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It has been awhile,since I posted a blog.At this moment I feel inclined todo so and share my feelings.
The tragedy that struck Haiti touches us deeply here in South Florida,as we have a large Hatian community. I do have Hatian friends with family
overthere.So it touches me also profoundly.
Most Hatians are very poor,but they are the most wonderful ,decent people with dignity and exceptional manners.
It touched my heart,to see that today Sunday,despite
the horrible conditions they are going through many of them got together to pray and ask for strength from God,NOT from witchcraft as so many people
believe.Their belief in God is deep and their faith is strong.
As I feel very sad to see how people have been dying after being rescued,because of lack of help,water and food,at the same time I feel joy to see
the whole world coming together spontaneously to
help a nation in dispair.Nations working together to bring comfort and care.
God is smiling,because this was His intention since He created the world.Mother earth is elated ,because the WORLD has opened it's heart wide,filled with compassion and love for his fellow man.This is the beginning of the shift,a very positive beginning ,because of a horrible tragedy. It is said,that out of any tragedy something good will come.I can only say:"Thank you God for a miracle amidst so much suffering".
What comes to my mind right now is one of my favourite songs by Louis Armstrong:"What a wonderful World". Let's not forget this moment EVER..
It is the beginning of love and compassion prevailing
above all.
This tragedy has brought out the best in humanity.This is really who we are as a people:loving,caring,compassionate human beings.

When I saw this video I watched it several times and the feelings that went through me ,I can't explain.Animals are very important to me and I can't explain why.
It gave me great pleasure seeing and watching these two so different beings connecting with each other at such a deep level.
This is what love is really about, this is pure love,because there is no agenda.They just love and like each other, just because.
I hope,that you will enjoy watching it also. .

Looking out into my backyard and seeing a few birds
sipping water or picking on the ground for food is an enjoyable sight.

My backyard is not big,but I love to be out there with my dogs,while they run around chasing the little lizards.

Sometimes I just go out in the yard to do one thing and before I know,I am out there half a day.I am connecting with nature and it is the greatest feeling.For me it is a healing process.When I am out there I forget any challenge I might face.There's always something new going on.

Whether it is beautiful new bloom or a sickly plant,that's now recuperating and getting strong or my papaya tree starting to bring forth the beginning of small fruit.

Yesterday I received a very interesting request and I made a pledge to take action..I would like to share it with all of you because I believe that we can make a difference.

If each one of us would take the pledge to do at least one thing and pass it forward to friends and family we definitely will make a difference Besides you will enjoy your backyard much more.

These are simple pleasures that can lift up your spirit everyday,when you look out into your yard.
Check out the attachment.


Beatrix
Enjoying Simple Pleasures













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I have been enjoying reading the very interesting blogs posted by so many wonderful "BraveHeartWomen",but haven't been
blogging for awhile myself.
I just read a story of a "BraveHeartWoman",that I want to share with you.I has inspired me and I hope it will do the same for you.
See picture of Nancy above.

Beatrix
" Enjoying Simple Pleasures"

August 13, 2009
Taking a Hike to the “Rest of my Life”
When I was asked to write a weekly blog about senior health on Everyday Health, I was pretty excited, and thought “not bad for an old lady.” Then reality set in as I realized what this meant. Not only would this be a commitment of time, but I wondered how I would be able to present fresh and interesting material each week. I had the stories that were important to me, and there were things I wanted to say, but didn’t know how to get started, and if I would be interesting.

I decided that I would just start at the beginning of another journey I had taken. That journey started with a thru-hike of the Appalachian Trail (AT) and it changed my life. I was 63-years-old at the time, had three grown children (one still at home), a job I liked, and a toxic marriage. To this day, I don’t know where the idea of taking a hike of this magnitude came from. The Appalachian Trail is over 2,000 miles long. It wasn’t something I had always wanted to do. I wasn’t particularly fit, nor particularly courageous. Maybe it was basic survival; I must have known I had to do something.

