You NEED Me To Make Mistakes?

I write crazy kid’s books, illustrate them, photograph the illustrations, and hire Amy, my best friend, to put all this information on the computer, so you can buy a book from Amazon.
Yesterday I watched over Amy’s shoulder as we worked on the cover of, ‘The Dragon, Superman and the Mad Mermaid Queen’. The cover needed something- I wasn’t sure what.Then Amy made a mistake, and what I saw on her computer screen solved my cover problem.
Amy laughed, “You need me to make mistakes so you can be a better artist? Thanks!”
I’ve always learned from my mistakes so why not hers too. On the flip side I don’t always notice strengths in my work so I depend on others to see what I miss.

My Prayer Was Perfectly NOT Answered

I’d been longing to see my son for a while and set this thought aside to work outside. I had a tool with four very long, bent, and sharp fingers which I’d catch high branches with. I gently pulled the apple tree branches down so I could grab them. Next I wove the bent branches together just over my head, and in this way I could maintain my trees without a ladder.
By the time I was done I was sneezing and covered with dust, and my plan was to take off my work shoes at the back door and head for the shower, BUT I had lost my tool with its long, SHARP bent fingers. The ground was covered in tall wild flowers, and if the last time I dropped the tool- its fingers were reaching up for the sky I was in danger of finding it with my foot!
I carefully looked for maybe 20 minutes, prayed TWICE, but I could not find the tool!
Finally I gave up, and at the back door I heard the phone ring. It was my son who was at the front door and thinking my door bell didn’t work. He was in the area, so he had stopped by on his way to another appointment. If I had found my tool right away I would have been in the shower, and I would missed him completely.
The next day I easily found my tool, and I still feel full of joy having seen my son.

Punishment: Learning Or Anger?

A small child was quietly told again the answers to the whys and the why nots by Mom, and this time she added, “Don’t do that again; if you do it again I’ll punish you.”
The child came to Mom a half an hour later saying, “Mom you need to punish me because I did it again. I can’t seem to turn around without help.”
Structure and punishment need not be an angry reaction. They can lead to learning and advancement.

Seen A Woman Wearing A Hat Shaped Into Two Big Horns Or Shaped Into One Big Point?

Why did women wear horn headdresses throughout history in Europe and in the Slavic countries? Why were women here to wear hats and veils to certain places until the 1960s?
I searched for years and finally found a small mention of this in a very old piece of writing from Russia. A man said only women could bring LIFE. It is so powerful that people felt they needed to, ‘put a lid on it!’
I belong to the Church Of Jesus Christ Of Latter-Day Saints, and I’ve seen men hesitate to enter our women’s meetings many times. When someone finally asked we were given the answer, “You are so powerful- important. I hate I to interrupt! You’re probably creating worlds or something!”
Giving life- I hadn’t thought of it as so BIG probably because in this world anything immense will be used by a few in an immensely bad way, and that’s about all we see in media today.

Count Time In Minutes Or Validity?

Cultures, who don’t write down figures or read, see babies before they’re born and see and live with “dead” family members who live in trees next to their house.
Some homeless, not using their right brain (logical) capacities, know all about a new person at a moment’s glance.
Saturday I rushed past my neighbor without saying hello, so on Thursday I said, “Yesterday I ignored you. I apologize.”
“Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away.” The troubles were gone on more than one day.
Stories of older times in Russia, America, and Europe tell something like this one found in, ‘The Highwayman’, by Craig Johnson. One night a woman finds a man in her teepee. They are intimate, but she fells somewhat uncomfortable. Reaching over to a pot of paint she dips her hand and smears red on his back. She finds she’s pregnant, so she inspects each man of her tribe and finds no red mark. The woman is out in the woods and encounters a wolf with a red mark on his back. The woman is uncomfortable, so she picks up a heavy stick and hits the wolf in the head. At home she finds a handsome man in her teepee. He carries a wound on his head. He is her son.
Time at the quantum physics level is the same as time within galaxies.

Ode To Joy Was Written For My Cat

Immediately my cat rushed in and planted herself at full attention. She saluted a few feet in front of the television. I too stopped in my tracks. We couldn’t move, well except for my cat’s attentive ears. The orchestra played Ode To Joy then as soon as the choir began Formica, my cat, became stone still. I’d been busy, but I couldn’t move either. Formica sat and I stood close beside her. Formica’s ears began to twitch again as each solo was sung then the rhythms and voices mixed. I don’t know about Formica but I lived an entire life- time during that Joy; I was elated and exhausted.

I learned From A Dog Not To Be Afraid To Obey God

Shakespeare wrote, “You say you love the rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains.
You say you love the sun, but you find a shape spot when the sun shines.
You say you love the wind, but you close your windows when the wind blows.
This is why I worry; you say you love me too.

I’ve caught myself thinking, “Father I love you,” but a few minutes later a thought comes to my mind- some way to be kind to another. I say, “I inside my head, “I don’t want to do that! It’s inconvenient. I’d look foolish.”
I’m learning to obey anyway.
Some may say obedience takes my freedom, but I’m like a dog on a leash. Wild dogs aren’t cared for when times get rough. There is a cause and affect in the universe and as I obey Father is free to take care of me.
Yesterday I saw a massively large dog at the park. I’ve seldom seen a dog with such muscle power and such liveliness. The giant dog was on a leash and dancing. He’d picked up his own leash about mid way between his neck and his person’s hand and carried it gleefully.

Suddenly I Can Sing All Opera Arias!

I can sing along with any opera now! I used to bring the words up on my computer and TRY to sing along with my untrained voice. It was grin! My cat would leave the room a little faster than her usual and casual countenance would allow.
Now I sing only one word to all opera arias. Now I can concentrate on improving the sound and timing, and my audience is mesmerized- spell bond- glued to her place. She stares at me then the tv, back and forth, where someone else is singing (with a trained voice), but my audience (my cat, Frormica,) prefers MY rendition!!!
You’re wondering; what is the one word; I meow. Formica prefers high notes while I generally sing base at church and at home. We’re both changing. Formica is now fascinated with songs sung in the low range, as long as all songs say meow, and I’m stretch into the high range. We’re both thrilled!

A Depression Companion

Raped sinking.
Sinking a in deep dread,
Mud of despair.

Like Napoleon’s soldier,
Trying to get home,
Starving surrounded,
in deep dread snow,

Hiding in the belly,
Of a long dead horse.

I walked on frozen,
Earth today,
But, because of Christ,
I noticed,
I walked on mud.

Notice Good Or Lose It

I was married for about a year still basking a warm glow and soft fuzzies when I got the challenge. “Tell each member of your family seven things you like about them.” I was startled to find I could think of nothing not even ONE thing!
I realized I was so busy finding ways to improve everything and everyone around me and go forward that I didn’t realize and enjoy what I had.
I and some of my friends belong to the Church Of Jesus Christ Of Latter Dat Saints, and we believe we will be with our families after this mortal life. One friend, a widow, told me she misses her husband and can’t wait to be with him again, but she knows as soon as she’s with him she’ll miss her kids and grandkids.
My solution: look for good in those around you and TELL them. As an artist I’ve found I sometimes develop a skill but I don’t noticed I have it. It takes someone else to see it and verbalize it. Unless my new ability is pointed out to me it’s often LOST and so never developed. An added bonus: as I find good in others, my life fills up with the riches and goodness I see.