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Good News Tuesday: Cool Cops

They could have just referred him to some one else, but the police officer “couldn’t shake the image of the elderly man sitting in his home in the sweltering heat….”

Click the link below for the story.  (It’s short and sweet.)

http://www.cbsnews.com/news/fort-worth-police-officers-buy-95-year-old-man-new-air-conditioner/?ftag=CNM-00-1

Got good news? Feel free to share in the comments or write about it on your blog and include a link to this post. It can be global, local, or personal.

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The Magician’s Curse – Now Available for Pre-Order!

Congratulations, Linda Hill! Looks like a fun read!

Linda G. Hill

When Herman Anderson leaves home to make a better life for herself, she doesn’t expect to meet a tall, dark stranger with whom she’ll fall hopelessly in love.

Charming and mysterious, Stephen Dagmar is a stage magician seeking an assistant. The moment he sets eyes on Herman, he knows she’s the one. He brings her home to his Victorian mansion where they embark upon an extravagant romance. Yet a shadow hangs over their love. Will the curse on his family end Stephen and Herman’s happily ever after, before it really begins?

Amidst lace and leather, innocence and debauchery, The Magician’s Curse begins the Gothic tale of The Great Dagmaru. Magic and romance await.

Official release date: June 27, 2017! Pre-order your Kindle copy today here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0721ZH2KN
Available soon on Kobo, and on June 27th in paperback on Amazon.

An excerpt from Chapter 2:
The moment Stephen stepped out the door…

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Awesome Stories 324

In this week’s Awesome Stories from Brad, I’m intrigued by the potential for safer? safe-ish? nuclear power, something I would not have thought likely and that makes me wary. But I have to admit that anything is possible, and we need clean energy.

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This week Awesome Stories brings you healthy community, clean energy, feeding the hungry, and passion.

Healthy Community Margaret Wheatly, Awesome Stories

Margaret Wheatley explores some interesting perspectives on the paradox of community. She believes a healthy community must embrace our opposing needs for both individual freedom and connection to others. Both needs seem hardwired into our genetics and require a gentle embrace to create communities with enough freedom to allow individual expression. Margaret believes we need to focus on the shared purpose that brings us together rather than the structure in order to keep both needs vibrantly alive. Most communities and organizations create an excess of structure that stifles creativity and discourages diversity. Whereas, a healthy community has only enough structure to create a shared purpose while embracing a broad diversity of people, ideas, and processes.

Clean Energy

China seems to be on a course to become the leader in clean energy generation. Due to China’s…

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Pay Attention to the Signs

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Today’s Stream of Consciousness prompt is the word, “sign.”

Our bodies will give us signs. Like acid reflux or upset stomach when stressed. At least mine does. My acid reflux is always an indicator of stress, or eating too fast. I ignored the signs that my post-divorce rebound, aka, the “rebound from hell,” was not a good fit. I ignored the fact that he drank a lot. (Maybe I could help him with that – OMG was I messed up!) I ignored the jealousy – accusations that I must have been with someone when he couldn’t get up with me, or “out of pocket,” as he later called it. Oh, how I hate that expression and the memory of it.

I ignored the little voice in my head that maybe I could do better. I was seriously wounded.  My body gave me other signs too – a mysterious female ailment that would not get better.  My body knew he wasn’t good for me.

But years after the rebound from hell ended, my body got better. Eventually, I knew I was better off not dating anyone. So, after five years of celibacy, I was hesitant. Fearful. Nervous, yet excited about the man from my long ago past. My high school sweetheart. People change a lot in 39 years, I told myself. BE CAREFUL!

But God gave me signs that had to do with timing. Should I give it away? Did I give it away in an earlier post? It’s in my book which comes out sometime this summer. Let me just say that I had made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t do something until something else happened. The timing of when my high school sweetheart re-appeared fit right in to this promise. And there was another promise about a criminal background check before falling in love again. The way he responded when I told him that was a sign of honor and respect.

