Today is the last Sabbath of my fifty second year and Tuesday I get to begin the trip toward fifty-three. My new blog will not be as sad (I hope), because it will be focused on my plan to regain health. The plan is to post each Tuesday and write about the progress of that week. 52 weeks of 52 will debut on Tuesday, March 3, 2015.
Over the last 20 years I have allowed overeating, cooking for taste and habit rather health take the toll on my body, mind and spirit. NO MORE!
Happy Sabbath everyone. The whole creation is in need of change, I am going to work on my little part of it.
Until Later ~ Rita Darlene
Saturday, February 28, 2015
Thursday, February 19, 2015
So Much the Same
I was searching the web for the new blog I am planning to start and Googled the name.com and found myself on the blogsite of a young woman that wrote about many of the same things I did this past year. Her time of writing was in 2012, but it was really amazing how much we had in common.
As members of the human race, we all have certain things in common. So why do we let the small things in which we differ separate us? A friend spoke today about "vibe" and I suppose that the "vibe" each of us emits is a phenomenon. I know the moods we have and the state of mind in which we find ourselves affects our "vibe."
Somewhere in the distant past I remember reading or hearing something about being the kind of person that one would want to have as a friend. If that is true, I really do not know why I have any friends.
Recently someone very close to me brought something to my attention that I did not want to "hear." I did not want to own my habit of speaking in the "instructor" voice or mode.( I am not E F Hutton, but apparently my sub-conscience thinks I am.) This friend was letting me know the truth, and was kind in the delivery, but part of the time I was thinking "STOP! Don't you know that I am the one that is supposed to hurt feelings by telling the truth!"
Probably most of the people I have hurt over the years have long since quit paying attention to what is going on in my life, but if any of you have stuck around and happen to read this I AM APOLOGIZING FOR BEING A FIRST RATE JERK TO YOU. Please continue to afford me the 70x7 application of forgiveness and thank you for being the kind of friend I am trying to learn to be. Please, please, please don't give up on me ... I finally "see" the problem, I stopped and looked deeply in to the mirror.
Until Later ~ Rita Darlene
As members of the human race, we all have certain things in common. So why do we let the small things in which we differ separate us? A friend spoke today about "vibe" and I suppose that the "vibe" each of us emits is a phenomenon. I know the moods we have and the state of mind in which we find ourselves affects our "vibe."
Somewhere in the distant past I remember reading or hearing something about being the kind of person that one would want to have as a friend. If that is true, I really do not know why I have any friends.
Recently someone very close to me brought something to my attention that I did not want to "hear." I did not want to own my habit of speaking in the "instructor" voice or mode.( I am not E F Hutton, but apparently my sub-conscience thinks I am.) This friend was letting me know the truth, and was kind in the delivery, but part of the time I was thinking "STOP! Don't you know that I am the one that is supposed to hurt feelings by telling the truth!"
Probably most of the people I have hurt over the years have long since quit paying attention to what is going on in my life, but if any of you have stuck around and happen to read this I AM APOLOGIZING FOR BEING A FIRST RATE JERK TO YOU. Please continue to afford me the 70x7 application of forgiveness and thank you for being the kind of friend I am trying to learn to be. Please, please, please don't give up on me ... I finally "see" the problem, I stopped and looked deeply in to the mirror.
Until Later ~ Rita Darlene
Less Than One Month
It is February 19th, so it is less than a month until my 365 days of 51 comes to a close. I have not been as willing to write as I thought. I do like conversation, but apparently, not with myself. I have, however, come to truly admire those diligent people that write day after day. Perhaps I am more fit this year to set a goal that I will actually achieve.
I applied to THE BIGGEST LOSER but have not heard from them. A 52 year old, Sabbath keeping, grandmother of 10 might not be the "type" of 120lb. overweight person they are looking to feature on their program.
So, beginning Tuesday March 3, 2015 I, with the help of some friends and family and extended family will begin my new goal of attaining better health. This will include weekly video segments, with me sharing what I have learned that week.
I ask for prayers because I do need to change my life, but I would hope that my journey might somehow help someone else.
