Wednesday, December 31, 2025

Open the Eyes of My Heart

Have you ever felt as though you were walking through life with a blindfold on? Feeling mostly empty? Only existing, having no real purpose or vision for what your life could be...should be? That was me, some 52 years ago.

Soon after realizing I was truly void of anything that gave life to my days, and then relinquishing my rights to myself, one of my favorite songs quickly became, "Open the Eyes of My Heart" written by Michael W. Smith. The basics of the song was repetition of these words:

 Open the eyes of my heart, Lord

Open the eyes of my heartI want to see YouI want to see You
To see you high and lifted upShining in the light of Your gloryPour out Your power and loveAs we sing holy, holy, holy
Open the eyes of my heart, LordOpen the eyes of my heartI want to see You
I want to see You
Amazing Grace was another one of my favorites as a very young Christian (at 27 years of age), written by John Newton. 
"Amazing Grace. How sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me. I once was lost, but now I'm found. Was blind, but now I see. 'Twas grace that caused my heart to fear, and grace my fears relieved. How precious did that grace appear the hour I first believed." 
I could feel the lyrics as they filled me up. It's as if I became one with them. The words from these 2 songs gave me strength to transition from darkness to light. As bad as living in darkness is, if it's your life, it's hard to let it go. Familiar territory is at the very least...familiar. The unknown can be de-stabilizing, cause loss of "friends", and turning your back on what you've known for so long. Even when it is a frightening existence. At least it's YOUR frightening existence.
I knew something had to change. Once I gave up...once I had gotten to the end of that proverbial rope, I begged God not to forget about me. Not to leave me, now. Even though I had turned my back towards him, I desperately needed Him not to turn His back towards me. Trustworthy. Faithful. Omnipresent God. The God of my fathers, who I really didn't know. I knew about him from all the teachings I had sat under; from the everyday Scripture readings and prayers offered, being raised in a pastors home...yet...I didn't know him.
As I began the journey on this new, and very narrow path, I realized tunnel vision was something I needed to keep the distracting forces of yesteryear from pulling me back into the abyss as flash-backs popped into my mind, without invitation. I needed focus. Both of those songs kept me grounded and would instantly bring tears of gratitude to my eyes as the music played and the spirit made alive. One might say they were the building blocks of my new found faith in God, the Father...Jesus, the Son...and the Holy Spirit. Something we, as human beings, as spiritual people having an earthly/human experience, need. 
Removing the distractions was a must in those early years of denying myself while God restored my innermost being. What a journey it's been!
When I glanced at the clock this morning, it read 4:44. My first thought was, "Wow! I actually had a full nights rest!" The next thought was, "Hmmmm...the number 4 (in the Bible) refers to creation, earth, stability. God's order and his presence in the world, and being ready for whatever His plans may be. Completion." I took this as instruction from the One who truly cares, who loves unconditionally, who guides those who listen...as a reminder from whence I came.  
Then...I looked at my day planner. Wanna know what I had written down several days ago in the notes section for the beginning of 2026? 
"Prayer for 2026: Open our eyes LORD, that we may see. Ephesians 1:18. 2 Kings 6:17"
As always, here you will find me...in Mary's World.

Sunday, December 28, 2025

"Nobody Is Coming For You, Mary"


These words, spoken by a client/friend, settled ever so gently into my spirit. They were intended to calm, to validate, and to assure me. She and I were talking about my husbands upcoming trip to Missouri. The trip I never, ever, look forward to. He gets so excited about the trip, never concerned about what it might mean to me. He knows I'll be okay and just chooses not to worry about it. Too much to look forward to, I suppose. His family loves seeing him and they make sure any family member within a 100 mile radius, knows Dennis is coming in for a visit. I'm happy he gets the opportunity. Time sweeps us off our feet much too quickly. It's just a time I must do battle. Alone.

Without going into too much information, I have struggled with safety issues most of my life. Fear of the unknown (and sometimes the known), admittedly, has held me much too tightly in its grip. The swiftness of my feet, and the strength of my legs, have helped me escaped more situations over my lifetime, than I care to admit. But now that I'm older; now that I'm in the "twilight years" of my life, I'm not so quick. Stealthy? Yes! Still very watchful. Not much escapes my sight. For that I am thankful. 

Since my retirement 7 months ago, I find myself understanding my friends words even more. There have been moments in my life when someone has spoken much harsher words; words that felt unjust, but have lingered inside me...for my good, actually. Words that made me sit up and take notice. Much like, "Hey! You're not listening! Pay attention!" Those particular words weren't spoken. It's just how they made me feel in the moment. And I did take notice.

But now, these new words have taken on a slightly different meaning for me. I know my husband loves me. I know my kiddos (adult ones & little ones), love me as well. Yet, everyone has their own life to live. And the old man that lives with me (his old lady), gets glassy eyed within a few seconds of me sharing anything that doesn't immediately catch his questioning/might-be-interested mind. So, I tire of wanting to share. And I walk away. Alone. But not alone. He's here. I know that. That's comforting. Still, no one to talk with at any given time my brain comes alive with "news." 

No one is coming for me. And I have a LOT of pent up words needing an avenue to be released upon. Most likely why there is a deficit of bodies with listening ears available to listen...

Anyway...I've said it more than once. Ones happiness cannot depend on others. One must create their own happiness. Not to be confused with joy. Joy remains, regardless of what "mood" one may find themselves to be in. Joy remains in spite of circumstantial evidence. Sadness and lonely feelings come around to lock us down. They show themselves when one doesn't take the time to cherish life. To count their blessings. To acknowledge the grace they live in. To enjoy the moments of solitude they've been given. The moments of quietness. And I get that...

Synopsis: I think I just need 15-30 minutes of communication daily...or weekly. We could negotiate that. This could be a New Year's goal. 😁

As always, here you will find me (watching the steam come from my tea pot)...in Mary's World.






Friday, December 26, 2025

STOP! DON'T STEP OVER THAT LINE!

