tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3488292231073014462012-02-10T15:22:53.976-05:00...so I will! Sharing ideas and notions on being a real Human Being.Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972581158834240144noreply@blogger.comBlogger5061100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348829223107301446.post-76868280188589604602012-02-08T14:28:00.005-05:002012-02-08T18:56:06.823-05:00

I was raised in a Pre-Vatican II, Roman Catholic world. I received an outstanding education over 12 years, thanks to the dedication and discipline of two different orders of sisters. Elementary school was spent with the Sisters of St. Francis of Philadelphia. My high school years were navigated by the Daughters of Charity from Emmitsburg, Maryland. I am blessed in both experiences. I found

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Louis C. TiffanyMay the week to come bring light that sparks your creative heart.Namaste' Till Next Time,Holly

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Catherine The Great of RussiaDuring my time in Russia, I became quite fascinated by this empress. She was a remarkably capable, compassionate ruler, and in many ways advanced for her time. She is sometimes called, The Enlightened Empress. But, sadly her qualities are not what first come to mind when you hear her name. Instead, we think of her sexual exploits. Yes, she had many lovers. If

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It's started; big time it's started. It's most obvious in the political races that are now going on. And, just today, the car in front of me had a bumper sticker that read, "2012, The End of An Error".You all know me enough by now to know that I found it clever because of the play on words. And, maybe or maybe not, my political views might mirror the sentiment. But, just so you know, my

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I'm standing in a department store browsing. A woman asks me, "Do you know if they have this attachment for a Kitchen-Aide mixer?" As it happens, I don't but I do know where they have the stand mixers so I tell her that much and suggest she ask the clerk who I just saw in that area. She moves on. I continue browsing. Not for the first time has this happened to me. Actually, it happens quite

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May you rest and renew today.Namaste' Till Next Time,Holly

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Michael has always responded to his children, when it comes to experience being the best teacher, "No, someone else's experience is the best teacher!" He means that you don't have to go through a hard time if you will listen to someone who tells you how it can be. If only you would listen.So, because I love you, for the love of gawd, please listen to me so you can avoid the same bad outcome.

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May you have a buddy to share your Sunday.Namaste' Till Next Time,Holly aka Mommer

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I haven't been ignoring you. I'm still very much here. It's just that my days are taken up following this intrepid wee one around and making sure that Rory and Fiona don't stuff him in the dust bin.Argyle has taken over the house; much like any new baby seems to do. And, much to the dismay of the orderly routine that all here had established. But, each day I see progress. Tiny steps to match

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It is Yule. The longest night and shortest day. The time to bring light into your home to scatter the dark spaces and places. A time to illuminate the dark corners of our thinking. To scatter our fears and concerns.Tomorrow, the day grows by seconds and the night shrinks by those same seconds. The scales begin to tip into our favor of longer light and less dark. Tonight begins the New

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You have to click on this image to get the full impact of it. When Michael and I were driving around in a neighborhood, we came across this tree in a corner lot. This is a tree that one individual took hours to complete. There were no wires that could be seen. I can't imagine how many thousands of lights this is...or how much patience it took to do this.And, it was done to bring a smile and

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This is my Nativity village. Please, click on the image to see it larger so you can enjoy all the people who live there. When I was about six or seven years old, Nanny The World's Meanest Woman, took me downtown during the Christmas season. She was on a very specific mission that trip.She had decided that I should have a Creche. She didn't tell me what she had in mind until we got to the

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In the peace of the night, the owls called.The sign that winter is here once again.Namaste' Till Next Time,Holly

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I already know what I'm getting for Christmas, but I swear I didn't peek and go searching for the box. I already know because my Christmas gift is also my 5th anniversary gift. It is too big to be just for one special occassion. And, I had to agree that I wanted the present before Michael finalized his surprise.Because, well, after all, I will have to work hard to keep it in good working order

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I'm laying in bed this morning, still involved with my post-Thanksgiving, turkey induced comma....minding my own business and luxuriating in the warmth and softness of the flannel sheets. Having a love affair with Morpheus.The bedroom door creeks open a wee crack and then next there is a Scottie presence anxiously standing next to the bed. And, it goes like this:Rory: Mum! Mum! Ye mun wake

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May your day of rest be as restful.Namaste' Till Next Time,Holly

