According to the requirements of the award I must:
• Nominate 15 other bloggers
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• Share 7 random facts about myself
• Thank those who nominated me
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Congratulations Versatile Bloggers!
1. http://rufusguide.wordpress.com/ Rufus’ Food and Spirits Guide
2. http://kittybloger.wordpress.com/ Kitty Bloger
3. http://bethylicious.wordpress.com/ Bethylicious
4. http://lesleycarter.wordpress.com/ Indulge: Travel, Adventures and New Experiences
5. http://flashingformoney.wordpress.com/ flashingformoney
6. http://memorybearsbybonnie.wordpress.com/ Memory Bears By Bonnie
7. http://kanatyler.com/ Kana’s Chronicles
8. http://angelslightworldwide.com/ Angel’s LIght World wide
9. http://5photosaday.wordpress.com/ 5 photos a day
10. http://madedifferentblog.wordpress.com/ Made Different
11. http://jcuxp7.wordpress.com/ jcuxp7′s blog
12. http://philosophermouseofthehedge.wordpress.com/ philosophermouseofthehedge
13. http://mimiosophotography.wordpress.com mimiosophotography
14. http://patriciasands.wordpress.com/ Patricia Sands’ Blog
15. http://seasweetie.wordpress.com/ Sea Sweeties pages
7 random things about me:
1. I have four legs- two are silver and have rubber tips
2. I have a southern accent that really confuses people out here in the Rockies.
3. I love the snow, the deeper the better.
4. I love to color.
5. I am older than dirt.
6. I drove a semi, taught school, owned a diesel repair shop and wrote for a newspaper.
7. I am eclectic.
(mechanical bird in gilded cage, by Reuge)
The Gilded Cage
Little bird with broken wing~captive in a world of haze
Frantically searching to escape~lost in the corridors of a maze
Held by bonds invisible to the eye`the little bird flutters in vain
Though only hurt by a broken wing~the heart was becoming maimed
Caged in glass the world is elusive~like strangers in the night
The little bird cries from fruitless attempts~and her spirit has lost its fight
Her home is adorned for all to see~her cage is gilded in gold
“I give you everything you need~You should be happy” she is told
But all the glitter and all the shine~Can never fill the need
of this little bird’s pitiful cry~”I only want to be freed”
Her cries are silent, her tears are dry~her wings bruised from beating in vain
No one understands at all~her deep and yearning pain
Sitting motionless on her little perch~staring aimlessly through the glass
She is offered precious goodies~but the pleasure does not last
Spring turns to summer~And summer to fall
But time does not lessen the pain~and her unhappiness she tells to all
Weary of hearing her cries~when her cage is adorned in gold
Never understanding her needs~her cries are becoming old
Deserted and alone she begins to molt~her plumage turns to crimson
Her songs loud and wild~A battle she thinks she has won
Where has the broken bird gone~What kind of game is this?
With a strut and haughty laugh~she just blows us each a kiss
Everyone is overjoyed~as they begin coming back
Never realizing it is a ruse~she is putting on an act.
Thinking the worst is over~She has become accustomed to her cage
The truth lies in her diary~As the tears cover page after page
The cage is opened occasionally~But the presence is always nearby
So, escape is still a dream~And she is too sheltered to try
Company is what she needs they say~A tiny little child
But peace this does not bring~For she still hears the call of the wild
One day she flies away~With the child under her arm
But the presence draws her back~With all his sweetness and charm
A taste of freedom lingers on~ Escape is planned again
But, alas company is coming~Will she ever, ever win?
Once again the haze returns~Dispair fills her mind
No matter what the presence offers~No matter how sweet or kind
Pain fills her days~Tears take over her nights
The little bird has once again~Lost the will to fight
She wanders listlessly around by day~Tiny chirps never entering her haze
Her nights filled with tormented dreams~of her beautiful gilded cage
To soar and fly through the air~Over mountains and valleys so low
This little bird is haunted~By the desire to get up and go
The little bird is haunted by day~The dreams take over her bed
Discontent permeates the air~For the life that she has led
She calls on the older bird~and cries out all her woe
The older bird tells her~”Baby, just get up and go
The cage is no longer locked~The door swings to and fro
There is no reason little one~that You can not pack up and go.”
