Some days are diamonds, some days are stones.

Some days are diamonds and some days are stones. However, all days are good days to be alive, even the slightly bad ones, even still the terrible ones. We learn something even from the extremes.
I have had some days lately which have been a little frustrating. A lot of it is me. Something is happening to me….I don’t quite know what yet. I sleep all the time, day and night, and still feel pooped. But that’s no excuse to lose my temper, my nerve, my resolve, my humanity, my tact, my politeness and misplace my love. I forget what I am put here to do, and then remember it when it’s too late and I have already hurt someone I didn’t mean to hurt. Apologies are good things, but you can’t ever take back words once they have come out of your mouth, and someone has heard them. Guess it’s better to think before you speak isn’t it. I haven’t quite mastered that yet, probably never will.
Well then, tomorrows another day as Scarlett O’Hara would say, and I am hopeful I will see the sun rise again, and have a chance to try one more time to get this “living” thing done right. After all, we only get so many chances don’t we?

Hate is Gonna Kill Us

I read scientific studies that show when a person does something compassionate for someone else, it increases the endorphins in their body and makes them feel better.
If a person feels anger and divisiveness, it increases stress hormones and makes them feel worse, and could eventually lead to health problems.
That tells me that we should stop listening to the people who are trying to divide us, no matter what the issue, and start being compassionate and empathetic to other people. We need fewer dividers and subtractors, and many more adders and multipliers.
I’ve seen and read enough stuff this weekend to fear for future health problems for a LOT of people.
Take it from someone who has had two heart attacks and health related problems, some of which I am sure was due to my stress level caused by letting things anger me….you are better off refusing to let divisiveness over things which you cannot directly affect you, cause you anger and stress.
Hug people you love, work in your garden, bake cookies, read a book, take a walk….anything….anything besides obsessing over social media issues.
Give to charities going to Puerto Rica or Texas.
I know that It is important to be aware of important issues, and to make your opinions known to people who can directly affect those issues I.e., call your Congressmen or Senators, quit buying products from advertisers that advertise on shows that you don’t think are in line with your beliefs, quit watching things that don’t match your values.
If you want to speak your peace on something, then do it. But forego letting it rule your life.
I’m trying, and I realize it’s hard. It’s hard for me. I know it’s hard for y’all too. But, we gotta quit with all the anger and division, because sooner or later, in one manner or the other, it’s going to kill us.

To Everything There is a Season

Solomon said “to everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven”

I know that The Byrds and Dylan put that chapter to music. It was a really popular song.

I wondered about it, so I analyzed it a little.

To EVERYTHING there is a season. That means even the little things we take for granted on a daily basis. Not just the big things. The small kisses from your children and your grandchildren…your husband or wife. The days that we work at our jobs. There is a season for that and a purpose. We may not consider it always to be a noble purpose, but in a way it always IS, if we make it so. (I always hear Patrick Stewart in my head when I write that….”make is so”) We project ourselves in those purposes. In everything.

There is a SEASON. Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter. There are those seasons in our lives both externally and internally. Sinatra sang about it in the song “It Was a Very Good Year” When we are 17, the seasons seem like they are stretching out forever. The time passes by slowly…but by the time we reach the Autumn of the year the time is passing by like a blur. We take note of the passing of the time on the calendar, the Christmases and the Hot summer days, and our biological clocks just keep on moving. It’s my belief that we all have a different time on our biological and spiritual clocks. Nobody knows what it is, and we MUST learn to fit our purpose into that time that we have been given.

Under Heaven. As our time that we have is spent attending to our purpose here on Earth, we often forget that we are under Heaven. We have this wonderful human life and the time that goes with it and we have been given a purpose to accomplish. We often forget that and go about living our times wandering and squandering this wonderful gift. I hope and pray that when my sand, which is running so quickly out of the hourglass is done, that I will have accomplished what I was sent here to do. I think I have. In my heart of hearts I feel like I have. So that if I left tomorrow I believe I could rest in peace under the heavens that Solomon wrote about so long ago.