So between now and March 3rd look for me here (it is only 12 days), but on that day a new blog will be unveiled.
Until Later ~ Rita Darlene
I applied to THE BIGGEST LOSER but have not heard from them. A 52 year old, Sabbath keeping, grandmother of 10 might not be the "type" of 120lb. overweight person they are looking to feature on their program.
So, beginning Tuesday March 3, 2015 I, with the help of some friends and family and extended family will begin my new goal of attaining better health. This will include weekly video segments, with me sharing what I have learned that week.
I ask for prayers because I do need to change my life, but I would hope that my journey might somehow help someone else.
So between now and March 3rd look for me here (it is only 12 days), but on that day a new blog will be unveiled.
Until Later ~ Rita Darlene
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
Early Morning Musings
Today is Veterans Day 2014, and a big deal in this patriotic small town where I currently hang my hat (or scarf.) My youngest daughter had to be at work by seven this morning, and since I am her transportation, I was up at five and out of the shower and dressed half an hour later. I went outside to take the chickens some scraps from the kitchen and was overwhelmed by the beauty of the early morning sky.
The egg shaped brightness of the moon, was reflecting off the dew that lay on the leaves of my mother's bottlebrush tree. The effect was stunning and had me throwing my head back to observe the other lights in that inky darkness. I have a greater understanding of that old saying "it is always darkest just before dawn."
I did not stay out long ; I was in my tank top and it was a bit chilly. I made my girl some breakfast and when I next looked out light was changing and the landscape of this twenty acres was beginning to be revealed. As I was driving the several miles up to the only Publix in this county, I had to apply the brakes rather quickly to avoid ruining the front-end of my Toyota van. Two, four-legged shadows on my left suddenly were making their way across the country road, in to the stand of six year old pines on my right. As the does crossed in front of my headlights they slowed and I got a good impression of the graceful long slim legs, and rounded rumps that they possessed. Perhaps they will make it through this year's hunting season; If I had been going any faster they would not be alive now, and I would certainly not be writing about our encounter.
The rest of the trip to town was uneventful. I had a bit of conversation with my daughter, though to be fair, it was mostly me talking and a nod or shake of the head from the passenger seat. The "highway"129 was empty, no headlights in either direction on a main traffic route, that on any other Tuesday in November would have a stream of halogen for miles. On the way back to my parents home, I noticed, as I looked east, toward Jacksonville, that there were multiple airplanes backlit by the rising sun; the pattern of their contrails looked like disappearing white punctuation on the soft blue expanse above the trees.
It was a lovely early morning. By nine, the folks participating in the parade will be making their way to the library to prepare for the mile long journey of waving and smiling at the neighbors and business people lining the route. The quiet will be replaced by the clamor of marching bands, the loud discussions of nearly deaf men, and the laughing of the little children and women watching over it all.
My life here in Live Oak is so different than the one in Jacksonville, but blessed all the same by the Creator God who formed me and watches out for me and leads me when I follow.
Until Later ~ Rita Darlene
The egg shaped brightness of the moon, was reflecting off the dew that lay on the leaves of my mother's bottlebrush tree. The effect was stunning and had me throwing my head back to observe the other lights in that inky darkness. I have a greater understanding of that old saying "it is always darkest just before dawn."
I did not stay out long ; I was in my tank top and it was a bit chilly. I made my girl some breakfast and when I next looked out light was changing and the landscape of this twenty acres was beginning to be revealed. As I was driving the several miles up to the only Publix in this county, I had to apply the brakes rather quickly to avoid ruining the front-end of my Toyota van. Two, four-legged shadows on my left suddenly were making their way across the country road, in to the stand of six year old pines on my right. As the does crossed in front of my headlights they slowed and I got a good impression of the graceful long slim legs, and rounded rumps that they possessed. Perhaps they will make it through this year's hunting season; If I had been going any faster they would not be alive now, and I would certainly not be writing about our encounter.
