Accountability In Living.


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The threads of life are woven

Through the corridors of time

And often bring changes 

Without reason or rhyme.


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Past mistakes are useful

In learning right from wrong.

We can use such weaknesses

To make our souls strong.


The days we are given

Remain a mystery to us.

We decide how we live.

We pray for righteousness.


Our past can be a prison

If we focus on what’s gone.

We need to move forward,

And find things to build upon.


For God holds us accountable

For the hours we spend

On earth loving others,

And the message we send.






Learning A Lesson About Pain.


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In my early childhood,

I learned to swallow

the terrible sounds

of my own sorrow.


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I thought If I denied

these painful feelings,

I could prevent the

brunt of Life’s stings.


But all I did was build

a pile of my emotions,

and believe the lies

of past distortions.


I could not bear to touch

my tears that fell like rain,

so I locked them up and

refused to feel the pain.


If only I had learned

to let go peace by piece,

I know that over time, 

this pain would cease.


Choosing Good Over Evil.


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The reasons we give ourselves,

for doing the things we do,

no longer amazes me.

People find incredible ways

to justify abuse and neglect

they take part in rendering. 


Manipulation becomes a tool

we use to obtain a pre-set goal.

The goal becomes the focus and

we lose sight of how it might

impact the lives of others.

Desire over-rides our shame.


Over time, we blind ourselves

to the hurt and pain in others

when we choose to discriminate,

rather than accept differences.

We seek hatred and war,

not compassion and peace.


We avoid the essence of

other human beings and

we forget they have a soul.

They bleed from wounds

we cannot see and cry tears

 that stay within the heart.


Yet we can choose to become

that which God  made us to be: 

Made in His own image,

a force for good,

full of love and acceptance,

and reflecting God’s peace.






Favorite Poems I Like #5: “She Walks In Beauty,” by Lord Byron.


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” When I was young, I never appreciated being a woman, and I suppose that was because I never had a good role model. Back when I was growing up, men were seen as intelligent and were idolized more by society in general.

I was fortunate to have lived through the Women’s Movement, the Women’s March in D.C., and the “I Too” Movement. I worked with two good women who were wonderful role models. As a result, I am proud I am a woman. Lord Byron wrote a poem about a woman. It describes many good qualities that women possess: Beauty, grace, tenderness, sweet expression of thoughts, purity, calmness, peaceful mind, and love that is innocent. The following poem is now one of my favorite.”    -Yu/stan/kema-


She walks in Beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes:

Thus mellowed to that tender light

Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.


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One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impaired the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o’er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express,

How pure, how dear their dwelling place.


And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!




Take A Little Time And Give.


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Take time to give me hope

in the winter of my life,

and a little bit of love

to get me through this strife.


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Give me a taste of laughter

so I can experience bliss.

Exchange with me some honesty,

for its truth that I miss.


Just take me by the hand

when I’m too tired to try,

and help me not give up

when all I do is cry.


Just have a little faith

in my ability to be,

all the wondrous things

that you see in me.


Take time  to be alone

and say a little prayer,

that God will protect me

and keep me in His care.


Please, come along with me

and walk right by my side,

until I enter heaven where

the gates are opened wide.




Psychological Triggers And How They Can Affect Our Lives.

” July 4th will be coming up soon. For all those who love to shoot fireworks, and don’t understand those who don’t, this post may give you some of the reasons why some people don’t like them, and how lives can be disrupted by fireworks.”


Trauma can happen to anyone. When it does, it sometimes leaves a wound that stays with us for a long time.  If we are able to talk it through with someone, process it, make the needed connections, we can go on and live our lives more effectively. We will never be who we use to be, because trauma changes us at all levels: physical, emotional, social, and spiritual. Our brains are changed by trauma and our body is more reactive when triggered by things that can remind us of a traumatic event. A trigger is something in the environment that initiates or activates us to react to something that reminds us of past trauma. It can be a smell, a sound, a word, something we see, something we feel or touch, even an emotion.

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We can react, sometimes even unconsciously, to a trigger…

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Favorite Poems I Like #4: “School.”


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I put my heart to school

In the world where men grow wise:

“Go out,” I said, “and learn the rule;”

“Come back when you win a prize.”


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My heart came back again:

“Now where is the prize?” I cried…..

“The rule was false and the prize was pain,”

“And the teacher’s name was Pride.”


I put my heart to school

In the woods where the veeries sing

And brooks run clear and cool,

In the fields where wild flowers spring.


“And why do you stay so long”

“My heart, and where do you roam?”

The answer came with a laugh and a song,

“I find this school is home.”



” Nature has never failed me in being my best  teacher,                                      and  my greatest resource for peace” 


A Baby Is A Beautiful Gift.


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The world is full

Of beautiful things:

A baby’s sweet laughter,

A soul that grows wings;


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A baby’s first word

And the emotion you feel,

When she says the word “Mama,

And love becomes real;


The smell of her hair

When your cheek lies against it;

The touch of her skin,

When you caress  her a bit;


Her scent when she’s clean,

And you rock her to sleep, 

And the joy that comes

When gratitude runs deep.


You know there is nothing

On earth that can beat, 

The feeling: ” this baby

Is yours to keep.”






The Coming Of Spring.


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Spring comes late this year.                                        

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The daffodils and tulips pop out

Of the ground with such delight,

As I go on a walk-a-bout.


Crab apples are full of color,

White, pink, purple, and maroon.

blossoms tell us Spring is here.

They always leave too soon.


Forsythia branches downward

With flowers the color of gold.

They shimmer in direct sunlight.

It’s beauty never grows old.


Our excitement comes as we weather,                           

Cold snows on wintry days.

Flowering things overcome the darkness.

Our souls are set ablaze.





Favorite Poems I Like # 3: “Leisure.”


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When we were young, we noticed everything we came in contact with. We felt the wind, the kiss of a snowflake, the warm rays of the sun, brilliant stars at night, the morning dew on the flowers, and the colors and sounds of the birds near by. We were happy, excited about each day that came, knowing we would find gifts from God sent to us in love. Nature brought us closer to the Holy Spirit. She also gave us a different perspective on life. We saw what was important and what we could let go. 

When we grew older, cell phones, computers, and television distracted us and time with Nature was decreased. Our stress increased and our relationship with God became harder and harder to plug into. Life became more chaotic with change after change. The only way to reverse this is to make time, drop everything, and go to the woods, the lakes, and the rivers. We have to take control of our time and go outside. The following poem, “Leisure,” written by William Henry Davies, talks about this.



What is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.


No time to stand beneath the boughs

And stare as long as sheep or cows.


No time to see, when woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.


No time to see, in broad daylight,

Streams full of stars, like skies at night.


No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,

And watch her feet, how they can dance.


No time to wait till her mouth can

Enrich that smile her eyes began.


A poor life this if, full of care, 

We have no time to stand and stare.

William Henry Davies-