Celebrating the Little Things

The big things in life are important. Births, graduations, weddings, life-changing events all mark the changing seasons of life. We recently have had a "life-changing" event (in a future blog) and it will definitely be a new season in our life to which we will embrace. But this morning I was reminded it's the little things that keep me going on ordinary days. Fresh perked coffee, a smile from a stranger, first spring rain---small miracles that are easily taken for granted yet make up the stuff of everyday life. Celebrate the small things in life. Celebrate what you accomplished today. Celebrate the fact that you are alive, breathing and blessed by God.

A Bone to Pick

Once again I am behind on blogging. And once again someone said to me, "I have a bone to pick with you." Well, that got me to thinking about where that phrase came from. "Bone to pick," dates back to the 16th century, simply refers to a dog chewing endlessly on, and "picking clean," a large bone. A "bone to pick" is thus a subject or issue that is expected to require considerable discussion or argument. A similar phrase, "bone of contention," meaning an issue over which two people argue, also dates back to the 1500s and refers, appropriately, to two dogs fighting over an especially choice bone. Here in the States the meaning is the same. A 'bone to pick' is an issue to be discussed and resolved between individuals. Hopefully this blog should resolve that grievance! I find it interesting that this phrase dates back so far. And we still use it today! I am going to have a dog bone on hand at my desk. Just for those times when I "have a bone to pick". lolol Thanks, Pat!! Keep those lines coming! I love it!

A must see

I'm just going to blog about an awesome video. People making the effort to change the world with music. Peace be with you.

www.playingforchange.com

Then watch the video: Stand By Me

Fly-fishing

Just saw another article in a magazine about the group of women known as "Sisters on the fly". they are a group of ladies that have vintage trailers and love to fly fish and ride horses. I have never been fly fishing but imagine that I might like it. The solitude, scenery and gracefulness of the sport. I love the waders that they wear. They remind me of the little rubber boots I wore on the farm as a kid. There are easier ways to fish, but I think this is an artistic, challenging way. One of those times when I would be proud of myself that I made the extra effort to do something the hard way.