Posts Tagged ‘life’

One Leaf

And so it went.  Day after day after day I waited.

At first, from my faraway post it might have been an injured red Virginia Cardinal fluttering on a barren branch in a forest now devoid of any leaves.

On closer inspection it was actually a lone leaf fluttering in the breeze.

“It may be the only leaf still clinging to life in the state of Virginia,” I thought.

Then we had 60 mile per hour wind gusts.

“Surely it will release its grasp though this,”

But there it stayed and stays still.

I never see a singular leaf like this even though I look along our roadsides.

Now it is snowing and raining and snowing with a sometimes stiff breeze making for peculiar weather.

And there she is, hanging on

as if dreaming.

She is to be admired – an Autumn leaf dreaming of turning green again for one more chance at life.

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My favorite stories are about survival.

Like tales about the plague or hurricanes are just wonderful.

Surely there must be germs of experience in such doomsday revelations to help one through life’s most pressing challenges.

But the latest survival information I discovered is even more direct.  A rather obscure article I read recently gave explicit instructions on imaging to deal with life problems.  Evidently you can think your way into surviving anything by simply writing a thought, shredding it, and then discarding what you wrote!

Doesn’t that make some logical sense?

Presumably, the image of trashing a problem like the plague (after you reduce it to little paper bits) will make the whole thing go away.  I’m sure they never thought of imaging in the days of death-by-plague, but we have definitely come a long way since then haven’t we?

Anyway, as instructed, I now spend 15 to 30 minutes a day writing down every thought and then shredding and discarding each thought, one by one.

The waste basket is full of bits of  note paper .

And in the last few days noticeable patterns emerged.


  1. Reminders.

    “Buy milk.”

    “Get graduation cards for J and K.”

    “Call Kit.”

    (Do you see any correlation to eradicating a serious problem in such thoughts? Well I wrote them down anyway and did the dastardly shredding.)

  2. Questions.

    “When will my friend be moving back to this area?”

    “Should I order pot holders online?”

    (So far there have been no subliminal answers. Maybe I am thinking of this exercise like it’s a Ouiga Board.)

  3. Wishes.

    “I wish I had a dog.”

    “Wish I didn’t have to cook dinner tonight.”

    “I wish I was thin.”

    (Now wouldn’t that be something if I could tear up the last wish and begin to lose weight?  I did notice I skipped the after-lunch cookie today!)


  • This exercise is fun.
  • I don’t think it has any intrinsic value but will let you know if I ever feel problem free.
  • Maybe the exercise can be tailored to address specific problems.  Like one day you shred only those thoughts that are about wishes.
  • Or maybe it is like writing a letter to Santa, who will read the list and come forth with all the goodies
  • I don’t see any signs that my expected longevity is extended.
  • So much for shredding problems.
  • And so much for survival.

And my last thought was/is in the Reminder category, “Don’t forget to buy a whole bunch of scratch pads because you are running out of shredding-paper.”

Now maybe THAT is a solveable problem except I shredded the reminder and will probably forget what I was trying to remember.



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I just received this in an email.  It had no title, so I gave it the heading, “Dessert First.”  It made me smile and helped me put things in perspective.  I hope you enjoy it too.


Author Unknown

 One day I had lunch with some friends.   Jim, a short, balding golfer
type about 80 years old, came along with them—all in all, a pleasant

When the menus were presented, we ordered salads, sandwiches, and
soups, except for Jim who said, “Ice Cream, please. Two scoops.”Pie Alamode

I wasn’t sure my ears heard right, and the others were aghast. “Along
with heated apple pie,” Jim added, completely unabashed.

We tried to act quite nonchalant, as if people did this all the time..
But when our orders were brought out, I didn’t enjoy mine.

I couldn’t take my eyes off Jim as his pie a-la-mode went down. The
other guys couldn’t believe it. They ate their lunches silently and

The next time I went out to eat, I called and invited Jim.
I lunched on white meat tuna. He ordered a parfait.

I smiled. He asked if he amused me

I answered, “Yes, you do, but also you confuse me.

How come you order rich desserts, while I feel I must be sensible? “ He
laughed and said, “I am tasting all that’s Possible.

I try to eat the food I need, and do the things I should. But life’s so
short, my friend, I hate missing out on something good.

This year I realized how old I was. (He grinned) I haven’t been this
old before.

So, before I die, I’ve got to try those things that for years I had

kite flyingI haven’t smelled all the flowers yet. There are too many trout streams
I haven’t fished.  There are fudge sundaes to wolf down and kites to
be flown overhead.

There are too many golf courses I haven’t played.  I’ve not laughed at
all the jokes. I’ve missed a lot of sporting events and potato chips
and cokes.

I want to wade again in water and feel ocean spray on my face I want to
sit in a country church once more and thank God for His grace.

I want peanut butter every day spread on my morning toast. I want
un-timed long distance calls to the folks I love the most.Outer Banks NC

I haven’t cried at all the movies yet, or walked in the morning rain. I
need to feel wind on my face. I want to be in love again.

So, if I choose to have dessert, instead of having dinner, then should
I die before night fall, I’d say I died a winner, because I missed out
on nothing.
I filled my heart’s desire. I had that final chocolate mousse before my
life expired.”

With that, I called the waitress over.. “I’ve changed my mind,” I
said.   “I want what he is having, only add some more whipped cream!”

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Is the glass half full or is the glass half empty?

Is the glass half full or is the glass half empty? (Photo credit: Pimlico Badger)

Daily Prompt:  The Glass

Is the glass half-full, or half-empty?

Is the glass half full, or half empty?

It is always in the middle like my life.

Some days, half full because I am happy,

others half empty with daily strife –

two different vessels in one,

a bi-polar vacillating guage,

 one glass half-full

and half-empty,

dependent upon turning a page.

Is the glass half full or half empty?

It is always in the middle like my life.

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California Impressions

Pal Camera and I walked a bit in sunny California

among the swaying palms and sprinklers’ irrigation

of green lawns and people on vacation.

A baby ran in utter joy enjoying freedom

amid the green of a grassy stretch so wide

it must have felt like Eden.

He turned in glee and waved back at his family,

Look! Look! Look what I found – a great big birdie!

I felt myself grinning for

this baby’s joy in life was just beginning.

Mom Look – A Birdie!

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