I discovered that just taking a stand, deciding to do something, gave me strength. I had not actually decided to end my 27 year marriage at that time, but the average time to complete the hike would take approximately six months. The plan was that I would return and life would go on as usual. As I think back on that moment, I realize I would have gone no matter what. I had to.

There was a lot of planning to be done for a hike of that length, but for me, the hardest part was behind me. Now I could devote time to selecting the equipment I would need, and figuring out the logistics. There is much information on how to prepare, both hard copy and on the web. On March 14, 1999, I flew to Atlanta, was met by a woman I discovered on an Appalachian Trail Web site, and was actually starting off the next day.

There are different kinds of fear. The fear involved in just taking off into the unknown like this is certainly one kind. I hadn’t broken all ties in my life though. I had a leave of absence from my job, so I would still be able to support myself, and one of my sons was going to hike the first three weeks with me. And as for the marriage? I wasn’t thinking of that.

As I write this, I have a memory of a friend I want to share. I met Maria, a talented amateur poet, shortly after I had returned home from the trail, and was living on my own. Maria was very interested in my story. I did not realize how much until I got a call from her one cold night, saying she had just found the courage to take her own hike. Her hike took her across town and away from an abusive boyfriend. She told me she may not have been able to hike on the trail, but she could take the steps she did. Indeed there are many ways to be “healthy.”

Onward and upward,
-Nancy

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It's so easy to hold on the people and situations that make you feel good and comfortable.
But suddenly one day: Panic! Your life seems to turn upside down: your best friend, your support, the person you could always count on, no matter what ,is leaving moving away.Your whole world comes crashing down. What am I going to do now? I will be so alone, part of me is departing, leaving a big void, that [possibly will never be filled.

Feeling this way, is no fun, I've been there several times, until I understood, that this is not the end of the world, nor the end of the friendship.
This only means,that our paths have to go in different directions,because of what we still need to learn.
We were given some precious time together.What we needed to teach each other and learn from each other has come to completion ! More lessons to learn for both of us,but in different circumstances, locations and with different teachers.

These were very difficult lessons to learn for me. After doing some soul searching of why it was so hard for me to let go, I realized, that it had to do with where I was raised and how.

People,who were born and raised on an island can maybe understand.
On an island you are like a big family,where mostly everyone knows or know of each other.Where everyone looks out for each other.Family ties and friendship are very important. People hardly move around,you live in the same neighbourhood most of your life and if someone has to leave,f or whatever reason, it is devastating. A piece of the community would be missing ,someone who was an integral part pf your life andyour community, is leaving creating a big void. A part of you will be missing, it hurts.

Now I've learned from several wonderful, wise teachers in my life, that's ok to let go.More so I have the responsibility to release, the person or the situation,so that they can continue their growth and I can do the same.

Now I am still somewhat sad, when people I love and care about are leaving or when "comfortable" situations change,but at the same time I am also happy,that they are going towards new horizons of growth and I am looking forward to wonderful new experiences, that will be coming my way.

This morning ,one of my favourite people,
Joel Osteen reminded me of how important it is to let go,when the time comes.

Amazing how we grow! I was listening to him and knew in my heart that letting go is for the highest good of everyone involved.It is an opportunity to keep growing.The precious memories will still be there
and so will be the lessons learned on which we can keep building with our next teachers.

It has been such a freeing experience for me, because,now I can move on and give the other person the freedom to do the same with peace and love in my heart, instead of deep sadness and regrets.

I thought that this poem would be worth sharing.The message is very clear and touched me deeply.
We just don't realize that to take time for our loved ones and friends is a privilege ,that shouldn't be taken lightly. Unfortunately,this happens more often than we imagine,because of our hectic lifestyle.



Cats in the Cradle (1974)

My child arrived just the other day
He came to the world in the usual way
But there were planes to catch and bills to pay
He learned to walk while I was away
And he was talkin' 'fore I knew it, and as he grew
He'd say "I'm gonna be like you dad
You know I'm gonna be like you"

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home dad?
I don't know when, but we'll get together then son
You know we'll have a good time then

My son turned ten just the other day
He said, "Thanks for the ball, Dad, come on let's play
Can you teach me to throw", I said "Not today
I got a lot to do", he said, "That's ok"
And he walked away but his smile never dimmed
And said, "I'm gonna be like him, yeah
You know I'm gonna be like him"

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon....