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Well, here is Ava and her three month picture. Laura wrote, "Ava is now three months and I asked Livy to help me by holding the sign. Needless to say she was quite excited by that and wouldn't stop waving it around!"I couldn't help but laugh when I look at Ava's expression. Is it just me or do you, also, hear her pleading, "Someone please, please help me!"When I look back on Livy's series of

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Saturday evening, Michael and I were standing on line in the men's department at J.C. Penney, waiting for our favorite sales man to complete his business with an elderly couple.We couldn't help but hear Gary as he said all the usual things, such as, "Oh, yes, I think the tie you've chosen will go very well with this suit and a white shirt. You will look very nice."Then a bit later, he said to

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A quiet Sunday morning...such a blessing.Namaste' Till Next Time,Holly

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This critter is a vole, sometimes called a meadow mouse. I looked hard to find an image that make it look less icky... trust me, when you see them, they aren't cute at all.This critter is, of course, Rory. I don't have to look hard to find an image to make him look cute because it's just not possible for him to look any other way.Once again, he reminded me that voles and he simply do not mix.

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Ahhh....isn't she adorable?! That's little Holly Dolly with her eyes open and sporting her new red collar. Oh yeah, you know you want to cuddle her. Go on, admit it! After all, she's getting used to it.Namaste' Till Next Time,Holly aka Dogmother Holly to HollyPhoto courtesy of Lynn Jennings Spencer

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One of the things that cousin Val and I came across in this summer's cleaning out of my aunt Kat's apartment, were photos that she treasured and kept. This one of her parents, must have been a favorite because it was sandwiched under the glass of her dresser. A place that she was sure to see every day when she stopped to grab an under garment or dab some perfume behind her ears.I was unfamiliar

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We are grateful for the signs of bounty & friends in our lives.Thank you, Rebecca, for a wonderful day working together!Namaste' Till Next Time,Holly aka The Applesauce Maker

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I suspect that this blog post may lose me a few readers; I'll have to live with that. Because this is such an intensely emotional topic, I've stayed silent for a very long time. Not because I don't have my opinions, but more because I couldn't clearly articulate my thoughts.I am liberal in my views about people being happy in their lives and life-styles, but I admit to being fiscally

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Dear Spirit,That was a good trick you pulled.Now, can I have my treat?Boo!Namaste' Till Next Time,Holly

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Is this not the cutest wee Scottie you've seen in awhile? She's so new her eyes aren't even opened yet.She is one of five healthy Scots delivered recently over at Rocky Creek Scotties. She was the first to be born.And, in honor of me, she's been named Holly...How cool is that? I'm not certain that her family will keep the name or not. But I will always know she was named after me. Even if I

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Even the worn, the brittle, the spent among us add beauty to the landscape.If only we develop the eyes to recognize this.Namaste' Till Next Time,Holly

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No, that's not a type-o in the title...I'm a lucky woman, I have three suns to brighten my galaxy. Yesterday, Evan left to visit the east side of our big state and spend time with some of his pals before heading back to the base. He was going to also visit with his Grandfather and drop off a gift from his tour overseas.We decided it would be a nice thing to do, to take the journey with him. So,

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That's the last of it. The garden has been put to bed and this is all that is left. It's pretty, the shapes and textures. I suppose I'll have to see if I can successfully fry the green tomatoes.My neighbor, Cindy, and I did not have a lot of luck with our garden this year. The cucumber vines and the squash plants turned brown and stopped producing. They went very early. The tomatoes

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This handsome Greyhound is Drive. I do not know all the details; I simply know he is gone. And, like a great many people, I am heart broken. His owner is someone who I have come to know in this crazy cyber world of ours, via Facebook. Alisha and I have never met. I don't know if I'd recognize her in a crowd. But, I do know I'm pretty torn up for her and her family.It happened yesterday.

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Ava looks a bit bemused by this picture business....and well, she may not take to having a camera flashed at her as much as Miss Livy seemed to take to it. However, we will have our monthly pictures for her first year! Laura is good like that, making sure from the very beginning that both of her girls feel loved in equal measure.As to whether the girls feel that will be on them, not for Laura

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Evan has made it safely home from his tour of duty.He is home with us for a few short days.We are blessed; so are you.Namaste' Till Next Time,Holly aka WSM

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There is a good possibility that I said a prayer for you this day, or sent a thought {{hug}}, or deliberately smiled when your name drifted through my thoughts. And for those of you, of whose belief system I am sure, I've said a prayer in that vein. It is said that praying for a person, 'by name,' is the most powerful form of prayer. I like the notion of being able to amp up a simple good

