tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67476374589643533932011-07-31T07:27:20.243-04:00A place to come and sit with me for a while.Beckihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04526322327247303715noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747637458964353393.post-57662904794555394732010-02-13T20:30:00.006-05:002010-02-13T20:51:39.241-05:00

Seems I only blog when I get chastised. And it happened again today. Well, maybe chastise is too strong a word. Let's call it a gentle reminder.I was at a seminar at church today about stress and well-being. We did this really neat exercise called Lectio Divino, which is latin for "divine reading". Basically there is an oral reading of a passage, a period of silence, the reading again, a

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I logged on to post some more of my random musings. When I got here, I looked at my page and thought, "Gee, I should have a picture of a bench in the header>" So I went looking for one. I don't know why I thought it would be easy to find a bench that represents me. I can't even find clothes that represent me, so forget a bench!I wanted a bench that looked inviting, so all the cast iron stuff

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It's a new day, and I've made up my mind to try again. More writing. I've actually got something I want to get off my chest. Cyberspace is great for that. I'm also going to make it more challenging. I was reading a book about finding one's voice, and there are great writing exercises in it. One of them is to try to rewrite a news story using single syllable words. So, I thought I'd try it.

Beckihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04526322327247303715noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747637458964353393.post-49468742681370091502009-12-21T21:11:00.001-05:002009-12-21T21:15:03.996-05:00

So many times this year, I turn around, and there's something else or someone else reminding me of what I've been hearing inside me... "It's time to make a change. It's time to do what you've been called to do." Yeah, I know. But I'm not sure I'm ready. Course, I don't know when I'll ever be ready. So forget about New Year's resolutions, I'm starting today. For at least today. Come

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I'm having a "discussion" with God. You know, one of those pointless discussions, because He's obviously right, and I'm not, you know what I mean?Has this ever happened to you? I'm not a morning person on a good day. If I had my way, I'd be going to bed as the sun comes up. But this morning, I'm in my state of half stupor, having a real in-depth conversation with myself, since that's the only

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It's been a while, I know. But I'm back, at least for now anyway, and I'm annoyed. You know, a real West-Indian vex. I probably working myself up, if the truth be told. This is what has my knickers in a twist - hopefully I'll make sense. My gran died a couple of days ago. My ma asked me to take care of arranging the service with the rest of our family. To tell you the truth that part was

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Right now, Daniel Powter's song is going through my head - "You work at a smile and you go for a ride". Yeah, the smile is not coming easily today. I can't even go for a ride. Right now I feel completely inept, like a total failure. I can't get my hair to turn out right - ever. I can't help my daughter with her homework, and she's struggling in school. I can't keep my house clean. I can't lose

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I got this idea from a couple who "guested" on Oprah, Yvonne and Rich Dutra-St. John. They help break down barriers between people who are different. (check out Oprah's Challenge Day, if you're interested). One of the tools they use is "If you really knew me", a way to help people communicate better and get to know each other. I like the idea, thought I'd challenge myself, and maybe share some

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I'm not a super ambitious person. I don't have really lofty aspirations or anything like that. When I was a girl, I wanted to be a good wife and mother. I was gonna stay home and bake cookies for my husband and sons. The best laid plans go awry sometimes, don't they? I did get married and have children, but since I work outside the home, my plans for being a good wife and mother went out

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I remember planning my wedding, it was a bit of an ordeal. I'm not a party person, I hate being the center of attention. Even being in the same room as attention makes me want to jump out of my skin. But I'd decided to get married, my intended and I wanted our families there, so I was gonna have to grin and bear it. My mother asks if we're having a cash or open bar. Neither is my reply. I thought

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My husband has been after me for the longest while to start a blog. He thinks I write well, and people will enjoy my quirky sense of humor. That remains to be seen, but I figured I'd finally give it a try. Most folk seem to use blogging as an outlet for their thoughts, and heaven knows I got a LOT of thoughts ... maybe it's about time I stopped talking to myself, and share them with the world. A

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