Looking at the Sky on Friday

Promise of a Rainbow...
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A Little More About Spike

I should have described what was happening in this picture in the post below. I was leaning back in the chair with a neck roll. Spike hopped up to the top of the chair, then hopped up on my head, which was something he's never done before. As I tilted my head back to look at him, he "log-rolled" so as I rolled back, he walked forward; he peered down at me and said, "Hello!" We cracked up! Wally grabbed the camera and we did it again - lucky shot.

I don't usually sit around with a bird on my head - Linda, you're right! Might get a tad messy...
Spike has been a part of our family since 1992, longer than some of our grandchildren! He is a clown and continues to make us smile....

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Looking at the Sky on Friday

Hwy. 58 headed to Tehachapi

Clear skies over my house, today!

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Hmmmmmm.....

I doing my own thing here, folks! I found a terrific website for free backgrounds, etc., and they're very quirky, like - guess who! *The link is in the upper left hand corner. I have developed a fondness for "altered art," and some of this is an example of that. As soon as I can figure out how to use Photo Shop I can use it to my advantage.

Going back to the other day, when I was really down, I tried to work on my photo shop skills and kept getting so mixed up and confused. It seems that nowadays, what would've taken me five minutes to "get" something, now takes about 5 weeks. ARGH. That doesn't help my temperment one iota. So what do I do? Yeah, I quit. I won't try it again for months because I remember the frustration and don't want to go there again.

Well, phooey. Maybe I'll try again this week. Who knows which rabbit hole I may tumble down?
Thanks for listening...

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Question of the Day

Why do those of us who happen to believe in God make other people uncomfortable? There is a very well-deserved, respected blogger who believes that "god," (lower case "g") be it a he/she, only provides a crutch. Why do people want to belittle those of faith?

I know this is nothing new, but it seems that it has become the avant garde thing to do. Let's just discredit those pesky people of faith and maybe they'll leave us alone. If the liberals in this country keep demanding for equality for all, why does that exclude me? I know all about Michael Dawkins and have read some of his book - not the new one. This is the new age of atheism. Fine, I don't really care if you feel the need to boast about not needing religion in your life (I prefer to call it faith), but, as so many liberals believe, they know so much better than "the people of the book."

I will be the first to say that the scurrulous TV preachers, sham/scam artists, and the ones with goofy pink hairdos; the Roman Catholic priests who preyed on the innocent; the preacher who cried through crocodile tears, "I have sinned!," after being caught with a prostitute; the LDS polygimists; have all brought shame on "organized religion." They're people with clay feet, who although they act as if they're perfect, they're far from it. All of us have had encounters with charlatans.

But have you ever sat in a service where people were in prayer for an ill member, or praying for a family who have lost a loved one? Have you ever spent time at the bedside of an elderly woman, reading to her from her favorite book of Psalms? Have you ever gathered with a group and prayed for someone who had just lost a child? Or a job? Or is praying for the cessation of addictions? Is that a crutch?

I believe in classic faith, not one in which we are the most important thing in the universe, but faith in one who is stronger than I.

I'm not ashamed of the gospel of Christ.

A Rough Spot in the Road...

I need to read this over and over and over. My heart is full of unrest tonight, and my head will not stop creating an abundance of sadness that threatens to overwhelm me.
For those of you who know me, you'll know I'm okay - for those of you who don't, believe me.

(Just to give credit, I found this at FeMail Creations)

Depression

This post should go over to "Echoes of the Night," but I feel like more of you follow me here than there.

Fall is not a good season for me. It brings in the blues of depression, not the blues of springtime and flowers. Most depression can be walked off, talked off, or slept off. Mine makes me go deeper than that and lower than I ever want to go. Some people have dreams and nightmares. I become my nightmares.

Being Bipolar means I will probably read this tomorrow and say, "Why the hell did I post that? What was wrong with me?" I'm trying to learn to live in the moment and not beat myself about how I felt today. I know we control the moment. I still beat myself up for the past, and I have no control over the future (other than I believe it is in God's hands which provides a lot of comfort).

My manic bouts are minor and far and few between, it's the depression part that eats away at my innards. The guilt sets in when I realize how much I have - not possessions - but people that love me, healthy children (except for one, and that's due to choices he's made). I have a husband that loves me and never thinks of walking away from me when I'm ready to give up on myself. So, the thoughts come in playing around in my mind and taunting me: "What are you whining about?" I'm not whining - I'm running. I'm running from me.

(If you click on this, you should be able to see the little boat out in the middle. That's where I am tonight. I can see the harbor, and I am close to shore where I will find peace and drop my anchor.)

Looking at the Sky on Friday

Of all the photos I've taken, this is probably my favorite. It's on the north shore of Kaua'i with "Bali Hai" in the background. It you "bigify" this you'll notice the wave breaking still shows the blue water. I've not traveled much but this is the place I want to be again...

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Please forgive - I've posted this before but I don't think it was LATSOF.

Something Silly for Sunday

Katie is a Shih tzu. She loves everyone and has no enemies. Except for saw grass. She came in the other night just covered in the stuff. It is kind of like a bee stinger - it's like sandpaper and the more you try to get it out of the fur, the more tangled it becomes!

Katie has a very soft coat with an even softer undercoat. It wouldn't budge with her grooming comb or brush, so out came the scissors! Afterwards, she looks like she was attacked by Edgar Scissorhands.

The bottom pic is what she and Zoe look like after a few hours at the groomers.
Oh, by the way, have I ever mentioned that Zoe is the brains in this outfit?

Looking at the Sky on Friday

Same sky, just different sides of the road. This is more from San Simeon - the park and the old village wall.

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Looking at the Sky on Friday

This was taken a couple of weeks ago at Moonstone Beach, Cambria. Down at the bottom of the rocks where the tide was beginning to surge, there were a lot of little shells (see post below - Sunday Blessings) and a couple of sea urchins. It's fun to stick your fingers into a sea urchin and have it close up on your finger! Yes, I was a strange child...

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