Sunday, April 27, 2008

~~April's Artsy Essay~~

I've been thinking a lot about this months Artsy Essay Contest at Judith HeartSong blog. This months topic is one that has had my mind going this way and that.. The topic is
"Happiness Is....... " This is something so simple, yet so difficult to articulate. So I am just going to write whats on my mind. If you would like to give this months contest a try go here
Judith HeartSong: April's Artsy Essay: "Happiness Is......."


So here is my entry..


Today I found out a friend I worked with Died. He worked in my department overnights and him and I got to know each other pretty well while he was still on days. An ex-marine, gardener, dog lover, an artist, Avid sports fan. He had a good heart, could always make you laugh and ornery as all get out :-). He was only in his early 50's. Much to young to have passed. Even as I write this the tears come but also a smile. I was blessed to have known him, even for the short while I did. He touched my life, he made me smile and laugh. He gave me a precious gift and that was a piece of his soul that I will always cherish. He would want people to laugh and remember the good things about him and not mourn his death but rejoice in the life he had. What made him happy was making others laugh, smile and feel good about themselves. He made the most out of his life and lived it to the fullest. He made a choice.. to be happy and he was.


Since this topic was chosen for this month contest, I have been really watching people. I was in line at a store the other day. There was two young girls in front of me, a woman in her 50's in front of them and at the front of the line was an elderly woman. She was smiling and talking to the 50ish woman about her dogs. Her loving companions. The one young girl turned to the other and said "That why you we have to get our lives together so we don't end up like her, Old with just are dogs" I was stunned and appalled by this statement. All I could think about was how little these two knew about life and for all they knew this woman has led a full and fulfilling life that other could only dream of and in this time of her life she has every right to dote after her loving companions. After the elderly woman left the same young girl made a comment to the 50ish woman she said "That's why I hope I find the right man, and SOON!!" at this statement all I could do was shake my head. So much to learn and so many hard times a head these young girls have to become a little more humble and a lot more wiser. I don't know everything but I do know that you can't depend on anyone to make you happy. Someone can share in your happiness, add to your happiness, But "YOU" have to make yourself happy. They will learn someday. Just as we all have to learn in our own time.


Still thinking about this topic.. Happiness is... I was working at my retail job.. filling shelves, setting features when a customer walking toward me caught my eye. She had her shopping cart full and one item just made me smile. She had a cane, the type that has the spider legs at the bottom for support. But this particular cane was dressed for the day. It matched her outfit perfectly. She passed and I had to stop her and comment on how much I loved her snazzy cane. She smiled at me and as nice as can be said she has three others at home as well and color coordinates them with her outfits. She said she loves to make people smile that it makes her happy. We talked a bit more and I wished her a wonderful day and she continued her journey. I couldn't stop smiling. She took something, in her case a cane which is a necessity for her now and made it fun, made the best of her situation. Now it makes her happy to see other smile and talk to her about it. How fabulous is that :-)



This is what happiness is... Happiness is a choice... it's what we make of our own situation.. It is the choice to get up every day, get dressed and embrace that day, the day that could be are very last day on this earth, to embrace it for all it's worth. To squeeze every ounce of life out of every moment. To feel, to love, to enjoy every hill of this roller coaster of life. So go out, stay in.. what ever you enjoy. Read, watch T.V., create a masterpiece, doodle on a napkin, Take a walk in nature, Sit in a theater and get engrossed in an amazing adventure. What ever brings you joy, GO FOR IT!! The most important choice is to choose to be happy, It's the greatest gift you can give yourself.


Photo taken with my cell phone of a double rainbow before work 2 sundays ago. What a wonderful gift to start the day with. Photo by Kristal @ all rights reserved

Sunday, April 13, 2008

~~Mind Pondering and Birthdays~~








Age is just a number and doesn't define who we are. My birthday is Thursday and I will be 34. I don't mind turning 34 in any way. I don't have any regrets in my life. Everything I have done was a choice I made willingly.

I have been thinking a lot about my past. Thoughts pouring back I haven't thought of in years. My late grandparents on my mind as well as my family. It's strange when you reflect in this way. How you can remember places like my Papaw's house. I can close my eyes and see every room, every piece of furniture. I can feel how it felt to sitting on their large porch during a rainstorm and watch the rain hitting the road looking like little people in a hurry on their way. The sound of the chimes as the wind blew on a summer day. Playing in our secret club house we made between the house and garage. Playing a game we called superman with neighborhood kids that we invented. That no matter the day.. there was always grape or strawberry jam on the dinner table. The fact that my grandmother never drank even water at dinner. She felt it interfered with digestion. The Avon bottles she had in all shapes and sizes. We all have at least one of them. My sister showed me hers when I was up last and she opened the bottle and the scent brought me to my grandmother all over again. It was amazing.

I can remember toys I had like my first doll a pink one from fisher price and had a little ball inside that made noise. I found one at a flea market and had to get it. A game of Charley Car.. it was like a pinball but for kids with discs. Wish I knew who made it. I remember getting a dollar in a card and thinking I was rich.. and you know what I was... I was surrounded by family that loved me.

So many wonderful thoughts surround me. Make me home sick and even a little sad. But I am thankful for every one of them. I have many thought in my mind but now is not the time to go into them. Now I want to leave this entry on a high note. So as the week goes and I post again. I will leave you with this quote

~ The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten. ~ Cesare Pavese

Photo's are as follows - My first picture April 17, 1974 - Blowing out my birthday candle 1977 - The picture right before my birthday party in 1978 I got dirty right before the picture :-) - Mom used to make all my cakes, this one is Strawberry Shortcake 1981 (I also dressed like her for Halloween and mom made the costume)

Sunday, April 06, 2008

WHEN I SAY, "I AM A CHRISTIAN By Carol Wimmer




WHEN I SAY, "I AM A CHRISTIAN"




When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not shouting, "I've been saved!"
I'm whispering, "I get lost! That's why I chose this way"

When I say, "I am a Christian," I don't speak with human pride
I'm confessing that I stumble-needing God to be my guide

When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not trying to be strong
I'm professing that I'm weak and pray for strength to carry on

When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not bragging of success
I'm admitting that I've failed and cannot ever pay the debt

When I say, "I am a Christian," I don't think I know it all
I submit to my confusion asking humbly to be taught

When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not claiming to be perfect
My flaws are far too visible but God believes I'm worth it

When I say, "I am a Christian," I still feel the sting of pain
I have my share of heartache which is why I seek His name

When I say, "I am a Christian," I do not wish to judge
I have no authority--I only know I'm loved


Copyright 1988 Carol Wimmer