Daily Inkling, true story, Word Prompts

Daily Inkling — My True Story!

Usually, I don’t post within my blogs anything personal; because my life is not that interesting and who cares that I burned the dinner last night anyway.

Today however the “Daily Inkling” stimulated an emotion, upon reading the prompt, inviting all to write about anything we might have with a signature and what that means to us.

My story starts here: While caring for my mother, who passed away six years ago at the early age of 98 — remembering her pleasant smile always, a gift to me, a memory and rare for someone unable to get out of bed; someone who spent her last ten months looking at the ceiling. My husband knew I had this responsibility of caring for her, all his plans of traveling here and there with me now on hold. The irony: He passed away exactly one year before her, November 2012 and she departed November 2013, just one day shy.
After they were gone; while going through their things, sorting, sifting, and separating whenever I found even just a tiny piece of their writings whether, on a note or scrap of paper, I stopped and stared at it in wonder. It was as if I saw for the first time their mindset or spirit. I thought, why did she scribble all those random words, what did they mean to her at that time? Thinking again, why did he draw that diagram, was it for me to understand something?
I kept those tiny pieces of treasures, little bits of their life that now became a precious gift, if only to myself.

Why do I blog? I imagine my loved ones TODAY perceive my blog here, they smile as they read my writings, composing of poems are a passing activity to keep my mind sharp, a hobby; while I whittle the time away!

Little do they know!

My desire for them to awaken, through the same discovering experience I received, they too will realize my written thoughts will become more than a passing activity. My family will read them in a new light. My vision for them to see ME again, to recognize and treasure any truths I learned during my journey we call life.

#FOWC, true story

How to NOT BE FOOLISH

The word of the day is “PARTISAN.”

William Harvey: Said this: “I avow myself the partisan of truth alone.”

The world today and “some” are foolish but they don’t want anyone to know it, so they just go along with the foolish media. Reminds me so much of this FAIRY TALE.

There is NOTHING THERE!

A STORY TO SPIN/TWIST ANY WAY YOU WANT!  A tale! TO CLICK ON …

 

 This Easter pray for discernment, pray to love the truth.   Don’t be FOOLISH!

 

Ah! Another Challenge, true story

I CHALLENGE YOU — What is your PHILOSOPHY?

For the Traditional Catholic such as myself, we take Holy Week serious, as should all those who think of themselves as Christians, and everyone concerned about life beyond this one. Because of this being Holy Week I will not be posting very much, perhaps here and there depending on if and when inspirations come my way. Please continue to read this short post for a little story below.

Check this story out don’t CLICK OFF or run away; it is not religious; however, it can be. Last week I was indulging in one of those old classic black and white movies found on Youtube. One of the characters is speaking, while discussing with another mentions his philosophy, and I adopted it for my secular philosophy as well. However, when you think about it long enough, it flows from this world our earthly life to the spiritual where we find everlasting happiness.

Ready?

The character and the entire theme of this comical vintage movie is based on these words;

“I want to be happy, but I can’t be happy unless I make you happy too!”

I like that philosophy; I wonder if anyone would take the challenge and think about what your philosophy is.

Share it if you will here on WordPress.  Sort of a Share your World to borrow the fantastic words of others here on WordPress.

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Americans— Examine your Conscience

A real personal story about me! Born and raised in Chicago and growing up to hear from my parents; “We are Democrats,” why, I asked as a young teenager one day, and they simply told me, “because the Democrats were for the poor, and we are not rich.” Later in my life, met the man I married, he also being born and raised from a staunchly Democratic family in Chicago. Years later as things began to change subtly both within the Catholic Church and all political organizations. “Why are we still Democrats?”
I asked him one day, “when their values have changed; and are no longer our values.” We agreed to change parties and never looked back.

Today while watching the news, it is a sad day, when good Americans are so disappointed when they see their President is found innocent of any crime. I remember a day when all Americans would hold their head up high, whether they liked the Presidents personality or not but still would be proud to know he was not a criminal as suspected.

America FIRST before politics was the mind of the people.

You don’t have to like him, so… don’t invite him to dinner, but be proud that your beloved Country has an innocent President, innocent maybe not of personal sins, who is? Innocent of the conspiracy/Russia story.

Come on! Is that the party you want, an injured party that by their own doing represent a dying body, a corpse-like organization because they cheer not for America, not for Truth and Justice but the power of their agenda know as the Godless NWO. Sooner or later they no doubt will get their “guy” a globalist in power, then we will indeed have something SAD to say. Not Today, HOWEVER!

Know that at that time God will intervene.

The word prompt #Corpse from FOWC daily prompt here – https://fivedotoh.com/2019/03/25/fowc-with-fandango-corpse/

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And, It Happened to Me, REALLY — True Story

Not only is the word prompt “Special” from The Daily Spur   —  This post is also special.

Usually, it is not my thing to write about my personal life. Love reading about yours but mine is on the dull side. That was until a few days ago which results with the inspirational title of this blog.  Today is special since it really happened to me!

Washington State having been inundated with snow during the last few weeks; even declared an emergency. So picture this; living in a home with a steep, metal roof. Yes, you can see where I am going with this story, but continue reading where the angels come in. Whoever said angels don’t exist and protect us are wrong.

There is one part of my home that the snow falls first, falling own to the porch below the roof. Hearing it fall I gazed out my window, noticing how cute my birdfeeder looked with the snow piled up to the sky. Grabbing my boots, and camera I started to venture down the walkway, where I needed to go to capture the picture.

This has never happened to me before which is why this is a special post, but I heard in my pee brain a voice, loud and clear; “STOP! don’t take another step.” I stopped and looked up to see there above just a little corner of snow that didn’t come down yet; it was at the edge of the roof above the spot where I intended to walk for the best view of my birdfeeder. From my viewpoint not realizing the danger I took another step, just then I heard the creaking above, and I instinctively froze.

I was wrong it was not just a little bit of snow, behind it was such a force, it shot off my roof, over the porch above me and on to the sidewalk just in front of me where I was standing frozen in fear. It knocked me over face down into the snow drifts beside me; it felt as if a cannon ball hit my upper back and neck. However, because I did hesitate and stopped just before the avalanche, instead of standing in full line I was only standing at the end of the snow line.

I did manage to get up, retrieved my camera which flew in the snow drifts, retreated inside the house, pondered about the experience as to what could have been but wasn’t.

After a few moments, I climbed over the snow-covered walkway and took the coveted picture. Today I am reminded by the experience with a souvenir whiplash on my neck and of course, the birdfeeder picture is seen below.

BirdFeeder