What If I could?

What if I could?

What if I could do some of the things I use to do? I see the TV ad for climbing a rock wall. I use to climb rocks all over the state park. Later my boyfriend was hired to put footprints in the rocks to help people climb easier. Rock climbing lost something.

I never learned to skate backwards or do a cartwheel. I can live without them and lots of other things. Instead of thinking about what I can’t do, I want to think about what I can do.

What do I want now? Maybe a little more joy in my life. Just a slight change in attitude can bring me that. If I felt more uplifted it could do the trick.

Do more of the things that bring you joy; whether it is sitting on the porch drinking coffee or taking an art class. Add more color to brighten the day, a bright yellow glass for juice, a bright red square to hold pens on your desk and an orange coffee mug. Don’t forget smells like fresh baked bread. When it rains, my umbrella has a happy face. James 1:2

May God send you showers of joy,

Dorris Jean

Learn Somethng New

Out on the beach I spotted a ‘Dude,’ that’s what it said on his T-shirt, standing with a

skim board just waiting. A skim board is about half the size of a surf board and is used to skim

across the waves as they hit the shore much like an elongated boogie board. The weather was

nice and the waves rolled in gently. That seemed to be the problem. With no wind or tide rushing

in the waves did not offer an opportunity to jump on the skim board and dash across the waves.

Was he enjoying the moment or upset that the one day he had picked to come to the beach turned

out to be a bust?

I used it as a moment to do some research and approached a young man in a wet suit who

was leaned against the railing watching the gentle waves roll up to shore. He seemed to be in no

hurry and with a smile on his face he answered my few questions. Do I fret and complain when

things don’t work out like I planned? Could I use the time to my advantage and enjoy the

moment if all I got out of it was the scenery and the warm sun on my back, I still considered that

my day had not been wasted when a lot of people were dealing with snow storms that pelted

areas with ice.

Life can’t be too bad if you can find enjoyment where you are. Open your eyes and see

the things around you that can lend themselves to uplift you or be an example of a character in                

a story. Better yet, stretch yourself and learn to do something new and exciting like skimming.

May God bless you,    Doris Jean

J P Remembers Thankgiving

                                                Remembering Thanksgiving

What I remember most about Thanksgiving is the drive. I remember my mom getting up early to pack to the car and make egg sandwiches. I remember leaving our house in the pale, cold morning light with air cold enough I could see my breath. I remember the chill of the vinyl bench seat of our station wagon and how difficult it was to get comfortable in that old car. I remember first fighting with my brother for the privilege of sitting in the front seat, then, as we got older, fighting with him for complete control of the backseat.

From our home in Leesville to my grandparents’ house in Arkansas, we were in for a least an eight-hour haul, and that’s if we didn’t stop to visit my father or his siblings along the way. The drive included a mandatory bathroom stop at the McDonald’s in Mansfield, a stop for gas in Hope, Arkansas, and a couple of other pee breaks along the way. We always filled up with gas before getting off the interstate onto the rural highway to Memaw and Poppy’s house. I remember wishing we could stop in and see Mr. Cryer at his little convenience store/gas station in Springfield as we passed through, but it was always too late at night for that. But I knew I could always con my grandfather into taking me down there to say hi and that Mr. Cryer (or “Chicken” as everyone called him) would always remember me. What I remember most of the drive is how long it used to take us to get to our destination and how the return trip seemed to go so much faster.

I don’t have any memories of a Norman Rockwell family gathering at Thanksgiving.                    Often, it was a small gathering with little pomp and no circumstance. My grandmother didn’t cook very well, and my aunt and uncles were always off doing something else in another state or country. At the time I never understood why they didn’t come home more often, but as I’ve grown and had opportunity to see my family through adult eyes, I now understand. There was a sadness in the homecoming. My grandmother began to wither away slowly with each successive stroke so that it became hard to want to make the trip just to witness her deterioration. Then finally, she was no longer there to bake biscuits and make chocolate gravy on the cold November mornings. That’s when the thankfulness in my family seemed to die.

