Quiet

It's a quiet day, and I'm a little under the weather so probably feeling a little meloncholic. Is that a word? Oh well, if not, I just created it. LOL

 Thinking about some things. Writing random stuff and inviting you to come along on my whimsy. 

 This picture below: the dimes, these are mine. I find dimes, only by themselves. Those are the ones I pick up. If they're with other coins, they're insignificant. 

I have many "found" dimes, which I store in this pretty little gilded box with a glass lid on my dresser. I've used my sisters jewelry stamps to make some pendants in which I have stamped "sign" or, "sign of the dimes", or "make life count". Really, I take the dimes I find as a sign that

I am never alone. When I find one, I thank the powers that be for reminding me someone is watching over me, and with me, always.

  

This one, the red barn snow scene, is right down the street from where I live. It's beautiful. We had snow at the end of March and I took a short drive and got this one gorgeous shot before I 

decided I should go back home where it was safe.

  

My hunny surprised me recently with tickets to Lady Antebellum, Darius Rucker and Thompson Square. He called and asked if I would like to go to see them with him, in true dating fashion. Sometimes he can be so romantic. We had just had a snow storm (as in above picture) and drove to Eugene for the concert. On the way it was fine, but the way home was not good. TONS of snow. But, we were in a 4 wheel drive, and I wasn't driving, and I was warm and safe with my sweet fiance. I got to enjoy the white of the night and get lost in music. And be thankful for being safe in the arms of love.

 Below is a door knocker I found attached to the most darling house for sale in Albany

about a year ago. I have  a thing for old doors, and even more of a thing for door architecture. I consider this beautiful art. What a lovely thing to greet you when you make a house call. Don't you think?

 We took the kids up past McDowell Creek last winter and found a rock quarry and did some target practice. It was fun, but you know me.. I'm more about the scenery. This was on the way home, out of the forest, when a dark patch of road came to this clear, blue sunny opening. Reminds me of being hopeful as light always follows darkness. 

  

Throwing in for good measure a picture of me being silly. We were camping last summer

at Loon Lake and I was drawing a heart in the sand. My daughter snapped the shot. All you get

to see is my happy, smiling face. Being silly is good. Very good for the soul. 

I don't think I will ever grow up.

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 A beautiful day en route to Carson City, Nevada last Memorial Day. We had snow in May at

Lake Tahoe. I just love a pretty barn picture.

By the way, all of these photos, are mine.

 This one is of my late sister-in-law Teresa and my brother Jim. It was near her birthday and the family rented a beach house (well, Jimmy did and we all came to stay too) just south of Newport. It was the weekend my Dad and step-mom Darlene were married. 

Can't help but feel sad.  

But it is a gentle reminder that life is precious and not to be

taken for granted. You never know when your time is up. 

Love them while you can.

  

Ah, and this one, below, reminds me of how young and dumb we can be. 

It also reminds me of how when we are so young and dumb, we don't know how we really do, at that age, have the power to do anything our heart desires. We just have to get over the limits we place on ourselves. GO OUT AND DO WHAT YOU DESIRE! The world is ours at that age. 

(jumped off soap box and fell flat on my face)

(got back up and dusted myself off, and moved on)

I think I was 15 in this picture. Chantel is a baby laying on my bed there, you can barely see her. I held Chantel as a baby, and I've held Chantel's own baby in my arms and before you know it, I'll be holding Chantel's baby's baby in my arms. 

And they will be young and dumb too. 

  

And here below are the two people that made such an impression on me, especially at that

young and dumb age above. If not for these two, I would not be the person I am today. A good person.  I firmly believe in the ability of ONE person (or two) to make a total difference in the life

of a child. If you can be that one person, please be it. You will be remembered, and treasured

for always.

 Looking back. And looking forward. Sometimes a meloncholic kind of day is good for you. Reflection is good.  Good for the soul.

DO WHAT IS GOOD FOR YOUR SOUL!  

SIGNS of the Dimes...and dragonflies...and dreams...

SIGNS OF THE DIMES

Signs:

Dreams

Dragonflies

Dimes

All signs pointing me in the direction of something quite lovely, and I had a feeling it was on the horizon... sure enough.. it is here. And the signs telling me that it is right.

With a grateful heart, I embrace and welcome these signs with love.

A Sign of the Dimes and a Heart that Rocks!

Walking in to work today...

I spied a dime that worked it's way into the groove of the pavement.

It have been driven over so many times that it had bent into the shape of that groove in the pavement.

I picked it up, suddenly feeling a whole lot lighter and luckier.

My story is about the Sign of the Dimes.