Christmas has come and gone, for 2025. It was a great time with our little family! As it usually is. But, now it is time to shake ourselves and leave the old behind. At least the used up part of it. Memories last. As they should.

Today's post is a snap-shot of what it's been like since I spoke the word I didn't think I'd ever speak. "Retirement."I seriously thought I would have to be hauled away (while in the middle of doing someones hair), on an EMS gurney, stretcher, cot...whatever that thing is called they put dead bodies on. But, it didn't quite work out that way.

Now, some 7 months later...

I can feel myself waning; my strength not as it once was. I suppose that is natural, yet when I see women who never seem to tire, I want to know their secret. But if it's spending a couple of hours in a gym, I'm not interested. I know I won't bring myself that much discipline when it comes to lifting weights or running on a tread mill. To be fair, I don't see that many people these days. This retirement thing has stolen my "want to" and I fear I am becoming a bit lazy, a bit hermit-ty...occasionally.

Knowing this would happen at some point, I was hoping it wouldn't be this soon. My 79th birthday is about 6 months away, so maybe it's time. Something I have noticed, however, is that if I'm excited about something, my body, mind, and spirit seem to kick into a unified force that supports each other as the task(s) are tackled. They don't tire until the mission is accomplished. But...if disillusion creeps in on any front...well...I might as well stop whatever it is I'm doing because the rest of the day doesn't go so well. Then all I want to do is hide away with no interference, propped up on my bed watching anything on TV that will make me laugh. 

The questions come fast and furious, now: Am I turning into a cranky old woman? A snippy, out-of-touch individual? A spreader of dark clouds? Will my children's children want to come see me ever again? Or will it be a constant, "Do we HAVE to go see Grams?" And lastly, but certainly not least, complaining is getting so much easier to do. UGH!!! Nobody likes being around a complainer...not even me.

I knew taking an early retirement (yes, 78 years old is early for me) would prove to be possibly the biggest challenge I would face in my lifetime. And 7 months into it, I've found that to be very true. Adjusting has been interesting. Days ticking off with no makeup on my face (that's kinda nice, actually), hair never coifed (just brushed), and my poor brain allowed to become inactive...mostly, while sitting in front of a monitor screen. Oh, it's searched for information to pick apart. It's searched for why I should believe something to be true, or not true. And...it's learning new things about gardening. Or maybe it's just refreshing itself, much like when you tap that circling arrow at the top of this page, to do a refresh. But, mostly it searches for challenges within its grasp to overcome, a bit more quickly than adjusting to retirement has been. 

We'll get there. By hook or by crook. What does that even mean? Guess I could play along and do a deep dive...I do have the time. πŸ˜‘ Maybe I should start the mundane action of putting away allllllll the Christmas decorations that took me a full week to get up. Beautiful as they may be, the main event they ushered in is now in our rear-view mirror and it won't return until next December.

Focus, Mary. Focus! Time for a New Year's Resolution. *wink *wink. But, where to start? We must know where we are, to get to where we want to be. So....

Here's what we know: 

1) Doing the same thing over and over, yet expecting different results, is the definition of insanity. Right? 

2) Not willing to change the circumstances causing the boredom, is accepting a defeated spirit. Not a pretty sight. 

3) If we continue on this path, it will destroy us, causing death of mind, body, and spirit. Not necessarily death, death. But certainly a decaying process must take place. If we don't use it...we lose it. Agreed?

Things I know I MUST do: 

1) Get back on track with taking my daily walks. Those ALWAYS refresh me. 

2) Begin my daily exercises...again. These really do help me twist (and sometimes shout), bringing my body into subjection as it limbers up. Rigor mortis is not the way to go. Believe me...

3) ALWAYS start my day with God...reading from the Word, studying the Word, sitting quietly, allowing the Word to penetrate my heart. Therein is guidance. I know this to be true. 

4) Fight the urge to do nothing. Yes, rest when needed. Just don't get in the habit of doing nothing all day long!

So....

My To Do List for the first half of 2026. For those who care, but mostly for me...

1) Begin the task of decluttering. I promised myself I would do this the moment I retired. Didn't happen. My plan is to go room by room, hopefully with little to no, distraction. One at a time. Focus will be needed, since I usually start in one room and find myself in another, moving things around to aid what I began.

2) DISCIPLINE! As long as my body allows, MOVE IT! Daily walks. Daily exercise. Daily meals (as healthy as possible). Oh man! This is going to take a lot of planning!

3) Meal planning for the week. Possibly the month. Having only two to cook for, this shouldn't be hard. But it always has been for me. 

4) Make solid decisions on what to do with left-over salon related items. That era has been completed. 

5) Always look for the good in things. Even when life throws the sour stuff my way. I know I'll fail at this on occasion, but I don't give up easily. Unless it has to do with that awful word "retirement".

I think 5 is enough. The number of grace. I'm gonna need it.

As you can see, God's still working on me, here...in Mary's World.


  

Saturday, December 13, 2025

But What If I Don't Like Flies???

Awake at 3:33 AM, I rose with the intention of heading back to bed after a visit to the powder room. Per usual, the first thing I do, is check the weather. A chilly 28ΒΊ told me I wasn't going anywhere except to the greenhouse to check on the condition of those depending on me for life.

Luckily, it was only 34ΒΊ degrees inside...not to the freezing point...yet. Still much too cold for my heat loving plants. I did what I needed to do, then headed back to my own comfort zone. The brisk walk to, and from, the greenhouse woke me up. Completely. It was great! Still not sure why I love the cold on my face so much. But I do.

As I busied myself in the kitchen, my brain began rehashing the late evening event between DW and myself. I had gone out to the greenhouse to shut the homemade heat source down for the evening. Unbeknownst to me, the fuel had sucked itself dry and now only the "wick" was burning. Oh wow! The greenhouse was filled with gray smoke that threatened to choke out my babies. And now, me...

