As We Ascend from the Ashes: It only gets better every day!

We have been through it. Hell, I guess everyone has in their own way and by no means is one person’s difficulties any greater than another’s. In fact, the perception of one’s own life cannot be viewed through anyone else’s eyes. When considering the concept of perception, I am drawn to another blogger’s discussion as to how to determine how much attention someone’s perception should actually be given to situations. I enjoyed reading this and I would certainly recommend a look if you are struggling with trying to force yourself into seeing a glass half full.

None the less, we all experience hard times and we all would like to believe that we can determine when to make the change to ascend from the ashes of misery.  I would love to tell you that this is true but, I do not like to make a habit of lying. In fact, through all of our hardships, sad times, moments of grief, and sleepless nights, we would tell ourselves that the next day, the next night, the next court date, or the next breath would be the moment that we would begin to rise. NOPE! Another sad memory, postponement, or obstacle would arise and we would fall even deeper into the belief that things would never get better.

But, do you know what? They did! And once we began to rise, we decided to soar!

You cannot talk your way out of a bad time. You cannot force your way out of depression or grief or hardships. But you can keep hope and know that, beyond the darkest moments, the clouds will be at your feet!

Of course, there are ways to get through these times without allowing yourself to sink. To ascend prompted another blogger to speak of the importance of being low enough to remind you to look up to God. Maybe this is why we experience hardships. Perhaps we need to be reminded that we are not alone.

Find your strength to get through the moment then ascend beyond your wildest dreams!

“Gigi”

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Happy Birthday, Ashley!!!

Once upon a time, a little girl was placed in her mother’s arms for the first time and she brought a smile to her mother’s face and a warmth in her heart. The little girl continued to grow and every day, her mother would smile and be thankful that she had been chosen to be called her Mommy. Then, something amazing happened, the little girl became a woman and still, the mother smiled and  felt a warmth in her heart because this little girl had grown into a woman that she could be proud of, that she could count on, that she could believe in, and that she loved with all of her heart without waver.

 

To the little girl,

little ashley

To the beautiful woman,

ashley

I would like to you wish the happiest of birthdays ever!

 

Love you baby girl,

“Gigi”

 

Life at Midlife

A much-needed read! I hope you all enjoy!

Growing Self

I came across this poem and it spoke everything I feel… ♥

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Life at Midlife

Author: Mary Anne Perrone

I am no longer waiting for a special occasion; I burn the best candles on ordinary days.

I am no longer waiting for the house to be clean; I fill it with people who understand that even dust is Sacred.

I am no longer waiting for everyone to understand me; It’s just not their task

I am no longer waiting for the perfect children; my children have their own names that burn as brightly as any star.

I am no longer waiting for the other shoe to drop; It already did, and I survived.

I am no longer waiting for the time to be right; the time is always now.

I am no longer waiting for the mate who will complete me; I am grateful to be so warmly, tenderly held.

I…

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Happy Birthday To The Militant Negro! 🎉🎊🎂

Happy Birthday, our Friend!

But I Smile Anyway...

Today I wanted to wish a happy birthday to an extremely supportive blogger amongst us.

The Militant Negro!

Here he is in all his glory!

A few months ago, I found my posts getting a regular reblog or share by someone I was unaware of. As I thanked for the share, we started upon a dialogue of sorts and D’ya know what? It’s a bit of a secret, but he is really rather lovely!

He’s gone from writing many posts and describing himself as:

…to a blogger who wants to share the words and work of fellow bloggers across the artistic board!

He shares hundreds of posts a day, and I know he shares the posts…

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From Belief to Knowledge: The process of growing older

It is funny how, when we age, what we believe to be true changes to what we know to be true. For instance, when I was young, I believed that dessert should be eaten first and at every meal. Now that I am older, I know this to be true. I mean, really, you could reheat that steak at home but that lava cake is not going to do anybody any good if you are too full from dinner to enjoy it fresh. It is a matter of not being wasteful (yeah, that covers me here!)

I also believed, when I was younger, that Santa Claus existed or, at the very least, I hoped beyond all hope that this was true. Now that I am older, I know that he exists. I saw him in the sparkle of my children’s eyes as they grew and now I find him in the eyes of my grandchildren as we anxiously await the time to start decorating for the big man! (Loved knowing that another blogger included Santa today! Excellent list!)

As a child, I used to believe that my loved ones would live forever. I never thought about any other possibility. Now, I  know this to be true. I hear their voices in the whisper of the winds. I feel their presence when I need to make a decision. I see their reflections in my children and grandchildren. So, yes, they do live forever.

My younger-self believed that her mom and dad were the smartest people in the world. Yep, you guessed it. I now say, without hesitation, that this is also true! I know that they have investigated, experienced, and questioned every piece of advice that they have handed my way and that this journey would have been a bit easier had I have known this during my early adulthood. (It seems that beliefs and knowledge have a gap during this period for most people!)

Finally, I believed, as a child, that children are awesome. I mean, I was a child and I was pretty awesome. My friends were children and they were also, yep, awesome. Shoot, I couldn’t think of anything more awesome than a child (besides maybe Santa and dessert) and I was certain that everyone believed this to be true. And, if you have read any of my blogs, you know that I now KNOW, without a shadow of a doubt, that children are, in fact, AWESOME!

I am not sure whether we are wiser as children for having such solid and valid beliefs or if we become wiser as our experiences lead to our true knowledge. One blogger discussed how important it is to experience life (you can read this here) and this makes me wonder if the children are more willing to experience the world or if they have not yet got caught up in the rushed state of adulthood so they have the time to do so.

Regardless, as a child, my beliefs were spot on! I just didn’t know it yet! (Fortunately, this does not extend to beliefs about monsters under the bed or the world dropping off at the edge of town!)

The greatest part of aging is confirming your beliefs as a child!

“Gigi”