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Saturday, March 8, 2014
Monday, March 3, 2014
The Threads of Life
"The Threads of Life"
Each and every passing day
Is beautiful for someone in some way.
As the Fates spin threads on their loom and weave,
A tapestry for the whole world to see.
Colorful threads of people are woven through,
As well as their emotions and nature too.
The Fates sit at
the loom and pull out their threads,
Spinning their
picture—over the universe they spread.
As love like a deep-red thread is woven through,
Somewhere a young couple is saying, 'I do.'
As a thread of white intermingles and weaves a hearth,
the innocence and family born through a baby's birth.
All over the world the colors blend,
Creating a masterpiece without end.
As the orange hues of the setting sun disappear,
Bringing the black thread of night oh, so near.
The night full of sadness, grief, and pain,
Of things no one has the power to change.
The yellow of the sun's rising sheds light upon the sky.
And a family somewhere on earth wakes up asking why.
As painful as the black threads are,
The tears they bring help to heal all scars.
Families come together, woven tight in love,
As the tears they shed, spin in the masterpiece a dove.
A dove of the Spirit representing all things pure and good.
As the tapestry's threads pull in close, just as they should.
As love like a deep-red thread is woven through,
Somewhere a young couple is saying, 'I do.'
As a thread of white intermingles and weaves a hearth,
the innocence and family born through a baby's birth.
All over the world the colors blend,
Creating a masterpiece without end.
As the orange hues of the setting sun disappear,
Bringing the black thread of night oh, so near.
The night full of sadness, grief, and pain,
Of things no one has the power to change.
The yellow of the sun's rising sheds light upon the sky.
And a family somewhere on earth wakes up asking why.
As painful as the black threads are,
The tears they bring help to heal all scars.
Families come together, woven tight in love,
As the tears they shed, spin in the masterpiece a dove.
A dove of the Spirit representing all things pure and good.
As the tapestry's threads pull in close, just as they should.
Schledia
Benefield
Saturday, August 17, 2013
The Writer's High
When I made the decision to start an exercise routine, I started out slow. I did about twenty minutes of pilates a day for flexibility and core strengthening and walked a mile at least five days a week. After a few weeks the thought occurred to me to add in a little running. The first two weeks was pretty rough, I was completely out of breath after a short run, but I kept pressing on. Another week into it, I found I was breathing easy at the end of my run, so I decided to push myself a little further. The next day when I came to my run marker, I kept going. I grew tired and weary, but I looked ahead and set a goal. If I could just make it to my goal, I would slow down to a walk and allow my body to cool down a bit. What I found was when I pressed past the point of weariness, I was flooded with a rush strength and power, so much strength that I didn't want to stop when I passed my goal. It was a runner's high that made me feel wonderful!
I've found that my writing is similar. I start out slow, making my outline, detailing information about my characters, and researching the things I need to lay everything out properly. I often find that when I start the actual writing process, it's pretty rough. One or two pages are turmoil to type as I pull my thoughts together and look frequently to my outline and characters, but I push myself to go a little further each day, setting a writing goal when I can. (Work days are not really possible since I'm not at home). As I pace through the room mulling over the plot and subplots and how to pull them all together, I grow weary of trying to figure it all out, but then as I type that one extra scene, a character says one word, and that one word floods my mind with a torrent of information on how to pull everything together and tie it in a nice little bow. It's the writer's high! You know that high that comes when your mind is bombarded with a beautiful flow of words spilling onto the keypad through your fingertips, and your fingers move at an incredible rate of speed, and you're left to wonder if you will be able to stop. You don't want to, in fact. Ah, it's an amazing feeling, and it makes all the rough places worth every ounce of sweat and tears!
I've found that my writing is similar. I start out slow, making my outline, detailing information about my characters, and researching the things I need to lay everything out properly. I often find that when I start the actual writing process, it's pretty rough. One or two pages are turmoil to type as I pull my thoughts together and look frequently to my outline and characters, but I push myself to go a little further each day, setting a writing goal when I can. (Work days are not really possible since I'm not at home). As I pace through the room mulling over the plot and subplots and how to pull them all together, I grow weary of trying to figure it all out, but then as I type that one extra scene, a character says one word, and that one word floods my mind with a torrent of information on how to pull everything together and tie it in a nice little bow. It's the writer's high! You know that high that comes when your mind is bombarded with a beautiful flow of words spilling onto the keypad through your fingertips, and your fingers move at an incredible rate of speed, and you're left to wonder if you will be able to stop. You don't want to, in fact. Ah, it's an amazing feeling, and it makes all the rough places worth every ounce of sweat and tears!
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Saturday, August 3, 2013
MIA and a Fairy Day
Wow! Summer has been crazy busy. I feel like I've lost touch with the online world. I've been consumed with writing, editing, and revising my fantasy series, The Called Ones. I finally made it back on here today to catch up on all the shares I've received.