Well, he came home from college just the other day
So much like a man I just had to say
"Son, I'm proud of you, can you sit for a while?"
He shook his head and said with a smile
"What I'd really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys
See you later, can I have them please?"

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon....

I've long since retired, my son's moved away
I called him up just the other day
I said, "I'd like to see you if you don't mind"
He said, "I'd love to, Dad, if I can find the time
You see my new job's a hassle and kids have the flu
But it's sure nice talking to you, Dad
It's been sure nice talking to you"

And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me
He'd grown up just like me
My boy was just like me

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon....





From a Rolling Stone obituary, September 3, 1981, "Harry Chapin: 1942-1981":










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We say: "Things happen for a reason" ,but deep down sometimes we wonder." Why did that have
to happen?" Things might have been so different if
that situation wouldn't have occurred"
Or "I wish,that things would have turned out much better, etc.

A Friend send me a small article that put this all into perspective for me and I couldn't say it any better.So here goes and I hope it will help you look differently at anything that happens in your life going forward.

Something beautiful
+++++++++++++++++++

Ask yourself this. What is beautiful about what just
happened?

There's something positive to be gleaned from everything
that happens. Make it your mission to find that positive
aspect.

It's a waste of time to wish that things had happened
differently. Instead, use your energy to cast the present
situation in an empowering light.

Tap into the value that is in this very moment, in this very
situation. Find the beauty in what is, and build upon it.

Always remember that your response does not have to be
dictated only by the nature of what just happened. Craft
your response so that it moves you in the direction you have
chosen to move.

Something beautiful and enriching just happened. Choose to
see it, and live life fully and richly on your own positive
terms.

Ralph Marston

Sometimes it seems as if you just "stumble" onto something. At least that is what we were taught to believe.By now most of us know,that nothing is by chance.

I honestly don't recall how I found the "World Gratitude Gathering". A 42 day journey of immersing oneself in gratitude. I've always been very conscious of showing gratitude for all the blessings in my life. Upon awakening,my first words are always:"thank you God for another day".

But being on this 42 journey has taught me to be in a state of gratitude throughout the day.To be grateful not only for what I considered blessings,but for every moment of the day.

The shift in my life has been wonderful. I don't have to remind myself anymore to be grateful .I am gratitude - and this has made a big difference in my life. It has become a state of being.

The purpose and intention of the 42 day online gathering was to form a huge worldwide wave of gratitude,which will contribute to the positive transformation of our planet.

You don't have to join a gathering though to be part of this transformation. Just be consciously grateful for every moment and every happening in your life . You will be contributing to the co-creation of a better world. Many participants have experienced wonderful miracles during these 42 days, that ended on may 7th .

This is definitely not the end though, it's just the beginning.That's why I am inviting you to start your own "Gratitude Journey" or to join with friends. When we join together the results will be so much stronger and powerful and blessings will be pouring into your lives.

Don't miss the "small" blessings.

Enjoy your Gratitude Journey.

You can get more information at: World Gratitude

One of my dearest friends recently moved from Miami to Breckenridge,Colorado.
We do keep in touch.The kids miss their friends,so
she brings them back whenever they have a few days off.
They were here a few weeks back,during springbreak, but life kept getting in the way and we couldn't get together
Finally we decided to go for coffee on Sunday, they were going back on Monday.
Never heard from her, but I know,that when you have kids, your life can change at the spur of the moment.
So I figured, she would call when she was back home.
Monday morning I was busy cleaning ,when I heard the doorbell .First I thought that I had made an appointment with a client and forgot about it. Anyway I went to open the door and there was my friend Rose,with a cup of "cafe con leche" , a special cuban coffee and milk,that she knows I love.
She said: "even though we couldn't get together I am bringing you the coffee and to see you even if it is just for a minute,because we are on the way to the airport".
I was really touched by her action.She could have easily called when she reached home.

