Anything is Possible!

With Love, Hope, and Perseverance


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Find the Common Ground

It’s ridiculous how grown people argue (or worse) with abandon over political entrenchments, seeing the one who disagrees as an enemy. God, help me not do that, because it can be a slippery slope.

It’s okay to disagree as long as it’s done with respect. It’s okay to present a different perspective, as long as we are willing to listen to different perspectives. There is always some kind of common ground where we can meet each other. It might be hard to find, but it’s there. When we find our common ground, whether it’s children, music, dogs, caring, or just being human, we can begin to work together.

Thanks to Lauren for today’s #JusJoJan prompt: “ridiculous.” Just jot it January is brought to us by our host, Linda Hill. For more info, visit Linda’s post HERE.


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Rainy Days and Mondays Have No Power Now

Today’s prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “a rainy day.” Write about the first thing that comes to mind when you think of the phrase “a rainy day.” Enjoy!

Karen Carpenter sang, “Rainy days and Mondays” always get me down.” Such a sad song as I remember, and what a beautiful voice she had. We sang together often via the radio and vinyl albums. I had to go listen to the song again suspecting there was something not so sad in it, and there was. “…. run and find the one who loves me. Nice to know somebody loves me.” and something about this feeling has come and gone before. That’s the nice thing about getting older – knowing our moods will change. The sadness will lift or ease up. Moments of joy will come, too.

Rainy days don’t really bother me as long as nothing is leaking. Mondays don’t bother me anymore since I’m RETIRED and still thankful for that. I don’t think I’ll ever take that for granted – being able to make my own schedule, stay up late, sleep in…. unless I want to have breakfast with the early bird who gets the worm and falls asleep early which is okay. What was that worm thing? Never mind. Stream of consciousness take me somewhere marvelous!

Rainy days. Rainy days. As long as it’s not cold, rainy days can be fun. There was that summer day in 1993 when I was nursing my baby girl, and my son and his friends were playing outside, singing silly songs in the rain. I took maternity leave for the whole summer – a little slice of heaven. Funny how I prided myself for so long on being a career woman of 30 something years, and now, I LOVE being home. Good thing.

What would I find if I type rain in my pictures?

For more on Stream of Consciousness Saturday and Just Jot it January, visit our host, Linda Hill HERE.


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Freckled – Embracing our Differences (Just Jot it January)

My freckles really pop in the summertime.

Today’s prompt for Just Jot it January is “freckled.” Thanks, Maggie! And thanks to Linda Hill, our #JusJoJan host. For more information, please visit Linda’s post here.

Only 4 to 5 percent of the global population of humans is freckled. That makes me a minority, though as a European American, I’m still wrongfully privileged. I didn’t say “white,” because even though my skin (the part without the freckles) is pretty light, it’s still not white. For me, white does not feel accurate. White tends to set up the dichotomy of black / white, something that I believe increases discord. I like it when I read or hear, “black and brown people.” I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again, there are a lot of colors between black and white. Still, people have the right to call themselves, and be called, whatever they want when it comes to heritage, nationality, race, etc.

When I was a child, I didn’t like my freckles at all because they were different. Growning up, I never saw people on TV or in magazines who had freckles unless they were goofy or mean. (Okay, there was Opie Taylor who later became Richie Cunningham on Happy Days.) Now, we do see more actors and models who let their freckles show.

Aging gracefully helps us accept who we are, how we are designed. Maybe we can even learn to embrace our so called, “imperfections” which may not be imperfections at all. If freckles are angel kisses, which I’ve heard, then what are lipomas? My dad passed on his lipomatosis to me. I have at least 30 lumps. Is this gross or just a thing where my body happens to clump fat together in benign lumps? Maybe there’s a good reason I don’t know about. If you haven’t figured out by now, I’m writing Stream of Consciousness style. But where to go with this?

