Every one of us experience happiness in life
and every one of us experience hard times.
It is all a part of the grand design, to learn,
to grow, to laugh, to cry, to feel every human
emotion and then with time we learn to let
what no longer serves us go, we see life
with our spirit and through the love of
our Creator. Finally when we get to
that place inside,we know it is the right
place because we realize that life is truly
beautiful after all.
My daughter gave me the most treasured gift today.
One which has amazed me in words that do not exist.
She painted this portrait of me and I am a bit in awe
to say the least. She has such depth in her talent
and I don’t think I am a mother just being bias.
I had to share it with you all.
In my minds eye, I saw my being
and kneeled, I had lifted my arms
towards the sky..
Not because I prayed to the sky
or something beyond even that,
on this day, but just because at
that very moment I knew I had
It is as a flower surrenders
to days of rain, wind and
Today I choose to be
We should not think of ourselves
as wiser or better than others.
We should rather think ‘I have learned
with the guidance of my Spirit, I therefore
am able to give of myself to others spiritually
and I allow others to give to me Spiritually.’
Keep it real. Follow your heart,
not your pride.
Missing D-Day veteran pulls off escape to Normandy
Last updated Fri 6 Jun 2014
Care home: Veteran can come and go as he pleases
Gracewell Healthcare, which runs the care home that reported 89-year-old Bernard Jordan as missing before he turned up in Normandy, said it is “definitely not the case” that the veteran was banned from attending the D-Day commemorations.
Gracewell Healthcare can confirm that The Pines care home resident Bernard Jordan attended the D-Day commemorations in Normandy today.
Mr Jordan has full capacity, which means that he can come and go from the home as he pleases, which he does on most days. At no stage was he banned from going to the commemorations.
In fact, staff at the home tried to get Mr Jordan on to an accredited tour with the Royal British Legion but, due to the last-minute nature of the request, this was not possible.
Mr Jordan was reported missing to the police yesterday evening as a matter of caution because he did not return form his normal trip to town and when he left had not told us he was still intent on trying to get to Normandy.
At Gracewell Healthcare we celebrate the individuality of our residents’ lives and are in awe of the part Mr Jordan played in the D-Day invasion 70 years ago.
– Peter Curtis, chief executive of Gracewell Healthcare
(Read more here and also more photos)
(To Marcie with love)
We are so lucky to be able to pick our own family
in our lives if we want to..
These are people we have shared our hearts
with and they with us too. These are people
who might disappear for years but we always
end up finding each other again and it is like
we have never been a part when we do.
These are people that may be far away
from us but are always, always held
closely in our hearts.
We were so very young when we first spent years
living a bit reckless to say the least. Now again in
our mid years we are able to shine together
because we made it through.
We are not blood, but she is my sister
and for that I am so grateful.
How could you not help loving this sister in life?
[All photos of Clematis flowers hand held with no image stabilizer]
So here I am in my front garden, wrestling with a black umbrella to be the shade I need in order to use my camera. This past Saturday, I was struggling with said umbrella to stay on a vine stand as it was sitting on a Honeysuckle Vine. It kept tumbling off, and I just could not for the life of me get it to stay. I needed to find a stable place for it to remain the shade block I required for beautiful Clematis. I was not about to let a mere umbrella defeat me! Uh-uh!
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I found this on my mothers face book and assumed she had
written it as she writes beautifully. I was just informed through my daughter she hadn’t written
it and the author is unknown. Sorry for the error, I should have asked first.
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As I’ve aged, I’ve become kinder to myself, and less critical
of myself. I’ve become my own friend…
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world, too soon;
before they understood the great freedom that comes with
Whose business is it, if I choose to read, or play, on the
computer, until 4 AM, or sleep until noon? I will dance with
myself to those wonderful tunes of the 50, 60 &70 ‘s, and if
I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love, I will.
I will walk the beach, in a swim suit that is stretched over a
bulging body, and will dive into the waves, with abandon, if
I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.
They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of
life is just as well forgotten. And, I eventually remember
the important things.
Sure, over the years, my heart has been broken. How can
your heart not break, when you lose a loved one, or when
a child suffers, or even when somebody ‘s beloved pet gets
hit by a car? But, broken hearts are what give us strength,
and understanding, and compassion. A heart never broken,
is pristine, and sterile, and will never know the joy of being
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair
turning gray,and to have my youthful laughs be forever
etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have
never laughed, and so many have died before their
hair could turn silver.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less
about what other people think. I don’t question myself
anymore. I’ve even earned the right to be wrong. So, to
answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free.
I like the person I have become. I am not going to live
forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time
lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what
will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day
(if I feel like it).
Straight from the heart.