Today there is wonder......

This day there is wonder….

There is loving abundance…..

This is all I need!

And tomorrow will be another miracle

Of a thousand blessings….

There is enough…

There is plenty.

The moments, next week, next month, next year….

There is beauty….

There is pleasure…

There is growth…

And forever, the planets turn in this awesome space…

The sun gives it’s warmth…

The moon it’s light.

There is a reservoir of wonderful experiences that we are a part….

For many

Lifetimes

Of

Peace

And

Joy

And

Harmony.

History made right!

While I was in Boise for five weeks, I was privileged to help a dear friend put together a scrapbook of pictures that honored Lt. Vernon Baker, the last living World War II, African-American that earned the Congressional Medal of Honor. Fifty-two years after his heroics on the battlefield, President Bill Clinton gave him the medal he earned.....history made right and America clearing its conscience. How far we have come from the horrible prejudice that inflicted such injustice in a nation built on equality, but withholding it for such a long time for so many. Perhaps the hypocrisy is coming to an end and we are making great strides in what I call internal terrorism. Mr. Baker now lives in St. Maries, Idaho.

Winter protection....

Winter is hard on pottery....it freezes and cracks from the temperature variations, freezing and thawing over and over again. Protect and insulate planted pots you want to leave out over winter by burying them in the soil or wrapping them with insulating material. Mulch perennials you want to protect. Turn empty pots upside down so moisture does not collect in the bottom while stored. And..........make sure your hoses are disconnected from the spigot to prevent a pipe from bursting. Insulate outside hose spigots with bell covers easily purchased from many places....Lowe's, Home Depot, gardening stores. Clean all gardening tools and put them away in a dry spot.

In my lifetime!

This election was momentous.....not in terms of red states and blue states, Republican and Democrats, but in terms of the historical progress this country has made on human kinship......acceptance of human beings as leaders regardless of skin color or gender.

In my mother's life time....women were granted the right to vote. (80 years ago) In my life time...segregation ended and the oppressive terrorism of racism and sexism began to diminish. (50 years ago)

When you read the history of segregation and the history of the sufferagettes fight to earn the right to vote....it gives new meaning to the slogans of both parties....YES, WE CAN.....and COUNTRY FIRST!

Pay attention, youngsters.....you just saw a giant pivot point that will change the constipated mentality of many! Youth of America, first time voters were a huge part of this 2008 election. It was a long time coming and here it is. I intend to continue to pray for our country, our new president and his family and be a continuing part of making this world a better place to live. It's our country.....YES WE CAN....it's about equality and human kinship!

History is made!

Congratulations America for embracing the winds of change.
Yes, we can!

Tuesday's prayer....

Let me not be entangled

in this life by

accident,

desperation,

or

hopeless

pessimism....

but,

threaded into this tapestry

with beauty and grace,

securely knotted into

the construction of

this joyful

Universe.

Let me be as a shiny silver needle,

sharply stitching strength

into the patterns of each day,

reinforcing love with every tug

that pulls the thread

through the

divine

design.

Love the memories....make them happy!

There are moments that totally describe the joys of parenting....they make you smile for years....they make you tear up with memories....they make you glad you were born. Here's one of mine......I filled the tub with warm water, just the right temperature for two little boys that needed a bath. It was their ritual every night before bedtime....a bath and a bedtime story. Just the right amount of Mr. Bubble was put in the water to make it more fun to splash and play. But then, the phone rang and the box of Mr. Bubble was left on the shelf within reach of Mark and Scott. When I returned after a tiny moment in time.....I couldn't find them.....the bubbles had covered them. Finally, two little tan faces appeared and I went for the camera.....smiling, glad to be a Mom. Now they are 45 and 46 with memories of their own babies....I will always be glad they all are a part of my journey.