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Blessings on you wee Ava, you are a miracle.Namaste' Till Next Time,Holly aka Great Aunt Holly

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There are few things that I will miss about summer when it's gone. One of them is fresh corn. Livy would agree. Don't fret about the fact that the ear of corn is as big as her head. She can tackle it!Each season, just like each person, has virtues and delicious parts. Hope you have the opportunity to experience that today. Yum!Namaste' Till Next Time,Holly aka Great Aunt Holly

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"I do not understand the mystery of grace--only that it meets us where weare, but does not leave us where it found us."~ Ann LamontI hope today, you have a chance to rest in the light and feel the grace all around you. It's cool, gray, and rainy as I write this. Autumn is definitely dancing closer. There is a sense of relief and quiet that follows the blaze of Summer days. Namaste' Till

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Because Americans will and can never forget...but more miraculously, they move forward from tragedy and build it to triumph.Namaste' Till Next Time,Holly aka She Who Remembersimage of the Freedom Tower Fountain thanks to the Internet

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Please understand that I am very aware that thousands have lost everything thanks to Hurricane Irene and her flooding aftermath. The pictures are awful and now the east coast is getting pounded by the left-overs from tropical storm Lee. And adding insult to injury, Hurricane Katia is swirling her mischief in the Atlantic.Michael and I were scheduled to leave Friday for a vacation that we've

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Even in the worst of storms, you are never alone. Namaste' Till Next Time, Holly aka She Who Is Thinking of Hurricane Irene

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I've always been considered funny. Some think I'm hysterical. Occasionally I'm described as droll. I can go on rants...you've read them here if you follow the blog and find them amusing. I used to be the Queen of Sarcasm. Not so much any more. Every once in awhile, I'll get that blinding flash of the absolute ridiculousness of a moment and have to share it, but for the most part, my sarcasm

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...when was the last time you saw something this adorable? I love this new picture. What? You want to see more? Okay, but just a wee bit... ...because as you can see, Ava is extending her beauty sleep. Hope you find some adorability, (I don't know if it's a word, but if it isn't it should be,) in your day today! Namaste' Till Next Time, Holly aka Great Aunt Holly

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Michael and I were in Hanover with his father this past weekend. Dad turned 82 years old. He agrees that's no small feat considering that we were deathly afraid we were going to lose him to cancer two years ago. The cancer and the subsequent treatments took a toll on him, but he still enjoys his life. Michael's brother, Tony, was there from Hong Kong and his brother John came in for a visit

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On days when life is hard, I stop and recall the dayswhen love was so easy to feel.And, that makes all things possible once again.Namaste' Till Next Time,Holly aka Aunt Hol, Great Aunt Holly

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"Rest; be still, I am with you, and you are never alone."Namaste' Till Next Time,HollyPhoto of Rory in our Garden taken by My Lion

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Katherine V. MarksWe will miss you.Namaste' Till Next Time,Holly aka Kat's Niece

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Goodbye...the word is a contraction of the phrase, "God be with ye." We say it all the time. Except, I don't. Not ever with people when they are going or I am leaving, do I use that word. Generally, I say, "Love you! Talk with you soon! See you later!" Anything but goodbye.In other languages, there are more subtle but specific delineation between, goodbye and farewell. We aren't that

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The man in this picture has been a key figure in my life since I was 14 years old. He means as much to me as my father. After Dad was gone, he moved without my even being aware of it, to the position of fatherly love and guidance.He left this world last night. Quietly. Peacefully. The way a good man deserves to leave this world. Leave, with those of us who adored him left to remember him

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Find a few moments each day to go 'inside' yourself. You will always find a welcome there.Namaste' Till Next Time,HollyImage Harrisonburg, VA 2011

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I swore I wasn't going to do this, give that ass of a congressman any attention here at Your Mother Knows. Let's just say, I hope he eventually does the right thing and resigns his office on the grounds of not only being a skank, but for consistently and blatantly lying after the jig was up.Really, Weiner, did you have to call all those major newscasters to your office, make them sit down with

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"The puppies will be ready for visitors sometime around June 4," Lynn explained. "Gary and I would be happy to have you and Michael bring Rory and Fiona to see them. Would that work for you?"The chance to see eight wheaten Scotties? To hold them and smell puppy breath and cuddle? You bet. Well, even if it is a good six+ hours of a drive, how many times do you get that chance?! Michael said,

