A Trinity-of-Conscience:
Intelligence 3: Embrace Sweet
Trilogy-of-Life Joy
In
any “worthy” examination-of-effort---let the scrutiny begin with…simple-humble me!
Do
“lowly”-I register even 1-point on a treasure-measure
scale intending Truth-purpose?
Seventy-years---and…counting.
Too short for a few; too long for others. Hmm!
When
I was sick-near-death---a lot of
people prayed…but, I lived anyway.
Just my irreverent manner toward the “wants” of those around me, I reckon! A: Rebel! Rascal! Rogue!-penchant!?
So
very often Blessed! And, confessing---un-deserved!...Though
never un-accepting!
Caandy!
Beth! Becky! Z. Tyler! Lauren! Lexi! Anna Marie! Now, there is a Pat-hand!
Amen!
I
had the kind of children my parents must have prayed for---but…got me!
Of
course, the salvation in that stain is that our kids take after their mother: Angel-Candice!
On
the fortieth anniversary of her birth, I gave Lovely-Lady Candice a fire-red
Mustang GT convertible with a white top; 2 months and 1 day later, she gave it
to Becky for her 16th birthday.
I
have purchased and given a fleet of cool
sports cars over the years; I still
do not have one!
When
one of the minor “Royal-elites” was queried about taking a jet plane on a 125
mile trip since the celebrity was a “mouth” on global-warming and the carbon-footprint, she effortlessly, and,
without thought (a recognized penchant) venomously replied: It was going there---anyway!
And,
I recycle! Maybe a “minor” consideration; but, it is factual; takes an extra
effort.
I
have planted over 10,000 trees! How is that for countering the terrible
“carbon-footprint”?
It
seems fashionable, even, necessary,
to be a “victim” in this world in this day and age; I choose not to
participate. The few bully-types I
encountered wilted at the very first
resistance through strength challenging their faux “elite-ism”. People create all of their own problems.
Happiness is a “choice”;
no one else can make you “feel” one
way or another; only---You!
Practice
Christian-generosity in thought, word
and deed; choose quality-value and virtue!
Be
“Worthy” of all that you hold dear;
practice the “Golden Rule” absent condition.
Send
flowers for “no” special occasion, just to say “I love you!” for the express-truth
of it.
Call,
in the middle of the day, for no special reason other than to whisper-true “Hello!”
Try
“understanding” and “compassion” instead of “I told you so!” for satiating
rewards.
Embrace
Mother Nature for all her gifts: sun, clouds, rain, snow, ice, seasons,
night-moon.
Stop!
Inhale the fragrant roses; allow the beauty-perfume to embrace your thought
patterns.
Ride
in a row boat and read poetry---even…relieve her occasionally by rowing sometimes.
Buy
ice cream for a kid; have some yourself and laugh when it drips on your shirt.
Seek:
Truth! Live: Honesty! Spread: Joy!
Enjoy: Life! Practice: Love! Fear not! Follow Me!
Take
a deep breath; consider all of your blessings; let the frustrated-anger
dissolve in love.
Kiss
her once, then kiss her twice---and…do it all again! Love! Is where you want it.
Soften
the eyes for a blissful view of the eternal beauty which is life; kiss the morning
dawn.
Pet
a horse and dare ride-wild the wing-ed unicorn o’re white puffs in a cerulean
sky.
Climb
the highest mountain; sail-free the deepest sea. Remember to choreograph: Love!
Skip
rocks on a silver-surface reflective-lake and count the circle-Blessings offered there.
Tell
a tale. Write a book. Sing your song. Embrace Love! Share life’s Treasure-measure!
Learn
to appreciate music---the love-melody is…the vacant-space between the notes! Amen!
When
all is said and done--- laugh
easily…especially at thy own faux-folly presented-plain.
And, in such end
as comes---Joy!
Live!
Love! Laugh!-Intend…
Faith!
Family! Freedom!-Purpose!
Plus:
Day 252
“Matilda”---the
calf on which Dad performed CPR
When
one fancies himself a cattle “rancher”, one has to be a “breeder”. Hmm!
One
of the feeder cattle we purchased on our “big” cattle buying venture turned out
to have been bred by the previous owner’s bull; she was way too small to
deliver a calf.
We
called the vet when it became obvious to us “city-folk” that she had been bred.
He came out to examine the heifer and decided she was far enough along that he
could safely take her calf by Caesarian operation. Wow! I had never heard of such a thing with an animal. But---Why not!?
So,
we rounded the heifer into the barn, got her onto her back and began the show.
Daughter
Becky wanted to become a veterinarian at that early time of her life; she and
some neighbor kids clung to a wooden gate above the vet and our calf as the
“business” began.
As
soon as the vet shaved the belly of the little heifer, daughter “wanna-be” a
vet, Becky, disappeared; that was all she could take of the “operation”; her
friends watched the whole thing.
Once
the vet had extricated the “new” calf from its mother, the newborn was not
breathing.
The
vet hung the infant cow on the wooden gate panel and pumped its legs, turning
the chore over to “farmer”-Carl as the professional returned to tending the new
mother. I reckon I did a good job because after about twenty minutes of “CPR”
the little tyke began breathing on its own. That calf came into this world with
two strikes against it but developed into a nice heifer.
The
kids named our newest addition: Matilda!
YEP! Another “pet” to the menagerie!
And---Nah!...I
don’t want to be a vet, either! Seeing my own blood doesn’t bother me, not in
the least, but, I can’ bear to see another creature suffering in pain. Becky is
a fine Civil-engineer!
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Cattle-rancher” Memories!
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