Hello Everyone,

October 2015

I love October, not just because it is my birthday month but because the air changes, the season changes, the time changes.

It is when we must embrace the fact that the time change will have us seeing the dark sooner. A time when the trees begin to let loose the leaves, orange, brown and yellow leaves flying about.

It is the time when the ghouls and horrors are seen in decorations, shows, movies and parties.

It is the time when we say farewell to the summer heat, smile toward the cooler weather and wonder of the winter to come.

Happy October! May there be light within you to shine upon the earlier darker hours. May the ghouls and gremlins that ring the door bell make you smile and partake in trick or treat.

May you embrace the change in season knowing... it will bring us back to Spring soon enough.

I have added a tab - Whisper my words, which is a link to my site where I post stories, poems, AndMore events and the Watcher's Journal. Take a peek and enjoy.

Enjoy!

~g

June 23, 2011

Inspiration me...Crazy Pasta

Letting go of panic - today I will - not be over-whelmed by panic. Panic will take my mind off my goals. It's normal to feel panic, but I simply feel it and let it go. I can get back on track by treading water until I regain my composure. I relax and know that all is well. ~Language of Letting Go by Melody Beattie

The loving innocent world of animals serves as a good example for me. The more you stop to observe animals and learn from them, the more healthy and peaceful your life will be. ~Inner Wisdom Cards by Dr. W. Dyer

Even my dreams are gloomy and morbid.  How does one control that?  Heart heavy and mind full, I can only muster the energy for work.  Once the time comes to go home, as the commute begins my mind begins to numb.  I don't fight it as it has become a way to deal.

The one memory that keeps coming to mind is Crazy Pasta.  Many years ago I was very sick.  Most Dr.'s gave me an end date.  A few would just tell me to hope.  I prayed.  No insurance, no job and a small boy with beautiful hopeful eyes.

One day I was down to the last of food.  A few boxes of pasta, individually each would not fill an infant, together it would fill a child and perhaps give me a nibble.  I prayed the whole time I emptied each box into boiling water.  Psalm 23...my favorite.

The milk was gone, plenty tap water, no dessert and bread was a luxury.  Oatmeal was our staple food for breakfast and lunch.  But whenever that boy looked at me... I smiled.  It would take time before I would receive charity.  I prayed for my health to turn even against the odds, I prayed for food, I prayed for a job, I prayed for my son.

The pasta was ready...I drained it; amazed.  It was incredible how much was in there.  Angel hair, penne, spaghetti and ziti.  Honestly, barely 3 or 4 strands or rolls in each box....but then it was plenty.   There was enough to feed my son and myself for a couple of days.  The bit of sauce mixed with water seemed to thicken before my eyes.  Enough to cover the lot.

As I teared I poured the mixed pasta onto plates.  My son looked and said 'CRAZY PASTA'.  I cried while eating in both amazement and gratitude.  A past co-worker had stopped by unannounced and watched the plates.  As I poured him water he said nothing.  A British man that I will never forget, long gone back to his country now.  He said he would be right back, he walked out of the apartment and he came back with 4 bags of groceries, left them at the door, rang the bell and left.  For a month thereafter another past worker; a friendly guy from Guyana had gotten word and would bring groceries, take me to appointments and watch my son.

A couple of months later I was working, my health vastly improving, I came home and asked my son, 'what would you like for dinner?'  CRAZY PASTA.  For years he would ask at least once a week and I would take different boxes and make it for him.

I guess it is the hope that was born in me at that time that makes me remember.  I guess it's the fact that the small boy now a young man no longer asks or may not even remember Crazy Pasta.  I guess it's in knowing that I kept poverty and sickness from him while smiling.  I guess it's knowing that even though Crazy Pasta won't help, letting go of panic and remembering the start of it all....Psalm 23 helped.

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures...........