The Lady’s Not for Turning

Margaret Thatcher, The Iron Lady National Portrait Gallery London, England   The beginning of each year brings new goals and aspirations for many of us. Since we’re going into the second week of January, I thought a little Monday motivation may be helpful to remind us to embrace our resolve and “fight on.”   “You turn if you want to. […]

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Tuesday Tunes: Unconquerable Soul

Bermuda   “Invictus”   Victorian poem by English poet, William Ernest Henley 1849-1903     Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.   In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.   Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.   It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.     Because….. sometimes, life is a little like a difficult relationship.     “Knock me down it’s all in vain, I get right back on my feet again.”   ~Pat Benetar    

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Green Hill Farm: A Retrospective #3 — Faith

This is the third and last of the Retrospectives on restoring my family’s home.  Have a wonderful weekend! 🙂 Looking back on the experience of saving my family’s homeplace, I’ve realized that not only was it a gesture of love, but more importantly, it was an act of faith. Faith, or wearing my rose-colored glasses as I like to say, sustained us through difficult times and propelled us forward. I don’t know where we would have been without it. At the beginning of this journey, shortly after my parents offered us the homeplace, my mom and I took a walk through the house. I remember walking through the dark, dimly lit downstairs hallway, the musty smell of rooms left undisturbed for too long, and cobwebs carefully covering yesterday’s treasures. I remember slowly climbing the stairs, counting each one as I went up. It made me think of Granddaddy. He once shared a story of the time his Grandmother Rieley visited when he was just a boy; she asked, “John, how many steps are there?” He quickly replied, “16!” He told me that he knew the answer because of the many, many times he had carried firewood up these very same stairs. So, after climbing all 16 steps and arriving at the top, I began to look around. Metal and plastic buckets, and maybe even a pot or two, sat strategically placed to catch any drips of water. I glanced around […]

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True Grit

This post is inspired by a conversation with a very good friend. *I was given permission to share this post by my friend. A friend of mine received some rather upsetting and stressful news this week regarding something that has a significant impact on him.   A decision made by others as well as the ramifications of this decision are the sources of his anger and frustration.  This is a person who is intelligent, fair-minded, hard-working, and successful.  And, the injustice of this decision process as well as his perceived powerlessness is one of the reasons he is in such a negative state.  He shared that he felt as if he’d been “kicked in the gut.”  After some discussion, I learned that the initial decision was grounded in an endeavor to do “the right thing.”  Although this decision was meant to be a positive change, it was not discussed and taken through proper and standard channels before being decided upon.  Nevertheless, the decision was made.  The galling part is how this decision is now being handled by others and the unfair impact on my friend and his peers. Understandably, my friend is in a funk and having a rather difficult time accepting this news.  I listened and agreed with him regarding the injustice and unfairness of the matter.  But then, I said, “You’ve got to accept this and let go of your toxic feelings about it.  There’s no use wasting […]

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