Capping off the heat source, I sent a text to DW to please come help me. Windows needed opening, fan needed started, and I couldn't breath, nor see because of the burn effect coming into my eye sockets. I thought, "This could be it for me. I may collapse right here and no one will know. Especially Dennis because he's still in bed. Fast asleep." If I had stopped for just a minute to consider there couldn't be carbon monoxide filling the place (because its odorless and I could clearly smell fumes), I wouldn't have gotten into such a frenzy. Plus, the fuel burning was clean denatured alcohol. But the neurons weren't firing so well, even though the cold early morning air had closed off all my pores, my eyeballs wanted out of their sockets and my lungs were collapsing. 

Dennis rarely gets in a hurry, and staying true to form, he wasn't coming fast enough (for me, anyway), so I stepped outside and called his phone. Then he appeared. Not very happily, he says, "You do know you can draw more flies to honey than with vinegar, right?" I wasn't in the mood...

Bringing you back to this morning...as I was pondering this, I realized I don't like flies. Why would I want to draw flies? Good question. Right??? Who in the world thought ANYONE would want to draw flies and so then decided it would be a great thing to make up an idiom that would last throughout eternity about them? Furthermore, why do FLIES symbolize getting someone to cooperate with you? Weird. Am I right? Do we really want those nasty creatures cooperating with us? Well....maybe. Just so they can be swatted and destroyed. Kind of counter intuitive, wouldn't you say? Okay, now. No hate speech, please.

Something to consider: Personally, I think this particular saying is false. I would think you could draw more flies (should you actually want them), to vinegar. More so than honey. Vinegar is acetic acid. It fools flies into thinking there is some sweetness to be had. Like, maybe ROTTING FRUIT! Yum...πŸ™„ Dumb flies. I'm probably overthinking this...

However...if you know me...

Yep. I went digging. So as not to bore you to death (unless I already have), read on for the simplest explanation I found.

"I just found out something amazing about flies, vinegar, and honey that turns this old idiom on its ear! I read about the design of a fly trap that attracts them with vinegar, but traps them with honey. It's an inverted jar, and the flies, lured in by the smell of the vinegar (vinegar smells like rotting fruit to them, which they adore) are tricked into going higher up the jar, where the sides are coated with honey. They get stuck on the honey. I think the basic meaning of the saying remains intact, that if we want people to do what we want, we should be sweet and not rude to them." – user38166  Feb 24, 2013 at 2:03 (This is from the StackExchange website)

So, maybe I was wrong. Still...why compare getting what you want, to FLIES? Why not a cuddly kitten? Manipulation? Being the conspiracy thinker that I am, I think this goes much deeper than what meats the eye. Or the brain. As most things do.

For those who want to know: This saying first appeared in America in Poor Richard's Almanac in 1744. But the saying can be traced back to G. Torriano's 'Common Place of Italian Proverbs'. So I suppose we'll never really know why flies were used for this idiom. UNLESS...it was because of the same reason it's been said to "keep your friends close, but your enemies closer." 🀷‍♀️ Aren't you glad you read this whole post? πŸ˜‰πŸ˜‚

Keeping an eye out for other nonsensical things, here you will find me...in Mary's World.


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Saturday, December 6, 2025

The Season of Whimsy and Nostalgia

I don't suppose there is any other season I love more than the one that ushers in the magic of whimsy and nostalgia. I love creating spaces that are festive, comforting, inviting, and give all around good vibes. I can get a bit carried away with that, I suppose...if I'm not reined in...and good luck with that! 🀣 

Christmas seems to have a rhythm all its own at our house. Some things are always a must have where worlds collide, and other spaces are simple little moments that tell a festive story that means the most to me. Spaces that are small, yet make a statement. The spaces that give comfort and solitude.

I would love to add an area with a card table that also works as a grazing table. A place away from the noise (if need be) where one, or two could work on a puzzle while snacking and reflecting. Or simply sit with a hot beverage and peer out the window watching the snow fall. I could probably make that happen if I put my mind to it. As Dennis says, "You'll figure it out." My only problem would be getting the weather to cooperate with me. Proof I'm not as powerful as I'd like to think.

Dennis says strong women are scary. Of course he is only joking. I think. But...he's not wrong. We are a race of determined, accomplishment driven women, that causes the masses to take a slow, cautionary step back. And we love it. *wink *wink. It's also the reason we need to stop and breathe deep and exhale slowly from time to time. There's a couple of results that come from that. One is to release all we've been carrying. The other will help us muster the strength...the focus, to move forward with what's next. It's when we forget to exhale properly that the strange, the unexpected happens. Can you relate?

Christmas does have a way of finding more gumption coming from me than any other time of the year. My body tires, but my spirit soars. And I enjoy every moment, because mid-January comes too quickly. Maybe the brutal removal of a clock with numbers having their own space on a wall slowed my roll a bit this year, but it's all good. Repairs are only a few days away.

I can tell you, though, there is one little disappointment that I have tried to accommodate for since moving from the midwest where snow was a given for Christmas. I do miss our Oklahoma fireplace with its warmth that wrapped us up like a cozy blanket as soon as we stepped inside. There is no warmth quite as comforting as a wood burning fireplace as one enters it's atmosphere when coming in from the freezing temps of a full on white-out blizzard that numbs the toes and fingers. 

My prayer for you this Christmas season is that you will be swept up in the magic that Christmas offers. Snow, or no snow. I pray that your hearts and minds will be at peace because of the gift we all received some 2000 years ago in the form of a baby boy sent for the purpose of connecting us back with the Father of life. Connecting us back to home. 

Set the stage. Enjoy the process of creating an atmosphere that gives lasting joy, here, in the natural realm of things. It's a start...

May this season of lights bring great comfort and joy as your spirit soars with the knowledge that all things are possible when the only true God of life and creation is your guide. 

Love on those who will allow it, smile at those who won't. Make lots of cookies and serve them fresh from the oven. The moments of life pass more quickly than we realize. 

Enjoy the sights and sounds...feel the warmth they bring.  

And remember, as always, here you will find me...in Mary's World.


Tuesday, December 2, 2025

Truth or Dare?


