I was streaming through my Facebook page and my favorite sites. It is amazing how we are all made in the same form but yet we are  different. We look at each other and recognize our own species. Except for changes in hair, eye, weight and height, the only thing that truly separates us is our language.

Many times in my own home town I stand in the check out line and listen to those around me speak who do not speak the English language. They look like me for the most part but I can’t understand them.

There are thousands of blogs out here in cyber space. I see topics about food, love, pain, abuse, children, adults. There are some on affairs, death, illness, laughter, tears. There are even educational blogs, and topics on how to build your own web sites. You can find blogs that sell online.

I see blogs full of photography, beautiful women, handsome men. Blogs from awesome waterfalls, vacation spots. It is just amazing. My personal favorites are inspirational blogs.  Al has a day each week where he fills his page with great inspirations. When I am down, I run to his page to get uplifted reading.  Ute is another friend I have on blog world. Her pages are always filled with wonderful sayings and inspiration.  Angel is where I can go when I want to have paw kiss chats. She loves cats and I certainly love Rhino our cat. What better conversation could there be?DSC00159

Although we don’t meet in person there are some on my blogs that I would truly wish to meet. Ute is one.  Debbie is another friend I feel very close to. We share so much in common.

There are several blogs I follow that I can find a way to boost my faith when I feel weak.  Len is one lady who is very strong in her faith. She has a way with words which help comfort me. You know words are so powerful. Hugs are nice, a warm handshake helps, but those kind words stick to our hearts and never let go.

There are also blogs that are about emotional strength that I love to read. Maybe because of Al I am drawn to these. I doubt if this lady realizes how much I depend on her blog, but I always watch for it to appear in my email box so I can read it. If you would care to pay her a visit, please do. She loves people.

Every morning when I hop on-line I visit Rob at  I get my morning java through reading his post. It is just like going to church but I get to stay in my jammies. Thank-you Rob for always teaching me about the Lord.

Marilyn, is a good woman. She and her husband actually came up last summer for a visit. Al and I both received the opportunity to meet her and her husband. Marilyn’s blog is upbeat, happy. I can learn about her awesome finds at goodwill stores. She lets me in on her secrets to staying happy. She loves helping others as she did lately, where she baked many cookies and gave them as gifts.

Then there is granny at I love to chat with this blogger. I am always ensured I will feel better when I have my visits at this site.

I have a wonderful friend named Julie.  She and I became instant friends when the time was that we thought Al had Parkinson’s. Julie’s husband has this illness too. I love to visit her site. I can see the beautiful birds she has living on her land. I can send well wishes to Ants and Ming and Julie and I have an understanding of what being a care giver is.

Bob has a large blog full of photographs he has taken. You can visit Bob over at He takes many photos at his local zoo. I just love visiting his blog. The last thing I do before going to bed is visit this blog. It makes me laugh with the numerous topics on jokes.  Love this blog.

If I want to dream and be able to visit a different country, then I go visit Viveka at She is awesome. A retired chef she lets me view recipes and photos of wonderful foods she makes. She takes a lot of photos and I get to see what her country is like. I just love this lady. We have been friends for a  long time.

Well, there are so many more to mention, but it is time to go change Al and reposition him, so I have to stop for now. I hope you enjoyed your journey with me through blogs I enjoy.

In the end we are all the same. We may look a little different but we all speak of love. The love of our home town, love of photography, good jokes, food and life, and of course, writing.

Daily Prompt; Come Fly With Me, DP, Daily Post

Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us TRAVELS.

In my mind, I have traveled the Universe.canoe I have visited from North to South, East to West. I have seen the homelesshomeless. I have seen the rich.empty_house_by_scarlettletters-d3fenj7 I have seen death and I have seen birth.angel childrose

I have seen the mountains and I have seen the valleys.nature skieswave_tourist

I have seen the smiles, I have seen the tears. I have seen the joy and I have seen the sorrow.

In my mind there is no where I haven’t been. I have traveled the universe.

Daily Prompt; About Page of the Future, DP, Daily Post

Write the About page for your blog in 10 years.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us FUTURE.

Oh boy this will be fun. A chance to let my hair down and dream a way. Besides, who knows? In ten years this dream or part of it could come true.

About Page For

I have been blogging for twelve years. In this time frame I have learned about myself. I have healed so many problems that I carried for ever. I cared for my brother for several years.

