FEAR: False Evidence Appearing Real

“Fears are nothing more than a state of mind.”

I am reading Napoleon Hill’s book (revised) now and conclude it is one of the best books that everyone should pick it up and read at least once in their life ….. but in actuality ….. many times.  It’s full of gems and pearls of wisdom.

“Our only limitations are those we set up in our own minds.”
“We have the power to control our thoughts.”
“We are what we are because of the vibrations of thought that we pick up and register through the stimuli of our daily environment.”

And I leave you with this . . .  F.E.A.R.  False Evidence Appearing Real

About the photo:  Taken in Southeast Alaska one afternoon as we were beach combing.  I like the way the blue is reflected from the sky.

Cosmic Consciousness

Cosmic Consciousness – total harmony with the Universe.
The Cosmos flower originated in Mexico and South America.  The priests grew Cosmos in their mission gardens in Mexico and named it so from the Greek word meaning harmony or ordered universe.
I don’t recall where or when I took this photo but it has been one of my favorites. I love the way the light shines through the petals.  The fact that it is purple also puts it right at the top of my favorites list.


What color are your glasses?

ou might think that I used PhotoShop to enhance this photo, but this was just as Mother Nature gave it to us.  Actually, it was even more spectacular in person.  I have never seen a sunset as brilliant as this one.
I was sitting in my office on a December afternoon, when I looked out the window and saw that the sky was turning pinkish-purple.  I told the Hubby not to expect dinner any time soon, grabbed the Soni and headed to the beach.  I sat there taking photographs and enjoying the splendor for probably an hour, watching boats go by rippling the bay, taking notice of the spectrum of color surrounding me, which was pretty much a 360.  As the darkness started to descend, I turned around to leave, only to find about 50 other people behind me taking in the same moment.  I was so absorbed in the beauty that I didn’t even know I had company.
Nope, I didn’t need rose colored glasses on my lens this fine evening.  (I have been known to do that with purple shades I used to wear).
Lest we forget . . . this photo was taken in a place where it rains 100+ inches a year.  Many days would be gloomy and overcast, (or just down right rainy, sometimes even blowing sideways). That’s when I would bring out the yellow tinted glasses.  They made me feel like the sun was shining after all.  Oh happy day!
Your life reflects the color glasses you choose to wear.  Choose your colors wisely!!

If this boot could talk . . .

If this boot could talk ….. what would it say?
I’ve been contemplating posting this photo for a while but truthfully, I don’t know what to say about it other I saw it on two occasions while driving on northern Prince of Wales Island. Originally, I thought it was a logger’s boot, perhaps tossed out the window in a drunken rage or dropped off the back of a truck.  After reexamining the photo, it looks more like a fishermen’s boot with the camo print, probably dropped while heading back to the rig, gear in tow.
Along comes a kind soul and places it atop the “O” Mile sign.  How thoughtful.
I wonder if anyone ever claimed it?  I wonder what stories that boot would have to tell.  Must be lonely sitting there waiting for another chance for a vehicle to drive by, waiting for your other half.  Or if you are like me, I would plant flowers in it.  Which reminds me of some other photos I have to share.  But that’s a story for another day.

What I say when I talk to myself . . .

About the photo:  Isn’t this view amazing?  This was the view from my window in Southeast Alaska.  Every day I would see something amazing and different out there, whether is was eagles soaring, whales blowing and breaching, seals swimming by, fishing boats, yachts, a kayaker drifting quietly with the currents, or a gorgeous sunset.  It was an ever changing scene.
Just like this view, we are ever changing.  Things are happening to us every day and we don’t know the outcome of any circumstance or situation.  So when “the bottom falls out” of  life, take heed and resist the old habits and patterns of negative self-talk.
Give meaningful pause to thought first.
“The greatest discovery of our generation is that human beings can alter their lives by altering their attitudes of mind.  As you think, so shall you be.”  ~William James~

It is as it is . . .

About this photograph . . . I can’t think of a more peaceful place to be than to be in a kayak in the middle of a body of water.  This beautiful sunny day in Southeast Alaska was no exception.  The sun was glistening on the water, the eagles were soaring, the fish were jumping and I was a child of Nature.  This was my time for renewal of energy, replenishment of creativity and cleansing the soul.  Priceless!

Promise Yourself

Promise Yourself

Promise yourself to be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind.

To talk health, happiness and prosperity to every person you meet.

To make all your friends feel that there is something in them.

To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true.

To think only the best, to work only for the best and expect only the best.

To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own.

To forget the mistakes of the past and press on; to the greater achievements of the future.

To wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give every living creature you meet a smile.

To give so much time to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticize others.

To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.

~~Christian D. Larson ~~
About the Photograph – Kayaking anytime in Southeast Alaska is quite special, especially early in the morning.  Ahead of me is the small town where I lived, with the fog laying low on the horizon, and the sun dancing on the water.  What a way to start the day!!

