Decorating


I haven’t really done much today. Goofed off, what ever my mind decided on. No real schedule. Took care of Al and then spent my time in my surroundings. I like the feel of comfort. A little old-fashion, lots of white lights, trinkets of antique pieces. Yes this is who I am and what brings me peace within my section of the house.

Here is a little area I put together to add a touch more of Christmas. When I finished I stood back and looked at it. I liked it, then I thought, maybe my friends will like it too. I don’t have much ability of accepting compliments, but I will say that almost every person who has ever walked into our home says the same words, it is always so warm and cozy in here, who does your decorating?

Of course I smile and say me and they say I should go into business. I love hearing good things about myself but I don’t think I am good enough to go into business.

Well anyways here is a piece of what I did.

christmas scene

#FWF Free Write Friday; The Circle of Life


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I’d like you to consider the changing seasons and circle of life as your prompt this week. I am really looking forward to reading your thoughts. Should make for some great discussions so be sure to read each others work.

father-son-dogI have actually thought of the circle of life lately as I have been informed two more grand babies are coming next year. This brings a smile to my face as I, myself gave birth to three awesome and beautiful babies.

My whole goal in life was to be the best mommy ever. I wanted to teach them that life was about trust and love. I wanted them to learn that life is not always about candy and magic; that there were going to be plenty of bumps in the road.

I thrilled at watching the very first tooth come in, then crawling and walking. Oh I so enjoyed each of these stages. Watching them learn to feed themselves, their first cake to enjoy all on their own.

I laugh now as I remember the mess on their tiny faces as they crammed that birthday cake into their mouth with those chubby fingers. Their first photos I had taken, the potty training days.

The day I cried as I took them into their first day of school and worried if the teacher would care about them as much as I did.

There was so much teaching and learning along the way. Politeness, bad behavior, good behavior, manners, no swearing, respecting your parents. Helping with homework, oh boy, those were some trying times for sure, but they did it.

Christmas Day remembering how they squealed in delight at opening their gifts. Teaching them to share by spending some of their own money on a gift for someone else.

My heart beams as I look back into my memories. I wanted to let them know it is alright to grow up; to learn to make their own decisions. Graduation, relationships, babies, living life.

Now I am a senior citizen and I am proud of my grown children. They turned out awesome in my eyes. No, they are not perfect but a mother over looks so many things out of love. After all I made some pretty big mistakes too while growing up.

My circle of life, my children, my grandchildren. I have done what I wanted. I accomplished what I set out to do. The best thing I see today is my circle has evolved like an embryo. My kids are now living their own circle. They are slowly filling in the shape with what I have taught them as children.

A parents love is never done. It blossoms from the moment we set eyes on you as you enter into the world. When I lie down in my own grave, I will smile as you will be the only thing on my mind. The circle of life is now complete. Terry Shepherd

You See That Mountain?


My Mountain

You beat me

When I was down

You whipped

Me to the ground

But now I

Am a man

Standing

On two feet

On solid ground

I ain’t gonna take

It anymore

You’ll never

Whip me again

For you see

That mountain over there?

It has my name on it

And I am going to

Climb it to the top

Open my lungs

And yell

Freedom!

This is all mine

And I’m gonna

Place a stake

On it right now.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

11/11/2013

 

 

 

flowing water

Weekly Photo Challenge; Habit


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This week, show us something that’s a HABIT. It could be your daily walk to the bus stop, or your daily paper lying on the doorstep. Maybe it’s the guy behind the counter at the deli you always visit for lunch, the stuffed bunny your child must have at bedtime, or the view from your desk as you sit down to blog.

Capture a moment both constant and fleeting. We look forward to the glimpses into your everyday.

Every day is the same, whether it is Monday or Sunday. I get the coffee pot on. I brush my teeth and wash my face, and run a comb through my hair.

If all is quiet, I hurry and turn the computer on, hoping to get a jump start on emails, responding to friends on FB and getting ideas for writing.

Once Al is up, it is feeding time, bathing time, clean clothes and changing the bed. Somewhere in there I try to gulp down that first cup of coffee with razor in one  hand and cup in the other.

Life speeds by those first minutes in the morning. After that is over I fill my cup back up and sit at the computer. I smoke a cigarette and drink some more coffee. Then I go feed the cat, take my diabetic medicine, clean the cat box and then I hear the bell ring. Time to go see what Al needs.

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Live Your Life


She sat on the bus bench. She wasn’t going anywhere. Grandma just liked watching the people come and go. Talking to the young crowd, handing out cookies she had baked the night before. It didn’t take long at all before this bus stop was a popular place to look forward to.

There is such a big generation gap between the young and old. Values are different, a faster paced world is what we live in today. So it is no wonder that the few minutes while waiting for their bus to arrive, it was a breath of fresh air to have someone to chat with who seemed to care.

I can see my own self in this picture I painted. I could be the grandma on the bench. Handing out cookies to the people. Getting old is not really that golden era we hear about. It may be if you still have your long-standing mate by your side, I guess.

But when fate comes and wipes half your slate a way, you suddenly realize it is quiet when you get up and it is hushed when you lay your head down at night. Silence is golden when you live a hectic life, or raising the busy family, but what happens when the kids grow up and move out?

Who is going to fill that void? I will probably be one of those bell ringers at Christmas time just so I can show others that there are still smiles in the world. Maybe I will be the Wal-Mart greeter lady.

I can sit on my stool and make sure to welcome you in to the store, but what I am actually trying to show you is that age is only a number. We are born with one heart, a set of feelings, and we each feel in the same way.

We want joy and happiness. We want to feel we belong some where in this world. It just makes life nicer. An added touch when you are running late for work. Or your spouse and you had a disagreement on the way out the door this morning.

Yes, I will always be trying to show the younger generation that life is still good. They need it more now than ever as families split and people become more engrossed in themselves.

What do you envision doing when you get in your prime of life? Retired sitting on the beach some where? Raising maybe your grandchildren? Will you be taking care of a family member? Or will you still be reaching out to others in any way you can, even if it means sitting at the bus bench handing out cookies, to people you know.

bus stop