~*SERENITY'S *~ Beautiful: Always see the Beautiful, Always Live the Beautiful.!!

Those of you read about my quandary have just blessed me beyond all reason.

I want to thank each of you for the prayers and good energy {As my good friend Shoemaker said, (the type that comes with NO bill attached!)LOLOL} and for the money you blessed me and my children with.

I believe that we all make a huge difference in the lives of others and sometimes just the caring of another will give you hope for a brighter day.

I have to be honest, yesterday morning I was in a bad place emotionally, just tired and run over and what not. As the day wore on the blessings started and the depression lifted and I found joy and HOPE… HOPE the single most important gift that God could give us.

I have appointments this morning with Community Action, they help you with medical insurance for those who qualify and don’t have a private insurance. I don’t have any insurance what so ever and as some of you know I had cancer about 4 years ago. It’s been two years since I’ve had my pap and my mammo. I could not afford the copay or the exam so I just didn’t have them done.

Well CA is going to help me with insurance and the copay will be something that I can afford and the exams will be covered, once I take all the paper work to them and get things started.

I am doing that this morning, this is the reason I am not addressing everyone individually BUT I am going to, I just have to wait till I get home from this bit of running and getting answers.

I am so thankful for each of you who have helped us and I want you all to know that each of you will have special blessings come into your lives and when they do, please say a prayer of thankfulness for the Karma and blessings you have handed out that has returned.

Words are failing me as to how to explain my heart in this. I woke to the best blessing a woman could… HOPE that things were going to be okay and help.. I got so much help, I love the human spirit.

I love all you who have cared for me, those private messages and the public messages meant more to me than I can express. I want to make you all a promise that this goodness will NOT end with me, I will pass it on in all the measure and then some, that I have.

I have said it often and will say till my dying breath that God does hear prayer and that prayer and good energy from the universe exist. I am living proof of that and will give that testament as long as I have breath.

It’s easy to be down and fall when over whelmed but I was lifted up by others good thoughts, wishes, prayers, and healing. I am humbled and my children have just got one of the best lessons that anyone could ever teach them and it took a family and a community to teach them that, there is goodness in this world, there are people who have hearts of love and compassion and hearts of help.

It doesn’t matter the amount of money you have, sometimes it’s a word that is needed or a smile. Sometimes it’s a kick in the hiney or a hand holding. You’ve shown me and my children the very best of the human spirit and for that I am eternally grateful.

I’m sorry this is so long, I am rather verbose.

Many blessings for you all and by the way. YOU made my Mama cry too. Tears flowed like a river who’s sound was stolen but this time, tears were of joy.

Light and much Love
Tina Louise
Serenity Marie.

Sing to me the song lost in the memories , trapped in the years now gone .
Sing to me mother earth, tell me the secrets living in the movements of the wind. Touch my face with your tears , while you wash away the scares of man.

Sing to me of the sorrow and pain, alive in your rivers, lakes and streams.

Sing to me all you have endured, all you have seen. Let your melody awaken , what we fail to see.

Sing to me the song lost in the memories of the child undone. Sing to me mother, wake me again, wake me before it all slips away.
Sing to me the song living in all I touch each day

...

I’ve been saying that “we got smiled on” it’s such a pretty day.

The sun is bright and the clouds the perfect puffy white/blueish colour. It’s hot!!
I mean, “hell is on the earth”, hot. So you sweat just moving through the house. The hurricane passed by us, at first it was suppose to hit Corpus then it shifted and came ashore in Galveston. So we have been smiled on a lot the past couple days.

So I went to my parents today, as I have been doing every day since they left. {My fathers brother, my Uncle T died on Monday, my parents left on Tuesday for Michigan. This has been extremely hard for our family for many reasons I don’t really want to talk about}

I went to my parents and I was sitting out on the patio swing enjoying the breeze and the shade. My sister walked down the walk to the patio and as she did she scared up all the butterflies.

It’s migration season and with the hurricane coming we’ve had more and more butterflies. This particular kind I don’t know the name of, but they are very small and of a light beige to pale yellow colour. There are so many of them, you can drive down the roads and see hundreds and hundreds. Well when my sister walked down the walk and scared the butterflies, there had to be a hundred of them flitting around the yard and me.

It reminded of a beautiful fairy world… One where peace and Serenity lived. I sat there swinging and watching them dance with one another. It looked like a celebration and in the middle of the yard flying toward me was a black butterfly.

I have never seen a black butterfly and I wanted to get a photo so bad… I left the camera at home, sighs…

They settled after a while and once in a while you’d see a couple of them going by. Then my bil walked through the yard and I was able to enjoy the wonderful feeling of freedom again. I had a very good day today

this view and the rest of the front yard. This is at my Aunts and Uncles, my second home. It’s amazingly beautiful and all I wanted to do was sit and absorb.

I even made Julie sit on the grass with me for a while.

Sigh, I miss this so much already.

...

...

...

The Invitation
by Oriah Mountain Dreamer, Indian Elder

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your hearts longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals, or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true, I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.

I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty, even when it is not pretty every day, and if you can source your life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours or mine, and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you are, or how you came to be here- I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

May 1994