Love my coffee in the morning. Clears the brain, eases the muscles, and taste so good. Nothing a "cup of joe" enjoying what life.
Mmmm
Thursday, January 30, 2014
Monday, January 27, 2014
...
There are times in my life I often wonder if it always going to be as it is. Is this the way it should be? Am I happy with how my life is? Would I be happy if it were different?
Hard to tell.
One thing is for certain, I who I am. (Not Popeye.)
Just food for thought.
DA
Hard to tell.
One thing is for certain, I who I am. (Not Popeye.)
Just food for thought.
DA
Randomness
On the bench...
As I look around at random people, I often wonder what is going on in their lives. Are the having a good day? A bad day? Are they happy? Sad?
Then I wonder if they wonder about me. Do they question how my day it life is as I question theirs?
Sometimes I will look up and lock eyes with someone. For an instant, our lives are connected. Depending on our moods, we might smile at each other. Or perhaps just look away. On some occasions, there has been winking.
Regardless of the situation, a moment passes between two strangers. For that brief instant - we were in each other's lives. I think I'll try to have more of those moments. Even if it is brief, it's an acknowledgment that we are all in this life together.
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Long time... No see.
It has been a very long time since I've posted. I apologize. Life can be trying at times, but that is not an excuse. It just wasn't on my to-do list.
Now I find I need to write or I think I will go mad.
Though I do continue to write in book, whenever there is chance for it, I like to write random nonsense to myself.
The other day, I noticed a particular cloud in the sky which made me think of snow. Of how I missed the snow in Tennessee. Residing in Texas, again, the weather can be quite peculiar. Just a couple of days ago there was ice every where, today it is sunny and warm. Gotta love this Texas weather.
Tonight, I write from my bed. Pondering how things turn out. My life is much like the weather here in Texas - cold one day and hot the next. It has been on a cold stretch for a long time. (Mostly by choice.)
Life is only what you make of it. Though its cold, it can be warm or hot whenever I choose it to be. Right now, I'm enjoying the warmth...
Hopefully it won't be another seven months before I post again. ;)
Now I find I need to write or I think I will go mad.
Though I do continue to write in book, whenever there is chance for it, I like to write random nonsense to myself.
The other day, I noticed a particular cloud in the sky which made me think of snow. Of how I missed the snow in Tennessee. Residing in Texas, again, the weather can be quite peculiar. Just a couple of days ago there was ice every where, today it is sunny and warm. Gotta love this Texas weather.
Tonight, I write from my bed. Pondering how things turn out. My life is much like the weather here in Texas - cold one day and hot the next. It has been on a cold stretch for a long time. (Mostly by choice.)
Life is only what you make of it. Though its cold, it can be warm or hot whenever I choose it to be. Right now, I'm enjoying the warmth...
Hopefully it won't be another seven months before I post again. ;)
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Writing?
Sitting on the bench tonight...
My thoughts are consumed. Consumed by a need to write. Unfortunately, though there is a need to write, there is not always the means to do so.
As with many writers, or aspiring writers, I can be filled with self-doubt. Constantly asking myself, do I know the correct spelling for a word? Did I use the word correctly? How many words make a proper sentence in a story? How many sentences can make a complete paragraph in a novel? How short or long must chapters be? Are there any real rules to writing in your own style?
These are just a few of the questions which will swim around in my mind while I try to write. I can get so lost in the questions, the actual act of writing is kind of lost. Lost to never be heard of again. Which is too bad, because some of the stories in my head are crazy.
Then there are days like yesterday, when a simple conversation can change the stars. It's a reminder of why I love to write. And also, that I have my own style of writing which is different than everyone else. Writers have a certain rhythm when they write. Its almost like music when my fingers are typing the keys to form words which then turn to sentences and paragraphs; which ultimately transform my thoughts to visual aids to my readers.
Feeling rejuvenated from last night's conversation, I feel a new spark/flame/light/surge... whatever you want to call it, I feel it. So it is with this new found "feeling" that I end this post in today's blog.
Happy writing...
~D
My thoughts are consumed. Consumed by a need to write. Unfortunately, though there is a need to write, there is not always the means to do so.
As with many writers, or aspiring writers, I can be filled with self-doubt. Constantly asking myself, do I know the correct spelling for a word? Did I use the word correctly? How many words make a proper sentence in a story? How many sentences can make a complete paragraph in a novel? How short or long must chapters be? Are there any real rules to writing in your own style?
