the pasture across the creek among the scraggly oak trees and call out my apology to her and ask her to come home. She would – when she was ready!

As we went into mid-spring, Henrietta’s visits were weekly rather than daily and we hoped she had found a wild mate to start her own little brood. Another family nearby had reported that she would visit them occasionally and feed was always available to her. We relaxed in the assurance that if she was not with us she was at the neighbor’s house.

It has now been about six weeks since we have seen or heard from Henrietta. We miss her presence and her cheerful, chirping voice. The daily chorus seems incomplete yet still beautiful to my ears each morning. I miss the chuckle I always got while watching her flirt with Joseph, yet my prayer is that she found her soul mate and has not become prey to coyote, cougar or man.

I will always miss her and will hope for her return. The Bible tells us all things have their season and I am blessed to have shared a least one season with Henrietta. Maybe someday soon she will return with a mate and a brood of little Henrys and Henriettas and they will all join the morning chorus I so love to hear!

Writing Is My Dream

Hello My Friends:

It has been a while since I posted anything here.  I am considerably new at blogging but since I enjoy writing I thought it would be good experience for me.  I have published my first book “Hanging By a Thread” and I am almost ready to release my second book which is a children’s story.  It is called “Zipper Learns a Lesson.”

I would love to have an exciting and fun blog site.  Will you  help me by commenting and / or liking my blog?  Today I am posting a short article – let me know what you think.

My First Review

HangingThis is my first review and I am sooooooooooo excited – thank you readers for your support!

“Hanging By A Thread is a quick-read, only 15 pages; but the intensity grabs you and holds you until the amazing story has been told about her husband’s horrific accident. This is a faith-building little booklet, and I would recommend it to anyone. (Purchase several and give them away)!”  –  PC from Goldendale, WA

Hello & Welcome!

Welcome to my new blog.  This is all new to me so maybe you can offer advice along the way.  I am a new author and I am introducing my book:  “Hanging By a Thread” (ISBN #978-1500508135).  This is a true story about love, faith and a miracle.  It is a true life short story and I know you will enjoy reading it.  You will find it on and also on Kindle.  Your feedback will greatly be appreciated, so if you read it, please remember to give a review of it also!  Thanks a bunch and hope to hear from you soon!