Jesus came to preach, to let all of humanity know about a love that had never been experienced, but was about to invade the world. He wanted them to know there was a way back to the father of life. He wanted them to know of the great deception that took place when Satan entered the world, but also that he had come to expose Satans kingdom of lies so that they could have discernment and peace like they had never known before.

Jesus didn't come to do miracles, although he did have the authority to do them...and did. He came to let us know there would now be a choice as to who we would serve. Wellll...actually, there was always that choice; he just wanted to remind us of it. He was going to make sure we could find our way back home and that death would not have a hold on us because of our sin nature, our self-serving desires. He was prepared to pay the price of our really bad choices and the consequences of them.

We were created to live forever and Jesus came to remind us of that. He taught that we need not die in our sinful nature. We could live with love as our guide...not hate (results of self-centeredness). He came to teach forgiveness and how to live in a world full of injustice. He came to wrap us up in the knowledge of just how very much he loves us. Enough to ignore the threats on his own life. Enough to command evil to depart from us. Enough to pay the price, the consequences of sin, even though he was sinless. For us. So that we might truly live. Not for the indulgences we so often seek, but for the peace of mind that comes with doing what's right. For seeing beyond the obvious. Beyond what our natural eyes see. To see the hidden cries of someones heart. Of our own heart. The deep need to be truly loved. Not with superficial love (if you give me what I want, then I will love you), but with love that is unconditional (I will always be for you...not against you).

He came to show us how to be compassionate to those less fortunate. To show love to those whose load is so heavy that it's breaking them. And He has asked us to share the good news with them. Not to just pray with them, but to take a step beyond prayer and be the answer to that prayer. To not only "bind up", to heal their heart, but to give out of our abundance. What if we were meant to serve others beyond praying over them with beautiful words?

Which one do you think is more important? Sharing the news of God's love for us and leading others to repentance, or preforming miracles (such as sustenance for the body)? Maybe you would say, "Why can't there be both?" But if you had to choose healing for your body, or healing for your soul, which would you choose? 

Something to consider: When Jesus healed the people that were brought to him, many times he would say, "Your sins have been forgiven. Go your way and sin no more." So...was there an automatic worship, an automatic repentance and belief of the one who healed them, thus giving them entrance into the kingdom of God? Did Jesus not only heal the body, but also the human soul at the same time? Otherwise, why would he tell them to go and sin no more (John 5:14)? There is so much more to understand here, than meets the eye. Don't just read the Word...dive deep into it.

Just how much should we trust the unknown? Are we actually playing a game of Truth or Dare? We must all decide...

As always, here you will find me...in Mary's World



Thursday, November 27, 2025

Change...the Inevitable Condition

The slower days used to feel really good when the bulk of my days were filled with hurry up and wait. The slow days of fall & winter, then, was like a warm blanket wrapped snuggly around the body, so as to keep any cold from reaching too deeply. Now, those snuggly days have a tendency to get a bit long. Oh, I still welcome this season. Very much so! However, not quite as much as when I truly needed them, being the high-strung individual that I was. There was always something to do. Something that needed done. Something I loved doing, for the most part.

During those career days, there was nothing quite as calming as a cup of hot chocolate on a cold winter's eve. Especially when I couldn't seem to sleep, eyes refusing to close as the mind reviewed the days/ weeks happenings, and slumber attached itself to others. Just not you. It's the one constant that helped this gals eyes to become heavy as sleep beckon this tired old body.

Now, my days seem to run into each other, causing me to question if it's Tuesday, or Wednesday. "Wait! Wasn't yesterday Wednesday?" I can't remember a time when this was a problem during the busiest era of life. In those days, knowledge of the upcoming day was pretty important. When life is filled with a to-do list, the brain trains itself to remember which day it is because the previous day had so many moving parts. When those parts cease to exist, the brain can get a bit lazy, a bit foggy, if allowed.

This certainly doesn't mean there aren't things to do in the winter of ones life. It simply means one begins to not care if those things get done at any specific time. The need to get things accomplished goes out the window, because no one is really counting on you to get them done. Except for the mundane necessities of life, of course. No money exchange is involved, so why press yourself? Or stress yourself? Press/stress...kinda the same thing.

Here's the rub: If we allow ourselves to get in this mind-frame...and stay there, it won't be long before the whole body begins to follow suit and shut down. The signals coming from the brain are followed by feelings of unimportance (nothing needed from the body). Of being invisible (nothing needed from the brain). Feelings of no longer being needed (nothing needed from anyone). Of simply being a tag on someones back that needs removed. And...If entertained for too long, I do think it possible for one to simply give up on living. To me, that's a deal breaker. Hopefully, it is to you, as well!

This is not meant to be a depressing entry. It is meant to be a wake-up call. A precautionary tale of sorts. If for no-one other than myself (thank you, former self).

Upon closing my business, I penciled in my day planner an entry 6 months out, that reads "Today is 6 months after closing Elements Salon. What am I doing with my life?" That was the journal entry of November 24th...just this past Monday. I'm so glad I felt the need to do that back then. Planning futuristically can be a good thing, especially when you know yourself and the tendencies that tap on your shoulder from time-to-time. Like falling into self-pity. Or finding your way through an unfamiliar forest. In the dark.

Why is being still so hard? Admittedly, it feels great not having so many demands to meet, yet the psychological impact is not to be taken lightly. It's not for the faint of heart, to be sure! Bringing ones mind into subjection is like playing a game of chess. I have no idea how to play chess. It just sounds very difficult.

However, today is a new day. The battles of the mind may pop up from time to time, but will be conquered as they appear. I will insist on this. I simply have too much to live for. To be grateful for. To reach for. Maybe that will look different than it has these past decades, but none-the-less important.

Still grateful for life's opportunities (and hot cocoa), here you will find me...in Mary's World.

Wednesday, November 26, 2025

My Thanksgiving Wish

My faith in humanity was given a much-needed "shot in the arm" yesterday. Let me tell you about it...

But first, a little back-story. When I entered the age of retirement, it became easier for me to put things off as long as possible. Yesterday was no different. The "have-to's" are fewer and fewer, if you get my drift. It's been nice, actually. Mostly.

