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Vulnerabilities

As the old saying goes, birds of a feather flock together. This proverb is as old as time practically and has a connotation of referring that we enjoy safety with others that are like minded.
What about friendship? Do we tend to migrate to those that are similar to us? My husband likes to say I make friends easily. I actually think what he is really saying is I have good communication skills. Part of me says that there is truth in that, but most healthy life long friendships take a very long time to cultivate. They are worth it, but they are risky at times. When you make yourself vulnerable to another, you are saying to that friend that they are worth the investment. Most of these kind of investments will reap you rewards. As a financial friend of mine would say a good friendship will be full of big dividends for a lifetime.
As I have studied the wonder of friendship this past week, I have seen my son lose his best friend. It made me realize how short of time we have on this earth and we better make each moment count. I have of late not been the best of friends and have come to a place that I needed to work on being more honest in my conversations and also reaching out and asking for help.
What I think I have been learning is to accept that the human spirit has flaws , defects, and blemishes. In all reality I was actually identifying these issues in my own person. Now that is heavy.
So today I am relearning a big lesson about myself. I need help and at times this comes straight from the Divine who is our best friend. It is easy to think all we need are good human friendships to share all our problems with. The truth is friendships will suffer if we place too much on our friends to bear. This is for God alone.
In reality healthy friendships will grow and not short circuit when we learn the gift of how friendship shouId really look like. If God forgives us, we should learn to forgive our friends. We should not take our friendships for granted. I love Proverbs 17:9 which reminds us love grows when we choose to forgive, but if we dwell on it the best of friends will become separated.

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Normalcy

The state of being normal as defined by cuddling with my furry friend and breathing a bit slower this week. May we look at our animal friends today and thank them for their unconditional love. I don’t know about you, but when I spend time with my Linus- I laugh more!

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Men Part II

It is once again time to bring up some “men” issues. It was not so long ago, men were my topic as duly noted here https://alesiablogs.wordpress.com/2013/02/01/men/ and believe me this woman made note of her men problems. Today is yet another time to bring the subject up. Here are my 5 tips to living with men:
1. Just let them have the damn remote control.
2. Make a specialty wall just for their baseball caps.
3. Let farting techniques become a contest in the home.
4. Give everyone their space ( this comes in handy during farting contests).
5. Let them know they are loved all the time.
Today was a “softie” list as I look at my family and can not believe the miracle I see in my home. My house would just be empty without the sound of my men.

Every Morning

Photo taken on the farm of my husband's parents. Nature is so beautiful here.

Photo taken on the farm of my husband’s parents. Nature is so beautiful here.

Every morning I get up out of bed, I look out the window. Most mornings it is pitch black because I am with my kids as they get ready for school. On the weekend, I have the luxury of sleeping in. As I awake, my first glimpses may be the beginning of light from a distant, the softness of the grass in the yard, or baby birds eyeing my feeders. It is in this I reflect on God’s creation. This week as I prepare for my women’s group, the subject is on God’s presence.
In one of the most well-known stories of the Bible in the book of Job, we learn of a man who loved God. Despite all this love he has for God, God allows Job to lose absolutely everything. I can not even imagine what he must have felt like. I have lost many things, but not everything like him. Job is left miserable with the loss of his children, money, and his health. Despite it all, Job wonders why me but he never curses God. Finally God responds to Job through nature itself.
If you have time to read Job 38, it is here that God engages Job to look to the night sky and the clouds of a summer’s day. He than takes him on a wonderful adventure of nature itself and its animals. It is in God’s safari that Job is refreshed in his belief. Can you imagine being lifted up and allowed to see all things created through the wonder of God’s eyes? There is so much more to God than only nature, but it was the way HE chose to show Himself to Job.
Thanks to all of you that write and bring to life a bit of yourself through your stories and photography. I do believe their is the divine in all of this we call life. God chose the Bible to tell us so much. It is through pain and hardship, nature beckons us back to Him. By the way everything was restored to Job. I suppose God could have put on a professor’s cap to teach Job, but He chose to teach through his own Handiwork. I like those kind of lessons myself. I don’t have to take notes.

Blogging

You bloggers make me feel like Minnie Mouse as she is very special to me! Thank you for the awards!

You bloggers make me feel like Minnie Mouse as she is very special to me! Thank you for the awards!