Friendship is like a beautiful plant.It has to be cared for,nurtured,watered, fertilized.Not every day ,but enough to keep it healthy and looking beautiful.
This meant more to me,than having spent an hour or so with her. True friends are wonderful gifts and need to be appreciated Friendship is a two-way street.
This was a real" Simple Pleasures" moment for me.
In that one minute or two she stopped by,
she really showed me,that I am important enough for her to leave earlier to get the "cafe con leche" and drop by my house to see me.

What "small" action can you do today to show a
friend that you value her friendship and that she means a lot to you?

Want to share the wonderful story below,because it is a great example of a Simple Pleasure with a powerful message,
I only will give you the most important part of the story.
It's a true story about a mother visiting her daughter in California on a very bad ,foggy day.After arriving panic stricken because of the dangerous drive,she vowed not to put a step outside until the fog lifted.
The daughter tricked her into going out anyway,her purpose was to show her :"The Daffodil Principle".
It's never too late to start.

Read on:

I muttered all the way(the mother). After about twenty minutes we turned onto a small gravel road that branched down into an oak-filled hollow on the side of the mountain. The fog had lifted a little, but the sky was lowering, gray and heavy with clouds.

We parked in a small parking lot adjoining a little stone church. From our vantage point at the top of the mountain we could see beyond us, in the mist, the crests of the San Bernardino range like the dark, humped backs of a herd of elephants. Far below us the fog-shrouded valleys, hills, and flatlands stretched away to the desert.

On the far side of the church I saw a pine-needle-covered path, with towering evergreens and manzanita bushes and an inconspicuous, lettered sign "Daffodil Garden."

We each took a child's hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path as it wound through the trees. The mountain sloped away from the side of the path in irregular dips, folds, and valleys, like a deeply creased skirt.

Live oaks, mountain laurel, shrubs, and bushes clustered in the folds, and in the gray, drizzling air, the green foliage looked dark and monochromatic. I shivered. Then we turned a corner of the path, and I looked up and gasped. Before me lay the most glorious sight, unexpectedly and completely splendid. It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it down over the mountain peak and slopes where it had run into every crevice and over every rise. Even in the mist-filled air, the mountainside was radiant, clothed in massive drifts and waterfalls of daffodils. The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns, great ribbons and swaths of deep orange, white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, saffron, and butter yellow.

Each different-colored variety (I learned later that there were more than thirty-five varieties of daffodils in the vast display) was planted as a group so that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its own unique hue.

In the center of this incredible and dazzling display of gold, a great cascade of purple grape hyacinth flowed down like a waterfall of blossoms framed in its own rock-lined basin, weaving through the brilliant daffodils. A charming path wound throughout the garden. There were several resting stations, paved with stone and furnished with Victorian wooden benches and great tubs of coral and carmine tulips. As though this were not magnificent enough, Mother Nature had to add her own grace note - above the daffodils, a bevy of western bluebirds flitted and darted, flashing their brilliance. These charming little birds are the color of sapphires with breasts of magenta red. As they dance in the air, their colors are truly like jewels above the blowing, glowing daffodils. The effect was spectacular.

It did not matter that the sun was not shining. The brilliance of the daffodils was like the glow of the brightest sunlit day. Words, wonderful as they are, simply cannot describe the incredible beauty of that flower-bedecked mountain top.

Five acres of flowers! (This too I discovered later when some of my questions were answered.) "But who has done this?" I asked Carolyn. I was overflowing with gratitude that she brought me - even against my will. This was a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

"Who?" I asked again, almost speechless with wonder, "And how, and why, and when?"

"It's just one woman," Carolyn answered. "She lives on the property. That's her home." Carolyn pointed to a well-kept A-frame house that looked small and modest in the midst of all that glory.

We walked up to the house, my mind buzzing with questions. On the patio we saw a poster. "Answers to the Questions I Know You Are Asking" was the headline. The first answer was a simple one. "50,000 bulbs," it read. The second answer was, "One at a time, by one woman, two hands, two feet, and very little brain." The third answer was, "Began in 1958."

