Here we are at the beginning of one of my favorite months of the year … I LOVE November! From the cool, crisp air to the lovely colors on the trees, until the closing of the month with Thanksgiving and then the anticipation of Christmas … it is just a extraordinary month! My theme for [...]
Probably the most sought after state of being or mindset in human kind is happiness. In fact I guess you could say the most universal desire in the world is man’s desire for happiness. At times we feel it’s arrived and just when we start to enjoy having happiness around lo and behold, sickness, trauma [...]
FRIDAY … yeehaw! TGIF! That means: The work week is almost over. There’s a break from school. The week-end is almost here. Parties, relaxation, fun times, good times, yard work, house work, getting with friends, shopping, R&R … just so many activities that are different than the grind of M-T-W-T … Because only Friday signifies [...]
part 2 Yep, I came to the conclusion I am owned by stuff. But also, in going through it and making some wise choices I am becoming less and less enslaved by stuff. Sometimes it takes a wake-up call for us to face our stuff and make a decision to denounce its claim over us [...]
Part 1 Do you own your stuff or does it own you? I had to reevaluate this recently and am still working on it. To me this is troubling. Abundance needs to be directional and thought out or else one truly can drown in or be buried by their abundance of stuff … * Am [...]
Prelude to Idnit Notes is all about me and my writing … you see, I have been writing for as long as I remember … diaries, prayer journals, regular correspondence with family and friends, class lessons and now, blogging – or journaling on the web. Well, I have pages and pages in little notepads that [...]
A Time to Rejoice … yes, that’s a given … but there also comes the season of mourning. Does your heart ever get confused as to what it’s supposed to feel? Like, are you ever in the middle of a joyous moment and out the clear blue an instant of pure, intense sadness cuts through [...]
