For the Hundredth Time

Marking a milestone here.  This is my 100th post.  I’ve been trying to come up with something clever, or at least interesting.  But isn’t that what I’m always trying to do anyway?

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This blog has been an outlet for my concerns, opinions, and observations.  As in the heading I note that it’s about my take on life, liberty, and the pursuit of personal growth.

It’s not really a journal - that would be more personal.  But it is a log - a composite account of how time has affected me.  Time is not constant or consistent, we just measure it in different ways.  My time on earth is from a certain point in the past to a certain point in the future.  What was the main point of all it all?  Looking back at some of my posts, I see my life had points of:

☀ possibly teaching others lessons whether I was aware or not

     Living Lessons of Life   Mar 1, 2018
     Keeping Up Appearances   May 5, 2019

☀ learning and sharing that we are more alike than we
realize and we know it deep within

     We Remember   May 13, 2018
     Life As We Don’t Know It   Jan 27, 2019

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☀ feeling empathy for others, especially for
the powerless and to make their
concerns known...

     Power to the People   Mar 4, 2018
     Belongings   April 1, 2018
     The Traveler (poem)   Jun 24, 2018
     Take Care   Jan 5, 2020

   ...and sometimes that meant sharing
moments of my own vulnerability

     The Little Girl That I Was   Dec 2, 2018
     Being Different   Jan 20, 2019



☀ sharing my beliefs in being positive and
encouraging the same for others

     Listen Here   May 20, 2018
     Time to Go    Dec 29, 2019

☀ knowing I made choices, for better or worse,
and learned to accept them; encouraged
others to do the same

     In Between Life and Death   Aug 12, 2018
     Fortunate One   Jan 26, 2020

☀ having learned to live in the moment

     One of These Days   Nov 11, 2018
     It’s Always Time   Nov 3, 2019
     Calm the Chaos   Dec 1, 2019
     Realizing This Moment   Feb 9, 2020

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It seems most of my life’s point, or purpose, was to encourage.
 encourage - verb - to inspire with hope, courage, or confidence.
Sounds pretty good to me.  🙏💖🕊

There's a time for everything, and a season for every purpose under heaven (Ecc 3:1).

So...what time is it going to be after I’m gone?  Well, time for me to get to know my ancestors a lot more than I did when I was alive! 😃  But for now, see you here and on twitter. Take care.  Theresa M



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....here's an oldie but a goodie, dedicated to my ancestors:



Welcome to the Past     (from April 7, 2019)


   I enjoy spending evenings with my ancestors.  They tell me stories of where they lived, whom they married, their kids and grandkids names.



  Especially in the winter when it is so cold, maybe snowy, I enjoy the warmth inside.  Using my imagination I picture their homes, towns and villages.  I can sense their aching muscles from a long day’s labor.  Their tired eyes dozing off as they sit by the fireside.

  And in spring I continue enjoying their company, as I watch for new leaves to sprout and grow on our trees.  More adventure, more tales, more history.  The wind brings their voices to life.  The rain washes away the boundaries.  The sunlight illuminates each person, yet some are a bit of a mystery still, staying in the shadows.  It’s okay, I understand.  Not everyone is sociable.  Some are shy.

📷 Lafayette, LA 1938 Russell Lee photo

  Here another evening of discovery and wonder passes.  The moonlight beckons me to rest.  The book closes for the day.  But my ancestors are always welcome back again.     Theresa M

📷 Old Stones cemeteries by yarmouthandacadianshores.com


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