Shadow on a Picket Fence
Shadow-like your real self, is distorted by the space between the slots of the pickets and the direction of the light source.
You are as your shadow is, thinner perhaps, in your mind. You do not have the impact or recognition you wish, or thought, you once had or might have now. But, the shadow is a distorted version of you.
It really does depend on the direction and strength of the light that is focused on you and Who is shining the light, what kind of light is focused on you.
Self examination almost always shines a harsher light than a true friend or soul mate would. Why is that? Why don’t we see our strengths, our gifts, our value as easily as we see those qualities in others?
I think its time to use the noon-day sun, muted by a gentle breeze over an otherwise placid lake to find your own depth and inner beauty, your outer charm and dignity, your reflection of your worth. I once heard, “God don’t make no junk!” I think its true–how about you?
Does your picket fence elicit safety of home and hearth or distortions of shadow and light?
Wasted Talent
“The saddest thing in life is wasted talent.”
–Chaz Palminteri, “A Bronx Tale”
That talent can be anything from painting a picture, to writing a note or writing a novel. Whatever you can do. Listening is a talent not everyone can claim, but it is a sorely needed talent. If you watch a tiny ant you will know that every living creature has a purpose, a talent that he/she was meant to use for the benefit of all.
Whatever talent you have is valuable. But, you must make an effort to use it…know that you are enough, you are talented and don’t waste that talent by not using it. We are all here to contribute something
Ask yourself, what can you do today. What small thing can you do that will show you are here. There are no accidents…you are here for a reason, not a place holder for someone more important…you are that important person.
Make it a fantastic day.
Sometimes You Really Need Someone who…
Listens. A Human. The supplemental insurance program Humana – has Human
in its name but there are no humans working there…at least none that I could find to talk to when I wanted to report what I thought was abuse. Even my agent was not available when I called him. Had to leave a message on their mechanical answering machine.
We have become a nation of push button robots. There are no PEOPLE to talk to. You could of course perhaps wait 45 minutes to an hour to speak with someone who may or may not speak English – I do live in America and used to expect that was our native language, but more and more that is not the case either. It is so frustrating.
So it’s not Is there a woman I can talk to but is there ANYONE a human being that I can talk to.
There are a couple websites I may try to see if they are human or not. www.mommasaid.net
These websites are supposed to be enterprizes started by real women who really care about others. Unfortunately, after wasting my day trying to reach care givers and medical professionals and insurance people – I — being retired and all, must be on my way to work to pay for the medicare supplemental insurance I have that covers NOTHING and I can’t even speak to a real human being when I have a concern.
Have you experience similar trouble? Let me know, and maybe together we can find a network to help us all get what we need. Someone who is human to listen.




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