You might not know about my story, but it's about how dimes come to me to give me a sign that the divine powers that be are with me, in my dark and bright days.

As if that bent and beat up dime wasn't enough...

We had an assembly today. I sat on the old wood floor of our gym alongside the students. A girl behind me made a little sound, and when I looked back... the coins in her pocket had fallen out. Two dimes lay there smiling at me.

And it gets even better....

The kids I work with know I love rocks, especially heart shaped ones.

A particular boy brought in a particular rock to show me this morning.

He walked in with a plain rock, but it had a slight heart shape to it, which was exciting enough, to me.

But then, his hands went to the rock, as if prying it open like an oyster with a pearl inside.

I had no idea.

He opened it and showed me the two sides of this rock... a fossilized shell.

He went to the beach last week.

And found the two matching pieces...

about a mile away from each other.

What are the odds of that?

I was awestruck! What a wonderful, simple, lovely thing. And he brought it in to show me.

Three wonderful and needed gifts this morning.

Someone's looking out for me.

24 Hours of Inspiration

The first came at work when a student brought her milk money, all in dimes.

She came back again at lunch, dug in her pockets, pulling out a mound of change. Lunch money, all in dimes.

I didn't think much of it at breakfast, but when the dimes poured in at lunch, it hit me. I must be in need of some inspiration.

Then during my lunch hour, I went to pick up my son and there, perched in between car seat and door: a dime.

Then later at home, I found a note on my desk from my daughter. She'd found a dime and placed it there with the note.

When I asked her where she found the dime she said "In the bathroom, on the rug." I'd just visited the bathroom and I didn't see any dime. And you would guess by now that I notice dimes.

COINCIDENCE? Or something more divine?

I was sick today and stayed home from work. While I lay in bed I had my laptop on and stumbled upon a website that posed the question: "What does it mean when you keep finding dimes?" So naturally I spent some good time reading the posts in response. Delighted to know I am not the only one who finds dimes, dimes and more dimes. I also found a post that responded with information about numberology and the importance of the number 10. Read here:

"If the number One symbolizes the beginning (& it does), then we can say that the number Ten represents the outcome, result, or achievement of that first step or beginning. The most profound message number Ten hails is whatever we sew, we shall now reap. In other words, what comes around goes around. Ten also represents fulfillment, attainment, and completion. These attributes are obtained by observing the Ten containing all the elementary numbers from 1 to 9. As such, Ten is a vessel holding all the jumbled up potential found in the language of numbers. Ten is also a bit slippery because reduced - it turns back to number One - hence, again - a full circle, coming to the beginning - finding unity (all is one, one is all). That you are picking up a great deal of dimes is quite a good sign. Specifically, dimes may be symbolic of shiny opportunities coming your way that you once thought were lost to you. Remember Tens are strong representation of recycling events (full circle) - a dime is a superior symbolic symbol of such phenomenon. Consider how many times a dime (or any money for that matter) is recycled through our society. Symbolic dimes provide messages of lost opportunities regained. Things we thought we should not or could not do are beginning to resurface. Our energies are being recycled. Our intellectual currency is on the brink of change. Shiny, bright and round, these dimes on your path are beacons of promise. They hold the meaning of number Ten firmly in their vibration and that is: Events are coming full circle. Cast off the old, and don the new. Step into the beginning that is for your greatest good."

For whatever reason, a SIGN OF THE DIMES is a very good thing, indeed!

Each Penny Is A Stoop

My most recent divine dime arrived in (what else!?) the laundry basket two days ago. I decided, when available, I will take a picture of the dimes I find. So, here is a picture of the dime, not very interesting, but to me ~ inspiring!

I would like to share with you a bit of the article I found in the coin-op laundry mat those years ago right after the dimes story came to life for me:

"My Grandfather told me that when an angel misses you, he or she will toss a penny down to tell you so." Two years ago my father passed away, leaving his wallet with six pennies inside. There are six children in our family, and the conclusion we reached was that he left one for each of us. Upon hearing about it, our aunt (Dad's sister) presented us with the following: "I am like a penny. Not a bad one, a very bright one. Remember, I'll always turn up wherever you find a penny anywhere. In the years to come, you'll pick one up and say, "There's Dad!" In time you'll have a thousand reminders of how much you're loved."

More excerpts soon.

My own dear Grandpa Larry on his walks with Grandma would stop to pick up pennies. He kept them in large coffee cans. When he passed away, my Dad took those pennies and filled baby food jars (from when my son Nathan was a baby) and then gave each of us kids (and grandkids) a jar at Christmas.

Labels on the jars said the following, as Grandpa used to say, "Now remember, each penny is a stoop!"

It's funny how little things can really mean a lot.