In the natural world, we generally don’t think of differences as imperfections. Think of speckled trout, or spotted leopards. Trees come in all shapes and sizes. A sycamore’s bark is mottled after it sheds, and its leaves get age spots. Many differences are by design and make life interesting.

Be sure to visit Linda’s prompt post for more freckled jots!


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Thursday Tree Love: Breathe, a Poem

Thanksgiving Day 2021

For this edition of Tree Love, I offer a poem by Becky Helmsley interspersed with tree photos.

Breathe, by Becky Helmsley

“She sat at the back, and they said she was shy,

She led from the front and they hated her pride,

They asked her advice and then questioned her guidance,

They branded her loud, then were shocked by her silence,

When she shared no ambition, they said it was sad,

So she told them her dreams and they said she was mad,

They told her they’d listen, then covered their ears,

And gave her a hug while they laughed at her fears,

And she listened to all of it thinking she should,

Be the girl they told her to be best as she could,

But one day she asked what was best for herself,

Instead of trying to please everyone else,

So she walked to the forest and stood with the trees,

She heard the wind whisper and dance with the leaves,

She spoke to the willow, the elm and the pine,

And she told them what she’d been told time after time,

She told them she felt she was never enough,

She was either too little or far far too much,

Too loud or too quiet, too fierce or too weak,

Too wise or too foolish, too bold or too meek,

Then she found a small clearing surrounded by firs,

And she stopped…and she heard what the trees said to her,

And she sat there for hours not wanting to leave,

For the forest said nothing, it just let her breathe”

Becky Helmsley

Thursday Tree Love is hosted by Parul Thakur on the second and fourth Thursday of each month. For more tree love, visit Parul at: https://www.happinessandfood.com/thursdaytreelove-121/


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Holding On and Letting Go

“Life is a balance of holding on and letting go.” – Rumi

Linda’s post on clutter got me to find this Rumi quote in my drafts. Most of my Christmas decorations are still up because they’re pretty and bring me joy. I’m putting them away a little at a time and thinking of letting go of the red Christmas lights I haven’t used in two years. But it’s too late to donate them and I won’t throw them away. They gave me joy two years ago. Plus, I might use them again someday. (The cluttered person’s trap.)

The question came to me: If I organize it better, does that count as decluttering?

Things I want to let go of are those I don’t use AND that do not bring me joy. Emotionally, we need to let go of things that get in the way, harm us, or take up too much space, like grudges, shame, and emails that are a year old.

What do I want to hold on to? Things that I use or want to use if they will be good for me. We want to hold on to the constants in our lives that give us joy, strength, or serenity. For me that would be nature, art, healthy relationships, and God’s love. I write about these constants in From Loneliness to Love.

As far as the red Christmas lights go, I’m going to let go of worrying about it and put them in a red tin can (new clutter) with a note attached to donate before Christmas.

What do you want to hold on to?

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For more one-liners, #JusJoJan jottings, and guidelines for each, visit our host, Linda Hill here.


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Good News Tuesday for Jan. 11, 2022: Man Reunited with Family after 33 Years, Stranger Returns Wallet, Nurse Adopts Patient’s Dog, an Amazing Bee Whisperer, and a Cosmopolitan Request.

Seeking Balance One Tuesday at a Time

Man Abducted as a Child is Reunited with Family Over 30 Years Later

Li Jingwei was four years old in 1988 when he was kidnapped and taken to another province China, but he never forgot his family or home village. Abductions have long been a problem in China, but recently, technology, social media, and law enforcement have helped reunite abductees with families. The detailed map Li Jingwei drew from memory of his home village also helped. After 33 years, he was reunited with his original family on New Year’s Day. Here’s the story from CNN’s Good Stuff.

Stranger Delivers Wallet He Found in the Snow

Jake, a college student from Maryland, lost his wallet full of Christmas money, college money, and ID. He and his mom looked for the wallet in the snow but couldn’t find it. Early on the morning Jake was to head back to college, a man named Juan came to their home and returned the wallet. Here’s more of the story from the Good News Network.

