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First off, here on Friday, I would like to send out a great big Thank You for all of my new followers;

as well as all of those who have been here for quite a long time.

Just this week I noticed that the followers number went over 300!

Exciting!

My hope is that I can make some small difference for you in the heart you live with.

January 5, 2020

This view never gets old.

30 years, and I still feel so blessed.

January 8, 2020

Even in town, the beauty is stunning.

Be well.

Be blessed.

Until next time…

Just Notice

The last post I posted in 2019 was about three things that I have put on high priority for the year 2020 and beyond. Year End Ponderings

  1. Helping people
  2. Writing
  3. Photography

Notice. This word keeps coming back to my mind. Notice.

The official definition of the word was much more involved than I first thought.; Written announcement – Warning – Attention – Review – Observe – Perceive – Mention – Recognize – Discern – Detect.

Oh my goodness.

So much more than I thought, so much more than meets the eye.

So where do I want to go with this.

My original idea was to just NOTICE what is around me.

Hmm. I’m still there, but there has to be more, just by virtue of the scope of the definitions.  

The words that are most directly connected to my own thoughts on the word NOTICE, are the following; PERCEIVE, RECOGNIZE, OBSERVE, DISCERN.

*When I was growing up, I had very little if any ideas of my own.

I’m not sure I NOTICED much.

I did only what was expected (barely) and what I was told (I was afraid not to).

I was taught WHAT to think, not HOW to think.

When I had children of my own, a new PERCEPTION began to rise in me.

I RECOGNIZED that I actually had choices that I could make for myself, and I also RECOGNIZED that I could teach my children the value of making good choices.

(To this day, I can hear my daughter, sending her teenagers off to school, calling out – “Make good choices!)

Later on, I began journaling while I was reading my Bible.

Much of that was simply about what I NOTICED in my Bible.

It began simply by writing out, word for word what I was reading, if it made sense to me.

Eventually, I was able to begin OBSERVING I was having some thoughts about what I was reading.

I was RECOGNIZING how God’s word could apply to my life.

So my journaling began to look a little differently.

The bullet point OBSERVATIONS became more like real sentences.

Real sentences became more like real paragraphs.

And low and behold, I OBSERVED that I could help people with my words.

So those words turned into a blog.

A blog in 2012 that was very different from one in 2019 and beyond.

Here is where some DISCERNING came in.

DISCERNING what is needed, what to share, what will be the most helpful to the person out there searching.

I began to NOTICE along the way, that there are folks who need to be loved, honored, taught, and yes, NOTICED.

And I am happy that I can be capable of some of that.

*These are some of the same things I NOTICED when I began just taking photos on my phone a few years back.

I PERCEIVED that there is a lot of beauty out there that others never get to see.

I RECOGNIZED that all my years I have been a lover of sky watching, far away landscapes, and enjoying beauty in general.

I RECOGNIZED that by photographing things, I could lift my own mood, so DISCERNMENT came in right here too; why not use that enjoyment to help lift the moods of others.

The fact that a photographer often OBSERVES things in a different way than the general public looks strange to some, but for real, it is a gift to those who do not possess it.

It is just one of the myriad ways to help bring peace to an upset countenance.

*Finally, with the same process, I PERCEIVED that through all of my life, I’ve been able to RECOGNIZE those around me who have been somehow traumatized in their lives.

Not all have been able to find the way to mental or physical health.

DISCERNMENT helped me to NOTICE/REALIZE that not all PTSD is combat related.

I learned through study, that it can also be caused by multiple kinds of trauma; mental trauma, sexual trauma, trauma from an accident or loss, or a host of other things.

There is no end to the things that cause harm to people.

Just because you can’t see it, doesn’t mean it’s not there.

I OBSERVED that sharing my story, in whole or in part, can help some to find a step to begin on, and even a soft place to land, when things don’t turn out the way they should.

I can indeed be a “basket holder” while their pieces are flying off (because they will fly off).

When they stop flying, I can help in some way to put their pieces back together again.

DISCERNING when, where, and how, is a gift, and it can be PERCEIVED if I am quiet enough.   

In Isaiah 54 the Bible speaks of the Covenant that God makes with those that love Him.

My favorite verse is #17a KJV – No weapon that is formed against you shall prosper.