I am somewhat under the weather today, but I wanted to send thanks to several of you that gave me nominations for awards in the last couple of weeks. Thank you again for the Inspiring, Versatile, Beautiful, and of course the most recent was the Sunshine award. I loved that because I felt as if my light is making a difference. I so appreciate the affirmations from you all. I do not think I can get to all the questions that are asked from these awards, but I thought I would share a few things I have not told you about myself or at least I don’t think I have:
1. I became a nurse after my dad thought it would be a good career choice. It was not my first choice. I thought I wanted to teach school.
2. I was robbed while in high school on campus. I still miss my suede coat, cap, and gloves that were taken from me. I guess the robber was cold.
3. I once heard angels sing in my car. I am not kidding!
4. I was given a police ticket for just parking in front of my apartment when I lived in Germany in 1990. I do not think my neighbors liked American GI’s
and that was what I was! When they met my family (who happened to be German), I never got another ticket..Thank God. I think the first ticket was illegal,but
I just paid it.
5. Both of my children were born by C-section. (that was too much information wasn’t it?). haha.
6. I had kidney cancer in 1997. The surgeons took that bad puppy out and now I pee with only one kidney!
7. I had a very large brain tumor discovered in 2010. The surgeons took that bad puppy out and now I still pee with only one kidney!
8. I shit like the rest of you.
9. I had fibroids. The surgeons took those bad puppies out and now I still pee with only one kidney!
10.God–that is way too much information….
Hope all is well in your worlds out there….IF you feel so inclined to share what kind of surgery you have had in your past leave a comment. I am sure I will still be peeing with only one kidney with your surgical story too….THANKS AGAIN TO ALL OF YOU FOR THE AWARDS! I will post some winners soon. Photo of Minnie taken by yours truly.

MEN!

A photo I took a few years back of my husband and son number 2 which proves my unspoken theory MEN never grow up.

A photo I took a few years back of my husband and son number 2 which proves my unspoken theory MEN never grow up.


After a serious blog post yesterday, it is back to my usual rantings and this one is about MEN:
I live with my husband, two sons, and a boy dog. My sons and dog are teenagers. Seriously they are 19, 15, and 13 years old. I have not lived with a woman in almost 30 years. Therefore, my childhood did not prepare me for the onslaught of manliness. I grew up with only a sister. Now she was a force to be reckoned with, but she pales in consideration of the enormous amount of testosterone that has invaded every room in my home. For example, there seems to be an aversion to bathroom and kitchen etiquette. So simple a task is all I ask of them. My female mind can not wrap itself around the fact that anyone would not think about the other person coming after them:
Should I go on? The other amazing thing about my husband and sons are that they are all 5 foot 7 inches! However, their asses are of all variety of sizes. Hence , my dilemma in sorting out their underwear. Putting the appropriate ones with the assigned dresser drawer can be daunting! How dare they even bug me when they do not have the right ones and have to look in another’s drawers? Well I guess you can call that the punishment I have rendered upon them for the naked toilet and paper towel holders!
The latest craze that I am getting miffed about is that no male species in our home wants to flush the toilet. I just have one question for you guys out there? Is there some kind of water shortage that I am not privy too? In all honesty, I love them all with every ounce of energy I have left in me that is after cleaning up after them!

Heroes

Luke on the bus to school. Luke is cushioned with a head rest and back support because he has been known to injure himself without warning.

Luke on the bus to school. Luke is cushioned with a head rest and back support because he has been known to injure himself without warning.

Are there any heroes among us anymore that cause us to pause with amazement? Recently I shared the story of my step-dad Roy who is a hero for his military career as a WWII Prisoner of War. When I asked him what defines a hero? He would say something like this, “Our heroes are those we left. I am no hero. I guess I was just lucky. Those left on the battlefield are the amazing ones”. As we continued our conversation, we both agreed having heroes in your life is vital. What was discovered in the process is that a hero could be invisible.
To me the greatest heroes among us can be the ones we hardly notice. I have found that it is a good thing to find amazement in the smallest of things no matter the situation. For example, I have a son with Autism. Luke typically has more bad days than all around good ones. Yesterday Luke had one of his really good days. He was all smiles and so was I. It was a time of wonderstruck for me. He is my hero. He has taught me something about myself no one else can. He has taught me love and what it means to give it your all. Perhaps that is what we see in Roy as a POW VETERAN. He gave it his all and survived to tell his story for all those that had died. The respect we give to Roy is for a whole generation.
How do I say I can call my son Luke my hero? First, he is my son and I am proud of him no matter what the situation. Second, when we have a good day with Luke it tells me he is doing all he can to make it a good day for all of us. He is working his mind to will it for good thoughts when many times his mind is full of obsessiveness and torture. It is this Forgotten Power of Expectancy we all should be taking into our very being. I know deep down God is amazed at Luke. For unto to Him, He asked for us to come as children.. Luke is not visibly a hero like Roy, but in the quietness of our home my son is not forgotten. God sees us all the same. There is no difference to Him. Luke is working hard to be the best he can be. Thats hero enough for me.
PS: We have an ETSY store and you can click into it from the birdhouse photo. 10% will go to the Autism Society Charity if you purchase before February 14th! Also please follow up with your neurodevelopmental stories on http://www.facebook.com/alesiaandluke I am very interested in hearing about your story.