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For vistas that leave us speechless...~ AmenNamaste' Till Next Time,HollySky Line Drive 2011

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Summer First NightIn the blessed black of first night,I look up with longing to a velvet skyFilled to over-flowing with stars.The soft breeze strokes my armsCaresses my cheekKisses me hello to Summer.My eyes adjust to the sweep of skyTaking in more starsMore details.Slowly, the stars begin to fallDrifting out of their seatsSailing soft seeking ground.They twinkle...offThey stutter...offThey

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Just the other day, I was writing about the Internet and how it is being edited, without our knowledge or consent, and I've been thinking more about that and wondering where it will all lead us.This morning, my daily consideration was this: "The challenge of our times is to rebuild connection in our lives by reaching out to others and by being part of something larger than ourselves."~ Edward M.

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To remember those who have served, serve today, and will serve when we need them in the future. Remembering, also, those who love and loved those who serve.Namaste' Till Next Time,Holly aka Airman Evan Frock's proud step-momPicture taken by My Lion at McKeesport Cemetery

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My cousin in Florida sent this to me for my consideration. The fact that he could do this is because of the great tool and gift we call The Internet.At the same time, while viewing the video link he sent, I was reminded yet again, that any tool not used correctly ceases to be a tool and can be down-right destructive. So, take a look at this and tell me if you think it interesting as I did.I've

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See that picture? No, that's not my attempt at being pictorially creative. If you want to see good photography, go visit my friend Sarah at Cottage Garden, or Beth at Be Yourself... Now those gals got the eye!No, that photo is a shot viewed through my front window and that haze is not a ghost. That, for lack of a socially acceptable description, is dog snot. Yep. My windows run almost to

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It matters not, male or female, animal or Human, if you have loved, nurtured, and cared for another...Happy Mothers' Day. Blessings upon you.Namaste' Till Next Time,HollyImage of a card I made for Michael's Mom

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For years, I've given my dogs a 'vitamin cook,' every morning. I take vitamins each day and think that life can be so stressful, a little extra fortification has to be a good thing. I think the same is true for our animals as well.The brand I've used all these years is Pet Tabs. My old vet used them as a treat for his 'patients' who were good during an exam. My animals love them. The other

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Let's hope that,"They Live Happily Ever After!"Namaste' Till Next Time,Holly aka She Who Loves The Fairy Tale!

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It's the people who surround you, not the stuff around you, that makes a life worth living.Namaste' Till Next Time,Holly

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This was my morning message, and I thought it so fascinating, I wanted to share it with you:It's like everyone's given seeds that are capable of growing into the garden of their dreams, but no one's been told they even have them. Then, when they see their neighbor's garden growing, whether it's because their neighbor actually found their seeds or accidentally spilled them, there's a rush to

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May you find the courage, or look with great anticipation, to your week ahead. Just like Fiona looks out in hopes of a friendly visit.Namaste' Till Next Time,Holly

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Spring slowly slips in...~ AmenNamaste' Till Next Time,HollyPicture of the only Scottie in my home who obeys

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So, let me ask you with all due respect...could your life with all of its angst and hardship, be anywhere close to that of many of the people of Japan? Mine certainly isn't although there are many things about it I might wish different.Send all the positive energy you can spare to all of them there.Namaste' Till Next Time,Holly aka She Who Is Grateful

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While I am proud to live in a country where Freedom of Speech & Expression are protected, and while I absolutely agree with all citizens of the United States having access to that protected freedom, let me say this...Any man who says he is a holy man, and publicly would set fire to the Quran, or any other holy book, is NOT a holy man. In a world where anger and hatred seem to be running rampant,

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Remember this game from Sesame Street, "One of these things is not like the other things,"? Sure...so look very closely and find it in this picture.Okay... it's a trick question... all of these in the picture are Baby Dolls. It's just that one of them means the world to me and I love her very much! Thought you all would like to see how our Livy is growing and flowing.Hope your week gives you

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Until you are home again, Evan...Namaste' Till Next Time,Holly aka WSM

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I can't put it off any longer. Day-light savings time has been here for awhile now. I started the garden clean-up; started being the operative word.Most of the Christmas decorations have been packed away; most being the operative word in that sentence. I've hung an early spring wreath on the front door. Even my slow tree in the front yard is beginning to bud.Yep, winter has gone, the Solstice

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~ Amen & ARRRROOONamaste' Till Next Time,Holly aka Rory & Fiona's Human

