Funny Conversations . . .

The picture of friendship . . . grazing along chatting . . .do you suppose?

I’m blessed to have family and friends who make me laugh and brighten my day. Often when my phone rings and I see it’s a friend calling, I smile, say hello and we both start laughing. We enjoy hearing from one another. And we know the next few minutes will be a fun conversation as we catch up and share our daily happenings, the good and the bad.

Recently I had a conversation with my daughter Gayle, who calls me every morning as she drives to work. We live far apart so her morning drive is our time to chat and stay connected. One morning we got to reminiscing about things and to a particular event she asked, “How old were you when that happened?” I said, “Oh, 50/54 maybe.” She laughed, “Do you wish you could be 54 again?” I thought for a second, “Nah, that would just bring on a slew of other things to wish for—mainly that I’d known then what I know now.  And of course that would’ve changed the way our lives are today . . . well, we went off on a silly tangent about how both our lives might have been affected if I’d known then what I know now. We had a good laugh and in the end decided it’s best not to spend time wishfully looking back.

Later I was talking with my son Greg. As we talked, he would relay something I’d said to his wife, saying, “Mom said . . . ” Finally I asked, “Do you ever put the phone on speaker so Julie can hear too?” He answered, “Sometimes.” He paused. “But not when I’m talking to my girlfriend.” I laughed, “No, that might not be a good idea . . .” He continued, “Julie doesn’t put the phone on speaker when she’s talking to her boyfriend either.” By this time we were both laughing, then he said, “But, I’m mad at her boyfriend.” Through my laughter I asked why. He answered, “Her boyfriend’s neglecting her, I’m getting too much time!” (I could hear Julie laughing too. Thankfully she has a good sense of humor. )

Then the time my granddaughter, Alana, had prepared and served Thanksgiving dinner to a house full of people. I complemented her on doing a wonderful job, she said, “I was beginning to wish I had a prozac lick.” I thought that was so funny because I grew up on the farm and I got a clear mental image of her hurrying around the kitchen swiping at a ‘prozac lick’ ever so often.  ( As a childI was fascinated by the cows and the salt lick. )

Oh, the fun of simple things. Live each day to the fullest, and laugh with those you love. So, until next time, find laughter where you can, and keep God in your plans—He cares! 🙂 🙂 🙂

MaryJ

 

 

 

 

Grounding . . . a new science?

   

 The air’s cool, the grass is still damp, and no this is not another ramble about the wonderful season of fall, although it could be. No, it’s Saturday morning and the neighborhood still sleeps. No sounds of lawn mowers or people hurrying to work. Just cool, quiet, peace as I sip my hot coffee and do my grounding.

Grounding is the simple act of walking barefoot or sitting with your hands on the ground. Modern research shows real health benefits of practicing this regularly. ( regularly means more than twice a month … 🙂 ) Not to mention how good it feels.

My mother knew nothing about grounding, but she knew she had a houseful of kids to keep shoes on. We went barefoot to save the leather for school and when we visited the grandparents. Life was good! 🙂 Growing up I think I went entire summers without shoes on my feet—Mother didn’t know she was grounding us!

But, if you think about it, the God of heaven created the earth first, then his people. Scripture says He created us from dust, the earth. Makes sense to me that my body and the earth are integrated—kinda like my children and me. And yes, we have a need to stay in touch, hmmm, yeah, grounded.

Check it out with Dr. Mercola and Clint Ober on youtube.  http://www.mercola.com/

Hope you had a wonderful Saturday! Until next time, keep God in your plans. You’ll sleep better! 🙂 🙂 🙂

 

 

 

 

Just this morning . . .

I stepped outside to the smell of fall. A smell that raised my nose to sniff the air like a trained bloodhound. Only the keenest of noses ( like mine ) knows when summer turns the corner. I love smelling fall in the air, it puts me to thinking . . .

Wouldn’t it be something if we could smell, or feel when changes were about to take place in our lives as in the seasons? If one morning I shivered, rubbed my arms and said, “This is the day I win the lottery—the smell and feel of it is in the air!” ( That would be nice ) Or that a large painting I did three years ago was going to sell later in the afternoon? That would be nice too . . . but . . .

What if I could feel when there was going to be an accident on the way to the bank, or that the dog would run away and the freezer would go on the blink . . . hmm . . . talk about hiding under the bed twenty-four seven.

The changing of seasons is a natural thing, nothing to stress about when signs of it start happening. Some enjoy seasonal changes, others dread it depending on which weather conditions are preferred ( fall is my choice ). I feed the cat, smell the air once more and step back inside, thinking . . .

 It’s probably good that life plays out the way it does—unfolding by the hour, day by day with me not knowing everything that lies ahead. Probably? In Genesis I read that after each day of creation God looked and saw that it was good. Well, no wonder . . .

But I do like it when I wake with an unexplainable feeling of excitement, an anticipation of what the day may bring. Like this morning—I find the arrival of fall exciting. So, okay, I’m excited by small things.

What excites you in the mornings? I challenge you to name something . . .

MaryJ . . . bye until next time, and  keep God in your plans—things just go better. 🙂 🙂 🙂