I was just thinking, what is we worth, what makes us be able to say we have accomplished  something in life, are you just important than a rich man, or a rich lady, or do you just have to be handsome or beautiful to say you are somebody.
I believe that every human on the planet is someone, they are important just because they are. Now I also believe that sharing Love is important, that if you have love inside of you, you will  Love. Love your family, friends, and the ones that hate you, Love isn't selfish.
I believe that the things we have, we buy are not that important, unless they are helping you live physically. Our wants some of them we can do with out. But people are important more than things are in my book. We, or some of us have lost the ability to connect face-to-face, something I love to do. I can tell a lot face-to-face. That's why I don't like talking on the phone much, to me the phone is just for short information to get across, like making Doctors appointments, and telling someone the direction to your home, or getting help.

I make dolls, doll houses, paint and make hats sometimes. I make these things for someone else to enjoy. It's to give someone else joy.  And when I make these things, it is done with love in my heart.
Well I will stop now, not too many read my words anyway so I know I may not get any feed back, but that's ok, I just getting things out my mind on to online pages.

Repeat Relationship

How do you tell a person with out hurting their feelings that they are not what you are looking for. Do you just be truthful or drag it on. But I do think this person knows that I am not digging everything they do, or say. they just hanging around to see how much I will let them do. I think I answered my own question. This just showed that my soft heart got in my way, or cutting it short and to the point.

This is the day I turned 53 years old, I am loving my 5o's I just broke up with a guy the day before and I believe I did the right thing for me. I shouldn't have even started the relationship. I always thought that I would get smarter as I got older, but it took me two week to let the relationship go. I don't feel bad or sad about it, just relived that I didn't let it go on for too long.  Live and learn they say. Had a ball on my birthday, danced listen to music I love and got birthday wishes from family and gifts.

I had set a goal that the next man I would let in my life would have to have number one , a job, #2 a ride, #3 believe in GOD, #4 be caring and loving to me. #four his own house. I found a guy that has none of this. What was I thinking I couldn't tell you, must of been nothing. So I decided today to end it. May I stick to this rules next time, if it's a next time. Praying for wisdom.

On The Farm

I want to write a little piece of the story my Uncle gave me, when I asked him to write about how it was when he grew up. And this is it.


He wrote:  On the farm where we grew up we were considered poor.  We didn't have much money, but we had plenty to eat.  All kinds of trucks patches, we grew at our farm, such as corn, potatoes, peas and beans.  And we made our own Sorghum Molasses.  It was made by grinding up the sorghum cane with a pair of mules pulling the grinding.  We raised hogs, cows, goats, turkeys, chickens, ducks, geese and genies.

So we were happy sitting around the fire place at night baking sweet potatoes, popping corn and reading books by the lamp light, also cracking jokes.  We were never lonely, we was always surrounded by neighbors who would come by and spice things up with stories, jokes, laughter and gadgets.  We would listen to the radio played by batteries.  At night sometimes we would go outside and stay for hours, like midnight or to one in the morning.  We be catching lighten-bugs, june- bugs and toad frogs.  Just having a lot of fun with stuff like that. We also played with tires and the game of hop-scots.

So very different then now and even how I grew up. Seems to me they had more people time. Time to be with each other. I am sure he misses it some times.  I hope he don't mind me telling some of his story.

Beginning

I began again with a new relationship, don't want to said much just it started long ago, but it was very different then, now hope for a solid foundation. Pray for me.

The Bubble

The bubble I lived in
I was in my own world
And assumed it was the same with everyone

I thought I was stronger than I was
Until my bubble busted

The spirit inside got out
I floated unchecked and wild

Not having nothing to hold on to
I didn't care at first were I went
But soon began weary of this

I looked for a place to be still
Rough, dark and cold places I found
Soon I knew much about pain, and tears.

But again grew tried of this
Started believing someone bigger than I
He showed me that I was worthy and important
Than I began to believe in me
I began to fly
I know that I too can love and be loved.

December 3, 2015
By Cynthia B. Williams