When some one honors you and helps you keep your promises to yourself, that means a lot. My body felt comfortable and safe with him. Excited and aroused, too, after five years of celibacy. But I had learned that you can’t trust just that kind of arousal. I had to have the safety and comfort, too. And respect. I’ve read that respect is really important to men and being listened to is most important to women. Well, I can tell you that I want respect, too. And joy. And feeling safe. All those things are part of being loved and loving.

If I had not found all those good qualities in another person, I was prepared to stay single, celibate, and solo, with friends and dogs for company. Being willing to stay single was my strength. I had finally learned to honor, love, and respect myself enough to be in a healthy relationship.

I just have to bend the rules and enter another stream of consciousness to add this sign which I forgot about. Dang. I wish I’d written about this sign. Well, another time….

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday is brought to you by Linda G. Hill. For more information, just follow this sign:

https://lindaghill.com/2017/06/16/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-june-1717/

Here are the SOCS Rules:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. There will be a prompt every week. I will post the prompt here on my blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” “Begin with the word ‘The’,” or simply a single word to get your started.

4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours. Your link will show up in my comments for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top. NOTE: Pingbacks only work from WordPress sites. If you’re self-hosted or are participating from another host, such as Blogger, please leave a link to your post in the comments below.

5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read everyone’s! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later, or go to the previous week, by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find right below the “Like” button on my post.

6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

7. As a suggestion, tag your post “SoCS” and/or “#SoCS” for more exposure and more views.

8. Have fun!

 


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Poetry – View From an Open Door

I’m sharing this beautiful image and poem by Linda Wolff, reminding me of my journey out of the darkness. Open doors are always waiting for us, for the time when we are ready.

Urban Poetry

In this free verse poetry, “View From an Open Door.”

Reflecting back on moments, we ponder upon choices. Where would we be if we had done this or that? Would we be in a better place, or worse. We need to fall and then rise with a better reflection of what should be.

Image of In this free verse poetry, "View From an Open Door."

View It From an Open Door

I think back.
What brought me to this place?
This place I occupy now.
It’s mine. I own it.
Of all the lessons.
Of all the blessings.
Of moments I fell and fell hard.
It was the moment it counted.
Once lost, but now found.
Clarity rose in my eyes and soul.
Eyes that once filled with tears.
Learning not to fear, fear itself.
I was scared of the darkness,
but in reality, I was just seeking the light.
And to know of loss is because
I’d seen happiness before.
I…

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#WATWB: Saving Animals in Mosul Zoo

Animals are never counted among the casualties of war. Animals in zoos cannot escape. I’m thankful some one cares. Reblogging this story of compassion from Peter Nena.

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Something that has troubled me for a long, long time. What is the fate of the animals in conflict zones? When humans clash in heedless violence and bullets whizz in the air and bombs drop like rain, and there is destruction everywhere . . . what happens to the animals entrusted to us? Animals trapped in zoos and cages, abandoned in the buildings that are later on turned into rubble?

We need animals just as need one another. People can get the chance to escape but not the animals. Refugees never come with the animals which had been in their care. And we never hear the governments say, “Evacuate the animals as well”, before they start bombing.

Today, for WE ARE THE WORLD BLOGFEST #WATWB, I bring you the story of my new hero, DR. AMIR KHALIL, who braved ISIS in order to save the animals trapped in Mosul Zoo. Dr…

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For My Father

 

When I was in my twenties

searching for myself,

I did not understand

the man you were,

how you suffered and fought

and how deeply you loved

my mother,

my sisters,

and me.

As I got older, you got older.

And now that you are gone,

I am in awe

of the integrity of your life.

And now, as I pray for my daughter,

in her twenties,

searching for herself,

I wonder if this is how

you prayed for me

and if somehow, some day

my strength,

my faith,

will rub off on her

as yours has on me.

 

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The Strongest Man I’ve Ever Known, 1931-2017