There it was. The Daffodil Principle.

For me that moment was a life-changing experience. I thought of this woman whom I had never met, who, more than thirty-five years before, had begun - one bulb at a time - to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an obscure mountain top. One bulb at a time.

There was no other way to do it. One bulb at a time. No shortcuts - simply loving the slow process of planting. Loving the work as it unfolded.

Loving an achievement that grew so slowly and that bloomed for only three weeks of each year. Still, just planting one bulb at a time, year after year, had changed the world.

This unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she lived. She had created something of ineffable magnificence, beauty, and inspiration.

The principle her daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principle of celebration: learning to move toward our goals and desires one step at a time - often just one baby-step at a time - learning to love the doing, learning to use the accumulation of time.

When we multiply tiny pieces of time with small increments of daily effort, we too will find we can accomplish magnificent things. We can change the world.

"Carolyn," I said that morning on the top of the mountain as we left the haven of daffodils, our minds and hearts still bathed and bemused by the splendors we had seen, "it's as though that remarkable woman has needle-pointed the earth! Decorated it. Just think of it, she planted every single bulb for more than thirty years. One bulb at a time! And that's the only way this garden could be created. Every individual bulb had to be planted. There was no way of short-circuiting that process. Five acres of blooms. That magnificent cascade of hyacinth! All, just one bulb at a time."

The thought of it filled my mind. I was suddenly overwhelmed with the implications of what I had seen. "It makes me sad in a way," I admitted to Carolyn. "What might I have accomplished if I had thought of a wonderful goal thirty-five years ago and had worked away at it 'one bulb at a time' through all those years. Just think what I might have been able to achieve!"

My wise daughter put the car into gear and summed up the message of the day in her direct way. "Start tomorrow," she said with the same knowing smile she had worn for most of the morning. Oh, profound wisdom!

It is pointless to think of the lost hours of yesterdays. The way to make learning a lesson a celebration instead of a cause for regret is to only ask, "How can I put this to use tomorrow?"

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I just came back home from a "Celebration of Life": service . It was very moving and you get to know things about the person you never knew before. She was an example of what a BraveheartWoman is.She followed her dreams and accomplished all she set out to do.She had traveled the
world,lived in exotic places and excelled in her career.
A friend and co-worker,said that during the time,that she was part of the hotel,where she was VP of Operations - she was in charge of the whole operational side of the Atlantis Resort in the Bahamas - customer satisfaction was surpassed every year and it never happened again after she had left. Everyone still remembers her with love and respect. Some people are irreplaceable.
What touched us all,was how much she cared about the people she worked with,how she treated them with compassion and respect.How her family was her pride and joy'
and how much she loved each one of her siblings.
Sitting there and watching her life's journey reminded me once again of
how precious every moment is . How important it is to stay connected with family and friends.How it will fill your family's heart with pride and joy to realize how many lives
you have touched during your life.
It is awesome for us to have and enjoy all the material possessions we can acquire,but how we lived our life is what really matters in the end.
People will not remember how much money you amassed,all the trips you took,but they will remember the
peoples' lives you touched,the kids you helped ,your kindness and compassion towards others less fortunate,.I do hope,that ,many,many years from now, when they celebrate my life,that I would have made a difference on this planet ,however small it may be.That's true legacy.

A friend send me a most loving dog story ,that I want to share with you,because of the wonderful lesson it imparts. In 2003, police in Warwickshire , England , opened a garden shed and found a whimpering, cowering dog.. It had been locked in the shed and abandoned. It was dirty and malnourished, and had clearly been abused.
In an act of kindness, the police took the dog, which was a Greyhound female, to the nearby Nuneaton Warwickshire Wildlife Sanctuary, run by a man named Geoff Grewcock and known as a willing haven for Animals abandoned, orphaned or otherwise in need. http://www.warwickshirewildlifesanctuary.co.uk/index.htm
Geoff and the other sanctuary staff went to work with two aims to restore the dog to full health, and to win her trust. It took several weeks, but eventually both goals were achieved.

