Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

“Hello, I am a Newby Writer” Made a promise to take writing seriesto see if it is a skill of mine.

Hello,
I am a newly writer.
Credits of writings?
Yes, I have.
Though meager citing’s.
Not even pennies was I paid; so none be saved.
In my heart I feel and know,
God wants me to grow and show,
Others, words I might bestow,
Might lift off their shoulder’s some heavy cargo.
Turned my bottom and ran,
From a talent didn’t think I had.
Guess that is part the plan, writing “Scan yourself, plenty for you can!”
God gave to each his own “doodad’s” whether he be nomad clad in plaid as a Dad with an emotional state of sad or mad.
Running for me,
Solved nothing!
Decided to agree.
Do my best’n development of my writing; by jumping, bumping or buzzing.
Leaning day at a time,
I will climb.
Each step,
At God’s doorstep, or the side door, and with him as my guide, a shlepping, I will go.
Needing to close this poem,
Because since my 2008 wreck,
This journey’s journal b’on and on growing’n’flowing!
Instead of the speck out of my eye, I’ll take the redwood trunk out! Now again I am ready to seek and start my new path with actually joy of my heart beckoning!
If you will please allow me to visit at your next meeting and learn if writing is the skill,
For me of God’s will.
Or, in the next chapter of my life will play a part.
Along with ways of expressions in art I have learned and played with of late, is smart and matches God’s and my heart?
March 9th of 2008 was the Spring day of that year to set the clocks up. I decide to go get breakfast and ended up in our…not so great trauma center. My experience is my opinion but for the sake of brevity and your pity for me; I will venure that my lack of enthusiasm for this hospital is justified based on the number of injuries they missed and messing with my career because I was a good lab rate for a speech therapist student being overseen by a professional with less than six months of experience ut of out of the same graduate school. There will be time to write about that another day.
Writing came about to help with my sanity which was another semi nonexistent problem developed by this trauma center that for me really gave me more problems to undue than the fixed. Saved my life but a few years of undoing the mess they put me was pure Hades.
God carried me through this. Right now he has convicted me..and others around me…used a friend to get both me and hubby back on track. It is weird but so many times I knew I was going to be happy by myself…God fixed everything and life got better.
I knew that somehow I had to share and use all of my skills/education/life learned lessons to do something in a way to service God and it would be something I enjoed. Yes, it would require work; in the end I knew it would be worth it.
Evil devil loves to get us doubting…each time I was close to fingering thinT’s out I started darting out on my own. My friend that intervened bravely in my marriage has also been a rock in spurring me on to slow down but trek on searching for the purpose I know God has in mind.
That is where I have come back to now at this very moment.  Baby steps it is. FEw I admire tell me I have writing skills that ring a resoonace tone with many.  Grammar is something I need to work and work on. Thus, my leap of writing a book has some merit. I was trying to do God’s will but doubt and being overwelmed, I have withdrawn a few times.   Then, health problems and problems arising from the wreck crept back in that I had to face.
In the last year after getting a metal rod out…events have decreased.  I have lost 30+ pounds. I can see the homestretch way off in the distance.  But somehow God has reached out and put his hand on my whole family…my autistic son, my husband and me at the same time. This shouldn’t awe me.  I have witnessed other bigger miracles. I guess it is the peace flowing over me that is enhancing this for me.
Again, this still will require work, work and more by everyone involved. This time the change is that everyone is, seems, really working at chage itself.
Thanks, God, Nita, Susa, Bill, Tanner…the wold.
Pray I continue to explore what you have in mind for me individually, the family and all. Amen.
Oh yes, I can’t forget to be thankful for the lasted family addition. She is like having a baby  but the unconditional love..joy and other she brings is worth it.  Plz see pic of both dogs..one had 6.5 yrs and the other short time over 6 months..she is a year..got from shelter..so I have a middle age child..baby..7 Year old toddler in dog..
And, 20 year old…autistic ..some ways way above mentally..others so pure of heart like an angel …others..much less than is 20 years…
DOESN’T MATTER I LOVE THEM ALL AS THEY ARE….NITA WITH CP
TANNER WITH AUTISM AND OTHER…TAUGHT ME SO MUCH ABOUT MYSELF…HAVE ADD
NITA THAT MY HUSBAND IS WORKING ON MARRIAGE AND I WAS TAKING ADVANTAGE OF THE SITUATION A LITTLE…BUT WE ARE DONG BETTER WITH JOY BACK N OUR HEARS.
LOTS MORE..
YOU TOO CAN STOP FEELING OVERWHELMED..GET BACK THAT FEELING OF *NSYNC WITH GOD..
NEED TO SHARE..I WILL TRY TO HELP
GOD plz touch those that feel they don’t have the talents to do as you have in store for them..Remind them that with your plan..burnout..hate for a job and other will disapate.
I lift up this people..Jesus name Amen.
God I have gotten away from the joy of Christmas…I will work on that Turnaround ..but..plz help me make my family aware we may pray for the food in a wrote manner.
I feel we never mention Jesus and his importance in our life.  Sharing how he works in our life with family at Christmas at some terminal time in the day or night is pretty high on what the event is all about…not presents…or I have to buy a gift for people cause they need it. I get signigicance of family and friends and sharing at this time. Yet, I feel these same people and tribe of mine should get the talk about you and Jesus too.
Help me put this time of talking back in the Christmas family event.