            For years, I lamented the solemnity of my family’s Thanksgivings. When I got to college, I just avoided it altogether and refused to come home. In fact I just began avoiding my family. It was hard to go home when all the old hurts and haunts were still there. I couldn’t pretend things were like they used to be. It wasn’t the same. Others in my family felt it, too. No one wanted to drive in to spend a couple of days of wallowing in depression.

Then a funny thing happened when I was living on my own in San Antonio a few years ago. I figured out I couldn’t bring the dead back. I thought about it and concluded it didn’t really matter whether or not I had a big, shiny turkey I baked in the middle of a table surrounded by twenty guests. I also finally decided my ever-shrinking family would never be in the same place at the same time. So with only my mother and step-father willing or able to travel to celebrate with me, I made reservations for three at the Westin La Cantera Hotel and Resort on the edge of the Texas Hill Country. We feasted like kings on baked and fried turkey, prime rib, glazed ham, 30 different types of dressings and other side dishes, and an entire banquet table full of pumpkin, cherry, and other kinds of pie. I remember there were even pilgrims and Indians walking around. Everyone wore their smiles along with their “Sunday best.” I remember all of us chatting with the strangers around us then walking outside to the veranda to take in the view.

But I remember the drive home most of all. I remember counting my blessings and thanking God for the family I had left. I remember thanking Him for the cold after such a hot south Texas summer. I remember giving thanks for what I had and not grieving over what I did not. But mostly, I remember how much longer the trip to the hotel took than the trip home.

Unfinished Projects

Unfinished Projects

My grandmother made a shirt for my cousin who was in fourth grade. The shirt had

the buttons sewn on and the button holes made. This was back when women actually

sewed at home and did things by hand. The one thing missing was the collar, which

was together complete with lining but had not been attached to the shirt.         

My cousin was a bit older than

us.                                                                                                                                        

When my younger brother was in fourth grade, Grannie gave the shirt to my mother

still minus the collar. As my son approached fourth grade, Mom passed the             

shirt to me. I sewed on the collar and my son wore the shirt.                                                     

In the space of 25 years or more, the unfinished shirt had been passed down three

times before it was finished. It got me to thinking about all the projects I start and do

not see to fruition.

Traveling

Traveling

            When I enter a new state, I stop at the welcome center.

Sometimes I am greeted by offers of coffee or fruit juice

but always with helpful information.

            At a new town, I stop by tourist information.

A lot of the places are located in what was once the rail depot.

All share the nuances of their particular local.

I have found the best meat pies in the South only to discover

a similar claim in the north.

More

Been going through the closet, drawers, shelves and getting rid of things I no longer use, need can wear or have worn out. I didn’t realize it would be such a task. Why can’t I let go of an old T-shirt that has holes in it? Is the sentiment attached to it holding me back? Am I afraid if I let go of the memory, it will never surface again? Knick Knacks clutter the shelves; each one has a memory attached. I hate to dust the shelf. I have to take things down, dust wipe them off and put them back. When it has lost its joy, it is time to let go.

Homeless

Homeless conjures up images of what?

Most would think someone smelly, living on the street, digging through

trash cans.

Think again; look at it backwards less a home.

Home is where you lay your head at night but what if

you don’t have that luxury. Homeless happens for a variety of reasons:

mental illness, alcoholism, job loss, etc.

I have heard stories but I have my own.

               My first memory of being homeless was spending two weeks in a

car parked under a shade tree. It was summer in the South. Dad

had a job but places to rent were few and those available would not rent

to families with kids. There was a park and big oak trees. A station at the

edge of the park allowed us to use the restroom where we could wash up each day.

Dad walked to work for two weeks. At the end of that time, Dad moved us

to his mother’s for a week until he could find us a place of our own.