They named her Jasmine, and they started to think about finding her an adoptive home...
But Jasmine had other ideas. No-one remembers now how it began, but she started welcoming all Animal arrivals at the sanctuary. It wouldn't matter if it was a puppy, a fox cub, a rabbit or, any other lost or hurting Animal, Jasmine would peer into the box or cage and, where possible, deliver a welcoming lick.

Geoff relates one of the early incidents. "We had two puppies that had been abandoned by a nearby railway line. One was a Lakeland Terrier cross and another was a Jack Russell Doberman cross. They were tiny when they arrived at the centre and Jasmine approached them and grabbed one by the scruff of the neck in her mouth and put him on the settee. Then she fetched the other one and sat down with them, cuddling them."

"But she is like that with all of our animals, even the rabbits. She takes all the stress out of them and it helps them to not only feel close to her but to settle into their new surroundings has done the same with the fox and badger cubs, she licks the rabbits and guinea pigs and even lets the birds perch on the bridge of her nose."

Jasmine, the timid, abused, deserted waif, became the animal sanctuary's resident surrogate mother, a role for which she might have been born. The list of orphaned and abandoned youngsters she has cared for comprises five fox cubs, four badger cubs, 15 chicks, eight guinea pigs, two stray puppies and 15 rabbits.

And one roe deer fawn. Tiny Bramble, 11 weeks old, was found semi-conscious in a field. Upon arrival at the sanctuary, Jasmine cuddled up to her to keep her warm, and then went into the full foster mum role. Jasmine the greyhound showers Bramble the Roe deer with affection and makes sure nothing is matted."They are inseparable," says Geoff "Bramble walks between her legs and they keep kissing each other. They walk together round the sanctuary.

It's a real treat to see them."
Jasmine will continue to care for Bramble until she is old enough to be returned to woodland life. When that happens, Jasmine will not be lonely. She will be too busy showering love and affection on the next Orphan or victim of abuse.

For me this is a beautiful story of genuine.pure love.What a
wonderful lesson she is teaching us to just love unconditionally.She desn't have any resentment,only love to give to whomever needs it,regardless of who they are or what they look like.Just being an instrument of love.This touched my heart deeply and I will think of Jasmine whenever I see an opportunity to just give love.


Photos:Jasmine and Bramble
Jasmine and Friends

I learn many of lessons from nature .Nature ,this includes animals.
For about a month now we have been experiencing pretty strong winds down here in Miami and it uprooted on of my favourite plants called the Angel's Trumpet.It is always filled with bloom and disburses the most exquisite fragrance in the evening.The "trumpets" are about 6 inches long and boast a combination of soft pink fading into a beautiful velvety white color. People are always admiring it.It stands in the front of my townhouse.
I replanted it about three weeks ago,watered it often, because it hadn't rained for months and took very good care of it..Once in awhile,I would check to see if there was any sign of life,but nothing.A week went by ,two weeks,three weeks and still nothing at all.To tell the truth ,it looked pitifu,completely barren .About three days ago I decided,that it might be better to remove it,because it must be dead,there was not even the smallest sign of life and it wasn't "aesthically correct" right in front of the property.
I was going to take it out and put it in the trash.
What a surprise! Two days ago suddenly there were small, green leaves showing all over. I thought to myself,maybe it read my mind about removing it and
decided: "no way,Jose".
I was very excited and today the leaves are bigger and more green is showing.
Admiring this miracle I realized how this relates to life.
How many times we start a project or a business ;we take care of it, we do what needs to be done, but we don't see any results at all. We keep trying and trying and we get discouraged to the point of wanting or deciding to give up.Then suddenly " BAM" everything explodes and we are on our way.
My lesson with my Angel Trumpet is: be patient, keep doing the work,even when it seems as if it isn't working.
Don't give up,because even though it appears as if nothing was happening.on the outside,a lot was going on the inside,preparing for a perfect outcome.
I am so excited ,because I was at a point in my life,that I wanted to give up on some things,but my message is to keep on in faith ,never to give up.No matter how it looks on the outside,God is working on the inside. I only have to keep doing the work and the result will show itself. Be open and aware to receive and understand the lesson.

