WWII Veteran Roy McGinnis turns 96 years young today. Feel free to wish him Happy Birthday in the comments and I will be sure to pass them on. My step-dad Roy as you can imagine has truly been a shining example for any young person to emulate with his striking career in the military along with his civilian time as the Director of Veterans Affairs for the State of Alabama.
Ode to Diary Input on Valentine’s Day, 1999
Recently I read from an old journal of mine. My diary depicted a smart gal with more positivity a person could muster. There was no facebook, twitter, youtube, amazon or even google. There was just a lonely gal writing.
Problems are mixed up. Some are easy to deal with. Others are not. The heavier the conflict, the more noticeable my frailties would come to light.
There will never be just one way to explain any given topic. If that were so, we would all be robots. The honesty factor can be in different colors, yet with the same truth.
Last week all hell broke loose with an issue dear to my heart. I am unable to discuss it fully on my blog. You know it is big when I can not even come up with the words.
How many times have you had a metaphor utilized by someone to translate what they are trying to communicate? Ministers love them in their sermons to help us achieve to that “higher” level. Even physicians pitch them to translate science.
How many of us have heard evidence based lingo? We all value the meaning behind what facts are known on any given subject. The question is do we need those facts thrown at us without some thought?
Transfer of information always brings to mind a childhood game of whispering in one friend’s ear and then another, etc until all have heard. What comes out at the end is always a good laugh.
What if the transfer of understanding goes amok? Communication 101 in college after all is more important than even I thought.
I am always full of questions . I wonder. I think. I wait . I need some answers. Maybe you do too. I hear ya. Is a miracle around the corner? I hope.
Mom and I had a peculiar conversation. After my recent hospitalization , we discussed living, dying, and a few things right in the middle .
It was apparent I must have some kind of strange situation inside my flesh. I have had way too many issues with modern medicine to think any different. More surgery is in my near future.
It leaves me depressed, but not broken. Mom even joked she wanted my ashes on her fireplace so she could talk to me everyday. We laughed.
In all seriousness, the human spirit has been victimized to an extreme by TV and in particular politics with the hurt it brought. I sit back and realize I am not a republican nor a democrat. I am a person. I have needs just like you. We all deserve space to just be.
My health scares seem to grab me by the balls at times. Oh wait I don’t have balls !! Haha.
Yet, I stand up and am not afraid to weather whatever THE PLAN is for my life. Do not be fooled by those that say it is going to be ok . Sometimes it is not. I devised a few phrases in my mind for you to ponder along with me. They are below.
This every girl does not give up easily and will remain as proactive about my health as I am able. A time comes when we all die. When it does, we should be doing something good for mankind. How does that look to you ? To me, it means a few things:
This photo was taken the day before we got our first snow here in Seattle. It has been freezing ever sense..Brrrrrrrrrr
Do you remember that first love? Sadly many of us have been burnt in our first ever love experiences. There is no way to define in human standards how love looks from one individual to another.
Photos taken over two decades ago like the one above find popularity in their grasp of thematics such as mother/son bonding. My autistic son is in a blue outfit that I simply adored.
Perhaps the adornment was because I love my son so much , but the cute attire was no doubt a favorite of mine. The color blue is so peaceful to me. The blue is seen in the skies. Blues are also associated with boys.
What also comes to mind is the pictures I have taken of stellar jays. Their blue bodies are gorgeous and always a fave picture to my readers.
I thought today a lot of why I write. My perception was I was writing for myself. Yet as my audience grew, the writing did too. I make no false assumptions here as alesiablogs is still for me. To be sure of this,however, I post this photo of one of the most important men in my life.
Freshly pressed has been a dream of mine. Could I ever write to the level of such prestige to gain that honor ? It remains to be seen , but as I create my own art in prose, it is my dream that my art is pleasing to myself and the reader. Today I felt inclined to please myself and show off my cute boy. Mr. Luke I adore you just the way God made you.
One of my best photographs I have taken. I am moved really about the way I caught the birds in action. It is as if you are looking at the anatomy of the birds as they reached out toward each other. Thought provoking.
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