                Another time, my husband left me. I slept on my mother’s couch; I had no

Job. Are you technically homeless? The next time I had no home,                                                                      

I stayed a while with my brother. No place to call your own is hard but having                                                     

Someone to help makes it bearable.

                I balked or more like I froze trying to explain what it feels like.    

As a child, you accept things as they come. Everything is new and exciting.

We played in the park all day, slept in the car at night but we were together.

                As an adult, it is different. You go to bed when the last person does and get

up with the first one. There is no privacy. I long for a good night’s sleep.

I keep my clothes in the car at the ready. I had responsibility. I had two young children.

I asked for help to find a job. I was told that since I had a college degree and

could teach school, there was no help. OK granted but remember this was June

and not a time for employment. I made it but I had a bad taste in my mouth.

I had help from my family. What do those who have no family to help do?

                Don’t judge to harshly until you know the facts. What is the saying,                                          

”There but for the grace of God go I.”

Three Days

Three Days

            My husband has a cousin who said throw out company and fish after three days. Now Shaw would come in on Monday night and leave Wednesday morning. He said that was three days. My husband never kept fish after a meal. So what is your limit for a stay?                                                                 Going some places and staying the night can be a real ordeal; you can’t wait to get out in the morning or worse yet, they suggest you stay in a hotel. So what do you do? Stay in a hotel. Other places feel like you have not been there long enough when it has been two weeks and time to go. What makes the difference? The people and their attitude to spending time with family. If we treat our family like friends would they stay be easier? I’m not sure but I do know that some people have a different relationship with friends that leaves them wanting to spend more time together.                                 When my kids were in college, we took turns finding a place to meet. If you could make it fine, if not, there was next time.

Mother's Day

Mother’s Day

My mother has been gone for over thirty years.

Sometimes I look back and realize that the issues

she had; were part her own doing and part of her medical history.

I think she did not take care of herself like she should have.

Easy for me to say as I have been there. When you care for others

you often put your own needs last. It is very easy to do

if you have young children or are caring for someone who is ill.

I have a short guide to help you.

The ebook will be released as soon as I can work out some technical

difficulties.

Look for the Samll Things

My grandsons ages 3 and 5 were sitting in front of the oven door
watching the cup cakes rise; the anticipation of fresh cupcakes only heightened
by the prospect of a birthday party.

I was told this was much better than watching paint dry as there
was an end point and action along the way as the cupcakes did their thing.

Have often we miss opportunities to enjoy the wonder  around us even if
it is a small thing.

By the way, my youngest grandson who turned three said the cup cakes
were delicious.

Am I Ready

Am I Ready?

At the turn of the century, one of the glossy magazine came out

with 100 things you should do before the end of the century.

I thought I was pretty square; however, I did read through

and discovered I had done all but three.

That's not quite correct.

I've never driven down the coast in a red convertible

but I have ridden down the interstate in a convertible with the

top down. Those who know me know that cruising the coast

is one of my great joys.

Does that qualify?

Take Time for You

                        “Take time for yourself,” I tell caregivers. The usual response is a shrug of the shoulders and a ‘How?”Some recognize the need to take care of self. Others never see the need because they are so busy being a martyr taking care of everyone but self. It does not make an impression when I mention, “If you go down, who takes over?” These caregivers assume they are invincible, like teenagers, they believe they can handle anything that comes along. I stand in awe of them. When they fall, I hope there is someone to help get them back on their feet so they can go back to their passion with a new attitude.                                                                                                     

                For me, I found that I could make it six months going full tilt. Now that I am a bit older, I give out a lot sooner. Like on an airplane, you are told if the cabin looses pressure, put on your own mask. What will it take to make you realize that you cannot do it all? Maybe I can give you some hints to help make your life better, even if you don’t think you need it. Give it a read.                                                                                              You cannot be on duty 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. It is not possible. You have to sleep sometime. You need to rebuild yourself so you have something to give. If your bucket is empty, you have nothing to give to the one you care for. Replenish yourself.                                                                                        So you don’t feel you can take off an afternoon, can you manage ten minutes? Get up early in the morning and take some time for yourself. Make you feel better? Then find other ten minute segments to take as your own.  