Incidental Finding

This document Identifys my three times great grandfather Whit Jenkins in court to obtain a guardian.  Right above his court appearance was a little girl only Identified as a BILL OF SALE.

This document Identifys my three times great grandfather Whit Jenkins in court to obtain a guardian. Right above his court appearance was a little girl only Identified as a BILL OF SALE.

Few human practices bring more rage in my mind then what slavery did to humanity before the civil war ended it. When I was beginning my genealogy work to understand my family, I found my 12-year-old orphaned three times great-grandfather Whit Jenkins obtaining a guardian in 1808. I was so excited about this information. Yet I found an incidental finding right above his name that has haunted me over the last several months. If you look at the document you will see an eight years old girl who had just been sold. She was in court and identified by a bill of sale.
These two children just because of their color and the times that they lived in would lead different lives. Later Whit lived in Kentucky which was a divided state in regards to slavery. Some families in Kentucky would have a union and confederate soldier in the same household. It was horrible times. I just wonder if Whit and this little girl’s eyes met in that court house. Their innocent eyes only glancing for a moment yet both forever changed by the court’s decisions that day. Whatever may have happened when Whit was twelve years old, I am convinced he influenced his own family immensely. My three times great-grandfather made sure three of his sons were union soldiers. Indeed I find this in my documents of my family line. May we never forget what Martin Luther King, Jr Day is all about and be reminded there was a BILL OF SALE in Tennessee of a little girl who was just as important as my three times great grandpa.

Nonversations

Pixie Hollow can be where you  go to get your pixie dust. Where are you going? Photo by Alesia

Pixie Hollow can be where you go to get your pixie dust. Where are you going?

Have you ever been the victim of a nonversation? I have been. Nonversation is defined by the urban dictionary as one person talking and the other person NOT LISTENING. We generation baby boomers are 76 million strong and may be the last group to have known a world without the use of texting, computerizing, and chatting. I am reminded of the comedian Joan Rivers who guest hosted Johnny Carson a number of times in the 1970’s and 80’s who was known for her, “Can we talk?” question usually after she said a risqué joke on his show. Truly can we talk? Why are we not talking? What is happening?
Nonversations are a hindrance as far as I am concerned to genuine communication. Do not get this confused with nonverbal communication. WE all do that when we smile at someone or offer eye contact as a gesture of responsiveness to someone. Nonverbal communication can be destructive also if you roll your eyes at your spouse or a very good friend. These all lend themselves to perceptions. WE all perceive things different especially men versus women.
Today I want to start a series on capturing this very moment and learning about how to deal with being a better communicator. First I want you to know I have been captured by many of you writers/bloggers out there that have touched me in your own way of creating. I see some who use cartoons to make me laugh, others that share breathtaking photography, and of course those as myself trying to make sense of this world around us through writing. I love it all. I am just that kind of person. I want to hear and listen to each person’s viewpoint also.
One of my favorite things I have in my life is a Bible Study I facilitate twice a month. We usually take long breaks between the Christmas holidays and summer time. In ten days we will be back at it with some new materials I have picked up. We will actually be sharing on how to connect better with nature, friendships, resting, forgiveness, and God. I am looking forward to it. I want to have a conversation about all these issues. I have high expectations for myself to learn more. You see I have bought myself some wings and pixie dust a long time ago, but I think I need some new pixie dust. My wings have not flown for some time. Maybe you bloggers have been my pixie dust. I hope in some way my OWN trail of sparkly pixie dust will rub off on you and my “conversation” will enlighten you with breathtaking clarity. Until next time…..to be continued. Photos courtesy of Alesia unless otherwise noted.

The Letter Part 2

Today we are celebrating my step dad Roy’s 90th birthday. He was a WWII VET and a POW in STALAG 17. I shared briefly his story yesterday and so many of you commented and sent Roy birthday wishes that he asked me to thank each and every one of you for your kind words. Here is a link if you are interested in seeing that story and some of the most powerful comments and even poems I have ever seen: https://alesiablogs.wordpress.com/2013/01/17/the-letter/ .

Today I thought appropriate to put together a collage of photos of Roy.