Trademark of New England’s Fall

White birch baseline the communities of pumpkin orange shades, deep burgundy reds, evergreen groves, while mixed copper and chestnut browns are enhanced by splashes of  the faded yellows and limes that quilt the New England mountainsides.

Thursday morning coffee word-play. 

 
Kind Regards – K 

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Find a typo let me know! 
Photography copyrighted and compliments of BGage 2017
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Daily and Family Traditions

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Good morning!

They” say breakfast is the most important meal of day.

I add, start your day with a ritual that allows you a positive mindset.

My daily ritual:

Each morning, I awake, flipping open the covers as I exclaim to the dogs

“Time to make the doughnuts!” – they understand,  time

to get up, go out, pee, then their REWARD- A TREAT!

Happy tails.  🙂

Next, I make coffee, grab my pen, flip to a fresh page in my journal.

First, I write the current date, then add  +$49,000, +$477,111 plus at the very top of the page.

(A little something, I learned, listening to “The secret”.)

Next I scrawl, “May health, wealth, inner peace, self-assuredness,  love, friendship, companionship, happiness, security, comfort, contentment,  along with abundance and success embrace me and those I love, like a warm hug.”

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Next- Written next  is the single word “EXCELLENT!”

No matter what mood I am in when I first open my eyes, that is how I start the day.

I scribble:

A brief overview via bits and pieces of what happened yesterday, what I accomplished,  what may have caused stress to release it….. ta ta!

My day has officially begun!

Today is a bit different, my youngest granddaughter and I had a slumber party last night,

This allowed mommy and daddy to have a date night.

It’s little girl hugs, (cannot get enough) coffee, making a bowl of lucky charms and  heading out to the front porch with my daughters lap top.

Fresh air,  peepers singing  in the background and the glow of the laptop screen.

 

 As soon as my  daughter comes downstairs a competition is planned.

Breakfast BOGGLE! To date, I am the champ. My brain is fresh this time of day.

Will I hang onto my title? Let the game begin!!

Boggle has been a part of  my life since I was young, I in turn taught it to my children.

No one has any idea how many hours we joyously, with pencils and paper ready- have flipped that little box of random letters over, started the timer and frantically scribbled every word we could find.  Laughter, silliness, giggles, a family at play.

No cell phones, no tv – just human interaction. Good  ol’ fashioned fun! Bonding.

This is how we make memories.

 

In a few hours, Ill be back on a plane to NH. (tearful  good byes, yet so blessed we had the time together.)

FAMILY. TRADITIONS. COMING TOGETHER AT THE SAME TIME.

UNCONDITIONAL LOVE!

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When was the last time you played games with your  family or friends?

 

Webster’s definition:

Definition of synchronize

  1. :  to happen at the same time

 

 

Have a glorious  Saturday! I will be thinking of you.

 

Kind Regards and all my love – K

 

Thank you Zen to Zany for your wonderful quotes and pics-  find her on Etsy .

 

 

Synchronize

Wee!


When Dead of winters upon us
As January’s ’bout half through

Oft leaves a dark taste

Within our soul

Like an evil spell’s bitter brew.

Subzero Frosty raw nights

Sunny days void of warmth

By north wind swirling gusts.

No sign of Spring’s arrival

Life seems a useless bust.

A sad lonesome time of year

But does it have to be?

Alone or with a friend,

Try a bit of inside sports

Build that serotonin level up

With a fun filled night of WII!!

Give it a try.

For many years now

it has worked for me!!

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Kind Regards and

feeling hopeful-K

Marathon

Resilient Hope

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about the sweet little birds 

pictured above and below;

 

 

“The black-capped chickadee is a small, nonmigratory,

North American songbird that lives in deciduous and mixed forests.”

 

 

 

It’s “nonmigratory trait”  brought to mind:

 

 

A thought to carry within our hearts

            as we enter into another New Year…

 

“Love’s grandest gift is

Presence, not presents.” – K

 

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Kind Regards and Happy New Year to all – K

 

(Photos copyrighted and compliments of L.G.B.)

