Thank you…

Thank you, to all my followers, for your continued patience, since I have not been posting on a regular basis. I have been busy working on projects, including writing and painting. Soon, I hope to show you, what I have been working on.

I want you to know, that I read your blogs every day. You all are incredible writers and artist. When I read your blogs, they give me a smile or a chuckle and sometimes even a teary eye. I want to thank you, for being there and taking me on your journey.

870. A hug makes you feel good all day. ~Kathleen Keating

Beautiful post…. From a beautiful person. Please check out her blog, you will be glad you did.

Sacred Touches

A hug delights and warms and charms;
that must be why God gave us arms.
~Author Unknown

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A hug is the perfect gift:
one size fits all, and
nobody minds if you exchange it.
~Irvin Ball

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Love is a circular emotion
that surrounds you, like a hug,
~Jarod Kintz

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One word can end a fight;
One hug can start a friendship;
One smile can being unity;
One person can change your entire life!
~Israelmore Ayivor

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Cherish her, and she will exalt you; embrace her, and she will honor you. ~Proverbs 4:8  ✝

**images via Pinterest; collages by Natalie

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Time for sleep

I sleep with one eye open, trying to get some rest

It doesn’t matter what I do, I’ve tried my best

Trees scratch on the windows pane, I think I’m going insane

Neighbors are home, kid is screaming, because he got a new drone.

I wish I could tell the kid off, but he’s not my own

I get up to make sure the window is closed

Back to bed, I’ll have another go

Five minutes later, the damn phone rings

I try to drown out the noise, but it won’t stop

I jump up out of bed and trip on my shoe

I’m laying on the floor, I yell “F You!”

I make my way to the phone, but nobody is there

I look at the phone, it was a blocked number

Phone is now off the hook, won’t be a bother

Next minute you know, someones at the door

Screw this, I’m going back to bed

I need my rest, before I…

I’m back in bed, with no distractions

Here I go, 1, 2, 3…

10 minutes later, I need to pee

Once Upon a Time…

I found a wonderful blog by Clarissa W. Atkinson. Great posts…. Enjoy!

The Oldest Vocation

In 1955, right out of college, I found one of those jobs in publishing so dear to history and English majors who could afford them. We were paid almost nothing, which was considered OK for girls, at least if they had parents who could give them a winter coat for Christmas and bail them out in an emergency. Health insurance wasn’t necessary in those days, when a visit to the doctor or a prescription for an antibiotic cost very little. If you shared space, you could even rent an apartment in Manhattan; with three roommates, I lived near Second Avenue in the80s. We had a duplex two-bedroom apartment in a funky old house with a lot of charm – and a lot of cockroaches, but who cared? Right above the bathtub on the second floor there was a skylight that offered dirty and difficult access to the roof. We…

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The Old Man and the Blackbird 



The blackbird sits by the window.

Waiting for his friend to rise.

The old man wakes up and walks slowly to the window.

He opens it just slightly to let his friend in.

“How are you feeling,” the blackbird asks.

“Tired, but fine my friend,” the old man replies.

The blackbird shakes his feathers and looks the old man up and down.

“You haven’t been eating much, have you,” says the blackbird.

The old man answers, “just a little here and there.”

“You have to keep your strength up, so you can enjoy this beautiful day,” the blackbird replies.

“I really don’t feel like going outside.  I feel tired today. It’s been a long week.  I can’t stop thinking of Martha.”

“Martha will always be with you my friend.  I promised her, I would watch over you.”

The old man stops for a moment to think, then answers, “I remember when I found you under the tree, you were so small.  I brought you home and Martha made you a tiny bed.  As you got older, you would go outside, but always come back.”

The blackbird replied, “you and Martha will always be my family.  Now it’s time to take care of you.”

“What will happen when my time comes, my friend, where will you go?”

“I will still be with you, just like Martha.  You need not worry.  Now, please eat something.”

So, the old man sat down at the table, took a sip of wine and sliced some bread. He tore a piece of bread, to give to his friend.  That night the old man celebrated with a plate of sausage and cheese.

His mind was now at ease, knowing the blackbird was indeed a true friend.


(C) 2015 ACV

How To Be Happier And Enjoy Life

Check out “The Return of the Modern Philosopher.” Austin is a fantastic writer.

The Return of the Modern Philosopher

bad dateI’ve received many emails from Modern Philosophers who aren’t out in the dating world, asking me to write a dating tips style post to help with other life issues.