The morning had started slow (since I had been up most of the night), and my want to had gotten up and gone. Again. Because there is rarely a demand on my hours these days, bringing my body into subjection is not always an easy task. But, I had finally mustered up the strength (mental & physical) to make a trip to the grocery store, aka/Wal-Mart, after having put it off for several days. Full disclosure: It took me until early afternoon to walk out the door. 🀦‍♀️

The day was uncommonly warm, when compared to the previous weeks of much cooler temps. Indian Summer, I suppose. Still, I took a light sweater, just in case the weather took a turn. That part is common here in NC. It can be 70ΒΊ one minute and 45ΒΊ the next. Anndddd...that may be a bit of an exaggeration, still...

It was good to be out and about. That part, I do miss occasionally. Being outside your own home causes adrenaline to pump and the senses to come alive. There really is a world outside your tiny abode. And it's mostly good. That's what this post is about.

My faith in humanity has been waning because of, what seemed to me, a growing lack of care coming from the masses. Especially when visiting large market places. And, occasionally, just walking down a street. Rarely is eye contact made, let alone a smile. Even when one is given, hoping to receive the same. Maybe it's because of the multi-lingual, the melting pot of nationalities, in which my husband and I find ourselves to be, and the fact that few (in any given space) can really communicate with understanding. Unless, of course, you are a small business owner with specific clients who search you out. But that is not in my reach any longer. Soooo...I now depend on the smiles, the eye contacts, the kindnesses shown, even though we may not completely understand what is being said. Body language speaks, it communicates matters of the heart.

It all started with a "feeling-in-the-air" type of day. It was good to be out and about. A reprieve from the reprieve. 😁 Not to misunderstand, however. I always smile at those who make eye contact with me, and depending on where I am, I may even give a wave and speak encouragement to those I meet. Today was no different in that aspect, except for the possibility of that crazy feeling of excitement in the air, maybe I was a bit much for many I met. For example...

I found myself speaking to almost EVERYONE! What the heck? I didn't question whether they wanted to hear my voice or not. It was out for whomever wanted, or needed to hear it. Pretty sure I would have embarrassed any family member of mine, should they have been within ear-shot of me. Yep. I can be over-the-top, occasionally. There was blood flowing through my veins and enough oxygen coursing its way to my brain that life just could not, would not, be denied. It was a really good day. At least for me. I have no idea what those who came into my realm experienced. They probably needed to decompress when getting back to their collective homes.

There were many smiles that responded to mine. Many voices interacted with my own. But the lady I bumped with my buggy has been recorded and saved inside the walls of my brain. It was in the check-out line. A busy, busy day, at Wally World. I always use the self-checkout because I like the way I sack my own groceries. Patiently waiting my turn, I see a spot open up. These areas are much like finding a parking spot in the parking lot. Once you spot it, you'd better make your way there, quickly. I promise I did not see the lady being as close as she was. She must have taken a step backward before the crash. *wink *wink

Once my buggy made contact with her derriΓ¨re, her face was immediately looking at mine, and once she saw who it was, said, "Oh! It's YOU!" 🀣🀣🀣  I had no idea who she was, but "I'm so sorry" poured out of me before the sound of her voice stopped. I asked if she was okay, thinking my check-out spot was probably being taken while apologies dripped from my lips. Happy meter slowed...

You can release your breath now. She was totally fine. I barely bumped her. She was startled. So was I. And she said so, assuring me she was just fine. However, as she and her husband left the self-checkout area, they swung past me (still checking my groceries), she leaned towards me and said, "Have a great Thanksgiving. Try not to run over anyone." 🀣🀣🀣🀣🀣 Okay. That brought my happy meter back up.

Everyone I met, or ran into, seemed to be cheerful. I loved that!!! It's so rare to see. Usually everyone is minding their own business, without a thought to who else may be in their scope of living life. Or doing life. Eyes and head, usually down, either looking at their iPhone, or doing whatever.

Leaving the store, I noticed a bottle-neck of people at the exit door. Thinking someone must have been stopped, for whatever reason, I made my way there only to find a rather large obstruction at the door. Yes, that is a judgement. I do have eyes. A rather large lady was forcing her way, with a shopping cart as her weapon of choice, demanding she have entrance to the one door (out of 3...2 of which were double doors), that was filled with those leaving the store. Still being on my game, as I reached her, I smiled with kind intention (yes, I did), and pointed out to her she was trying to go in an exit door. She looked confused. I was just being a good neighbor. πŸ˜‰πŸ˜ Even the doorman that checks to make sure you've paid for your goods, looked at me and shook his head. I think he sees this more than he wants to admit. The only question I have is, "Did you not notice that HUGE Exit sign, maybe can't read, or just don't care?" 🀷‍♀️

Making my way out onto the parking lot area, I'm still feeling the lightness in my step. The interaction with those in the store made me smile. So much cheerfulness coming from inside a crowded business. That's the way it should be. Atmosphere charged with well-wishes, smiles, happy thanksgivings spoken. And we actually understood what the other was saying. If only it could be that way, always...

I was almost to my car when a gentleman crossed paths with me. He said, "It's going to get a whole lot worse before it gets better." What? Then I understood. Sooooo many shoppers in one space. And yet, he said it with a big smile and ended with, "Hope you have a great Thanksgiving!" "I wish the same for you," I returned. My buggy wasn't hard to push, at all, up the steep grade to where my car waited. I loved this outing! 

My Thanksgiving wish? 

It's for a world of people who love deeply. Hearts full of gratefulness. Faces beaming with light that comes from a simple smile. Hope for the hurting, and a heart that follows hard after God. The One who made all things possible. The life giver...

HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL WHO LOVE KINDNESS. And to those who don't...

As always, here you will find me...in Mary's World.






Thursday, November 20, 2025

I'm Not Done...

No one is coming to live my life for me. 

Not my children. Not the government. Not the promises I made to myself decades ago.

But here's the thing: I am still capable of shaping the days I have into something beautiful.