 

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Hopeful

One of the Lucky…

As I was laying in the ER the other day getting a bag of fluids due to some gastro-something virus thing I caught at work. My blood work results returned and a very relieved PA said to me “You know you’re one of the lucky ones.”

“One of the lucky ones. One of the lucky ones.”  Those 5 words  have swirled round and round in  my head for the last 24  hours. 

That statement made me glad AND sad. 

1) Due to back to back bouts of c-diff earlier this year I can no longer take anti- biotics. One of those “helpful” lil’ buggers caused my c- diff!  

But that’s not why I”m saddened by “being one of the lucky ones.”

2) I lost my job and almost everything I own due to that terrible super bug .

But that’s not why I”m saddened by “being one of the lucky ones.”

3)  The  fact that less than 80% of people are cured by the C-diff drugs doctors prescribe, (including me).

 THAT makes me sad! 

The fact that I spent numerous days researching alternatives, digging into studies, reading blogs and comments, digging, praying only to sleep a few hours and start again making notes, trying this, trying that until FINALLY! I started feeling better .

 I’m proud I did it 

Unfortunately the regular doctors and primary care physicians aren’t mentiong any of these alternatives.

The pharmaceutical companies are going to fight, probably already are against the answers, the discoveries of what is working ! THAT makes me SAD AND MAD!! 

I want MORE lucky ones! 
I wrote about C-diff and my trials in my post The Unwanted visitor! I didn’t know if it was truly going to work then. 

NOW I know, IT DID!

In my next  post I will reiterate in a quick 3 minute(ish) read what to try!  AND NOT one of those disgusting sounding turmeric enemas IS part of it! Ewwwww!

 I shiver,quiver and feel gross just thinking about it. I apologize to those getting by on that method. But ugh!

One, stipulation if you try what I did. Keep me posted on your progress. Comment comment comment! 

THEN PAY IT FORWARD!  

Spread the word!

SHARE and be a part of my quest for MORE “ONE OF THE  LUCKY ONES!”

Kind Regards 

and often long winded-K

All contents of this post is copyrighted by K at The Black Wall Blog. It cannot be professionally published without written consent.

H.G.

At twenty-two her mother’s 

Faith filled blue eyes

Had grounded me.

She was my saving grace with

A reminder that her life, was

More precious than my own.

She, a tiny being that within me

A seed planted had been nurtured

When she arrived, oh how brightly

The sun had shown.

And I vowed to be the best mom

A gal could ever be.

 

When I was twenty-five

He came along and showed my why

Little boys steal their mother’s heart.

His deep brown eyes so trusting

And his little hand that reached out

Had me smitten from the start.

And again I knew

He and his sister were the best things

My heart would forever call it’s own.

And I vowed to be the best mom

A gal could ever be.

 

Many years have passed

As our lives continued on.

Nothing can prepare one

For playing the parent’s role.

No matter what path they take

The good, scary and possibly

Some brief forgotten moments

That proved I’m truly brave.

Their childhood and mere existence

Continue to let me know

That unique feeling

I am blessed with, the

Best things in life,

As I’ve watched them grow.

 

 

As time’s early beginning

Ancestry’s continues on,

Like baseball’s seventh inning.

A grandchild comes along

Your heart which you think is

Already, Oh so full.

Grows itself another love layer,

Held with the mightiest

And tiniest stitches that

Nature has ever sewn.

 

 

 

And to think it all started with

A tiny little girl and boy

My heart will forever call it’s own.

 Kind Regards- G’ma K

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Daily prompt Graceful

#Winning 3

 

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Inside, her mind conjures flashed negative visions

of failure scenarios.

Outside, raw Inner Fear causes her upper body to

tremble and shake.

Sounds of quick shallow breaths escape, as she mentally,

attempts to gain control. Searching for reality, brain waves

frantically scurry through her frenzied thoughts.

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Head tilted downward, lashes lowered, eyes barely open, 

overwhelming bright overhead lights and too large an area

cause her to abandon her attempt to scan the entire room.

