Daily Prompt; Come Fly With Me
Share a story…
Daily Prompt; Come Fly With Me
Share a story…
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. I have visited from North to South, East to West. I have seen the homeless. I have seen the rich. I have seen death and I have seen birth.
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
Write the About…
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 Terry1954.wordpress.com
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; Secret of Success
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What would it take…
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What would it take for you to consider yourself a “successful blogger”? Is that something you strive for?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us EFFORT.
I probably should not be making an effort to write for the prompt today. My brain is so tired. I can’t begin to know where to start. What should the first sentence be?
Maybe it should be, If I could change anything I would do this.
I look at the photos of yesterday and I see that small smile on his face. I can not begin to express in worldly words what this means to me. I will take the credit for placing it there on his cute face.
It was hard work getting him there and we paid the price of dollars on a gold bar for going, but it was still worth that smile. Last night around 10pm, everything changed.
Number one he got red from being out in the sun. I could have kicked myself for not thinking of a sun protector. I did think of it while we were there. He was in the sun for an hour and I held him in place in the shade the other hour.
Maybe it is his tender skin or a combination of his medications and skin, but he got red. He started complaining and I put cold cloths on his shoulders. I put an ointment on it also. But this started a night of living hell for both of us.
His tremors started up like someone was doing the jitterbug dance. This continued with crying and me holding his hand while he questioned me again about heaven and God.
One of the big symptoms of M.S.A. is his internal furnace. It doesn’t know how any longer to regulate. So along with the red shoulders he kept leaving shadows under him of heavy sweating.
Starting at 11:30pm I changed his sheets three times. I answered his call light about every half-hour until six this morning. He either wanted to be turned in a different direction or he wanted water.
Life would be new, fresh and a new beginning.
I don’t know today what is the secret to success.
I don’t even know if I really made any statement other than my own deep desires.
I do know that I will hold on as long as Al does and I will continue with God’s help to remain strong. I will continue to show support to Al when he needs it. I will always say those three little words, I love you, so he always knows he is not alone. Maybe this is my success in the world, being a sister.
Another school semester will soon begin. If you’re in school, are you looking forward to starting classes? If you’re out of school, what do you miss about it — or are you glad those days are over?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us LEARNING.
I did plenty of work back in the days getting myself just right for the grand entrance of school.
I would lay my clothes out after rolling my hair and lay them across my desk chair.
I slept with the dryer on my hair. I loved the hum of the motor and lulled myself to dream land. I think this is why I need a fan 365 days a year now. It is difficult turning it on low because the motor is too soft but I could not hear Al if I turned it up full speed as I wish. Maybe this is why I am always so tired, I don’t sleep well anymore.
I liked boys better than school grades, although I didn’t do bad in school; but I could have had mainly A’s if I would have worked a tad harder.
What was the hurry for heaven’s sakes? It only ended up in divorce.
Both times I had to drop out because of Al’s health. I always thought I would go back. I would like to go back again some day.
I could sit here and go on with should have’s and could have’s but what good would it do. Those chapters are closed. Do I miss my school days? Yes, to a point. The freedom of thinking. The fun and laughter I shared. The phone ringing off the hook.
But alas, I have them all tucked neatly in my memory box. I take them out and sort through them sometimes but they tend to make me a little sad. One fear I have that I can’t shake is getting older and dying. Going back to school days reminds me I am getting up there in age.
I will admit that going through the chapter of nearing death with Al has opened my eyes and helped me to see that heaven is all that it is said to be. Tranquil, calming, all-healing, and beautiful. How can I fear that?
Now for you younger ones that are in school, or technical schools here is a piece of advice from the granny era.
Have fun, in fact have a blast, but study hard, learn all you can. Be somebody. Don’t wait for someone else to make you someone. And remember boys and girls, life ticks by quicker than you can blink your eye. And keep watch on that school room door techies, because one day I am going to be walking through that door and sitting my butt right down next to you. I will get that nursing diploma.
When was the last time you really stood out in a crowd? Are you comfortable in that position, or do you wish you could fade into the woodwork?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us STANDOUT.
I allowed people to beat me up emotionally for my thoughts I had. I let people allow me to shrink to the size of a thimble and I found myself forcing words out of my mouth that were untrue in order not to hurt others feelings.
I can still feel pain when someone doesn’t agree with me, but in the end it will be me standing on stage, listening to my own truth.
A stage? In my life time? For me? I doubt it. God has better plans than that heading my way.
I think that I will be just as happy knowing that I what deal with today is going to be nothing compared to what God has in store for me tomorrow.