HAPPINESS GONE?

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Look all around you. What do you see?  Nothing?

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Don’t worry, he couldn’t find his either. Now, we will work hard to find happiness for everyone.  Everyone thinks that if you have great success, you will be happy.  Doesn’t work that way. Of course, doing what you like is beneficial to your mind-set and gives you a great boost that can lead to your success. Of course, you have to work toward that goal.

Do you find yourself measuring your life with others’ lives. Do you feel depressed when others get and achieve something?  You always wanted to try that but you never got the nerve to try. Now, ask yourself why and list them down on a sheet of paper.  It seems that the minute you use your own thoughts and pen and paper, things come to mind that you could not share with anyone else. These are your identities and you need to make them an important part of YOU.

Complaining to others and to yourself only gets you in deeper waters. Other people do not want to be around grumpy, obstinate people. Try to take things lightly and give consideration to other people before you jump to quick or too deep and cannot get yourself out the mire.

Do you ever find yourself needing everyone’s attention? Change the self-pity to gratefulness and search yourself for the answers. You might just be surprised at what you find. Others are not our answer to why we can’t find happiness. You are your answer. Check yourself out, you just might find more and more of the other YOU.

 Positive opportunities are out there for everyone. But waiting for the perfect opportunity is not the answer and in the meantime, we push away our happiness and give it to someone else.

Enjoy today, feel the positive energies push you toward new horizons. May you find new peace and personal joy in each day. Keep a smile on your face. Laugh more. Hey, remember those huge belly laughs we used to get?  What’s stopping you now? And, don’t forget to share with your with your friends.

Happy thoughts and keep pushing forward. You’ve already been backward so get ready for a new life. Live in the present and enjoy yourselves.  Make each day count as a new experience and stack them up as lifesavers.

Let me hear some good old-fashioned belly laughs and I’ll share some of mine.  Ready. Set.  Go…HA…HA…HA!!!

 

 

A LITTLE RATTLED

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Do you ever get ‘a little rattled?’ This has been my theme song for the past few weeks. Here I am retired and realize I did a lot better when my mind was full of stuff. My writings have fallen way behind and as I try to catch up everything comes out scrambled.

What I know, is we are getting some much-needed rain. Of course, the sun has to hide for all of this to happen, but our grass, trees need the rain and it also helps wash away the pollen. I sent out a small note to friends in the flood and tornado areas. Heard back from most of them. Small increases in rivers, soggy, but safe.

We have lots of vegetables around our area and you cannot beat the home-grown flavors. I love to go to a farmer’s market and listen to all the different conversations. No, I do not know what all is being said, but they are so proud to show you their products. I ask a lot of questions about what it is, how to cook their products and eyes sparkle. Usually, there is someone close by who can translate for both of us.

Our swimming pool opened up just in time for all the rain. We have to wait until we get certified by the city to open up and everyone is holding their breath as Memorial Day Weekend is close by and this is our start of the summer.

A few days ago, after a quick rain shower, I looked out the window and saw a beautiful rainbow stretched across the sky. It looked like it went on for miles and miles and I wondered about the ‘pot of gold’ at the end.  So, I took a short walk and noticed the rainbow had no beginning and no ending. It just appeared and when the sun came out, the colors were brilliant. It was like the pot of gold was close, but untouchable. Clouds started to return and I did not have time to search further, but one can always dream about their ‘pot of gold.’ Now, it is your turn…”What would you do with a huge pot of gold?”

 Please take a few moments, think, and let me know your thoughts on this question. There is no right or wrong answer, and I’ll plug them in my next blog or two. No names will be attached, but it would make A WONDERFUL BLOG.  This way you would get to give your answers, read other answers, and then we can take it from there and start a new blog with your questions and answers. SO….keep this going as we continue forward.

I love to touch base with all of you, as your input is important to me.  And, I am looking forward to all of your answers to OUR blog, Chasing the Rainbow, for the next few weeks.

Stay close and help me and other readers to share their ‘Pot of Gold’ dreams.

 

Patriciachats

 

WHERE’S SPRING?