Hard to believe it's been 10 years . . . Tribute to my Dad

The Legacy of Henry Metz

by his Granddaughter Julie

Once upon a time there was a country boy from Eastern Pennsylvania farm country. He had black, black hair and ears
that stuck out a little bit. And he was lean and strong.
Once upon a time, he lived on a farm with his brothers and sisters and their parents, Abram and Flora Metz. They spoke Pennsylvania Dutch and they went to the Mennonite Church. Abram had a slaughterhouse and farmed fifty acres of corn and wheat.
The country boy went to school for a while but then he had to help his family on the farm. There was a lot of work to do.
It was the great depression, but the country boy didn’t seem to notice. His family provided their own food, worked on the
farm and ran the slaughterhouse, same as always.
Once upon a time, the country boy grew up to be a man. He didn’t want to fight in the war because he was a peace loving
man, so he volunteered as a conscientious objector.
Once upon a time, he met a city girl from Jersey, married her, and brought her to the country, and tried to teach her how to
drive. She was from a big Italian family. I don’t imagine he knew quite what he was getting into. But she was stunningly
beautiful. And later on, in that Italian family, he would become everybody’s favorite uncle.
He brought his new wife to Abram and Flora’s farm and there they lived with his two brothers and their brides. He
worked in the slaughterhouse and drove the meat truck, ringing the bell as he got to each customer’s house.
Abram gave him thirteen acres and he had a house built for his bride, Rachele, and their new daughter, right
down the road from the family homestead. Henry would live on this road all of his life, from the day he was born, to the day
he died.
He and Rachele had another daughter. Now their family was complete.
They built a dog kennel on their property to breed and board dogs. And their place would never be without a dog for the
next forty-five years. And later, their children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren would return to Henry and
Rachele’s house with various dogs in tow: Spaniels that hunted, hounds that howled, dogs with spots and fast little terriers,
and a dog as big as a pony.
Henry doted on the dogs, but more than that, he doted on his grandchildren. He taught them how to fish and how to find
an Indian arrowhead in Mr. Mack’s cornfield. He took them walking in the woods and splashing in the creek.
And off he went to work everyday, at Landis’ Butcher Shop now, since the Metz slaughterhouse was gone, with his lunch
pail of butter and chicken sandwiches made by Rachele.
And home he’d come to clean and feed the dogs in the kennel. He’d drop his coat with the fresh smell of meat from the
butcher shop on the floor where a dog was always waiting for it– expecting it, really– to make a perfect napping spot.
He drank his coffee and ate his supper at the head of the table where he could look out the window and spot pheasants in
the field.
He hunted and fished and worked hard. He retired early and he took Rachele around the country. They picked
blueberries in Alaska and ate lobster in Maine. They fished in Florida. They went to see bears in Canada. They went to the rodeoand to the mountains.
Great grandchildren came along, and like their parents before them, Henry smiled that smile that could light up a room and
went to get his fishing rods.
And through his quiet way, his sense of humor and his heart of pure gold, he taught them all the most important things in
Keep peace in your family and in the world.
Be honest.
Trust in God.
Give all the time and love to your family that you can possibly fit into a day.
Laugh a lot.
Do what is your passion.
and . . .
Always keep a warm, loyal dog by your side.
Henry G.Metz
May 15, 1917 to August 6, 2002

The last photo taken of Dad doing what he loved to do.

Thanks Julie.  I couldn’t have described his life better.

Mom and Dad has come to visit me in Alaska in late July of 2002.  On August 5th Dad and I went out fishing with two other friends.  While he was “out fishing” all of us, he had a heart attack and passed away on August 6th, ten years ago today. 
He fulfulled his dream of coming to Alaska one more time to fish for the big one!
Never take those you love for granted because you never know what you’ve got til it’s gone.
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The Passion of a Flower

Did you know?. . . No one ever gives a florist flowers.  What’s up with that?  I wouldn’t have become a florist had I known that.  I guess everyone thinks you see them every day so you must be sick of them.  I never tire of being around flowers, but I still don’t get them unless I buy them for myself.  Well, I did get them sometimes, like when my Dad died and from my daughters when we lost our favorite four-legged kid.  But basically, I don’t usually get flowers.
However, every once in a while, my sweet Hubby will surprise me, like he did the other day.
I had been off visiting family and he didn’t get his routine haircut from the in-house beautician, (that would be me).  So, he sought out a little barber shop down the street, parked the car and went inside only to find they were all booked up.  It was when he returned to the car that he noticed them …. the beautiful Passion Flower wall, complete with bees and butterflies.
Now, in the past, he wouldn’t have noticed the any flowers even if one of those bees stung him.  Since we have been on an awareness journey, he has surprised me quite a few times by noticing things like Passion Flowers and humming birds and pine cones and ants and bees and butterflies.    He picked one of the Passion Flowers for me and put it in the bathroom.  What a pleasant surprise to see it when I got home, even if it was a bit shriveled and wilty.  Still, it was beautiful.
So, we made it our mission to seek out this beautiful Wall of Passion, just when the sun was right and take a few shots with the Nikon.  The photo I call “Tiny Dancer in My Hand” looks like she is twirling her beautiful skirt, holding large symbols in preparation for her performance.  Actually it looks like science-fiction, something that might come out of “Avitar” and dance by you just within reach.  Hmmmm, I am wondering what music she might choose for her dance.  Perhaps Beethoven’s Für Elise (my favorite) or Tchaikovsky’s Piano Concerto No. 1?
I learned a lot about the Passion Flower – Passiflora Incarnata:  It’s a vine with 500 + species, with edible fruit, (at least most of them), helps you sleep. Eat or juice the fruit when it is ripe (drops from the plant) or use the leaves to make tea.  It has a gentle, calming and relaxing effect for our nervous system with anti-spasmodic and anti-inflammatory effects, helps with muscle spasms and heart palpitations due to nervousness.  (I suggest you do your own research as some species are not edible.)
Once again, Mother Nature provides for us.  Thank You!
Even though the flower lasts but one day, the Tiny Dancer brings her magic and  enjoyment when we are grateful and aware of her presence.