From being caged so long, she is afraid~that she will not know how to fly
So, even when the door is open~the little bird is afraid to try
Hesitating, she cries out in dispair~ I don’t know…I don’t know
Uncertain whether to remain inside~Or to just take off and go
She staggers back into the cage~indecision clouding her heart
Even when given the chance~she does not know how to start
Everything looks brighter outside~the yearning growing strong
Her melody floats through the air~that is where she belongs
Day by day her courage mounts~she is ready to make a break
Dashing through the door, babes in hand~that is all she wants to take
The older bird receives a call~I’m on my way the message said
I finally got away today~please fix the baby’s bed
Through the rain a distant sound~the frantic beating of wings
Soon mother and babies are in sight~I’m free, I’m free she sings
Though escaped from the gilded cage~the little bird trembles in fear
I know he will come after me~I can feel his presence near
The presence never shows his face~he makes a simple call
Is she there he wants to know~I want her happy that is all
willing to let her try the taste~of the freedom of the land
He does not try to get her back~he never raises a hand
The litte bird settles in~her new life ready to start
The excitement growing by bounds~with every beat of her heart
Fluttering here and there~tasting everything in sight
Thrilled with her new life~and loving the evening lights
Never being on her own~the little bird didn’t know
That the world out there~was not one continuous show
The babies were left with the old bird~as she played here and there
Living her life as she pleased~as if she didn’t have a care
The old bird tried to teach her~life is different out here she would say
But the little bird would not listen~she only wanted to play
If she ever had a need~if there was something she could not get
The little bird would beat her wings~and throw a temper fit
Although she wanted to be free~from the presence in her life
It was he that she called~at the first signs of strife
And patient and loving that he was~he filled her every need
But the little bird was too caught up~to appreciate his loving deed
The little bird wanted to taste life~and all the birds there in
She strutted her fine plumage~as another bird she tried to win
But, once the game was over~and he arrived at her door
the little bird was not content~she wanted so much more
The new bird gave her gifts~but the little bird was not content
she badgered the new bird for presents~and was not happy with any he sent
Freedom was not bringing joy~her heart was filled with pain
She sat around for days~crying tearful songs out in the rain
One night the little bird lost control~as she frantically banged into walls
she grabbed the babies and left the house~stopping only to make a call
she left in flight, the old bird knew not where~everyone searched all around
Never knowing she flew straight through~back to her home town
She had called the presence to her aid~she would come home, she had said
Please, I don’t want to talk~just fix us all a bed
Again the little bird sits in her gilded cage~for all the world to see
Her wing is still broken inside~because she doesn’t know the meaning of free
And company is coming once again~to the gilded cage you see
And while she loves them all~she still yearns to just be free
She can not see that her wing has healed~and the gate is open wide
She has built her own gate called fear~and shuts it to stay inside
© danLrene 1989
Dedicated to all those who have created their own gilded cage and are afraid to step outside. LIke this song says ♫♫”she has a broken wing, but man you ought to see her fly” ♫♫
and so can you!!!
video by samshelbygt500
Written by Mom posted by son:
A Place Within
With soles worn and body weak
traipsing along well-worn trails
Gnarled knees and a twisted back
And a mind full of human tales
A path framed with rolling grass
Empty of human voice
Desolate to the ordinary man
But tis his only choice
Eyes that see only inner sights
Ears that hear the past
Lips devoid of any sound
And a body that can not last
The creaking rocker slows to a halt
Closed eyelids flicker in pain
A hand fluttering to his chest
As he returns to the rolling plain
© danLrene 1996
Another article I wrote. Thanks to son for posting.
Where Is The Instruction Manual?
It seems that everything we get today comes with an instruction manual. There are operating instructions, care instructions, repair instructions, and even storage instructions. But, it seems the most important thing we have in life comes with no instruction manual at all.
I am talking about our children. Oh, sure, there are child-rearing books that tell us when our children should do this or that activity or how to nurse the child. I am talking about an instruction manual for those incidents that happen out of the blue that are not necessarily life or death situations but can and do give us a panic attack.
If I were writing a manual, I would want it to include such things as little medical emergency information on what to do when my child sticks a bean or a stone up his nose or in an ear. Or what to do with the child that is determined to eat the cheese off the mouse trap.
There are those little bathroom emergencies that include the child who flushes everything from a rubber duck to a bag of dried beans down the toilet. Or , the child that won’t let you flush the toilet after they use it. Not life threatening, but they certainly do need a solution.
Then comes the stripper child who is forever sitting on the commode and removes all their clothing and comes streaking out into the room where company is. Or what about the child who likes to remove his own dirty diaper or smear excrement all over the wall? What about the child that yells “Mommy, come wipe me” while the preacher is visiting?