I have been telling myself for several days now,that I have to start blogging again,but kept putting it of. Today I read a message,that my Braveheart sister Deborah Akridge left me and this made me realize that I have a mission and that is to make people feel good,smile and be happy and lift up their spirit.
I love my work,because it allows me to make my clients feel good .I enjoy jokes and have a collection of the ones that make me laugh and I share some with my clients,when it's appropriate and they love it.Sometimes we have very deep conversations,but there is always laughter. For awhile I felt ,that I had to be more serious blogging.. Of course there are moments,that I would like to transfer something serious in my blogs,but the most important part is to be ,who I am.I love life intensely and I love to laugh a lot.
Thank you Deborah,for making me realize,that my blogs have to impart who I am. It is proven,that laughter is medicine that benefits our whole being.So here I am back ready to blog about the simple pleasures ,that
make life worth living. These are the moments,that will stay with us forever and make us smile,just by remembering, By doing this we will add joy and years to our life. Remember that shared fun and laugher doubles the pleasure.

Just wanted to share with you the best and more rewarding way to weigh yourself.

As I wrote in a few of my blogs, laughter is very important to me.It makes me feel alive and lifts up my spirit..
When I read this today I got the feeling that I wanted to share this with you. No matter how I tried to find another subject to write about ,it kept nagging at me.
I hope it makes you laugh as much as it did me.
The moral of this story????????
Enjoy!

"Eleven People On a Rope:

>Eleven people were hanging on a rope under a helicopter.
>10 men and 1 woman.
>The rope was not strong enough to carry them all, So they decided that one
>had to leave, Because otherwise they were all going to fall.
>They weren't able to choose that person, Until the woman gave a very
>touching speech.
She said that she would voluntarily let go of the rope, because, as a woman,
she was used to giving up everything for her husband and kids or for men in
general, and was used to always making sacrifices with little in return.
As soon as she finished her speech,
All the men started clapping . . . ...........................

I really do enjoy the "simple Pleasures" in life.I do believe,that it's one of my real passions.Yesterday my friend ,who lives in Tennessee called and needed to share something ,that happened to her.
She lives around Gatlinburg on top of a mountain,she is an animal lover and has three dogs , a parrot and two cats.
Several days ago,her and her husband were on their way to Asheville,just for the day,they do this once a week.They were driving through the National Park,when suddenly,they saw this beautiful,big dog running very scared.They realized that she was lost.Of course they stopped.Her husband called and the dog came immediately to him.They looked around and waited to see if anyone would come looking for the dog.When nothing happened,my friend opened the car door and she jumped right in and lay down as if she belonged.
They drove on to Ashville,went to lunch,got the dog water and food and kept checking on her in the car.She was just lying down relaxed.
They decided to take her home,but were somewhat concerned about the reaction of the other pets,especially their female, Roxy.
They remembered what Cesar,the dog whisperer taught to do when you bring a new dog home.
They were shocked the dogs accepted her,the new dog ,as if she belonged.They couldn't believe it,The dog acted,as if she had always been part of their household.
They called her Shaina.
The reasons I am telling you this story are several.
First: my friend said,that they saw a truck drive into the park and turn around and they believe,that they must have
left the dog there and he was trying to run after the truck.Very sad.
Second my friend said,that usually,they would drive from their house straight to Ashville,but that morning,they had to stop for gas and another errand.If they didn't have to make those stops,they would not have seen the dog.
Third, just a few days before ,she told her husband,that when they got another dog,that she would like to get an older dog ,between one and three years old.And Shaina is between one and three.
There are no coincidences in life and my friend attracted the dog she wanted,even though she didn't plan on it so fast.
I love this story,because I love dogs,but also because there are some great lessons in it.
I felt like sharing this miracle story. Shaina couldn't have found a better home.