Monday, November 26, 2012

Monday Muse Day


    Three random pictures
from the homestead, picked today
Do they whisper something to you?
Will you share here what they say?!
 Just a bit of wool gathering, a bit of fun really :-)
If you'd like to join in, share a single word
(the first that comes to mind or otherwise)
that you think of when you see this picture montage....
Just One word.
(or more if you prefer)!!!
Perhaps a single word from a book or poem title?
Or one word snipped from a memory, or an impression, or emotion.
Easy Peasy - Just One Single Word.
I hope you'll join in and leave your "word" in the comments

on this, the next Monday Muse-day !
(PS Subscribe to comments to see everyones word, including mine
which I leave later in the week so as not to influence anyones first impression)

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

A Curious Truth

“I am glad that I paid so little attention to good advice.
Had I abided by it I might have been saved from some of my most valuable mistakes.”

Edna St Vincent Millay

Wednesday, November 7, 2012


Each morning begins the same
I'm gifted (because it's not a given)
A day, a pocketful of hours (24 to be precise)
Some I've spent already, on sleep and dreams
Necessary. Needed.
Some I'll spend on phone calls, bills, laundry, dishes.
Some days leave upon my steps, just outside my door
Challenges, unbidden. Some days, some hours are spent there.
But almost never is there a day when I can not choose
How to invest some moments of my day.
Hours on some days, moments on others.
But never has there been a day where not a single moment is mine to shape.
The trick, I've discovered, is choosing wisely, choosing well.
Tic-toc-the-unstoppable-clock allows me to decide....
Will I worry? Fret? Be vexed? Be annoyed.
Yes, sometimes.
Waste. So often, a waste. 
Will I smile? Be kind? If not forgive, at least forget? Count my joys?
Yes, sometimes.
I'd not toss money out the window, not leave the outer doors
Agape when the heat is running. Nor would I use my white blouse
To wipe a grape juice spill. That would be silly.
Yet I'm learning still to be a wise and better overseer of
My hours.
My days.
My moments.
I will not have a chance to call 'do-over' on any day once passed.
There's always tomorrow - (until there isn't that is....)
Note to self:
Make better choices, more often
With those hours that
 Issy ~  November 2012

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Every Four Years

Once, every four years, the governmental system pauses. It waits. It listens. It listens to hears our voice. The voice of each of us, counting in the final tally. The system is obliged to hear and honor our choice. Our choice as individuals, as a collective, as a country, as a people.

This is a gift, won and maintained by honor and sacrifice - from the servicemen & women, to those who won the vote for women and minorities, to the diligent efforts of each and every polling staff - standing by, waiting.

Today we each matter, we each carry the honor of the very concept this country was founded upon ~ the freedom to choose, without fear, who will lead our country.

Please, please vote.

PS This just seen online and all I can say is: Go Chrysler!
(If only more employers could/would aid the pres. voting process)
The auto manufacturer's vice president of
design at Chrysler tweets:
Chrysler gave its entire work force the day off to Vote Today! Let's go! #America
@RalphGilles via Twitter for iPhone