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Day 70 Of Writing: Overdoing

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Everyday is a brand new day, everyday is a journey. 




A mighty fortress is our God,
A bulwark never failing:
Our helper he amid the flood
Of mortal ills prevailing.
For still our ancient foe
Doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and power are great:
And, armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.
--Martin Luther.

Well, I did it again, folks. Remember all those plarn balls I made for my homeless mats? I started making homeless mats for a delivery and now my right hand is swollen. I overworked my hand . . . again. This is how my hand ended up hurting in the first place, because last year, I made 24 of these mats in rapid concession. 

I should have known better to space them out like I have been doing. Why oh why, did I think I could repeat the same mistake and that the outcome would be different? It is much better to plarn as I go rather than all at once. 

This is really a pattern of mine. I tend to fill my plate to the brim. I love busyness an…

Day 69 Of Writing: The Room

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Everyday is a brand new day, everyday is a journey.





Old things need not be therefore true,
O brother men, nor yet the new;
Ah! still awhile the old thought retain,
And yet consider it again!
We! what do we see? each a space
Of some few yards before his face;
Does that the whole wide plan explain?
Ah, yet consider it again!
Alas! the great world goes its way,
And takes its truth from each new day;
They do not quit, nor can retain,
Far less consider it again.
—Arthur Hugh Clough

My room has been a hot topic of conversation between a favorite co-worker and myself for the entire day! Or at least, my desire to paint it again and do some minor redecorating. Also, some much needed organization.
What kind of color are you planning on using?
Most likely taupes and earth tones.
No, no, no. Think something tranquil and peaceful. This will be where your inspiration will flow for your writing and your creativity in crocheting. Maybe a blue or a grey.

Hmm, tranquil …

Day 68 Of Writing: Chivalry Is Death

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Everyday is a brand new day, everyday is a journey



Years rush by us like the wind,
we see not whence the eddy comes,
 nor whitherward it is tending,
 and we seem ourselves to witness
 their flight without a sense that we are changed:
 and yet time is beguiling man of his strength, 
as the winds rob the trees of their foliage.
—Sir Walter Scott

It was early afternoon, Emily and I just came out of Costco with a shopping cart full of two huge boxes. They were having a great deal on desk chairs and we couldn't pass this up. What I didn't expect was for the boxes to be so darn huge and so darn heavy. The car was already filled with two donation boxes of crocheted items and 5 homeless mats.

Eyeing the already cramped car, Emily said in a funny voice: You didn't exactly plan this well. No, I didn't. After several attempts of moving things around, we were able to get everything in stacked like Legos and super snug. 

Do you know what rea…

Day 67 Of Writing: So Many Blessings!

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Everyday is a brand new day, everyday is a journey.



O Lord! my best desires fulfil,
And help me to resign
Life, health, and comfort, to Thy will,
And make Thy pleasure mine.
WM. COWPER.

So many blessings have come our way for the Ministry. So many. We have been blessed in finding yarn at very discounted prices. We attended yard sales, thrift stores and clearance sales all in the hopes of stocking up for the upcoming months. We've also received many blessings from donations of yarn from faithful contributors to this Ministry. 

We are approaching our sixth year! So many changes have occurred at each new year and I am sure there will be many other unexpected twists/turns. 

We have grown. When I think about these past five years, I cannot believe we are still here. I knew absolutely nothing about running a Ministry or even where it would lead us. I cannot even take credit for this Ministry. It is all God. I just followed wherever He told me t…

Day 66 Of Writing: Health And Well-being

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Everyday is a brand new day, everyday is a journey.



Shall I hold on with both hands
 to every paltry possession? 
All I have teaches me to trust 
the Creator for all I have not seen.
—Ralph Waldo Emerson.



Well, since our little getaway at the end of May, I have placed myself on a strict health and well-being regiment. I am deadly serious about overcoming this bingeing of sweets and junk food. I will develop willpower if it is the last thing I do.
So far, I have done just that.  People have been offering me some chips or a cookie and I  have turned them down. Yes, I did that. Unhappily, I have to admit, but I have stayed the course. There were even some cookies in the office, but I just walked past them.
Now, Emily and I did go out and have some ice cream at Baskin Robbins, but I did not have any whip cream or extras of any kind. Just plain ice cream. Plus, she did bring me a donut from work as a treat. I'm not gonna lie.

Along with staying aw…

Day 65 Of Writing: A Chance Meeting

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Everyday is a brand new day, everyday is a journey. 





The paternal relation to man was the
 basis of that religion which appealed
 directly to the heart; 
so the fraternity of each man with his 
fellow was its practical application.
—Bayard Taylor.


We both opened our doors at the same time. A  look of surprise and then just as suddenly a huge smile appeared on both our faces.
Hello Allison. You're looking lovely.
Her hair back, flaunting a short bob, her complexion glowing. Her face, perhaps a bit fuller than before, but that's the steroids for you. She certainly looked lovely and healthy. She thanked me for the little baskets of love we showered her way. The blanket. The ginger teas. All greatly appreciated.
We walked out together to our cars and we chatted for awhile like good friends. It really made me feel good inside. She told me about her treatment, the future and her family. All of which shall stay between us, because she is a pri…

Day 64 Of Writing: Where Are You At?

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Everyday is a brand new day, everyday is a journey.




We take with solemn thankfulness
  Our burden up, nor ask it less,
  And count it joy that even we
  May suffer, serve, or wait for Thee,
    Whose will be done!
J. G. WHITTIER



During this twelve year period, I have encountered a multitude of emotions in regards to my cancer journey. I've tried to work on these matters as they came, at times unexpectedly. With each new bout, I had no idea what would emerge from within. People often ask me how I am doing to which I reply just fine.
Just fine. Only two simple words and yet they hold so much feeling. I really haven't had time to address any emotional or mental issues that could have stemmed from my current point of journey.
Physically, everything seems to be going well. My remission is still on. Even my long term side effects seem to be under control. Maybe I have learned how to manage them better. My blood pressure is a bit higher than wh…