Nurse Takes Care of Patient’s Dog

 When John Burley was hospitalized for pneumonia and lung problems just before Thanksgiving, no one was available to take care of his 12-year-old dog, Boomer who had been picked up by animal services. Responding to John’s pleas for help, nurse Jennifer Smith searched for and adopted Boomer. Now she takes him to visit John. Here’s the story and a heartwarming photo from CNN’s Good Stuff.

The Bee Whisperer

Erika Thompson doesn’t just save bees in Texas, she’s the “bee whisperer.” You can watch her fascinating work below:

Got Good News?

Feel free to share your good news story or link in the comments!

Today’s prompt for Just Jot it January from Willow is “cosmopolitan” which means, “including or containing people from many different countries.” Though a lot of my good news sources lean toward US news, I make an effort to find good news stories from other parts of the world. The Good News Network has a world news tab, so that sometimes helps. If you know of a good news source outside the US, please let me know.

For details and jots on #JusJoJan, visit our host, Linda Hill here. Linda’s post contains a link to Willow’s blog, too. Thanks to Linda and Willow!


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#JusJoJan: Chocolate is a Vegetable

Don’t know where this came from. Thanks to whomever.

Dark chocolate is my favorite. 70% at least. I don’t even bother with regular milk chocolate. Not worth the calories or the sugar if I can barely taste the chocolate. Plus I don’t want to waste my 5% off being 95% vegan for regular old milk chocolate. Vegan chocolate is available sometimes. But there is some wiggle room in that 5%. Am I a chocolate snob? Maybe. To each her own. They say dark chocolate is good for you which makes sense since it’s a vegetable.

Hot chocolate in the mountains.
I miss the snow.

Thanks to Ritu for today’s prompt and to our host, Linda Hill for keeping us going with Just Jot it January!

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The Unicorn who Rescued the Fairy from the Troll

My sketch from the 70s

I might not jot every day in January, but today’s Just Jot it January prompt from Astrid is UNICORN, so I had to jump in and jot something. Visit Linda’s post here for details and Astrid’s blog for a multitude of musings.

The sketch above is something I did in the mid to late 70s. I had forgotten about it then discovered it recently at my high school friend’s house in a frame. It had faded, so I offered to go over the lines again with a sharpie. I probably did not plan the content of the sketch, but it seems to tell a story anyway. Perhaps the unicorn is going to rescue the fairy. Maybe I can try my hand at some fantasy…

The lord of the trolls, knew the fairy was magic, but was clueless as to how to exploit her. He captured her and placed her in the terrarium that had been stolen from the elves. He kept her near his nest. He thought about pulling off her wings, but vaguely wondered if he could use her magic and thought it would be better if he kept the thing alive for a while. He fed her mushrooms, but she ate very little.

A winged unicorn called Jaden was peacefully munching clover, when he received a mysterious message through the underground mycelium network that someone needed help. His task was to find out who and how he could help.

Jaden is not used to spending so much time close to the ground but must do so to follow the mushroom trail. He overcomes earthbound challenges along the way. When he finally finds the fairy, he must face the lord of the trolls. In self-defense, Jaden stabs the troll in the heart spreading unicorn magic through the hulking form which puts him into a deep sleep of metamorphosis. A jade green cocoon grows the troll king. What will he become? We do not know.

Asking for help, the fairy raised her arms up to Jaden who sliced the top off the terrarium with his horn.

“Thank you, very much for coming to my rescue,” said the fairy. “You are rescuing me, right?”

“Of course, little one. I am Jaden.”

“I am Silluie,” said the fairy. “We should leave before more trolls come.”

“Certainly! I know you can fly, but we will go faster if you cling to my mane.”

Silluie flew up to Jaden’s head, secured herself in his forelock, and they flew away to more adventures.

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My granddaughter’s is all about unicorns, so that was the theme of her last birthday party.

Here’s what I get when I search for more unicorns among my pictures:

Be sure to click the links above to visit our host Linda and today’s prompt giver, Astrid.