Aging doesn't take my power...it reveals it.

The choice is mine.

I can shrink into the shadows (sooo easy for me to do), or step into this new chapter with strength, clarity, and grace.

I may be older...but I'm not done.

Not even close.

I'm resolved to understand this new chapter may look a bit different than what has been these last 78 years. Much different, actually. But that's okay. It feels good not having an agenda, unless I want one of course, but that concerns me a bit. Should it????

I'm not in any hurry to create something that demands a lot of my time. I do enjoy the peace I feel NOT being in demand. I just keep thinking there is more for me to do...

Releasing yesterday, as always, here you will find me...in Mary's World.

#myjourneyamongtheunseen #lifeissues #theforgottenway #newchapters #newboundaries 


Tuesday, November 18, 2025

Once A Truth Seeker, Always A Truth Seeker

I've searched for truth my whole life. Never being able to "just let it go" my curiosity has always demanded more from life. Some...many, declared me to be the nosey one amongst the group. It used to bother me. 

We all have a journey that we have been sat upon. Much like a chess board. We all have a starting place, we all have a choice in each move made, and we all have an opportunity to turn mere dust into something beautiful. Or into burnt ashes. Life is not without its challenges. For us all. I know no one who has lived a life without facing obstacles. Different for us all, yet the same.

As I grew older, and wiser (hopefully) I came to realize the only way to "win" is to checkmate the dark King. To capture the one who demands your loyalty in believing you are the total sum of what he says you are. Nothing more, nothing less. That dark king is a mere substitute for the real king, and wants nothing more than to control the light that is inside us. He wants that light snuffed out, and gets the job done with one bad choice at a time, keeping us in a dungeon of sorts with no seeming way out. We might reach for something better, but because we have believed a lie, can never seem to grasp it.

Choices. Life is about choices. What we choose to believe will be our guiding light. We may have fallen into a pit, but there is always a way out even though we may not see it for a time. It may take a bit of scraping off the cobwebs that encapsulate all the lies we believed, a whole lot of courage, and a determined cry for help when we are the weakest. That's another thing. Our real enemy wants to keep us trapped by isolating us from those who honestly love us. Our family. Our friends. And never does he want us considering the only person who can literally save us. Because if we entertain the thought of there being something better for us, something that will give us real life, that truth will destroy him and control will be lost.

I believe we were  born with a North Star inside us. A place reserved for our creator alone. Until we realize the light he provides; until we realize we were created for greatness and not insignificance, that part of us will remain void. A lonely place. The light we were born with diminishes to a mere flicker once we buy into the lie that we don't have value. Our eyes become dim as we look at a beautiful world and see only destruction. Until we search for truth, not "our truth", but THE truth...until we come to the end of struggling to be who we were never intended to be, our life will be nothing short of miserable. After all, what does it profit us to gain the whole world, but lose our soul in the process? 

One last thing. We can search for truth in all the wrong places without even realizing that is what we are doing. Blinded, you might say, to the reality of any given situation. But there is always a way out. Always. Searching in the right place would mean to bow our knee to releasing self-centeredness, and allow that North Star to guide us. A good place to start would be to verbally ask God to show himself to us. It will always be a personal destination. Others may point you in the right direction, but a relationship with God is always personal. We are unique to Him. Each having a "special assignment" as it were. Sure. There is a broad, sweeping likeness in us all. Yet God's stamp upon each of us is unique. Not one thumbprint is the same. Isn't that interesting? Each journey leads back to Him. Our choices determine how long that takes.

My adult "plumb line" is to measure the truth of any situation with just how much peace it brings, or how much unrest it brings. Do I need to wrestle with demons from the my past (that's a for sure red flag!)? Or can I move forward, knowing that it is the one who created me, who placed his "North Star" inside me and loves me unconditionally, that directs my steps? No matter the journey...

He is our light in the darkness. Our flickering flame that can't be extinguish. Our flame to light the way.

As always, here you will find me...in Mary's World

P.S.

Having been fed so many lies most of my existence, I have an indwelling resistance to deception on any level. I seriously cannot stand to hear the words, "I was only kidding! Can't you take a joke?" No...I cannot, I will not receive deception of any kind. By the way, not telling the whole story is a form of lying. With-holding anything is hiding the truth. Partial truth is a non-truth, when it's intentional. I would much rather receive the wounds of the truth than to be fed a lie...a deception that damages so much more than the simple truth would. And, how does one trust another when they speak lies? I don't think that is what God meant when he said to forgive. Yes. People change. I changed. But until that day, know that I'm not interested in non-truths. 

#myjourneyamongtheunseen #theforgottenway #lifeissues #truthseeker #flameseeker


 



Friday, November 14, 2025

When Life Demands A Walk

When lonely feelings begin their descent...take a walk, breathe deeply

When your voice feels unheard...take a walk, breathe deeply

When others seem consistently prioritized over you...take a walk, breathe deeply

When isolation becomes the answer to seeming invisible...take a walk, breathe deeply

When peace gives way to fear...take a walk, breathe deeply

Humanity is made up of mind, body, and spirit. All three need daily attention. To deny this as a truth, we have lost the most generic understanding of life and have allowed ourselves to believe there is no way to live it well. We believe the lie that "this is just my path".

The world has a way of closing in on us when attention to the simplest demands of living a life full of promise caves in, ultimately handing it over for a much lesser existence. To be sure, change is the only constant in anyones life and it demands we pay attention to detail. It demands we bend, lest we break. And bending doesn't mean exchanging your belief system for someone else's. For something less than what you know to be true.

What it means is to trust the process. To feed our mind, our body, our spirit. What it means is to trust the only true God, while simultaneously putting our hands, our mind, our body, to the task of creativity within the realm of minutes, hours, days, we have been given. 

This is our time. Blink, and it's gone. Do we really have time to entertain loneliness? We have been given everything we need to overcome deception. That's what loneliness is, ya know. Deception telling us we really aren't that important. Deception that encourages us to just give up. That no-one cares. That this is a road we must travel...alone.

Take a walk, breathe deeply.