I've got to figure out a system for keeping up with everything. Any advice out there on that? Oh, I know, I need to read Donna Huber's book. Maybe she has some tips in there to help me sort all this out.
Well, after a few hours of online catching up, I've got to head into my kitchen and prepare for my baby girl's birthday party. She turned nine. I managed to capture a few fairies last night, so they'll have some fairies to play with later today, and did I mention that I was able to get three jars of fairy dust? This way the girls can consume a little fairy magic
I've got to figure out a system for keeping up with everything. Any advice out there on that? Oh, I know, I need to read Donna Huber's book. Maybe she has some tips in there to help me sort all this out.
Well, after a few hours of online catching up, I've got to head into my kitchen and prepare for my baby girl's birthday party. She turned nine. I managed to capture a few fairies last night, so they'll have some fairies to play with later today, and did I mention that I was able to get three jars of fairy dust? This way the girls can consume a little fairy magic
Monday, May 13, 2013
For The Motherless on Mother's Day
It's been a while since I've been on here. Sorry about that. I've been rather busy!
I know that today is the day after Mother's Day, but I wanted to share a note I wrote last year for Mother's Day.
On a day like today, a day where we honor mothers for bringing their children into the world in a loving environment, rearing them with love and consistency to become productive members of society, molding their gifts and training them to use them wisely, and loving them unconditionally---despite the many mistakes children make, I tend to think not only of praise worthy mothers but also of the hundreds of thousands of children who do not have mothers they can honor.
I am not speaking of those who have lost their mothers to the angel of death. Many of those who have are still able to honor their mother in some way because their mothers were honorable. I am speaking of those who cannot honor their mother because they are not worth honoring.
As unfortunate as it may be, the truth is that there are children in our country (as well as adults) who do not have mothers because they were physically adandoned by them. Some at an early age. These are the ones who grow up in the foster system. While there are wonderful people in that system who love the children placed with them, there are tragically so many who are only in it for the money and often abuse the children placed in their care---as we have so sadly seen in the news!
For many their mothers have prioritized their jobs, their friends, and their social life over that of their children. I'm not saying that mothers cannot work or have friends or a social life. I am speaking of those children who are neglected because of these things. We cannot ignore the fact that it happens and it is an emotional abandonment with consequences.
Typically we hear beautiful messages about how wonderful mothers are on Mother's Day. I have even heard it said that "all mothers deserve to be honored because all mothers love their children." How far from the truth that statement is, and it hurts my heart to make a day purely about telling people they should honor their mother without trying to help them heal from the wounds their mothers have inflicted.
So today, if you are out there and you were either physcially or emotionally abandoned by your mother, I honor you today for surviving without the love you needed from your mother. I honor you today for enduring the pain you have suffered emotionally. Today when you hear people say "happy mother's day" or "be sure to honor your mother today," when you feel that stab in your heart from those words, just know that someone out there understands that today is a painful day for you. You are not alone, there are many others like you in this world and your heart can be healed.
I know that today is the day after Mother's Day, but I wanted to share a note I wrote last year for Mother's Day.
On a day like today, a day where we honor mothers for bringing their children into the world in a loving environment, rearing them with love and consistency to become productive members of society, molding their gifts and training them to use them wisely, and loving them unconditionally---despite the many mistakes children make, I tend to think not only of praise worthy mothers but also of the hundreds of thousands of children who do not have mothers they can honor.
I am not speaking of those who have lost their mothers to the angel of death. Many of those who have are still able to honor their mother in some way because their mothers were honorable. I am speaking of those who cannot honor their mother because they are not worth honoring.
As unfortunate as it may be, the truth is that there are children in our country (as well as adults) who do not have mothers because they were physically adandoned by them. Some at an early age. These are the ones who grow up in the foster system. While there are wonderful people in that system who love the children placed with them, there are tragically so many who are only in it for the money and often abuse the children placed in their care---as we have so sadly seen in the news!
For many their mothers have prioritized their jobs, their friends, and their social life over that of their children. I'm not saying that mothers cannot work or have friends or a social life. I am speaking of those children who are neglected because of these things. We cannot ignore the fact that it happens and it is an emotional abandonment with consequences.
Typically we hear beautiful messages about how wonderful mothers are on Mother's Day. I have even heard it said that "all mothers deserve to be honored because all mothers love their children." How far from the truth that statement is, and it hurts my heart to make a day purely about telling people they should honor their mother without trying to help them heal from the wounds their mothers have inflicted.
So today, if you are out there and you were either physcially or emotionally abandoned by your mother, I honor you today for surviving without the love you needed from your mother. I honor you today for enduring the pain you have suffered emotionally. Today when you hear people say "happy mother's day" or "be sure to honor your mother today," when you feel that stab in your heart from those words, just know that someone out there understands that today is a painful day for you. You are not alone, there are many others like you in this world and your heart can be healed.
Monday, April 8, 2013
Tonight at 7 pm Central Time I will be talking with Ali. Come join us and call in with your own questions.
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