It does not say there will be no weapon – like depression and sadness, or trauma and PTSD, bad physical or mental health – it says they will not prosper.

Until next time.

The Grumpy Guardian

Just the other day I was putzing around in the driveway, waiting for my ride.

I was noting the really cool texture on one of the trees that faces our driveway.

I quickly snapped a photo, and walked away.

Looking at it later, I saw him – the one I’ll call the Grumpy Guardian.

He’s been guarding our driveway all this time without our knowledge.

A little over 30 years!

He really made my day!

The Grumpy Guardian

Perhaps he needs a Christmas hat?

Hope he made you smile!

Until next time.

Our Thanksgiving Vacation

What do you get when you take the two youngest grand children, G-ma, G-pa, the dog, and put them together with the older cousins and their granddaughter, and add to them to a GMC Denali, for a weekend?

Fun – That’s what you get!

Memories – That’s the coolest thing you get!

On our way to southern Missouri.
Happy travelers.
Beautiful skies.
Add some color.
White Birch in Peek Ranch.
At Peek Ranch.
Greer Springs Mill.
Greer Springs Mill.
Enormous wasp nest on site at Greer Mill.
The sign on the road used to say Greer on one side, and Greer on the other. Sadly I couldn’t find the sign.
One of hubby’s old home places.
Hubby’s childhood haunts.
Not forgotten.
There were new flowers near the back.
Saturday’s Tour.
The day gave us clouds, but we made the best of it!
Waiting in line to get to the top.
Always, always, the line.
Our scruffy bunch!
Ooops! They got me!
I think they like each other.
A beautiful but bumpy ride to the
church.
Calms. My. Heart.
Always the same – Ever changing
Last Missouri meal together.

I hope you enjoyed your pocket trip “Down home.”

See you next time.

Our Weekend at Union Station in St. Louis – A Photo Journal

Architecture from the entertainment area.
Our room was on the ground floor under the word HOTEL.
Thankfully – the music stopped at 10:00!
I had to erase the sound – copyright – but imagine the song “Gloria” by Laura Brannigan – Really loud!
Just right for the kiddos!
Great signage.
Easy to get in all your steps!
Steps, steps, and more steps.
Resting places.
Tucked in everywhere.
Welcome!
Just dream about the stories this stairway could tell!
Gorgeous formal entry.
Ladies to the left, Gents to the right.
Just beautiful.
There is an ever changing light show done on this ceiling.
But boo … I seemed to have missed it.
You can almost picture the crowds coming and going when train travel was at it’s peak!
You know I love some good lines …
Our room was ground floor way up on the right – close to the music!
6th floor view of where the entertainment happens.
A full water feature – so soothing to the nerves.
If you are ever anywhere near Union Station – This place is hard to beat for a tasty, affordable meal, with excellent service.
A final glance from the parking lot.

I hope you enjoyed your armchair trip of Union Station in St. Louis, and that you will join me again next time.

“Help Mate?”

Greetings!

I had a neat idea for today’s post,

but after finally getting up and getting around,

My plans were changed.

So here is the story, and the result of that change.

For the first 20 years of living here, we heated our home with wood.

It was so efficient, you could say we overheated it.

We heated our entire home with a wood stove like this one.

Over the past ten years or so, the labor has become to intensive for us to handle keeping it going.

So this year, it will go to our nephew in Missouri when we visit for a family gathering.

Of course it had to be uninstalled, which means that someone has to go up on the roof, and disengage the stove pipe, and squirrel cage, and the venting.

My husband has some usual suspects that he calls for these things.

Some were in the field.

Some were out of town.

Some were simply unavailable.

When I hear the call, “Help Mate?” I know that something I don’t want to do will surely follow.

Something loud. Something heavy. Something hard.

On this occasion – Something was UP!

Let me state very clearly – I do not do UP.

Until today.

Knowing that I would likely never have this opportunity again;

Here are the photos I took from a place called – UP.

Again, I don’t do UP, so the photos are not real high quality,

but they are real.

East-ish
East
Northwest
Southeast
Southeast

It truthfully wasn’t so bad after the initial shock of it.

But my feet are on the ground now.

And hopefully, they will stay there.

Until next time …