Hiatus Time

Dear Friends,

I’m leaving blogland for awhile (again), and I’m not sure how long I’ll be gone. My muse just left for her Christmas vacation, so the timing works out fine. :)
Anyway, I wish you all a peaceful, joyous, and safe time during the holidays
and a very Happy New Year! 

Sending hugs, love and blessings,
Lauren ♥

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You Calm Me

When a tornado storms
through my work day and
my desk is the aftermath
When my brain is frazzled and
I’m ready for a bubble bath
I may hesitate when the phone rings
because there’s so much to do
but when I hear your voice
I know I’ll pull through

Lauren Scott © 2015
:)

On The Wings Of Peace

My friend, Sue, shared this post from Teri in Ireland, and hopefully many are spreading the ripples of peace. This is my turn and may you find it in your heart to do the same. With love and blessings, Lauren ♥

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During the 1980’s, Mike Bryant created a Peace card. He hoped that by sending it to friends and relatives, they would sign it and re-post, and a chain of Peace would spread around the world. I have to admit that I never got around to sending on the card. I wish I had, but as Mother Earth heaves with sadness, and her people are drowning in sorrow and grief, I offer this Peace chain, to join with other Peace chains along the way. With today’s technology words travel further and faster. Taking up the sword is not the answer. Peace is the answer.


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Image of world globe from original card by Mike Bryant

Wings of Peace is author’s own.

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Warmth and Wise Words from Tuesdays

As a piggyback to my previous post, everyone has their struggles, moments when they feel defeated, when they need to cry. (Because of the situation, our moments will be ongoing until..well, we don’t know. We only know what we know right now, which entails a lot of gray area.) But after the moments, they get up, they move forward, and they smile again.  One day at a time and all is good…thanks again to all of you who offered prayers, hugs and support…

This weekend, my daughter and I did some Christmas shopping (avoiding black Friday madness), and it was a great mom/daughter time. Santa brought me an early gift, something I needed, adding some fun (and warmth) to life…

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“Behind every successful woman is a fabulous pair of shoes”  :)

 

 

 

 

To those of you in the U.S., I hope your Thanksgiving was peaceful and special. And for everyone visiting here, I hope your weekend was the same!

I’m re-reading Tuesdays with Morrie, written by Mitch Albom. Long story short, Morrie was Mitch’s old college professor, who was dying from ALS. Most of us has someone special in our lives who made a heartfelt impact. For Mitch that person was Morrie. Mitch met with Morrie each Tuesday for Morrie’s last class. The subject was The Meaning of Life, taught from experience. Although Morrie was dying, he kept a positive attitude. Through his genuine, loving, and heart-tugging manners, he taught all who knew him “how to die so they could learn to live.”

I’m ending with advice from Morrie (so much profoundness in this book). It will change your perspective on life…

Mitch asked Morrie, “do you ever feel sorry for yourself?”
“Sometimes, in the mornings. That’s when I mourn. I feel around my body, I move my fingers and my hands-whatever I can still move-and I mourn what I’ve lost. I mourn the slow, insidious way in which I’m dying. But then I stop mourning.”
“Just like that?” Mitch asked again.
“I give myself a good cry if I need it. But then I concentrate on all the good things still in my life. On the people who are coming to see me. On the stories I’m going to hear. On you-if it’s Tuesday. Because we’re Tuesday people.”

My wish is that when you leave here, you take away something positive that will benefit you in your life, in whatever you’re going through…

Much love,
Lauren

 

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Dear PSC,

Your invisibility plays havoc
On how she is perceived
For when you strike,
She hurts and so do we

You don’t show your face
The pain is from within
But it’s no less horrific
Yet she won’t let you win

She’ll fight with both fists
Even from the ground
You may land a good punch
But you won’t keep her down

Our hearts hurt for her
She’s our precious daughter
We’ll fight you by her side
Come hell or high water

Lauren Scott © 2015
(for S ♥)

Today

This morning
I wake to the end

of a week
The sun will soon
join me
for the day to begin

But as I drink my coffee
and type these words,
people are fighting
for their lives
against ugly diseases

Homeless men,
women, and
children
are trying

not to freeze

As I relish
this moment
of peace,

strife is invading
many lives
without invitation

all around the world,
Our world

So I will not
take for granted

what others long for

Lauren Scott © 2015

(more thoughts than a poem)

Above All Else

I can’t figure it out.

I’ve pondered and analyzed
to my heart’s discontent

and still, nothing makes sense.

I think I’ll take a walk
into the woods,
to be embraced
by the gentle breeze,
to be touched by
serenity,

and I need to see the trees.
They have a keen sense
of awareness,

so I’m going to ask them.

Yes, the trees will know.

Lauren Scott © 2015