Today is the day Hurricane Katrina wreaked havoc on so many. We are still feeling the effects.
There is a huge flood in India right now. It’s affecting more people than Katrina did.
As somber as this is, it reminds us to count our blessings and live life as if each day could be our last.
Love completely, forgive, take time to play with your kids, and leave a legacy of love, compassion, and good memories.
Today is “Be an Angel” day.
Has anyone ever called you an angel? It’s humbling to feel appreciated.
Have you ever been mysteriously blessed? In the nick of time, has someone ever come to your aid? Have you ever been safe in an accident, or are you a medical miracle?
I know that’s a lot of questions, but all those things come to mind when I think of ‘be an angel’. Mostly, that saying reminds us to help others. Be kind and generous to other humans, no matter what color, sex, or religion they are. Smile, avoid running over them with your shopping cart, pick up things they drop, help them cross the street, or volunteer at your local soup kitchen.
You know, we all want more time to get things done sometimes, but the most rewarding thing you can give to others is your time. I say, give your time, spend your time helping others, and you’ll find there are more than enough hours in a day to enjoy life.
Today is National Archeology Day. I often think about what it would be like to go back in time, yet I also wonder what mistakes future generations would make interpreting what we leave behind.
I worked one summer at a prehistoric Indian museum. What they thought might be burial mounds were just mounds of dirt they had used to raise up the chief and officials’ houses. Before anyone knew it was a site of ancient history, it was farmed for many years, tilling under and spreading out the artifacts. We still don’t know if we have the history right, nor why this tribe vanished.
Spend some time today thinking about your legacy. I have spent the past couple days doing just that. I was reminded of a study I did back in February this year with my church that focused on the question, “What if you had 30 days left to live?” You can find it here. I was reminded of the goals I had set for myself. Our legacy is our investment in people. The time I spent yesterday playing outside with my sons, the trip to the museum we took last week (in photo above), and the comforting words I uttered to the nervous child who got on the bus his first day of school all are parts of the legacy I am leaving behind.
Happy Friday the 13th!
Apparently, today is Annie Oakley’s birthday. What a strong woman! I’m not sure I could live in pioneer times as I am now, without a microwave and hot water heater. I can’t bake bread from scratch, nor have I any idea how to raise livestock, let alone shoot a gun or ride a horse.
Annie was poor, working to earn her keep from the age of 6, but became a stage performer because she could shoot so well.
My talent is not with firearms, but rather, words. 🙂
When you think of Annie Oakley, what comes to mind? Westerns or sunglasses? Pioneers or fashion?
How fortunate we are!
Today is national Play in the Sand day.
Lots of fun playing in the sand yesterday at the Children’s Museum. Guess we were a day off!
I also think of the word ‘sandbox’ and how it is used as a brainstorming place. Ideas are dumped, molded, destroyed, weighed, measured, poured, and sifted through, just like the sand. My sandbox is on Post-it notes or on a website called ficly.com.
My latest published work is a book of my sandbox stories. If I had thought about this sandbox idea, I’d probably have titled it that. Instead it’s called “Variety of Shorts”. I’m going through the proof copy now with a fine-toothed comb. Sometimes you don’t see errors until they are in print!
Sorry no sand poetry today, maybe YOU can rectify this! Leave me a sand related poem in the comments!
I love fire. I’m thinking about fire today because it is Smokey the Bear’s birthday.
Here’s a poem I wrote for a Winter themed poetry book in which all the poems together made one continuous story.
I found him in the resort
Snowboard in hand
Decided I could try a lesson
Unafraid to crash land
With Vic as my teacher
I’d be light on my feet
His hand in mine
Even falling would be sweet
I fell into his arms
Not one time but a few
Each time wishing madly
He would get a clue
I wanted desperately to kiss him
To feel his lips on mine
Wanted desperately to hold him
His chiseled body so fine!
I burned with passion and desire
Never feeling the chill
On those slopes we spent hours
Never succumbing to lust’s will
It was a time of testing
Fine tuning to each other
Walking through the flames
A fire between one another