If you find peace, it will be in your own heart. One big enough to hold what peace is. The melody of love, the calmness of an approving conscience, the serenity of a single faith, the composure of courage, the tranquility of self acceptance, the repose of unselfishness, the harmony of being in tune with one's self.
My Beautiful Life
Thursday, October 9, 2014
Peace Prayer
This prayer, below the picture, is one of my favorites. I found it when I was nineteen. I was seeking solace as I sat at the foot of the bed, of my dying mother. The paper that it is written on, is as faded as the painful memories of that time in my life. What remains are the lessons that I learned. I try to resolve bad feelings and forgive quickly. I also try to express my love often and never part without letting loved ones know that we are all right with each other. I am in no way perfect and sometimes it takes a little longer than I would prefer. I pray that no matter what happens, my family and friends know that my motto in life, is this "I truly believe that everyone does the best that they can, given all of the circumstances of their lives." I like to think that, just as God reminds us, the sparrows neither toil nor spin and He takes care of them, physically, we may not need to toil and spin so much to grow spiritually. I ask God to take my blunders and my unfinished growth and use it for good. I ask anyone who happens to read this to remember how much I loved them.
If you find peace, it will be in your own heart. One big enough to hold what peace is. The melody of love, the calmness of an approving conscience, the serenity of a single faith, the composure of courage, the tranquility of self acceptance, the repose of unselfishness, the harmony of being in tune with one's self.
If you find peace, it will be in your own heart. One big enough to hold what peace is. The melody of love, the calmness of an approving conscience, the serenity of a single faith, the composure of courage, the tranquility of self acceptance, the repose of unselfishness, the harmony of being in tune with one's self.
Thursday, July 24, 2014
ADELE - 'Make You Feel My Love'
It's been a long time since I've had a dream. Was it because I took a photo of the rose yesterday, that reminded me of her cheeks? Or is it because I've had some silk roses in the back of my car, that need to be put at her grave, for weeks? Pangs of guilt hit me as I took the groceries out of it last night, in the dark. The white roses glowed by the light of the trunk. Maybe it's because I realized that I had not sent the Sympathy card or the Thinking of You card I meant to send to a friend. For whatever the reason, good or bad, I don't really care. I'm just glad she made it there.
I think of her so many times and keep the sadness to myself. Can't have anyone saying how bad I took it. I think of her so many times and want to share how much I love her and miss her. Don't want anyone to think I've forgotten her! Grief is such a tricky thing. You can never do it just right to please anyone else. So I don't try. It is what it is. I decided a long time ago to feel sad when I am sad and happy when I'm happy. That's the only way I know that at least my grief will be true.
I got up and put on my ipod, did a workout to songs in a shuffle. The dream and her memory lingered throughout the sweat and steps. When I was finished, as I was walking up the stairs to shower and get ready for the day, the random song that played next was "To make you feel my love" by Adele. That's when I really lost it! I will tell you that she is near. Really near. Damn Brain Aneurysm!
Friday, November 9, 2012
Storms: "The sun will come out tomorrow"
Building |
Thunder |
After the rain |
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Grip it and Rip it!
"Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you, they belong not to you... You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth. The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far. Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness; For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves the bow that is stable."