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Again another Amen

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Monday, December 22, 2014

Facebook Pages that are not kind to letting me post: Block them from your feed if you want more control.



BLOCKING LIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Facebook pages  *********I plan to update and repost as time permits
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IF IT ISN'T WITH THEM THEN WE CAN TAKE OUR POWER TO BLOCK THOSE THAT DO NOT RECIPROCATE!
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The natural Parent Magazine
Today’s Parenting Magazine
The Alpha Parent
Parenting for the Digital Age
Chicago Parent
Positive Parenting: Toddlers and Beyond
A Parent’s touch
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Autism, Asperger’s and Related Conditions from Jessica Kingsley Publishers
Autism Today
Student Mental Health Advocates
Psychology Today
Psychology & Human Development
The Counseling Place LLP
Psi Chi Central Office
Hellinger Sciencia Mexico
Psychology Tomorrow Magazine
School Psychology

Friday, June 13, 2014

Old Timers

Old Timers
            According to ‘Old Timer’s’ you are not an ‘Old Timer’ unless you are their age.  That also means that you do not have bragging rights until you are that magical age.  That age is when you have earned the badge of life the hard way.
            Now this is all relative.  Those that are close to a hundred will say those that are eighty are babies.  Those that are eighty will say the babies are in their fifties. I am fast approaching fifty and think all those under me are kids and babies.  One thing I hear all these groups add is to be careful not to hang with old folks; those that are old in spirit.  The best advice that has been given by all those older than me is to remain young in spirit.
            A lady I was checking out, at my job when I was sixteen, set me straight once.  I told her, “Don’t you think you ought to slow down.”  She had just gotten back from Europe and was going golfing.
            “Honey dear, if I slow down. I just might find something wrong.” replied a spry white haired lady in her late seventies dressed ready to golf.
            That has always made me stop and think.  Now when I feel sad as I approach fifty, I think of her and Lyle.
            Lyle came into the pharmacy and said, “Hurry Sandy! I have to go to work. I mow yards. I work for an old man.”
            I had to ask how old the man was.  Lyle was in his late eighties.  As it turned out the old man was in his late nineties.  So, according to the ‘Old timers’ we are not old unless we are their age, have lived through and shared the ‘Old timer’s’ hardships.

Monday, June 2, 2014

Honesty and humor; Mom you told me women have eggs. Autistics are concrete thinkers and honsest!

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When my son learned about biology at school he came home saying "You lied to me!"  
Starting in mid-sentence is nothing new for him when he is hyper.  This is espcially the behavior one gets from Tanner when he thinks he has been lied to by someone.  Which is worse when it is a person he trusts to level with him . Trust me I level with him to a fault.
"Okay son what are you talking about? Remember I haven't been with you all day! Take a deep breath and think about the words you want to use to tell me what I lied to you about please."  I have learned to be direct with Tanner and focus him.  This is no easy feat for a woman that Attention Defiect Disorder and traits of other disorders. 
"You told me women have eggs like chickens." Tanner says in a yes tan excited yell.
Ah, now I know what he is talking about.  I read him the book, Where Do Babies Come From?  The book uses the analogy of chicken's laying eggs.  How did I recover from this one fast?
Remember Tanner believed in what his mom told him and I also told him to respect what his teacher's taught him. He wanted an answer and fast.  
I was fast on my  feet that day.  I explained that women have eggs like chicken's but they are different in that they are liquid eggs.  I stated the book was a very easy explanation for young children but that women do have eggs like chickens they are in just a different form.
See how autsitic's are very concrete?  See how they do not like to be lied to?  Honest and concrete in their thinking, autistics can nail you if you are not careful.  
Although this is funny, let it be a word to the wise; be careful and ready for those questions later on from stories and explanations you use.  I wasn't.  I got caught off guard and landed on my feet barely.