She switches her minuscule wisp of concentration to locating

a closer target, to gaze upon, fixate.

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On the yellow legal pad in front of her, nearly legible,

jagged edge doodles and pen scrawled words,  

quivering digits continue writing, diagonal, across and down.

YOU’VE GOT THIS!

#WINNING!  

 

 

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 Slowly inhaling then exhaling,

she starts writing the familiar list:

Focus on now.

Breathe slowly.

Believe in yourself.

Remember all you have accomplished!

Relax those shoulder muscles!

Smile, this is just a learned response!

Visualize yourself calm.

Your simple steady positive reprogramming is working!

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Tick Tock, Tick Tock….

Once again, the attack subsides, she is back.

Victory!

 

 

 

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Kind Regards and Winning – K

 

Daily Photography challenge Edge

Daily post/prompt Recharge

No Fear

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Copyrighted and compliments of L.G.B 8/2016

Early morning I discovered

At the bottom of work’s dumpster

This little nocturnal guy,

I thought,

He must have fallen in.

I peered over the edge,

Then worried

What’s the best way

For us to rescue him?

On tiptoes, I stretched

And took another peep

His eyes rose to meet my gaze

Then he closed his lids

And merely nodded off to sleep.

Obviously, it was he,

Who had total trust in me.

The next morning when I arrived,

I rushed over to the dumpster

And when I peered inside,

There was nothing left to see.

 

 

Kind Regards  – K

 

 

 

 

 

 

Open-Minded

Melody Haiku attempt, plus 1

It has been just over 20 something years

since I attempted to write a Haiku. 

Critique away, please… “)

 

Melody

Notes create music

Lyrics, life’s experience

Reflected by song.

 

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 Face Your Fears and They disappear

I’m facing those fears

Slaying ferocious monsters

One at a time, Poof!

 

Kind Regards and thinking 5,7,5 – K

 

Daily postMelody

Ode to Mr. Jay

 

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Copyrighted and compliments of L.G.B.

 

Mr. Blue Jay you have got a bad rep

All that annoying Cah cahing, fighting

And bullying we see.

Might it be a facade? 

Is it possible,

You are more similar to me?

Not that I bully and fight, but

For those who delve deeper

Find hidden, buried treasures inside.

A place where warmth 

And the love infused heart resides?

What are you protecting Mr. Jay?

Some things which transpired in the past.

 Caused that cruel exterior you convey? 

What might help you to move beyond?

To embrace the freedom to sing

A joyful tune,

An uncommon song?

My wish for you is, something, 

Which shall interrupt your ugliness,

Allowing you, to

Present thou shine above all the rest.

 

The Blue Jay  Reference the CornellLab of Ornithology

This common, large songbird is familiar to many people,

with its perky crest; blue, white, and black plumage;

and noisy calls. Blue Jays are known for their intelligence

and complex social systems with tight family bonds.

 

 

Kind Regards – K

 

 

 

 

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An Old Letter of Youth

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I found an old tattered letter,

Tucked away in a box, as I

Sorted thru the depths of my closet.

Oh! such memories it did spark

Of the first true love

I had known.

I chuckled as I read it,

Because I knew

Since then,

How each of us had grown.

 

It had been a time of discovery,

Silliness, daydreaming and childlike

Youthful innocence.

Once, we had swore that our love

Would last forever ever and ever.

Nothing could possibly tear us apart.

Our parents knew the difference,

But showed support from the very start.

 

 

I looked back on those days of yesteryear

Of the dreams we had, that love so pure.

Daydreaming, I allowed myself

Some “what if” moments, had

Life’s circumstances’ allowed for us

To have continued on together.

I wondered where I would be?

And who, what and how

Would I be different on this day?

A little voice inside me, whispered.

It was sure, that my life was better now,

Than any other way.

 

 

Startled, from my day dream trance

By the trill of the phone,

I answered, it was my eldest.

At that moment, in my heart and soul

I knew the answer my what if’s

Had been seeking.

The future and our path

God and the universe, help us choose

Is the one that turns out best.