"The Prophet" Kahlil Gibran
"The Prophet" Kahlil Gibran
3-D course with "God's daughter and mine" on the right
This may be the one of the most beautiful quotations that I have ever read. It reflects my desire to be that kind of parent and person. I have always known that my daughters were not mine. They came through me and amazed me everyday. You think that your children are an extension of yourself and realize quickly that, they are not. They are more. They are better. Your pride is actually surprise. Your love is your joy at what God is showing you, about one of His children. I have always said that I can be proud of my daughters, they are God's, not mine. He can take them back whenever He wants, and He does. In this quotation Kahil Gibran combines his theory about the relationship to your children with another of my passions, Archery. I knew when I went to Camp Maryhill that I loved to shoot. It was not until much later in my life that I had the opportunity to pick up a compound bow and shoot. It has taken a lot of practice, patience and determination, but I finally found something that I can do in the field of sports. I never was athletic, so I was excited to find something that I love. I never thought of myself as competitive. Imagine the surprise, at the eruption of emotion that comes up when I finally win. Woody asks me "I didn't think that you cared about winning?" with a sly smile. With a return sly smile, I tell him that I like beating my last score and that I like winning, I just don't like that it is at someone else's expense! Not exactly a warrior's attitude, but I am getting there. Stronger, as life slings arrows my way, and I've had to learn to sling back! I've had so many battles along the way. I am sure that they are no more or less, than anyone else's, but another lesson in not comparing. Another old saying that I love is "There will always be someone better off than you and someone worse off than you!" No room for pity or pride! Just a place to be, a level playing field. In the midst of the latest political and economic disaster in our country, I happened to pick up a newspaper and the article that popped off the page was about Somalia. Reports that the SEVEN year drought had driven women to walk for miles to find help. Some arrived after leaving other family members on the side of the road to die of starvation. They walked into the town with bloody feet, only to arrive with their child, dead in their arms. I can't imagine it, as I sit here in my air conditioned home, fat and sassy, with most of my family off enjoying life. I often feel guilty that I have been so blessed, so I try to balance my guilt with good deeds. I do what I can, and then leave it in God's hands, praying the "Serenity" prayer as I let it go, like an arrow flung from my bow. You raise your children, enjoy life's gifts and pleasures, deal with the hardships, appreciate what you have, stop complaining about what you don't have and stop feeling sorry for yourself. As the old archer told me, one time,"Grip it and rip it!"
900 Round
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Plain Toast
Louise Wright Guidry |
Mama was such a lady. She was calm and peaceful. Whenever we were sick, we would stay with her. We rested on her sofa and watched television. On weekend mornings we would wake up and after breakfast, play with simple things. We would color, swing on the "big swing", make mud pies, roam the woods and clean the cow trough with the goldfish in it. We would pick figs and berries and grapes. She taught me how to sew, crochet, draw, cook and bake. I would ask her to let me "help" cut up a chicken and she would simply say "just watch", I did. She milked the cows and made butter. She made the best strawberry shortcake using dried bread, slow baked at a very low heat, all day. She whipped the cream and sugared up the berries. She shared everything she had with anyone who was around. She would talk to me about our family history, about all the men and women who came before us. Men and women who molded and shaped who I am today, without knowing it or me. They were newspaper men, teachers and housewives of Swiss descent. Recently I came across some letters from her mother, my great-grandmother. Her name was Mable Louise Sandoz Wright. She was a beautiful lady. After her husband died of TB, at an early age, she opened a boarding house on Third Street in Crowley. She finished raising her children there. She had five. She was a survivor. From those letters, I got to know her a little better. In a strange way, I feel as if it brought her back to life. She mentioned the bedspread that she was crocheting and said that she felt that she crocheted too slowly. That was so long ago. I grew up sleeping in the antique bed that it graced. I have her wedding slip, complete with handmade lace, that she created. It is one of my most precious possessions. I hope one day to pass it on to Samarah for Lilli. Not that she could wear it. It would probably shred apart but I hope that she treasures it as I do. I also have the giant scrapbook that "Aunt Gertie and Aunt Lelia" made for my grandmother when she was a small child. It is a remarkable thing. They were Mable's sisters and were both school teachers. They lived in Opelousas, where the Sandoz family lived, after settling from Switzerland. Neither ever married.
The scents of my grandmother and childhood bring me back to a happy place. Whenever I smell the familiar scents I am transported to a wonderful time. She used Coty face powder and lipstick. Her rouge was in little compact. She didn't wear much. She wore a kerchief on her head in winter and windy days. It was a scarf folded in half and worn like a Russian babushka. She used Arrid cream deodorant. She wore minimal jewelry, diamond earrings, wedding and engagement ring and a delicate watch. The sheets were stored in an armoire in her bedroom. When you took them out to put them on the bed, they smelled so good. It was the scent of outdoors, Tide, and antique wood, mingled with the smell of her house. A smell that has never been duplicated, try as I might.
Every week I have Sam's two munchkins. I love them like nothing else in this world. I try to be the best grandmother that I can be. I struggled for a couple of years, not even realizing that I was trying to figure out what my identity would be, as a grandmother. Would I be a grandmother like mine? You know, the blue/grey haired one, baking gingerbread cookies. Would I be the Harley kind, dressing like a teenager, trying to stay young? I wanted to be a grandmother that they would remember, as I did mine.
