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If Only You Believed in Miracles Baby

Let’s believe in miracles, baby.

Notes Tied On The Sagebrush

Do you believe in miracles? This was from my generation. But I think many of us lost some of our beliefs along the way somewhere. “If only you believed in miracles baby we’d get by….”

Jefferson Airplane via Vevo on You Tube:

Reblogging this post because I love the song and the founder of the group Jefferson Airplane and lead singer for this song, Mary Balin, just died 9/27/2018. This music still holds up today.

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Boisterous?

I do not feel boisterous since I am getting over a vi-er-us. It was not the worst cold (and cough) I ever had but it was not the best way to spend the holidays. Felt like I was sitting out the holidays, literally. Not that I like a lot of raucousness and crowded parties. But it has been a bit dreary even for someone who likes quiet.


Just Jot It January. Today’s prompt word ‘boisterous’ is provided by Dan Antion of No Facilities. Featured image of ‘Owl’ by Mark Coleman on Flickr.

Hermitage

Resolved, not to make any New Year’s resolutions. A definition of Hermitage via Google “the dwelling of a hermit, especially when small and remote.” Well I am not a hermit but I would keep this promise to myself, to always have a small place where I can go to be by myself with my thoughts and maybe some books, even if it is an imaginary place. I will keep my hermitage.

I like the setting of this tiny house in the desert but would not like the transparency and it would be very hot in the summer. Have to have my privacy. January 2 is World Introvert Day. 🙂


Stream of Consciousness Saturday is hosted by Linda G Hill. The prompt for today is ‘resolution.’ Featured image of Tiny House via Pixabay.com. Image of tiny house in desert by Nicolas Boullosa on Flickr Description: translucent tiny house in the desert of arizona (within Taliesin west)

Grandparent Buddy

A lovely story about a Baby Buddy, a volunteer Grandparent.

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“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are grey

You’ll never know dear how much I love you

Please don’t take my sunshine away.”

This would be the best job, “Baby Buddy.” Needed some good news after all the terrible news lately, and this was just the ticket. I got to spend some time with my little baby buddy Grandson Gavin recently, and that is always so special. ❤


One Liner Wednesday is hosted by Linda G Hill.

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Something You Otter Know

Q: What do you call a group of resting otters?

A: A raft. To keep from drifting away from each other, sea otters will wrap themselves up in seaweed, forming something that resembles a raft.

Group or Raft of Sea Otters via U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service

This is Sea Otter Awareness Week according to US Department of the Interior.  Click on the links and see more images and read 12 interesting things about our sea otters.

 


Featured image of Sea Otters in waters around Glacier Bay National Park in Alaska by Becky King of the National Park Service. Giff of Sea Otter from Monterey Bay Aquarium via Giphy.com

One Liner Wednesday is hosted by Linda G Hill.

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Talk of Sealing Wax

“The time has come,” the Walrus said,
“To talk of many things:
Of shoes–and ships–and sealing-wax….-Lewis Carroll

In the BBC film version of Pride and Prejudice (1995), Mr. Darcy stays up all night writing a letter to Elizabeth Bennet in an effort to clear himself of unjust charges by Mr. Wickham. He seals the envelope with sealing wax stamped with his signet ring. This letter writing scene was not in the original book by Jane Austen. In Pride and Prejudice, letters were the way of conveying information from a distance. Or in Darcy’s case, a way to speak from the heart without speaking face to face. The people in the story had to wait to find out what was happening with their friends and family. There was no texting, emails, or phone calls. I remember, not so long ago, this was the way we communicated. There was something special about receiving a handwritten letter. There was the anticipation built up of when the letter would come and the excitement of its arrival.  There was noting the choice of stationary and the handwriting of the sender. Sometimes it could be hard to read some of the words depending on the penmanship. There could be cross outs. You saved special letters in a box. I remember I liked my writing to be clear and hated to cross out words so I would end up throwing out cards or paper and starting over. You wanted your lines to be straight inside and on the envelope, and you might pick out special postage stamps. I remember my mother in law, my husband’s aunt, and I addressing my wedding invitations by hand. For my daughter-in-law’s rehearsal dinner I picked out special postage stamps with images of wedding bands. I have a Montblanc fountain pen that I have to fill with ink. Texting or emails just can’t compare. How romantic to receive a handwritten letter sealed with wax with impression of a signet ring. I miss letter writing and receiving handwritten letters.

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday is hosted by Linda G Hill. The prompt words are sealing/ceiling. Featured image of illustration from Pride and Prejudice by C. E. Brock via wikimedia. Image of letter with wax seal by Charlotte Gilhooly via Flickr.

A Friend In Trouble

A sweet lady Irene (IreneDesign2011) is in need of our good thoughts. You can send good wishes in the comment section of AnyRose’s post.

Connecting Beyond

I was just notified this morning that a good friend of mine, Irene (IreneDesign2011), is very ill in a hospital in her city.  Her daughter, Claire, requested help from me to get the word out that her Mother needs prayer, Light and Energy, good thoughts, sent now.  If any of you know Irene will you please reblog this post and assist me to get to as many of Irene’s friends as possible so they know about this situation?

The following is the exact message Claire, Irene’s daughter requested I write in this post:

“I am not sure who is reading this but I hope it is read by Irene’s friends and followers.  I am her daughter, my name is Claire, and would like to give you an update on this story.  As I cannot guess her password to the computer, I cannot write a separate post for you to receive…

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