 

 

Kind Regards and reminiscing – K

 

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Daily post Obvious

Suicide, A Memory Not shortlived

If you are feeling sad, overwhelmed, or that you might harm yourself. 

Call 911, Call a friend, get to the Emergency room and explain how you feel.

SUICIDE is NOT the answer.

I have written a short recollection, of the impact of suicide and how it has affected me and my family for my entry for Miracle’s challenge. It needed to be written. Please do not read if you feel it might upset you.

Kind Regards – K

 

It was a  seemingly random day, temperature about 90 degrees, the 28th day of August, 17 years ago,that I got the call.

As the news was reported to me and the other end hung up, I dropped to the floor as my knees gave way. There was no attempt to stay upright. The house phone must have fallen beside me, though I have no recollection. Shock. Disbelief. Just an all consuming overwhelming sadness of something I struggled to grasp, believe,  but no matter how I tried, I couldn’t quite fathom.

My next thought, the children… Where is K? Did she overhear? OH MY GOD, screamed my brain! I must find K!  How will I ever tell her?   Then I shall have to find D,  he is playing with his friends. OH! DEAR! GOD!  How can I? How does one? I shouted out my daughter’s name and went off looking for her…  and a bit later we drove off to find my son.

 

Now, 17 years later.

That fateful day. This thought still travels through my brain. Why? Why didn’t you call me and tell me you were struggling with life? That you had such a dark  shadow of a cloud hanging over you? Why did you just give into it, in silence?

We know not why he felt he had no choice. But, his suicide is still a dark cloud that hangs over our heads. It is rarely spoken about. When it is, we handle it matter of fact, due to it’s familiarity. Seemingly odd, that could be something  with which we’ve become comfortable.

It is what it is. We cannot change what happened. We have no choice but to accept what is. He made the decision and gave us no vote.

What can we do? Nothing, is the answer.

 

We live our daily lives as most everyone does. When the day is quiet, I often speak to him and ask him questions, to which I get no replies nor will I ever.

Sometimes I even get angry and yell at him for being so self centered and selfish. Other times, I speak as I talk to an old best friend. My heart believes he sees how well the children have done through the years.

He knows what wonderful loving adults they are.

I believe he does. For that is what I am left with. That is MY choice.

The only one my ex-husband left me.

 

In loving Memory of Rocklin DeWayne Webb 9.1.63 – 8.28.99

 

 

 

Daily post Miniature

Do You Remember, FUN?

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I am reaching out for YOUR HELP!

What are your thoughts on this?

Where do you suggest I start?

Do you struggle with this too?

Please share anything and everything!

 

Here is the background:

WordPress’ weekly photo

Challenge is here!

The subject is fun!

What is fun?

Do you remember?

In one split second,

Can you clearly define

Your current thoughts 

Of having a good time?

 

Instantanious visualizations

Of past events of me laughing

Quickly flicker, fast forward

Like a mini slideshow thru my mind.

But truthfully, when was the last time

Such a carefree occurrence, did I find

Myself smack in the middle of

Without a whole lot of prep and

Trepidation, battling inner fear?

 

What a scary thought, I am thinking,

That, it’s no longer my norm,

At what point did my life go

From heartfelt enjoyment,

To some type of dark storm?

Another goal to aspire to,

Again, a chance at #winning!

Then i saw these… and it all  made sense.

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Kind Regards and winning – K

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Weekly photo challenge Fun!

Daily post Reach

My Journey 2-worders

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  We went.

     She spoke.

        He played.

           She sang.

         I listened.

                They sang.

                   Rock on!

                      We clapped.

                         We stood.

                            Everyone swayed!

                               All danced.

                                 We cheered!

                                     Good times!

 They served.

   He ate.

   She drank.

   I drank.

   We drank.

   He didn’t.

   He drove.

    She giggled.

    I snickered.

    We sang.

    Not good!

    He cringed.

     We laughed.

     What fun!

     He succeeded.

     We’re home.

   Good  night.

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Kind Regards – K

Daily post Reach