Recently, I learned a hard lesson. I had been rushing around trying to prove myself. This world does not reward simplicity. It only honors success. It doesn't honor homemaking, so neither did I, although I love it! Yes, cleaning,"piddling" as she called it, picking up, tidying up the house, laundry, hanging out sheets, washing my dishes. Being a homebody. I wasn't satisfied being me because I judged myself against the yardstick of others. I was always trying to accomplish that list of "shoulds" even those things disguised as "fun" things. Proving and proving again that I was worth something. Seduced into the world's competitive route. Seduced by those that are caught up in the same way, trying to prove their worth. All the while knowing the truth, that was hanging by a thread, inside. The one that says to me, "Give it up. Go with the flow. Be yourself. Stop explaining. Do what you want, when you want, the way you want. Live by your own soul's guidance". And it all became so clear, so simple. You are just fine, if you do nothing else in this world but live and love my Woody, my daughter, my grandbabies and keep house. Anything else is a bonus! I could trust my life. I could trust myself. My life, at its simplest, most boring, most plain, was OK. Because it is mine. Thank you God for "My Life". My most beautiful life. I would be like my grandmother, because I would be happy to just be me. Thanks, Mama for the example you set, and for just being you. Thanks for the "plain toast".
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Desiderata
This is one of my favorite poems or prayers.
Desiderata Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant, they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let not this blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.Therefore, be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams; it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
My Wonderful Sister, Allison Melancon!
by Allison Tanner Melancon on Wednesday, January 5, 2011 at 9:53am
I watched a movie the other day, Temple Grandin, when her horse died she asked, "Where do they go?" I questioned that so many times in my life..I do believe people who pass either go to Heaven or Hell, but I think they can communicate with us as well...soooooo... After Russell died, I knew he spoke to me in so many signs...I'd call Steph and say OK this is what happened today...and so on...I knew he was saying...keep pushing...don't let this rest..so we didn't and the outcome was Todd's arrest..so this weekend I decided to clean out my closet..packed to the brim with crap I don't need...I came across a blue bag..it's been there for 2 years, and I assumed it was Beany's. The hours after the accident were filled with running here and there, collecting this and that for the funeral that I must have stuck this bag in my closet so I wouldn't forget to give it to Sam..well I gave her the other things I had, for some reason this bag was left. I handed it to Beany and said, Please do something with this stuff...(thinking it was his)..he opened the bag and pulled out two things before it hit me like a brick...an LSU hat and a Dacula coaching shirt...OH crap..that's Russell's things..just leave it on the table and I'll give it to Sam when I see her..So after all of the drama of yesterday, today I'm preparing myself walk into the DA's office and push for the speedy trial of Todd...I opened up his bag..behold his Bible. I felt kind of nosy going through his Bible like an invasion of his privacy, but one of the things I do when I'm questioning is ask the question and flip to the first page I can to see what the answer will be...kind of what I did the day I asked about the accident in Joel Osteen's book...long story..anyway, so I didn't want to do that in his Bible but did think, Russell tell me what you want...there were 4 things in his Bible sticking out...two flyers from the sermon he must have attended one said, Pain and grief are ___________. He filled in *inevitable...the other was a small piece of paper that had " Word Bank..with 4 words.. Jesus, born, world, dead" stuck between Number 4 and 6, the other was a book marker type thing you can tell Lil or Ike man colored and he prob just stuck it in the middle of his Bible between Songs of Solomon 3 and 5...but the only thing outlined in his entire Bible by pen was this:
Mark 12:22
Have faith in God
Truly I say to you, whoever says to this mountain, "Be taken up and cast into the sea" and does not doubt in his heart, but believes that what he says is gong to happen, it will be granted to him.
Therefore I say to you, all things for which you pray and ask. believe that you have received them, and they will be granted you.
I'm giving Sam Russell's Bible today...
Mark 12:22
Have faith in God
Truly I say to you, whoever says to this mountain, "Be taken up and cast into the sea" and does not doubt in his heart, but believes that what he says is gong to happen, it will be granted to him.
Therefore I say to you, all things for which you pray and ask. believe that you have received them, and they will be granted you.
I'm giving Sam Russell's Bible today...
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