While he is now in heaven, I have no doubt that he is saving a spot for me right beside him just like he promised. When I look to the heavens I can feel his smile as he is running and playing with absolutely no more pain.

It took me  quite a while to adjust to not having him around. I filled my hours with writing even more. I reached out and tried new avenues adding a variety of thoughts to my posts.

I became much more friendly with my camera and built my own web page filled with all the wonder that I saw.

During the time of these past several years, I published the one book I had started way back. I have another almost ready for publication. It is a book of all my poetry.

I published on Amazon and was amazed at how quickly my book took off. Oh believe me I never became wealthy over it, but I was asked to speak at a few places about how my book came about.

I moved from the icy, snowy weather of Indiana. I am now living a little further south where the sun shines warmer, making my personality shine brighter. During a quick visit to a local restaurant I must have spotted the eye of  a handsome man.

When I got ready to get in my car I noticed a sticky note attached to my windshield. It offered his phone number and told me what car he drove. It even said he was waiting for me outside his own car.

That sticky note brought the man who I had hoped and dreamed of for so long together. We have just celebrated our fist anniversary of marriage. He is just perfect for me. He doesn’t crowd me. He allows me to be myself and he doesn’t expect me to entertain him every second he is home. We love each other, we do our own thing, and at the end of the day we come together and talk about what we did. I am so  happy.

So in ten years life did work out, just as God knew it would. I worried too much about everything. He had it all worked out. Now if you want to follow along and see what else life brings my way, just click on the follow button. Thanks for taking the time to stop and read my About page. Hugs.



Daily Prompt; Blogger in a Strange Land

What’s the strangest place from which you’ve posted to your blog? When was the last time you were out and about, and suddenly thought, “I need to write about this!”?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us STRANGEsquirrel

Everywhere I am I think of blogging. Is this an addiction? No, it is a part of my make-up.quaker state When I’m outside looking at nature. Or maybe I am dining out.IMG_0094 When I am on a stroll, I really think about blogging.dark pink lake photo What about when the sun is setting on a beautiful Spring day?hanna water

When I used to take a small vacation I would think about blogging as I watched my grandchildren playing in the pool.deer

When I see something I can not get close to, like the deer. They are so skittish around humans but not this fellow, he just posed for me.

I plane skiesthink a lot about my brother Al when I blog. He has changed so much since last summer with his M.S.A. When I am flying I think about my blogging.peonies 2 I like to think about writing when I see new life being born.dscf4168 At the holiday I think about the special moments. Every once in a while I will slip a photo of me in there.HPIM0140 When I see bright and happy things like this old-fashioned merry-go-round.helicopter When I look up and hear the whirly bird coming.moon3 When I see things I know I won’t see again in my life oct 2 When I see strange lines or figures in the oct. So in the final thoughts I guess I am always in strange places that seem quite familiar in my own mind.

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Sunshine Award     has nominated me for the Sunshine Award. I am trying not to repeat my thank-you’s for the same award. But this time I will because the award has a new face and I want to share it with you.

sunshinie awardNever in a thousand years would I ever dream of being recognized for anything other than my name.

I thank-you for this award. It is beautiful. You have lit up my soul and hopefully I can remain shining for other people as I walk this great earth.

Thank-you again and big hugs.


Daily Prompt; Fright Night, DP, Daily Prompt

Do you like being scared by books, films, and surprises? Describe the sensation of being scared, and why you love it — or don’t.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us FRIGHTENING.

Fright, sizzling lightningsizzling

Sitting on the edge of your seatsitting

Eyes open wideEyes Wide Open_0

Teeth chatteringChatteringTeeth

Heart beating fasterbeating heart

Spooky nightpumpkins

Bones rattlingskeleton_1

The phone ringstelephone

Fear arrivesshocked_woman

Oh yes, I love a good scary movie, any Friday Fright Night

Daily Prompt; Unplugged

Sometimes, we all need a break from these little glowing boxes. How do you know when it’s time to unplug? What do you do to make it happen?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us UNPLUGGED.SONY DSC

Unplugging from anything is not easy, usually. But then there is a moment, a slice of time, when I am sitting here at the computer and I look at the screen. Nothing, that’s what I get. I have the whole internet to look at, gaze through, reading, learning, and I get nothing.