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Somewhere near, a robin trills its morning song. My bleary eyes slowly focus on what has caught the bird's prayer. I join in silently..."Thank you, God, for my eyes."Today, I hope you have a moment that lights your heart and sparks your gratitude and imagination.Namaste' Till Next Time,Holly aka She Who Does Not Do Mornings

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Prayer does not need to be a complicated act.Simply breathing in and out with complete attention....That is prayer.Namaste' Till Next Time,HollyImage courtesy of The Internet

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I'm driving home from my doctor's appointment today, and pass the Beehive, one of the (way too many in my humble opinion,) gentlemen clubs that you see along any of the country's highways.We had another in the area, called Climax, with a...wait for it....drive through lane. No waiting for your jollies, no getting out of your car...nothing but a mobile quicky behind your wheel. But, sadly this

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I came across this quote by Robert Svaboda, today:Every human being is a mirror through which God longs to see himself.And, I can't agree with this one. Mostly because I don't believe that God/Goddess is as egocentric as we Humans. Not that there's anything wrong with ego, because it is the spark that keeps us alive. But, it isn't the seat of our understanding of Spirit. As a matter of fact,

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Hello God~I do not know what to think about the upheaval...I do know that change is coming.Please help me to understandthat you guide the outcome,And trust in the times to come.Somehow, the middle east seemed so far awayfrom all of us here...But, now I begin to understand that it is only lines on a map away.Help me to remember that you hold us joyfully close to you.~ AmenNamaste' Till Next Time,

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So, just a day or so ago, I was going on about seeing a robin for the first time this year, and hoping it would be a sign of things to come.This is what my world looks like this morning. Moral of the story? They don't say, "Bird brain," without good cause. Then again, a bird is about as correct about predicting the weather as a weather person on the evening news. Except the bird is cheaper.

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Can spring be far behind?~ AmenNamaste' Till Next Time,HollyImage courtesy of the Internet

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Dear Spirit:Please give me fortitude & patienceWhen I can see the road so clearly,While the one who must walk it refuses.~ AmenNamaste' Till Next Time,Holly aka She Who Has Traveled Hard RoadsPhoto: Courtesy of Hawkeye on Flicker

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Dear Afghanistan:I have been informed by my son that he will be deployed at some point. You are a big country and I do not know where he will be; nor should I. I am not sure how I feel about this; anxious is the best adjective to describe it. However, he is pleased to be considered important to the our mission there and is eager to do his part.It is no less than I expect of my son, and we are

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Dear God:Today, protect all of the warriors on the field.But, if I might ask, please let the world know that You-Are a solid Steelers fan.Can I hear an,AMEN

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You have a choice. You can either view the really horrible, difficult situations in your life as a massive opportunity to learn more than you know now and develop a humble gratitude for the lessons......or you can see them as another example of how the Universe uses you as a toilet taking yet another massive dump on you.You ask if you are a loser and failure because of the situation you now find

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I had foot surgery earlier in the week. It went well. I'm home. Non-weight bearing for three weeks. Not much pain. But enough to keep me tired.Michael is the most patient of nurses; I try not to ask much of him and I feel like when I want to take a nap, it's a good chance for him to do what he needs/wants to do. Rory and Fiona are pretty good candy-stripers.Neighbors have checked on me and

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I am reading and came across this sentence, when a rabbi stops to give prayer: "Maimonides forced himself to include a prayer for those among the Frankish army destined to die as well, but his heart was not in it." That got me thinking...He did it as a man and a holy man at that, because it was the right thing to do. But, if his heart wasn't in it, does it still make it good...a prayer...just?

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I sit here and type, thinking about the fact that I've been sharing myself very publicly for a couple of years now. In that sharing, a lot of things have been learned; about myself, for myself, about others, about views of life and living.A great many unexpected things have come from blogging. Like the unbelievable sense of how vast the world is, yet immediate, now with the Internet and things

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Nothing like starting the new year off with a good rant.So, the other night we're standing around waiting for the ball to drop and wondering who all of these performers are 'singing' and dancing on the stage. One person commented, "I am so getting old...I have no idea who these people are. More so, I don't really care who these people are."I'm fairly certain I heard some poor misguided,

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This year, attempt to honor the hope and expectation of the 'new' year by learning one new thing each day...May it be a wondrous one for all of us!Namaste' Till Next Time,HollyImage courtesy of the Internet

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"Sleep in heavenly peace..."Namaste' Till Next Time,Holly

