A Reason For Everything

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Genie's Lamp

Do things happen for a reason? I know they do.

Most of the time we try to control our own little world right in front of us, with no clue of what is going on in the Big Picture. We filter the world through our own perspective and experience, the only way we can, being human and all. When things don’t go the way we plan or want them to,we get frustrated

Nothing ever seems to go the way I envision or plan it. Which has been a good thing most of the time. I do not realize my good fortune in the moment. The ‘Ah-Ha’ occurs to me later, usually accompanied by an outcome much better than I envisioned or planned. This tells me that there are forces at work here, more intelligent and resourceful than I. Some call this force Coincidence, some call it Fate.

There is no such thing as Coincidence. And Fate is when the Big Picture (meant to be) falls into place. I call this intelligent and resourceful force God. His ways are only mysterious because we mere humans can’t figure them out.

Don’t get me wrong – I don’t believe that God Himself grants me the perfect parking spot, the fast line at the supermarket, or stretches out the laundry soap to last through this weeks dirty clothes. He is way too busy with important stuff.

I believe that everyone has a guardian angel that oversees the day-to-day crap we get ourselves into. Every night when I say my prayers I ask God to give my angel a raise. He really deserves one. One example: I am a major Klutz who has never had a broken bone in her life.

In fact, I think I will blog a tribute to him tomorrow…

Thinking Too Much About Nothing

Thinking too much about nothing.

ConcentrationIt is really hard to get started on my blog when it’s been days since I could steal the time to write. My mind turned into a vast wasteland the moment I sat down in front of my computer and clicked on the “New Post” button. This has happened to me before .  I think that button has the power to suck the brains out of my head.  One click and my inspiration and ideas disappear.

With all the good PostaDay2011 topics available, I should be blogging up a storm. Not so. Tonight the questions about my perfect Sunday, or which album would I want on a deserted island, or do I want to live forever- remain unanswered. I can’t make up my mind, so how can I write about them?

Now what? Sit here and stare at the blank post form? Surf other blog sites? Give up and watch recorded TV shows on my DVR?  Sigh… It’s times like these that make me question my calling as a writer. Am I wasting my life working on mediocre writing that no one wants to read? Why can’t I figure out what I want to say?

Maybe I am just too weary from working 12-hour days this week, most of those hours in front of a computer monitor.  Forgive me, but I think I will climb into bed and get some rest. Who knows? I may wake up full of it and write two blogs tomorrow.

It could happen…

Got Gun?

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Firearms

This poster freaks me out. Probably because I will soon be living on the border of a National Forest. Bears live there, and I have a camera.

My husband however, has a gun safe and a couple rifles that may come in very handy up there in the mountains. The problem is –  he doesn’t carry guns around like I do my camera…

It is something I think about from time to time.