I can rise to any apology I owe. I will never make any one beg for forgiveness when sincerity is included in the communication. I believe in apologies and forgiveness, and I believe in starting over every now and again. I would rather hold on than to let go. Maybe sometimes I let my emotions rule me and act accordingly...can't say that will ever change, but I can keep working on improving. He is my heart...I never have loved another person the way I love him. Have a great week everyone!
Heartwings says, "It is easy to get distracted and lose the thread of progress."
Remember fire drills? Wherever we were going we were always told to "proceed in an orderly fashion." I think about this phrase sometimes when I am dithering about my apartment trying to get things done. There is order, and there is the immediate demand, and there is what I hope to get done. Each day presents its challenges. I can only do my best.
For instance, the telephone rings. Perhaps I am about to begin on a task when it calls out. Stephen would tell me to ignore it. My experience is that if I do that will only create another difficulty I haven't anticipated. I answer the phone, conduct whatever necessary conversation and go back to what I was doing. Meanwhile, I may have lost the thread of the process and need to begin again.
When I plan ahead it seems to help. When I set out on a series of errands it works better if I think about the best order in which to do them. This works fine unless I forget my grocery list and either have to go back for it or try to remember what was on it. Stephen suggested I put the list in my purse and keep it there. I explained why I don't: when I wish to add to it, I have to find it and write down what the new item-- if I don't forget what it was in the meantime. It's far easier to keep it on the counter.
I am all too easily distracted from my orderly progress. Sometimes this is simply my own fault. In the midst of doing what I intend to do I remember what I meant to do and didn't, go do that, and meanwhile I may think of something else that needs doing. When I finally return to my original task it may have become more difficult or more complicated. The other day I realized that there is no such thing as an orderly fashion in my life, there is only keeping track as best I can and being content with that.
Blessings and Best Regards, Tasha Halpert
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Had one of my really bad pain nights last night. Had to give in and take a pain pill and since it wan't until the wee hours of the morning I was able to get to sleep I decided to sleep in until I woke up and shut off the 8 a.m. alarm. The cats decided 9 a.m. was when I wanted to wake up . One hour extra and they wanted their breakfast! lol! I can always count on them to be my alarm clock. At least they let me have the extra hour
Heartwings Love Notes 655: Unanticipated Consequences
Sunday, January 18, 2015 (18:50:46)
Heartwings says, "Unanticipated occurrences may result from improvements."
Shopping in the sale section of one of our favorite home goods stores, Stephen and I came across a dark blue tablecloth. It looked to be a nice addition to our dining table--fortuitously it was round, and would be something nice for our home for the new year. The packaging informed us that it would not allow liquids to penetrate and would easily wipe up with a damp cloth. Deciding that this was a win/win, we brought it home and put it on the table. It looked splendid. I was curious to see if it would live up to its promises.
It did. The first time a few drops spilled on the cloth they beaded up and were easily blotted away. I was duly impressed. Several days later I tried sponging off the occasional spots that had occurred since, and they too came away relatively easily, leaving the cloth looking as pristine as ever. However I discovered one drawback: Being dark blue it also revealed the presence of all crumbs, bits of herbs and other mealtime sprinkles. If it is not cleaned off after a meal that produces any sort of small debris, the table looks messy.
Thinking about this I realized that life can be like that. Promises are often fulfilled as they are spoken and things work out as indicated, yet other factors I haven't planned for or thought of may complicate matters. I'm not complaining, I often find it humorous when I have to cope with the unexpected results of what appears to be an improvement or an upgrade. Fortunately, the small dust buster vacuum I had purchased along with its big sister does a fine job on the crumbs. So that situation is not a big deal, just something I didn't anticipate.
The lesson I took from this experience is to be flexible and not to be concerned when the unplanned for experience arises. Complaining only postpones the discovery of a solution because the focus is not on the resolution of the difficulty but on the difficulty itself. This attitude is a blind alley leading nowhere. When my focus is correctly directed, most often I find a solution without much trouble. In this case the crumbs are nicely swept up with little effort and quickly disposed of. As my dear son Robin used to say, flexibility is the answer to so many problems, and I would add: correct focus.
May you find easy solutions to your unanticipated consequences.
Blessings and Best Regards, Tasha Halpert
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Heartwings Love notes 654: The Blessing of Simple Pleasures
Heartwings says, "Take time to appreciate your small joys and to be grateful."
When I turn on the shower on a cold winter evening and climb into its warmth, I give thanks. Although they may not live close to me, there are many who do not have the luxury of hot water from a faucet. When I cuddle my clean cotton sheets and the warm covers on my bed around me, I think of, and send a prayer for those who are homeless and have little to comfort them in the cold.
My life is filled with small blessings for which as I grow older, I grow increasingly grateful. How fortunate I am to have soft, warm sweaters, an indoor bathroom, a refrigerator that keeps my food cold. I appreciate the opportunity to turn up the heat on a cold day or to turn on the air conditioner on a hot and humid one. There are many things in my life that I once took for granted, and that I now remember to acknowledge as blessings.
An attitude of gratitude as we are often reminded by teachers from Oprah to Eckert Tolle is one of the pillars for the foundation of a happy life. My own personal experience has proved this to be true. It is also important to be grateful for that which at first seems less than fortuitous. However I prefer to focus on those things that bring me joy rather than those that do not, even while being grateful for those as well.
Small and simple pleasures--a phone call from one's child or grandchild, the wagging tail of a treasured animal companion, the smile of a neighbor encountered unexpectedly in the supermarket, or the friendly help of a stranger in locating a hard to find item--these lovely, serendipitous experiences provide a splendid symphony of joy. As I live my life, it plays in the background as an accompaniment to my everyday doings. Listening to it I am reminded again and again to be grateful.
May you find much to be grateful for in your life always.
Blessings and Best Regards, Tasha Halpert
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I know this might sound a bit random, but I've realized 'why does it matter how many stars somebody rates your poem?' Nobody has the right to complain about their poem ratings, because they're basically saying "if I put this work in the done section, it can be rated as anything.' Humans are programmed to be somewhat offended, and while 1/2/3 stars may hurt, I feel like complaining about it is incorrect, especially if you put the work in the done section. When I was younger, I used to get really upset when that happened, but since then, I've matured. I was about 15-17 years old, and I'm almost 21 now.
People need to realize that not everything they write is worth ten stars. I know I have large amounts of improvements I could still make as a writer, and to say otherwise would be narcissistic. I could learn a thing or two from writers who are better than me, and that's great! I should cherish that. I could learn a lot from people like electrictiger and ozymandias, who actually inspire me to continue making improvements in my work. And for that, I thank them.
lines of silver
tunnel vision aching
to spread its wings against me
i am a sapphire sea
sounds that ache to free me from
(it's abstract, but my mind is in the very abstract right now - I love this music so much I could die - Ladytron. My passion for their song "Deep Blue" is everlasting, never-changing. Exciting, eerie, bone-chilling, cold, effervescent, iridescent-sounding electronic music that reverberates throughout the passages of my soul. This is my favorite song of all time. I truly love it)