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The Best Gifts To Give ~To your friend: LoyaltyTo your enemy: ForgivenessTo your boss: ServiceTo a child: A good exampleTo your parents: Gratitude & DevotionTo your mate: Love & FaithfulnessTo all men and women: Charity~ Oren ArnoldDon't fret, you still have time!Namaste' Till Next Time,Holly

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He showed it to me a bit shyly and, uncharacteristically, sheepish hidden in his usual bravado. It sat on the dining room table. He said, "It's for you. I know you like your Aunt Katherine's so I made one for you. It's not the same as hers; I couldn't figure a way to put the snow on it like hers." That was all. He and his crutches walked away.Back in the 70's, the first wave of interest in

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Crystal thin winter air,Swirls in the ink of long nights.The house sleeps, sounds slipping to slumber.Soft snores, sheets ruffle, someone stirs, now still.I wait for this time of solitude in the waning year.Sitting in ashen anticipation.Hoping to hear, in the frigid air that amplifies everything, A sound that thrills and awes me.Beginning to nod, the hour grows late.No reason, it seems, to

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Now I lay me down to sleep.I pray thee, Lord, my soul to keep.Should I die before I wake,I pray thee, Lord, my soul to take.Should I live to future days,I pray thee, Lord, to guide my ways.~ Evening PrayerNamaste' Till Next Time,Holly

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Four years ago, I married my very best friend. And, my life has never been more complete. I love you, Michael Richard. Will you marry me again for another year?Namaste' Till Next Time,Holly aka Mrs. Michael Frock

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Bless the one who is the wings beneath your feet.Namaste' Till Next Time,Holly

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By now you all know that I'm built for comfort, not speed. You'll know how much I struggle with weight and being OVER weight. Being round and zaftig, when really, I would prefer being mean and lean.You'll know that I attempt to follow Weight Watchers, but I've stopped paying the monthly fee for following on line. I tell myself that it's my effort toward fiscal responsibility. Michael's always

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Infinite possibility resides in the spaces between the words.Spend more time in the spaces.Notice how your world changes.Namaste' Till Next Time,Holly

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Livy, Laura and Eric were here with us last weekend. And, it was then that I learned that within a few short months since I saw her last, our baby, has turned into a real girly-girl! She loves bracelets and ribbons, and things that are sparkly. Colors are the best ever! Clothes with frills and flounces attract her eye.Proof yet again, that we come to this Earth with our personalities already

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The Wheel turns.The old year gives way to new,The light fades, enhancing shades.The Queen sighs, as the King dies.We sit with her as she cries.We remember love survives.Changes come.Old is undone.We welcome the blessings of the New Year.Samhain is here.Blessed be.Namaste' Till Next Time,Holly

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On any given day, any Human Being is engaged in a silent conflict, a battle, a struggle, a tipping point, a hurt, a scare, a concern, a worry, a fear that we can not see.I hope to remember that with each person I encounter so that I do not add weight to the conflict, but instead, offer a moment of peace and Grace so that they can continue to fight the good fight.Namaste' Till Next Time,Holly aka

Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972581158834240144noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348829223107301446.post-80554997398070130322010-10-24T09:12:00.004-04:002010-10-24T09:17:43.969-04:00

God is great. God is good. Thank you for our daily food. By His hand we all are fed. Give us now our daily bread. (Or Primanti Brothers sandwich...)~ AmenLivy experiences her first Pittsburgh sandwich at the original Primanti Brothers.Namaste' Till Next Time,Holly aka Great Aunt Holly

Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972581158834240144noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348829223107301446.post-50627339342964560512010-10-22T12:01:00.007-04:002010-10-22T16:21:36.161-04:00

Okay, get ready for a rant! I am just as angry about this one as I was when I posted A Fox In The White House! Some of you may already know this story; if you do and you're not upset, well I'm going to ask if you have a pulse.As a Centrist, (I do not consider myself a Conservative,) I make it a point to get my information from a wide variety of sources. NPR was one of those. I like the

Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10972581158834240144noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348829223107301446.post-42151067809980128842010-10-20T21:33:00.004-04:002010-10-20T21:38:19.022-04:00

Here was my reading for the day:"When the issues of someone else's life has you tied in knots, it usually means it's time to start focusing on your own life."Man, those continual lessons about how it's always about me and never about them...They never get old do they?! And, certainly no less startling when you're reminded!Namaste' Till Next Time,Holly aka She Who Is Knot

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