Country Music

I love my country music

Any country music

From the heart

From the soul

From the stories it tells

The memories it stirs

The oldies and newbies

It tells our histories

Our past and present times

Our future

It keeps us living

The dances

The radios

The rides down the road

Country music

Takes me on the

The ride of my life

It can

Break my heart

It can mend my heart

It can open my heart

It can bring me peace

It reminds me of

What I want to be

Ballads

Classic

Traditional

Christian

Bluegrass

All come together

On the radio

Phone

Cd

To Reminds me of

The life I want to live

It keeps me on track

It touches my heart

My soul

My memories

what my past is

And what my future

Can hold for me.

I love my country music

The singers

The musicians

The writers

Who seem to know

What matters to me

Who seem to know

How to reach inside me.

Intrusive

Yesterday I deleted my Facebook page.  I wonder if I'll be missed.  I did it because:

I got an email regarding their ----- We're writing to let you know that we are proposing updates to ourData Use Policy and our Statement of Rights and Responsibilities. These two documents tell you about how we collect and use data, and the rules that apply when you choose to use Facebook. Our goal with these updates is to make our practices more clear.

I decided not to choose to use Facebook.  It started as a friendlier site and has become intrusive.

Another intrusion is gays and lesbians.  I know and have known both.  Some are friends.  I don't want to see the trails of their life style everytime I turn on the TV.  I don't want to hear of their problems every time I turn on the TV.  I don't want "special laws" written for them.  Laws should apply to everyone.  But what I really don't want to do is go to public restrooms with a born he.  I don't want to have to explain anything to any of my grandkids.  In a womens room if you look like a lady, go to your stall, do your business, wash your hands, and leave.  Don't try to force me to support you.  Just get on with business and move on like the rest of us.  

Reading

I read mysteries, usually murder mysteries, no not usually, always, no not always, but to often sometimes.  Somewhere after I retired I got into searching for foreign mysteries and have been so surprised to find so far two authors who write great books, and are packed with new thoughts on life, on cultures, on right and wrong, on living life.  I have to say we all are tied to our locations, city, state, country, hemisphere, world.  What influences us is our surrounding, not only people, but past, country, history, family, and probably most important family history.  I say most important, because to know your past will help you understand your future.

Louise Penny is a Canadian writer who has written a series of books that not only introduces you to life in Canada, but problems that are similar to ours and how they are the same and different.  I started at the beginning of her series and am now waiting for the next one.

Hanning Mankell is a Swedish writer who I found not to long ago, but his detective is so realistic you have to agonize and sympathize with him.  Again start with the beginning and go through the series.  Kurt Wallender is the character and I appreciate a realistic person who is scared to death sometimes, unable to live with killing a criminal-taking a life any life.  He is slowing realizing how the world is intruding  on Sweden and how crime, horrific crimes, are starting to occur in their country.

I guess I've learned much from both of these writers.  From Penny, that the Gregorian Monks were the first to write down music--go figure.  Before them is was played by memory.  From Mankell, how life is changing all over the world.  I've been to South Africa with him, to Russia, and now back to Sweden.  If I visited Sweden it would have to be in the winter and in Ystad.  

Both writer touch on religion, Penny more than Mankell, but both bring new thoughts and ideas.  Sometimes funny, sometimes not.  Well I've got to get back to my book.

How did I learn of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit?  I know he has always been with me.  I look back at my life and only wish I had started this journey earlier.  As children we are at our parents, in my case, I think, grandparents mercy.  I never remember my mother or my grandparents stepping foot in church.  We never had a conversation about religion or their beliefs, I got my early learning from my friends who were for the most part Catholic.  I loved the mantias, the confirmation, the beauty of the Catholics, even if I didn't understand what it was all about.

I went to friends church sometimes, not Catholic unless it was a wedding or jamica.  My first memory of being in Church was the First Christian Church in Laredo.  I went with my friend Nancy Gardner.  Her father was a Sunday school teacher.  I remember I had fun.  Didn't really know what to do during church, but did like everyone else even when I took communion.

I went to the Episcopal Church a few times.  I realized right away it was a lot like the Catholic church.  Loved the ceremony of the service.  Still do.  I feel like I am closer to God on my knees.

Prodigal

What I learned this Sunday at St. John's Episcopal Church in New Braunfels TX.  Prodigal doesn't mean what I thought it means.  The prodigal son wasn't the lost son who came home but the lavish living son who came home.  My oh my does that not change things.  I never really new what prodigal meant.

Definition of prodigal

adjective

• 1spending money or using resources freely and recklessly; wastefully extravagant:
  

• 2having or giving something on a lavish scale:
  

noun

• a person who spends money in a recklessly extravagant way:
  
  
  
  
  • (also prodigal son or daughter) a person who leaves home to lead a prodigal life but later makes a repentant return.

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Did You Fear It?

Did you see it?

Did you fear it?

Surely not the lady

She was 80!

It must have been

In her eyes

The fear replaced by 

forgiveness or peace.

It was

Our Lord's Arms holding 

The Lady in his arms

The comfort she found

Did you see it?

Did you fear?

It could be yours

If you had only known

She could have led you to it.

I pray you find it.

The Voices

This isn't an I hear voices post, but a voices post.  I can't explain what it is, but some peoples voices have the ability to bring me up or slam me down.  Anyone know what I mean?  Weird, I know.  Paisley, at three has a feel good voice.  She can brighten my day by talking even if she isn't talking to me.  Her voice makes me smile.  Jasmine's voice is a voice that hesitates, is thoughtful, and is keeping something back, more often than not a laugh.  Know what I mean.  They are genuine. They haven't learned to beguile or exploit, or manipulate.