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I looked all over for a special calendar and could not find SPRING, so this will have to do for now. As I sit at my desk, I can look out my windows and see nothing but grey clouds, trees waving their branches, and the only sign of spring is the green leaves and green grass. I want to see sunshine, hear birds singing, see and smell flowers in bloom, and know that May Day is just around the corner. Spring seems to get lost between the long winter months and the hot summer months.

Do you remember your ‘Spring Times’? As a child, I remember the opportunity to stay and play outside a little later, watch the flowers peek through the dirt, see squirrels scamper up and down tree trunks, chasing each other and having a good time. And now that we are so close to May, do you remember the May Days? We’d walk up to a friend’s house and hide our May Basket for that special person and run away before anyone saw us.

Guess, Spring Time brings back wonderful memories and yet gives us space to make new memories. Each season gives new hope and ideas to think about and try.

A couple of weeks ago, the Library in my neighborhood, held its first Poetry Reading Night. Great attendance and wonderful poems. I was impressed by all the presenters and their ability to share without any props, like a book, and their words gave music to our ears.

Yeah, I got up, but had to have my poetry book in my hands, my glasses on, and no dancing around. But, it was fun and they plan to do this every so often. Maybe I can get my act together and do this without my book. Doubt it, but hey who knows. So to end this post, I would like to share  MOODS OF MUSIC,

Music opens the windows of the soul creating many moods. Strings of violins being gently caressed sing of intimacy, soft flickering candle light. Rumble of the drums gives a dominating beat to life – slow measured steps or a fast-moving pace. A slide trombone can bring a feeling of melancholy, a sway to the music, a backward trip in memories. Reeds of the clarinet performing jazzy blues mixing the past and present together. Cymbals clashing awakens opportunities yet to be explored.  Moods of music, complacent, invigorating, dreamy. . . Open your soul and listen.

Happy Spring.  Happy Writing.

Patricia

HELP! I LOST MY WORDS

Yes, it has been a while since my fingers crept across the keyboard. I still can’t run them over the keys because I lost my words. Instead of writing, I’ve been on a wild journey. Picture yourself trying to remember where you ‘stored’ something of great importance to you. Why is it we always try the refrigerator last? This time I went straight to the fridge and search every storage drawer, every shelf, and yes, I did not forget the freezer. Nothing but food and containers; no papers.

This led me to the closets and corners of each room. Nothing, but I did get things pulled out and taken to Goodwill, dust bunnies no longer laugh when I open a closet door. Instead they try to hide or race out to unknown places. The extra hiding areas I’ve developed are now empty and again, no papers or words. The only peace I find is reading others words. I became so desperate, I go to bed with a book, and wake up with the same book. Thank goodness, I’ve finished two. The words are familiar, but I still have problems putting them on my own paper.

The book I am writing came to a complete STOP. I”d read everything from beginning to the point of no words and begin again reading the same material. At least I have made some revisions and feel better about those, but it’s not the same as writing new ideas and moving the story forward to publication.

The harder I try to get words out of my head and onto the keys of my computer, the harder it is to remember what word I should use. So, to help me out, I began to take pictures with my camera. I am not a picture taker, but managed to get some decent shots of familiar people, objects, and places that might bring back the words I need on the tips of my fingers and not hidden in my head.

A friend told me to forget everything and not work so hard at nothing. “Go out for walks, hit the coffee shops, and listen to others. No, not snooping, just listen to the words.” And then, she suggested we take in a matinée of a silly movie. I got caught up in the show and never realized I was laughing until the end. Something clicked and I wanted to get home and write. Maybe. But the silence almost destroyed the progress in front of me.

Now, I can once again find words with my CD’s. Music gives me energy, energy makes my fingers move, and soon words appear on the page. That they all do not make sense, so what? The delete key works, the backspace key backs up, and the music keeps playing.

When we stop because of worry or the need to do things ‘more’ better, it freezes our ability to be free. So, I’ve made a promise to myself, when things get out of whack, go for a walk. I’d love to run, but those days are over. My knees told me this, and I follow these requests.

May your weekend be filled with friends, fun, flowers. I am now back on track so see you soon.

Happy Writing,

P E PATTERSON

 

WILD WEDNESDAYS

When I started to blog, I gave myself a list of ideas to jump-start my creative side. Sometimes, it is hard to look at a blank screen and come up with all the ideas you’ll ever need. Okay, some of you can, but not this writer. I need a little shove in the imagination, better yet, a big push or all you’d ever see is pictured below:  the tools, a blank piece of paper, and no words. So, decided on a few titles and since Wednesday is the middle of the week, known as HUMP DAY, thought why not make it a “wild” day. Anything can happen and I let my imagination run wild. So far, I’m still at the beginning of the race, but there is a lot of open space to cover.

Here’s a question for all of you…..What would you do with all this white space? Gotcha thinking, right?  Don’t stop, keep those thoughts and gather more as you stare at the blank screen. Hold on…I see a tall guy walking my way, kinda like the “Marlboro” Man, but he walks past me and may be on his way to see you. Shot down before I begin, but the picture stays in my mind. This is beginning to paint a romantic notion on the lenses behind my eyelids.

No. Yes. He is turning back towards me. Hey, its Wild Wednesday and my day for fun, frolic, fantasies. I watch him on his horse galloping in my direction, he reaches down swoops me into his arms, and I am now sharing the saddle with him. I look down at the ground, dirt being kicked up by the hooves of the horse, and I can’t keep my breakfast in side.  Oops! So much for fantasies. Lesson – never fantasize on a full stomach. Down I slide to the ground and the man and horse ride over a hill.

It’s still Wednesday Lots of wild ideas are continuing to roam in my head. Not only is it Wednesday, it is winter and snow covers the ground. I can’t remember the last time I was on a sled. No, not the kind behind horses, but the kind where you are on your stomach and can guide the contraption with the small handles. At least the hill is not high and the ground close, so here I go. First time down was a blast, walking back up the hill with the sled was not a blast. Still, the top of the hill in view, the excitement of sliding down again was worth the climb. I’m back on my stomach, the small handles in my hands, and my confidence up. This time, I push forward as I get on and the sled and snow connect. I am going faster and faster and cannot remember how to apply the brakes. I pull the handles and nothing happens. I push the handles and nothing happens. The downward speed picks up and I whiz by in the emptiness of the snow-covered hill until an evergreen tree appears out of nowhere. Yeah, we connect. At least it was a small evergreen tree, kinda like a table top Christmas Tree. I fall off the sled and land in the cold, wet snow just in time to see “Marlboro” Man ride up beside me.

Without speaking, I find myself back in the saddle beside him and I make a promise to keep my mouth closed. Of course, I did not and asked him about the sled. “We’ll climb back and get it.” Short answer. At the bottom of the hill, he got out of the saddle and the horse took off toward the barn. No brakes on this animal, but I wrap my hands in the silky mane and pull back. Maybe too hard, as he comes to a full stop and I slide out of the saddle, and to the ground. Then the horse lowers his head and pushes me to the side,  before heading into the barn.

Okay, this Wild Wednesday is finished and I never even got a hug from the tall stranger. But, I did learn. . . I am not one for the winter, outdoors, and animals, both beast and man. Maybe next Wednesday will be the ‘wild one’ for me.

Let me hear from you about any of your Wild Wednesdays.

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WELCOME TO THE NEW YEAR

I don’t know about all of you, but this past year was full of surprises that crossed different avenues for me. I RETIRED!!! Never thought I’d give up my Silver Sneakers(R) Exercise Group, but after eight years, needed to let go and give the group some new instructors and new choices. They are still in full force and have added new members. Sometimes, it is the right thing to do and help the members grow and learn new moves/exercises.

Thought, this would give me an opportunity to dig further into my writing, which I have done, just not as much as I wanted to accomplish. The ideas are there and my fingers try to hit the ‘write’ keys. Some days are better than others.

Been hitting our little library a lot and going back over some of the old books again. Got interested in reading the classics and older books. Jeffery Archer had a new book out, “This Was A Man,” and I could not just get this without going back over his other novels. It was the seventh book in a series and I needed the background information. Still working my way through the series.

We had our annual meeting and good attendance. Found out our CMA, Office Manager, is being transferred to a new property and we have a new CMA coming in to keep our place in order. Will not know for a while, as he starts this coming week. New opportunities, I hope.

I find myself at ends, but not for long. It takes a while to wind down after working all your life and at times two jobs. Still, I find new avenues to travel and include my writing. I am thinking of doing some volunteer work with The Atlanta Humane Society. Since we have a “NO PET” rule at our Condo, figured this would give me something new to volunteer and give myself a pet for a while. I’d been there to an open house months ago, but couldn’t work and do this type of volunteering. I’ll let you know how this goes.

I had a quiet New Year Eve celebration and watch all the crowds gather at Underground Atlanta for the annual Peach Drop. It was cold, windy, and a little of the sprinkles falling down. NO, not the white kind that stick, only the wet, uncomfortable drizzle. Then learned this would be the last Peach Drop at Underground. Guess it has been sold, so have no idea where or what will happen–upset a lot of attendees.

My wish for you this new 2017 is to be happy and share your happy thoughts with friends, neighbors, and yes, even strangers. Be Inquisitive. Be Inspired. Be Kind.

I’ll see you in a week or so. Until then, keep yourselves busy and have fun.

PATRICIA

CHEERS TO THE HOLDAYS

images_271This is the most fun-time of the year. Family members snooping in closets, under beds, and anywhere they can remember, from last year, where presents were hid. And yes, the trips to stores to drop gifts, unwrapped, off at the places for families who need gifts. This is the important part of the holiday season…sharing. Giving rather than receiving.
I remember years ago, my parents driving me and a backseat full of gifts to parts of town I did not know existed. When we stopped in front of homes, some of them did not have lights, but candles. I thought this was neat, until my mom told me the truth about their candles. Even today, I have problems with lighting candles, except at church.
Still we all know there are discrepancies in the lives of people we know and people we do not know. It becomes our cheer to give to those whose lives are not as fortunate
as ours.

One family we encountered had two little boys….all I could think of was balls, toys, warm clothes, until the oldest kept looking around and shaking his head. When I asked if he was okay, he nodded and turned to go still looking around. “Did you loose something?” I asked. The answer came back in a whisper…”No, guess Santa never heard me.”

“What did you want from Santa?”

“A new coat for my mom, and a puppy for my brother.”

My heart dropped down to my knees. He wanted for his mom and his brother but nothing for him. “Maybe, Santa had his sleigh full and couldn’t get these inside. If he doesn’t come back tonight, we will search for him tomorrow.”

“Really, you’d help me?”

My dad turned his head around and surprised me….”Of course, but you need to keep this a secret.”

The little boy’s eyes widened as he shook his head up and down.

“If we can find Santa tonight, we’ll be back; but if we have to wait until Christmas Day, we may be a little late.”

“Okay.”

No other response. This little boy believed both of us.

“Dad, what are we going to do?”

“Everything except the puppy. They can’t feed their own family, and certainly not a dog. But, you, my daughter, will take him to the Animal Shelter and let him play with all the dogs he and his brother can handle.  AND…This will be once a month for the next year.”

I noticed the change in my Dad’s voice and I knew what he meant. A promise is your word to another person and it cannot be broken.

The next day, we drove by their house. The candles were all lit, singing came through the cracks in the doors and windows. It was a happy sound, and next to me was a huge hairy dog. We opened up car doors and started toward the house. The singing stopped, and the family members met us on the rickety front porch.

“We found Santa,” my dad hollered, but he only had a few things left. “A new coat for mom, a new flannel shirt for dad, clothes for both of you boys, and a new part-time pet. Meet, “Big Boy.” We will bring him by every so often and my daughter will take you with her to help at the animal shelter. Santa smiled as he got his sleigh off toward the North Pole.

“Merry Christmas to all who believe.”