The day Miss Vivian was thrown off her high horse,
people didn’t look so small anymore.
– by C. Dennis-Willingham
Karma for Snobs?
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Tag Archives: gratitude
Do Not Weep for Me
Do not weep for me
for I have experienced a lifetime of joy
the sounds of birthing
the squeals of jubilant voices.
Do not weep for me
for I have felt the vibrations of storms
and weathered through them with dignity.
I have witnessed the changing of seasons
and watched the children have children.
I have seen the fruits gathered and shared by many hands.
I have smelled the soups of wellness upon a cookstove,
freshly cut grass at my entrance,
and the rain both distant and near.
I have experienced these things and more.
Do not weep for me.
Weep for the forlorn.
via Forlorn
Feel Each Day Divine
The years are not your gremlins
but merely passing times
so spend them wisely
grow and learn
and feel each day divine
Happy Thanks-Day, everyone!
#feelinggrateful
via Gremlins
Wear It Well
I Appreciate’cha!
600 followers? But I’m not even a leader!
Just a mere writer and voracious reader.
Regardless,
This Moment is for You
I just want to take a moment to thank you, all my blogging buds, for the time you have spent looking at my posts and for following me. For a writer, there is no greater compliment. (I know I ramble about all kinds of things)
I also thank you for your postings. They make me laugh, cry, think, learn, and fill me with inspiration. Looking forward to more!
—Carolyn D-W
—also known as Me-Maw 
Praise for the Mountain
If I were a cow
I would roam beneath a mountain
and drink from a cool stream.
If I were an Arrowleaf flower
I would grow on a mountain hillside
and smile proudly at the hikers passing by.
If I were the remains of an old mining cable
I would stare at the mountains
and remember a time
when miners depended on my strength
to transport their coal.
If I were a wooden bridge
I would keep walkers safe as they crossed
and as they stopped in my middle
to admire the the mountain stream view
And if I were a mountain
I would look to the clouds and smile.
The reflected image of my life
Serendipitously, I looked over toward the mirror in my bathroom and saw this — the reflected image of my past with my husband and kids — a reminder of where we were and how far we’ve come. As I like to say, “there goes that universe again.” Once again, the awareness of life, love, and the passage of time, deepens. I am grateful.
A garden, grateful
The hail
ripped through my okra,
oh what a storm,
the cucumbers, too
but the onions survived
and so did the corn!
When Mother Nature thumps you into awareness
Yesterday morning, when I woke up, I couldn’t talk. This morning, when I woke up, I still couldn’t talk. I mean, NOT AT ALL. Laryngitis is an interesting condition. Perhaps it is nature’s way of telling you to listen, to be still, to be contemplative.
I counted my blessings.
But damnit, I wanted to add to the lunch conversation! I had things to contribute, information to share!
“Ha Ha,” the Universe laughed.
“Holler if you need anything,” a friend laughed.
“Now she can’t yell at me,” my husband said, laughing in the phone with my doctor.
My mini Aussie cocked his head at my silence, but could still read my body language as I could still read his. “Ball time! Ball time! Ball time!”
I counted my blessings.
This evening, I count my blessings. Not because I can now croak out a couple of words in a lengthy sentence.
I count my blessings because they are there. Silence did not destroy even one.
Be still and silent when you can.
Otherwise, Mother Nature will make you.
She’s clever like that.
-Carolyn
Carolyn Dennis-Willingham 