Where Do I belong?

            We walked into a restaurant in the community where my husband was born.
I noticed he fit right in with the farmers gathered around the tables drinking coffee
and chatting. With their work boots and cowboy hats to shade them from the glaring
Kansas sun, you could tell they spent a lot of time outdoors. A few had caps on but all                      
shared a common lifestyle. My husband even drove a pickup. This place represented                                     the life he led.
What about me? I didn’t dress like the few women in the place. I don’t own a pair                    
of blue jeans. Where do I belong?

Good advice

            ARGUING

            People argue about the strangest things. I remember watching a TV show where the husband and wife were arguing about which way the toilet paper should roll, up or down. They even included other people in the argument. It got to the point of ridiculousness. If all you worry about is which way to put the toilet tissue on the holder, you have no worries. Still we as humans want to be right.

            Bud and I had a disagreement about a stop light. He said it was a certain way. 

I knew he was wrong and said so. Then I got to thinking about it. I discovered two things: 

1. How could I prove him wrong? 

The light had been changed so there was no way to prove either of us correct. 

2. In the grand scheme of things, what difference did it make?

            My younger brother gave me some advice: “Pick your battles.” Amazing since he did not have kids and he was always picking fights; I knew he was right. Let the small stuff slide and don’t compromise on the big stuff.

Never know

You never know what you can accomplish if you try.

Don’t give up, when the flight is delayed or your luggage lost,

keep on. Bring something to occupy your time.

Take care of yourself and you will reach your final destination.

As a Woman

As a woman I know you should make time for yourself, but with all the things you have to juggle in your life, there doesn’t seem to be time. How about 15 minutes to relieve stress, clear you mind and give you a better outlook on life? Need comfortable chair, heating pad, timer, foot stool, and pillows. As the heat relaxes your muscles, the quiet welcoming dark, relaxes your mind.

1.  Have your own special place, glider rocker
with footstool, table and lamp
2. Look younger-smile and think happy thoughts
3.  Eat breakfast.  Break   fast.
4.  Think outside the box.
5.  Recliners
6. Enjoy your coffee.
7.  Be a porch monkey and watch the world go by.
8. Leisure stroll to enjoy nature, watch ants, listen to
birds, and feel wind.
9. Brisk walk to get blood flowing – walking shoes
10. Try things to see what you don’t like.
11. Diet – not good if it doesn’t suit your life style
and you can’t live with it.
        Must be a lifestyle change.
12. Snack is not a dirty word. What you eat during the
snack is what adds the pounds.

Something More

It’s that gnawing feeling that there has to be something more. That something more is you. You don’t know where to start to find it, whatever ‘it’ is, and everything you have done in the past to feed that hunger has not worked, then you need to say, I am ready to Reclaim Me. Maybe I can give you a few pointers to help you on this adventure to discover who you are. This is a journey, not a destination because you are constantly changing and that’s what makes life exciting.   I knew I was lost because I had this sensation that something was missing. It was that emptiness that I had been trying to feed with food to no avail.

Hope

HOPE

To wait with expectation

I wait for the Lord,

My soul waits,

And in His word I do hope.              PS 130: 5

Hope is in the Lord

Inward Renewal

Inward Renewal of the Mind                

exercise   I want to offer encouragement as you battle to find your identity 

and I want to offer you hope that you are not in this ordeal alone. 

This is a journey you must take alone but you will not be sent off unprepared.

Go Through

Am reminded that ever so often you have to go through and

reclaim your life and make sure you are on track. It's not a one time thing.

I have learned two things.

First if you want your life to be more enjoyable,

you must add more of the things that bring you joy.

Second, you can't add something without taking something out,

and that is the rub.