I tasked the interns with contacting all of you to see what kind of life tips you’d like, but since this blog has almost 14,000 followers, one of them might not have gotten to you yet.  Please be patient.

In the meantime, an overwhelming number of those contacted asked for tips on how to be happier and better enjoy life.

Challenge accepted, Modern Philosophers!

I don’t think this is a problem that can be solved in one post, so tonight’s article will focus on identifying the things that might be making you unhappy.  Once you figure out what’s causing the unhappiness, you can work on being happy.

Make sense?  Good.  Here’s my best guess as to what’s got you down…

happy 1You…

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The Good, the Bad and the Ugly

The good: I am writing a novel. The bad: If I share any content, it would most likely not get published.  The ugly: I have previously shared my writings from two novels, that I am working on. As for my new project, I can not get advice from anyone online, because I should not share my work.

For the past month, I have been working on a novel, possible screenplay, but choose not to post what I have written on my blog.  What I have learned from WordPress is if you want your work to be published, you should not share any of your work online.  In previous months, I shared paragraphs of two novels, that I am working on.  I was very excited, as I was writing, now my hopes of publishing, those two novels, have since deceased.

So, after reading opinions on WordPress, as well as researching publishers, I came to the conclusion, that I would not post my current project online. What I am working on now, is 75% fiction and 25% fact, that could slightly be another reason, that I am hesitant to post my work online.  In the end, I have realized that what I am working on is very important to me, as well as a lot of people in regards to the subject of my writing.

So, my question to you is if you are working on something which you want to publish, would you share any content of your writing online, which would include subject matter?

Or would you just keep it to yourself, until it is published?

I’m Finnish

I love to read blogs, that can make me laugh.  Here is a post from a blog called, “Storytime with John.”  The writer has a way with words, that will keep you amused.

Storytime with John

I’ve been asked to provide five possible short stories, which display language errors – for a Korean made English language book – I suppose the aim is to point out possible mistakes that could be made, so that English learners don’t have to make them personally! Anyway, I have to get them done by Sunday! Phew, that’s a lot of work! So yeah, rough and ready; here is the 3rd of 5*: 

It’s great teaching younger children English if their language level is advanced – as they possess the same playful imagination you can always expect from kindergarten kids – but they can also express themselves properly through their spoken words too!

I remember with my class last year, we used to have a running joke which I’d orchestrated in order to try and correct some bad grammar they’d picked up from another teacher. You see, any time they had completed their…

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Ode to Veruca

As I started thinking, of all the different candy that is made, it made me think of Veruca in Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory.

So, this one is for you Veruca…

I want it now, I want it now!

It’s mine, It’s mine!

I want candy, all the time.

Peanut brittle, give me more.

Candy corn, here I go.

Bubble gum, yum yum.

Toffee and lollie’s, make me jolly.

Candy is yummy, sweet for my tummy.

I want Butterscotch and peppermint sticks.

Malted balls, that will do the trick.

More salt water taffy and cotton candy!

Jelly beans any kind, I don’t mind.

Carmel and gobstoppers, now I’m in trouble.

Feeling sick, darn those goobers and pixy sticks.

Oh my, what’s next?

No black licorice for me, but I’ll try a chocolate kiss.

I love Bon bons and white chocolate.

Peanut butter cups, are the best.

I forgot the rock candy, sitting in the dish.

Jaw breakers, might do me in.

I’m getting sick as sin.

Chocolate nuts and chocolate bars, I think I have taken this too far.

What’s that noise? Oh, its mom!

I have a candy wrapper stuck to my arm!

I jump in bed, sick as can be.

Mom comes in and looks at me.

What’s that smudge on your check?

Oh, I just ate one of my sweet treats.   😉

Your cheatin’ heart, is what drove us apart

Please don’t go.

I am so sorry.

You know, I love you.

Give me another chance.

I will change, you will see.

Maybe, you should have been nicer to me.

Don’t leave….  But, I  love you.

How can you leave me?

It was only once, it won’t happen again.

Your leaving, because of that?

It doesn’t mean anything.

I was just…  I don’t know.

I really do love you honey.

You are my world.

How can u do this to me?

******

To you…?

Well, let me see.

You say you love me, but you don’t.

Your cheatin’ heart, is what drove us apart.

I can’t trust you, I never will.

Nicer to you?

You treated me like an old shoe.

You won’t change,  it never happens.

I need to be free, from your obsession.

You never treated me, with an ounce of  dignity.

I hope you find, what you’re looking for.

It’s not going to be me anymore.

I am stronger, then you know.

I am finally, walking out the door.