The rest of the trip to town was uneventful. I had a bit of conversation with my daughter, though to be fair, it was mostly me talking and a nod or shake of the head from the passenger seat. The "highway"129 was empty, no headlights in either direction on a main traffic route, that on any other Tuesday in November would have a stream of halogen for miles. On the way back to my parents home, I noticed, as I looked east, toward Jacksonville, that there were multiple airplanes backlit by the rising sun; the pattern of their contrails looked like disappearing white punctuation on the soft blue expanse above the trees.
It was a lovely early morning. By nine, the folks participating in the parade will be making their way to the library to prepare for the mile long journey of waving and smiling at the neighbors and business people lining the route. The quiet will be replaced by the clamor of marching bands, the loud discussions of nearly deaf men, and the laughing of the little children and women watching over it all.
My life here in Live Oak is so different than the one in Jacksonville, but blessed all the same by the Creator God who formed me and watches out for me and leads me when I follow.
Until Later ~ Rita Darlene
Sunday, November 9, 2014
Sunday Sunset
It was a glorious sunset this evening. The temperature was lovely, no bugs biting, quiet except for the crickets rubbing their legs together. I miss the easy trips across Jacksonville to visit a friend. The midnight excursions to take brownies to my adopted family are not really possible out here in the woods, but there is a peacefulness that I enjoy.
Saturday, November 8, 2014
Relaxation
So many times I think I just need some time to relax my mind and body. The God I know built that time in to each week. Genesis 2:2-3 Happy Sabbath y'all!This looks like an amazing way to be clean, refreshed and relaxed!
Makes me want to head for the mountains.
Until Later ~ Rita Darlene
Thursday, November 6, 2014
Friends, Foes and Followers
The mid-term elections are over in these United States and those of us who choose to watch television, as a form of entertainment, can finally be free of the mudslinging commercials for a few months at least. Now, my evenings seem to be bombarded by attorneys trying to get my attention so that they can represent me as I sue one of the automotive companies due to malfunctioning something or other.
I do watch a bit of television, but it seems that the shows I like get cancelled or lose the extremely talented writers that got me hooked on the show. I am saddened when a well written law drama suddenly becomes a night time soap opera.
Lately, I have begun to think that I am wasting my life sitting in front of a television. I need to get my big butt up off the couch and live. I will be looking for some dance lessons that will work with my obligations of time.
Speaking of time obligations, I have been living with my parents since September, when my mom was discharged from the rehab center where she was recovering from her latest stroke. I have been cooking and cleaning and doing my folks laundry. Sometimes I am also the chauffer. As my mom progresses in her recovery, I have more free time to take care of myself and plan a future. I see a future with no television. I have seen more ridiculous shows in these few weeks than in the previous few years.
It is funny, in a sad way, to see people making decisions based on what their minds are fed from TV. I have heard all sorts of slanderous mutterings repeated, especially about our current president. I think the little guy Napoleon Bonaparte said it well ...
“Never ascribe to malice that which is adequately explained by incompetence.”
My words are cathartic for me and not meant to hurt or maim anyone. Until Later ~ Rita Darlene
I do watch a bit of television, but it seems that the shows I like get cancelled or lose the extremely talented writers that got me hooked on the show. I am saddened when a well written law drama suddenly becomes a night time soap opera.
Lately, I have begun to think that I am wasting my life sitting in front of a television. I need to get my big butt up off the couch and live. I will be looking for some dance lessons that will work with my obligations of time.
Speaking of time obligations, I have been living with my parents since September, when my mom was discharged from the rehab center where she was recovering from her latest stroke. I have been cooking and cleaning and doing my folks laundry. Sometimes I am also the chauffer. As my mom progresses in her recovery, I have more free time to take care of myself and plan a future. I see a future with no television. I have seen more ridiculous shows in these few weeks than in the previous few years.
It is funny, in a sad way, to see people making decisions based on what their minds are fed from TV. I have heard all sorts of slanderous mutterings repeated, especially about our current president. I think the little guy Napoleon Bonaparte said it well ...
“Never ascribe to malice that which is adequately explained by incompetence.”
My words are cathartic for me and not meant to hurt or maim anyone. Until Later ~ Rita Darlene
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