These are just a few of the questions which will swim around in my mind while I try to write. I can get so lost in the questions, the actual act of writing is kind of lost. Lost to never be heard of again. Which is too bad, because some of the stories in my head are crazy.
Then there are days like yesterday, when a simple conversation can change the stars. It's a reminder of why I love to write. And also, that I have my own style of writing which is different than everyone else. Writers have a certain rhythm when they write. Its almost like music when my fingers are typing the keys to form words which then turn to sentences and paragraphs; which ultimately transform my thoughts to visual aids to my readers.
Feeling rejuvenated from last night's conversation, I feel a new spark/flame/light/surge... whatever you want to call it, I feel it. So it is with this new found "feeling" that I end this post in today's blog.
Happy writing...
~D
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Thursday, May 30, 2013
Father's Day 2013
On the bench...
I know I've not posted in a long time, but why not post for the first time in ages on a day like Father's Day. I wanted to share this, even if it's only for myself; I have been truly blessed in this life. Blessed by God with a father unlike any other - especially since he is the only one I have. The only one on earth that is.
As a child growing up, I didn't get to spend much time with my dad. He was always working and I only remember bits and pieces of him in my life. There are a few memories that stand out, one in particular is when I was very young, probably three or four. He and I were sitting on our couch in the living room where he was showing me how to tie my shoe. I remember looking at his fingers moving the strings this way and that way, and then looking up into his eyes. He smiled. His smile is the kind that reaches up into his eyes and they almost disappear. I don't remember if I tied my shoes that day, but I remember that moment some 30 + years later.
So when thinking of what song to post to celebrate fathers, I came up blank. I wanted something that shared the emotions I did that day when I looked into his eyes. You see, I didn't know that day, but I was looking at love in true form. A father's true love is unlike anything else. My children have not been blessed with a father like mine, but they have been bless with a Grandfather!! He gives them that same look.
Thank you Daddy, for always being there, for sacrificing for us and going without, for listening, for debating, for crying, for laughing, for protecting, for nurturing, for smiling, but most of all for loving not only me and my kids, but the others who have come and gone from our home as well.
It is important to remember that not all fathers are biological. A true father is one that is there for you through all the good and bad, and still loves you and wants to help you. One who loves you unconditionally like our Father in Heaven. He is always here for us. All of us.
Found this song on YouTube and thought it fit perfectly into what I wanted to say about my father. I hope you like it...
Through The Eyes of My Father - Brianna Haynes
No time to proof read.... Hope there aren't too many mistakes. Yikes!
I know I've not posted in a long time, but why not post for the first time in ages on a day like Father's Day. I wanted to share this, even if it's only for myself; I have been truly blessed in this life. Blessed by God with a father unlike any other - especially since he is the only one I have. The only one on earth that is.
As a child growing up, I didn't get to spend much time with my dad. He was always working and I only remember bits and pieces of him in my life. There are a few memories that stand out, one in particular is when I was very young, probably three or four. He and I were sitting on our couch in the living room where he was showing me how to tie my shoe. I remember looking at his fingers moving the strings this way and that way, and then looking up into his eyes. He smiled. His smile is the kind that reaches up into his eyes and they almost disappear. I don't remember if I tied my shoes that day, but I remember that moment some 30 + years later.
So when thinking of what song to post to celebrate fathers, I came up blank. I wanted something that shared the emotions I did that day when I looked into his eyes. You see, I didn't know that day, but I was looking at love in true form. A father's true love is unlike anything else. My children have not been blessed with a father like mine, but they have been bless with a Grandfather!! He gives them that same look.
Thank you Daddy, for always being there, for sacrificing for us and going without, for listening, for debating, for crying, for laughing, for protecting, for nurturing, for smiling, but most of all for loving not only me and my kids, but the others who have come and gone from our home as well.
It is important to remember that not all fathers are biological. A true father is one that is there for you through all the good and bad, and still loves you and wants to help you. One who loves you unconditionally like our Father in Heaven. He is always here for us. All of us.
Found this song on YouTube and thought it fit perfectly into what I wanted to say about my father. I hope you like it...
Through The Eyes of My Father - Brianna Haynes
No time to proof read.... Hope there aren't too many mistakes. Yikes!
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