As always, here you will find me...in Mary's World

#myjourneyamongtheunseen #lifeissues #theforgottenway #deception #lonelyfeelings #Godismystrength




Thursday, November 6, 2025

She Rises and She Glows


I heard a song last week that spoke to me. Just wanted to share it with you and leave it here, as a reminder to me, when I visit my blog. You should look it up on You Tube. 

COPY & PASTE: https://youtu.be/1HeGYr05IOE?si=k-8Vqr9VOd1a35t6

LYRICS:

She doesn't need to shout her nameShe's walking sunshine through the rainWith every no, she found a wayShe's smiling brighter every day
No map, just dreams she made her ownShe's the kind who grows alone
She rises, and she glowsDancing through the highs and lowsFrom quiet roots, a garden growsShe's got that light, and now it showsYes, she rises, and she glowsOh, she rises, now she knows
She laughs like hope's a melodyTurns old doubts into harmonyEvery stumble, every scarShe's turned them into works of art
She's not late, she's right on timeRunning free, and in her prime
She rises, and she glowsSpinning dreams in twirling clothesShe told the dark it had to goNow look at her, she's in controlYes, she rises, and she glowsOh, she rises, now she knows
The world said, "Wait, " she said, "No thanks"She built her life on dancing planksShe's a wave, she's a sparkShe's the light after the dark
She rises, and she glowsLetting all her colours showEvery step, a brighter flowShe's the rhythm in the roadYes, she rises, and she glowsShe rises and it shows
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Linhy Banh

As always, here you will find me...in Mary's World

 

Friday, October 31, 2025

Proof That Football Unites People

I'll just start with this. I am NOT a fan of the game of football. The constant noise that comes out of the tv screen blocks any chance of a creative thought making its way through the firing neurons as the background clamor and pandemonium ensues circling like vultures in my brain. Most of those who know me, know my brain is wired for constant choice making. Constant decisions to be made about this or that. Some real. Some not so much so. Its why I refuse to decide which pizza to have on any given Friday or Saturday night, and why I refuse to speak by telephone to AT&T. Trivial non-essentials, in my book. It simply puts me in a state of nervous confusion. And, who decided it would be a good thing to toss, or kick, a pigskin ball around just so opposing sides could clobber each other. "Sorry I broke your neck (or back) with that last tackle, bro!" "Sorry it was my action that crippled you for life, dude." And while we're at it, why is it so exciting to see someone get hurt so badly? I suppose that really isn't the way it is, but still... 

Anyway...

If you know me at all, you know I LOVE this time of year. Yes! LOVE, LOVE, LOVE!!! It is the hope I cling to as summers heat ravages everything in my line of vision...even myself. Not to say there aren't days of summer that I do enjoy...just not nearly as much as when Fall kisses my face with temps cold enough to cause a blush on the cheeks. Anyway....

My crisp morning walks are becoming friendly morning walks all of a sudden. Most people out as early as I am are focused on getting back to their starting point, I suppose. Rarely do I get a response to my "Good Morning" until the weather cools down and puts a bit of a spring in walkers walking. And even then...just every now and again. But for the last couple of weeks I have noticed a distinct difference!

It wasn't until this morning that the room where my thoughts are processed (aka/my brain) convinced me the smiles and "Good Morning" coming back to me, was because it is FOOTBALL SEASON/!!! Oh my gosh! Duh!!! And..I WAS WEARING AN OKLAHOMA SWEATSHIRT!!! It's my morning outer wear for temps lower than 45ΒΊ. Huge letters spread across the front of my clothing was causing people to befriend me! And here I was thinking they were finally noticing The Girl Who Walks and had decided she was a pretty good egg. Always friendly. Always wishing them a great day. Why not reciprocate the beautiful smile she always offered. Except for the occasional days where she seemed pre-occupied. Days when she seemed distant...

So...there is this delightful elderly gentleman (about my age, I would guess), that I have seen on my morning walkabouts. He was quickly becoming a constant in my morning sightings. He wasn't going to be the first to speak, however, so I did my regular "Good Morning" with a half wave until the day came he finally spoke to me. He was wearing a Tar Heels jersey that particular day. The words didn't come until we met. Me heading Northeast, while he headed Southwest. A cautious half-smile spread across his face as he pointed to my shirt. "Oklahoma," he said, as he pointed to my shirt, and just as quickly pointed back to his. No words. Just letting me know he was a Tar Heel fan. Okay. Great! "Have a great one," said I, as we continued our separate journeys. 

Each consecutive day, our friendship began to grow. I think it must have blossomed this morning. He wanted to visit! "Hey! Who do you think will win this weekend," he asked. "Ummmm...I don't have a clue," I said. "I'm not the sports fan in the family. My husband is and he buys me these shirts and makes me wear them. I actually don't know anything about football. Who do you think will win?" I continued. I was so happy someone was talking to me! After the initial look of complete disbelief (I may have just lost his friendship), he said, "Do you know who Oklahoma is playing this weekend?" "No." He opened his jacket and showed me a plain orange tee-shirt. No letters, no words. Just an orange shirt. It meant absolutely nothing to me, yet the neurons in my brain struggled to navigate the matrix of all it had stored from years of data processing. Nothing...

He seemed like a well spoken man. Someone who maybe had a lot of degrees hanging on a wall(s) back at his house. Very nice man. I liked him. Still nothing on the orange teeshirt, however. He picked up on it. "Tennessee!" he said. Like I should know. 🀷‍♀️ Noise, so much noise. That's all I could drum up. Still, I've made a friend. I think...

We talked for a bit as he shared about the multiple degrees he had from Tennessee State (I KNEW IT) or maybe it was Vanderbilt, got lots of love from his dog, and then we went our separate ways. Maybe I should watch the game this weekend. I think I'm busy, though. Maybe another time. My new friend thinks Tennessee is going to win, simply because "Oklahoma seems to be having some issues" according to him. I'll have to check with someone I trust to know (possibly DW) if they truly are having issues. It's a "need to know" issue. Or possibly just a FOMO. πŸ˜‰ Come on, Oklahoma!!! Shake it off! Show us what you are made of!!! You're OKLAHOMA for goodness sake! Go Go NEO. Oh wait...that's the college in Miami. Never mind...