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Physical Therapy Rocks into the River of Dreams

Our prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “In the.” Start your post with the words “In the” – that’s the prompt! Enjoy!

For more info on #SoCS and #JusJoJan, visit our host: Linda Hill by clicking HERE!

In the beginning, I thought of a couple of song titles like ‘In the Middle of the Night,” “In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning,” and “In the Year 2525.” The latter is a somewhat depressing song, but I liked it when it came out in the early 70s maybe? I have to check…… Well, I was close. It was 1969. My first car was a ’69 Doge Dart. It was used of course. That car took a lot of neglect from me, but it was still running when I sold it a few years later. A lot of crazy stuff happened in that car. I should change the subject, now, quickly, before I reveal too much.

I want to make sure I share about my physical therapy for mild vertigo. But I also want to make sure I thank Maggie, who blogs at From Cave Walls, for encouraging me to get to a physical therapist soon. My dizziness was relatively mild, but she encouraged me to nip it in the bud.

What I learned was fascinating. I might use that word too much, but I like it and so does Mr. Spock. Where was I?

I did not have the common crystals run amuck in my ears. The problem was with my vestibular nerve. Maybe there was a virus or something that triggered the dizziness. But I’ve always been “motion sensitive” getting motion sickness since childhood. The PT exercises I learned over four sessions involved a lot of head turning. But first there was the test where you read an eye chart while the physical therapist shakes your head back and forth. When I first went in, I failed that test miserably. (The therapist did not say this of course.) Most people can read 2 to 3 fewer lines on the eye chart while their head is turning compared to when it is not. I had a difference of 8 or something. I could barely read the second line with my glasses on! After the fourth PT session, which is what Medicare would pay for, the re-evaluation test revealed that I had a difference of only one line! I did almost as well with her turning my head as with my head stationary! I was ecstatic! I asked her, “Were you turning my head just as fast?” She assured me that the head turning part was the same. I hadn’t done all my PT exercises every day, but I did some of them on most days, and it paid off! The dizziness is rare now, and much less noticeable. Doing the exercises on my own occasionally should keep the dizzies away or at least under control. They might even help with motion sickness, but I’m not taking any chances if I go on a boat or plane.

Good thing I stepped out of the stream for a minute to look up the song, “In the Middle of the Night.” Good ol’ YouTube showed me that it’s really titled, “River of Dreams.” All these years, I liked that line, “in the middle of the night,” and didn’t really know what the song was about except that I liked the sound of it. Turns out, it’s a good song, and very fitting for the stream of consciousness.

Below: one of my pieces of physical therapy equipment and goats at the sanctuary.

Remember to visit Linda’s post at the link above for more info and streams of consciousness!


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No More Tempestuous Relationships!

Today’s prompt for Just Jot it January is: tempest. Thanks, Liz, for the prompt, and thanks to our host, Linda Hill for #JusJoJan! For details, click here.

There was a tempest in my gut, and in other parts of my body, too. It was almost 20 years ago, but I still remember how the tempestuous rebound from hell affected my body. Working a stressful job while being a single mom didn’t help either. Why didn’t I listen? I was wounded, vulnerable. But not anymore. Now I listen to my body, most of the time.

The older I get, the better my body gets at telling me, “Hey! chill out!” It might be acid reflux, or tiredness, or a spasm somewhere or other telling me to check in and examine my habits, particularly when it comes to stress. (Or eating too much sugar which happened over Christmas.)

Some stress is good, like steady regular exercise where we push a little harder depending on the day, again listening to the body. A little stress makes us stronger. Problem solving, watching Jeopardy, crossword puzzles, these are some of the brain exercises that stretch our skills. I want to keep doing those.

Training a new dog, who is both headstrong and physically strong, can be stressful, but David and I are in control of that. Sort of. Our first professional training session is Monday.

Marley is a big baby, most of the time.

Here are some good relationships I am grateful for at home and at the farm animal sanctuary: