Posted in 30 Days of Thankful, musings, NaBloPoMo, Sunday, Uncategorized

Sunday, a blessing taken for granted…

I love foggy days.

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The picture is the view from my balcony one foggy morning.
This time of year there are many such mornings.

Some people don’t like fog.
They think it is eerie and kind of frightening.

 I am thankful for the fog.
It is like God puts a veil over the city for a while
hiding the hardness and harshness of it.

I think it is beautiful and kind of enchanting.
There is mystery about it
and yet I find it oddly comforting.

I like the quiet of a fog
and the feel of it on my skin.

I believe fog is a blessing
too easily overlooked and taken for granted.

Today, I think maybe I like the fog because it comes on little cat feet.

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Fog
The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Carl Sandburg

Posted in 30 Days of Thankful, memories, NaBloPoMo, Sunday, thankfulness

Sunday, remembering…

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I have never really had to do without something important,
like food and shelter and clothing.
There have been times in my life when I had very little
but I always had those three things.

There were a few years when I had to decide between paying for
the telephone or utilities or buying food.
Those were the years I sometimes paid rent with cash advances on my credit cards.
Those were years when I wondered what would happen if I lost my job.

Then I lost my job.

I signed up for unemployment benefits.
I looked for a job for five months.

During those five months I always had food, a place to live, and clothes.
I still had those things because:
I would get a note from a friend with twenty dollars in it.
A friend would call and take me out to lunch or dinner.
Someone would stop by and have a casserole with them or a bag of groceries.
When my birthday came, with all the gifts I received, it was like Christmas.

Then I got a job.
A good job…better than the one I had before.
I could pay all the bills on time.
No more cash advances on credit cards to pay the rent.

Life went on.

However…

 I am a different person than I was before that hard time.
Who I am today is in large part because of the kindness of friends.
I became a better person.

I am blessed.
I am thankful.

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Today, I think this will satisfy both the 30 Days of Thankful
and telling you a little something about me.

Posted in Black Cat, books, non-fiction, Sunday, Uncategorized

Sunday, Quaker is more than oatmeal…

Black Cat Book Review

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Living the Quaker Way by Philip Gulley

The Society of Friends, or Quakers, is considered a religion that has been around about 400 years.  Most people if asked to define Quakers would probably start with how they used to dress like the pilgrims and are rather conservative “religious” folk.  Anyone who reads Gulley’s book will learn contemporary Quakers don’t fit that description.  Though they may (or may not) be conservative in their dress or habits they cannot be put in a one-size-fits-all box.

I have always thought the Quakers were an interesting group but did not know much about their beliefs. After reading thisQuaker book some of my thoughts have been confirmed…they are active in political and social issues, live simply, there are meeting houses not churches with many styles of worship, they are generally pacifists. There are others I was not aware of…some meetings have pastors some do not, what they believe is not confined to the bible, there is no formal joining of the meeting, one can join or not and still be considered a Quaker…are a few of the things I learned.

Gulley explores the Quaker Way; simplicity, peace, integrity, community, and equality.  His views are interesting and thought-provoking for me.  Some I agree with, some I disagree with, and some I am still thinking about. 

Right from the first chapter, What is a Quaker?, I found myself surprised by some of his statements and I kept asking myself is the Society of Friends a religion or a way of life, a philosophy?  Apparently, it is a question they ask themselves with many different answers.  For example, from the first chapter:

“…For some Friends–indeed for most Friends–Quakerism is first a religion, an understanding and experience of God that leads to a certain way of life.  But for others it is a way of life rich in its own right, needing no origin in or confirmation from a divine entity.”

“… while Quakerism for some Friends is a way of life rooted in our experience of God, that is not the case for all.  At one time, I would have mightily resisted that view, but now I am quite willing to welcome as brother and sister those persons whose integrity will not permit them to affirm a god they have not encountered.  Though our perceptions of the Divine may differ, our mutual commitment to the Quaker way allows us to stand with one another as Friends and friends.”

At the end of the book there are 30 questions, Queries, to consider for yourself.  Gulley encourages the reader to use them as a personal check-list of sorts or as a small group discussion.  The questions are well worth pondering and discussing.  

Overall, I liked the book because I like to hear what others think about God and faith and life.  I also liked it because it made me look a bit closer at what, and why, I believe.  It’s worth a read but probably not for everyone.

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This book was sent to me by Blogging for Books free of charge in exchange for this review.

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Sunday, it was fiction…

Hey, my friends,

I need to clarify some things about yesterdays post.

  • I don’t have a hubby
  • I don’t have kids
  • I don’t have a television
  • I don’t have a stereo
  • I don’t have video games
  • Teddy is neutered and does no romancing…he can’t even leave the balcony
  • I live on the ninth floor and really can’t hear the neighborhood dogs
  • I no longer get migraine headaches.

Thank y’all for the concern and kind words but it was just a fictional tale written in first person.

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Today, I think that in future “story” posts I will put a disclaimer at the end.

Posted in fiction, Six Sentence Stories, Sunday, Uncategorized

Sunday, dream…

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As she slept she dreamed she was alone and very much afraid.  It was so very cold and dark and damp and the only sound was her breathing and whimpering. When she was a child and had bad dreams Mommy or Daddy came into her room and woke her up with hugs and kisses and the bad dream went away.  She wasn’t a child anymore and it wasn’t Mommy or Daddy waking her up.   She was awaking up not in her room but in a cold, dark, damp place, and not alone.  It wasn’t a dream.

Today, I think I am scaring myself.

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