Please take note of my first effort at knowing what football is about. You did see each contenders logo in this post, right? πŸ˜‚ You have my new friend to thank for it. I'm probably embarrassing my husband, right about now.

Connecting to, uniting with football fans (to an extent...let's not get crazy here), here you will always find me...in Mary's World.

Saturday, October 18, 2025

This Thing Called "Retirement"

Never in a million years would I have believed you, had you told me retirement would cause my vision to shift to one of "I really don't care." I have cared about everything I've ever put my hand to; sometimes to the point of exhaustion. Starting with vision, then intentional goal planning and getting all my ducks in a row, straight on through to the execution of said vision. And it changed more than I should admit, with many fails, but a whole lot more wins. Over the years, I have worn many hats that required full attention to detail. But now? Well...retirement has caused my breathing to regulate to a more calm state without so many "needs" and desires. Almost to the point of feeling useless. It's only on occasion anxious thoughts arise. 

It does seem as though I have stepped into a more relaxed environment. It's nice. Mostly...

Promising myself, and many of my then clients, the first thing I would do when the business shingle came down, would be to tackle my home. One room at a time. It would be time for decluttering, not just for my own sanity, but for that of our girls. They would have a much easier time of going through Mom's STUFF, once this season of life expires, if it had already been gleaned of the unnecessary. It truly was a solid plan. And it is still waiting for me to activate it...5 months later.

To be honest, there has been a fair amount of distraction keeping most of my attention on the desirable and a bit less on the harder task of choosing what to throw away, what to donate, and what to keep. Being an entrepreneur for 50+ years hasn't helped. I keep seeing $ signs going down the proverbial drain. My brain keeps thinking about how I can still recoup a bit of the loss of retail (and all those decorations!) that was left over from the big closing sale. I've actually been somewhat successful in the endeavor, but since my husbands experience of dealing with a Marketplace pickup, I'm less prone to advertise. Thinking of a possible Garage Sale, at the moment. And since I've organized my fair share of those in Oklahoma, and know how to get the best out of the chaos it creates, I think I'm up for it. Yet, not really looking forward to what it will take to do one here in North Carolina. Still...

Recently, DW and I visited a bit about how different we are since retirement. While still working, we purchased things we needed, or just wanted, and it never seemed to daunt us. We did it without a second thought, knowing the out-go would quickly be replaced by the dual income. Having lived a simple life, spending never got out of hand, so we rarely thought twice about handing over the money for whatever it was we wanted. That has changed. Drastically. We now count every dollar that goes out because not much comes in to replace it. No dual income these days. Not even a single income, for that matter...other than a minimal reimbursement from all the money we handed over to the government while working. We began our retirement with a decent "nest egg" that only continues to shrink as life goes by. Maybe it's because we are accustomed to watching that egg grow, not become smaller, that is causing this uneasy feeling inside. Still, if the stock market holds steady and continues this upswing, that might cause tight shoulder muscles to relax a bit. 😁

Maybe a garage sale is in order. Time will tell. Ahhhh...retirement. A place of depending on how one feels at the moment, with no real agenda to get accomplished. No dead lines. No casualties if it doesn't get done today. Still...if not now, when? Good question.

DW says I worry too much. He may be right...

As always, here you will find me...in Mary's World.



Thursday, October 9, 2025

The Girl Who Walks - Episode 5

It's been a minute since I wrote about the girl who walks. My influencer. My encourager. My inspiration. The last post about her, was on September 12th, 2024. At that time, she was going through some unexpected challenges and had to discontinue the walkabouts, so she might give herself time to heal. It was a sad day when the sun began to rise and she could not make the morning journey she had become accustomed to. The fresh breezes whipping her hair and causing her face to become rosy with the cold fall morning air rushing past, was something she was going to genuinely miss.

Those morning walks were more than just exercise for her. They were therapy. Creativity always came front and center as she envisioned all that could be. All that was within her reach if she only believed it possible. Those were the times of renewal for her. Times of quiet meditation as each foot slapped the roadway as if they were drum slap mallets, slapping a drum. She kept rhythm with each contact as if it were music instructing her of the value of life. Reminding her just how much she was loved, even though she battled to believe it. Those were the times God reminded her just how deeply SHE loved, and why. Those were the times she was reminded of the release from captivity of years gone by and how to bring every thought into subjection. To say she missed those times is an understatement.

The year between then and now, has brought so much change in her life. What she had always known, did a 180, and she began living a life that feels as if it must have been meant for someone else. This transition has required her to rethink many things. She's always known the beauty life brings, but now she has the time to notice more than what surrounded her when life was full of distractions. If she can only let go of what was...  

And now...she is back! The ligament that encapsulates the outer edge of her foot and stretches up and around her ankle, seems to have repaired itself nicely. It still reminds her, from time to time, to not over-do it. Still...the fresh morning elements beckon her...and she can't resist. She can't resist the urge to "come for a visit, child," as the Father of all, whispers her name.

Today's "feels like 45ΒΊ "early morning weather provided the most amazing comeback she could have dreamed of. As she walked, her fingertips became chilled, the skin on her face welcomed the cold wind, and her hair grabbed every movement presented. There was a briskness in her walk that said she was back for the long haul. At last, she was alone with the God of the Universe, and possibly an angel, or two, out strolling on the neighborhood's quiet, early morning streets. 

Had it not been for the gentle reminder of tightening pressure the once-damaged ligament provided, she would have kept walking. Maybe another day, since we are heading into the cooler months of the year. Maybe the foot issue will strengthen as she uses it. I can't wait to see where these walks take her and what is spoken to her heart as she listens to the music of the steps.

Walking again, here you will find me...in Mary's World. #myjourneyamongtheunseen #walkabouts #lifeasIknowit #changecanbegood #theforgottenway #earlymorningwisdom