It is then that I start the ball of wax rolling.wax I start thinking, which can be a dangerous thing for me. I ask myself questions. When is the last time you swept your room?

When is the last time you made a special dessert for Al?Desserts-lg When is the last time I enjoyed being outdoors other than running to see Al’s nurse, or maybe taking the trash to the dumpsters?

Then I feel bad and I can understand why my rear end feels so flat lately. I realize I need a break. I never run out of things to talk about with all my friends on here. I never get tired of reading your wonderful comments, but hey, let’s face it. Even best friends need a break from each other at times; even if it’s for a very short time.


So let me rise

Get off my rear

I need to get moving

Gotta get out of here

Step outside

Sniff the air

Watch the leaves

trees starting to change

trees starting to change

Falling every where

Enjoy today

For all it brings

Take in new air

And sing, sing, sing!

Aww, I feel better. I have a new outlook on life. I have new ideas. I saw that bug over there. I saw that leaf in color. The neighbor waved hello. The earth is moving and I was the one standing still. Now, I can go back and write about new things.

Daily Prompt; Standstill

For a moment today, time stands still — but you can tweak one thing while it’s stopped. What do you do?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us STILLNESS.

Often the world buzzes by me

My mind can be confused

But in the midst of everything                                                                    time-standing-still-katja-zuske

My heart and soul can infuse


This world we live in is big

When you think of all it can do

But in the middle of rain drops

My heart and soul stand with you


Days are busy nights are slow

Never all is done

But in the end I can stop and breathe

As my heart and soul have won


Written by,

Terry Shepherd


Daily Prompt; Naked With Black Socks, DP, Daily Post

Are you comfortable in front of people, or does the idea of public speaking make you want to hide in the bathroom? Why?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us PUBLIC.

Wow, can you see inside my screen? I am comfy right now in my black socks. But oh wait, I am not naked. Whew, I thought you could see me.

Am I comfortable in front of people? It depends on the situation. If I am around people who make me place my wall up immediately before thinking about it, no, I am not comfortable.

I have been working for months on changing myself. Improving my own self image. I am trying to learn that I am entitled to my own opinions. I have always been afraid to say what I truly feel inside for fear of upsetting someone.

So put me in a circlecircle and I will probably be very quiet. You can count on the fact that if there has been friction of ill feelings I will be the last one to speak.

Now if I am trying to spread news of something I know to be good. Or maybe teaching something I know about, I will be the first one to volunteer to speak.

If someone ask me to talk about M.S.A. I would be asking, ” What time and day?”

If someone wanted to know how to decorate their home on what they have lying around the house, I would be all smiles.pulpit If you want a testimony on how God has used me in my life, ask.

I love to help others. I love people in general, but please, don’t try to get me to change who I am.

Don’t make me feel guilty because I don’t agree with you every time.

Please don’t try to put your feet  in my shoes because only I am the only one who walks  in them.skeletonbook4

Daily Prompt; Name that..You, DP, Daily Prompt

Do you know the meaning of your name, and why your parents chose it? Do you think it suits you? What about your children’s names?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us IDENTITY.

My name is not a bad combination. Teresa Jane.  The name Teresa means in Spanish,” saint”. Or in English it means ” harvester.”saintharvester

But in my eyes it means nothing really. As I was called by my nick name since a very young girl, Terry.

When I hear my proper name being used, I think back to when I was in trouble with my Mom. Teresa Jane please come here.

That meant trouble. What did I do wrong this time?mother mad Today if I hear my proper name it has to be voiced from a stranger. Someone on the other end of the phone line, verifying who I am. Just like in the military. Name, serial number, age.drill-sergeant

My middle name is something I now am not so proud of. I used to be.

I  used to think I was special because I was named after a friend of my real mother.

But after making repeated visits to get to know this real woman, given the undeserved title of mother, I am no longer proud.

When I hear the word Jane today, I don’t even acknowledge. They must be talking to someone else. It must be a stranger calling out to me.danger

When I used to hear my Dad calling my name I went running.

For years he was my idol, my hero, my everything.hero

Once I started caring for my brother I saw the word hero being slowly erased from the blackboard.

Now the word love remains and the good memories that I shared with him while growing up.blackboard_math

So all in all my name is my own.

Created and formed from many angles.

Today, I prefer to be called Mom, friend, Aunt, or just me, and me

Below is a photo of me and my Dad.