And then there is the mechanical child, who removes all the hinges off the kitchen cabinets. You know, the ones with the child locks on them. Or better yet, the child who takes his father’s brand new screw drivers and hammers them all into the ground in a neat row because he likes the green shiny tops showing. Of course they are not found until spring comes. I would want a chapter on this too.
And what about the child that thinks they are a beautician? You know, the one that cuts their own hair and leaves bald spots. Or cuts their siblings hair because they think they are a beautician. The warning signs on this is the dolls with all the hair cut off. And then we are afraid to take our child out in public for fear of being accused of abuse. This section should include the child who loves Mommy’s makeup and puts it on them, on the dolls, on the walls and on each other.
And on what page would I find advice on how to handle the child that is smart enough to outsmart you even when they are only three? For example, you put a platter of muffins on the coffee table for company. As you head back into the kitchen for the rest of the food and the coffee, you warn your child to not lay one finger on those muffins. You return to find your child with his hands clasped behind his back, leaning over and biting the tops off all the muffins. Now, he did what you said, so how do you handle that, besides going around the corner and laughing til you cry.
Or better yet, what do you do with the child who repeats things with people around that embarrass you to pieces. For example, the child that is listening to you talk with an adult about a movie with a handsome star in it and right in the middle of the conversation, your child pipes in “mama says he can park his boots under her bed any time”. And you are left trying to figure out when that child heard you say that for they were supposed to be in bed.
And last–but not least, there is the climber child. The one that opens all the drawers on the lower cabinets to resemble stairs and crawls right up on the counter and then pulls a canister over and uses it for a step and is found sitting up on top of the refrigerator holding the cookie jar. We would need advice on that too.
Although none of these things are life threatening, they can certainly be nerve-wracking for parents, especially new parents. So, where is our instruction manual? They say we learn with the first child, but I am here to tell you that after two sons and a granddaughter, that no matter which child puts a bean up their nose, I still don’t know what to do.
Write you name in kindness. What a concept when so many want to be famous and have great wealth. Just a simple thing. I will always remember the kindness people showed me while the rest will go by the wayside. I think about my student in my third grade class, who was at the hospital when I had surgery many years ago because her Dad had surgery. She saw I was alone and so she sat with me and put cool cloths on my brow and held the glass for me to sip water. Such kindness and the memory is as fresh today as the day it happened.
A good character is the best tombstone. Those who loved you and were helped by you will remember you when forget-me-nots have withered. Carve your name on hearts, not on marble.
Charles H. Spurgeon
Kindness, mercy, love….they are a universal language that everyone can understand even if we don’t speak the same language. Are we becoming a cynical society? Do we see the bad so vividly that we no longer see the good and those that need a kind word or kind touch?
Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.
I can think of times in my life when all I want is kindness…a gentle touch…soothing words and I know many others in this world are the same way. Being kind cost us nothing..but time and a little effort. We should try to be kind as often as we can.
Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.
Have you ever thought about the effect you have on others. Think about how many people you come in contact with daily, even those you never speak to but just are seen. How has your behavior affected them? Have you ever thought about what your behavior or lack of behavior or action might do to those you come in contact with? Are you writing your name in kindness? Are you being kind anyway even when you don’t feel like it?
You cannot do a kindness too soon, for you never know how soon it will be too late.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
So, are you writing your name in kindness? Are you writing your name in mercy and love for others? Are you leaving behind a monument of love and caring that has made a mark that can not be forgotten or washed away? Gone are the days communities coming together to help families build their homes or raise their barns, but the days of reaching out in love and helping others in time of need or just giving comfort and love need not be gone. Be kind anyway.
Treat everyone with politeness, even those who are rude to you – not because they are nice, but because you are.
When was the last time you carried dinner to someone, called someone to see how they are, visited a shut-in, drove someone to a doctor appointment that you knew had no transportation….did something from someone just because you knew they needed it? When was the last time you wrote your legacy on a monument…a legacy of kindness? Sad to say…most people say “call me if you need me” when if we just used our eyes…we would know when someone was in need and just offer to help.
As for me:
I expect to pass through life but once. If therefore, there be any kindness I can show, or any good thing I can do to any fellow being, let me do it now, and not defer or neglect it, as I shall not pass this way again.
video by xbritishgirlx
- Comfort foods
- Dreams for the future
- Eating Out
- Etta James
- Female Impersonators
- heart center
- helping others
- Native American
- New Year's Resolution
- Protection from fraud
- Rocky Mountains
- US Military