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Thanksgiving

Ann Marquette

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It is Thanksgiving time, and there is so much I am grateful for…mostly for God in my life and all the wonderful people ~ family, friends, acquaintances, and those who softly breeze through my life even for a short while.

 I have been through many difficulties at various times in my life, and I thank God for bringing me through them to a better, brighter side. 

 I never knew this until 2006 the day we were putting mother in the assisted living home, when she told me that she was moments away from having me aborted when she decided not to go through with it.  So, here I am many years later alive and kicking.

Thank you God and Mother. for giving me life.   Mother is home in heaven and I am grateful that she is no long in pain, and at peace.

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The Visitors

It’s that time again!!! Hope you enjoy The Visitors.

Ann Marquette

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Time to share my annual Halloween Story, which I wrote when I lived in Ireland.

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They come in the night, but only once a year…for Halloween.

In Old Ireland…it all began, a long, long time ago, about a century perhaps.The countryside was almost deserted. There was a graveyard very near a small thatched cottage. It was nighttime the end of October, and autumn seemed more like winter. The rain and wind began their song and dance as the pitch black of the night descended. The only light in the surrounding countryside came from the little fire and two candles burning in the tiny cottage.

Father settled in his chair in front of the warm crackling fire, with his corncob pipe. Mother was there too, mending old clothes. The children were playing and whispering together. The six-year-old boy, had fair hair and deep penetrating blue eyes that…

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I Have a Dream

D. Wallace Peach’s blog post today https://mythsofthemirror.com/2016/10/07/featured-blogger-d-wallace-peach/ inspires me to repost this piece I wrote some years ago.

Ann Marquette

I have a dream ~
A special place
Called HOME

I have a dream ~
That special place
Where peace and joy
Fill the hearts of all

I have a dream ~
That special place
Where heart smiles
Shine through the eyes of all

I have a dream ~
That special place
Where caring and love
Are gifted to all

I have a dream ~
That special place
Where LOVE IS
and
Dreams come true

Created June 18, 2009
Edited May 4, 2015

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My Autumn

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Autumn Leaves on the Reedy

I love Autumn…

Ann Marquette

Autumn has always been my favorite season. One Autumn a few years ago was extra special.

The tree colors in the city where I lived were more glorious than I had seen them before.

More wonderful, special people had come into my life…even if briefly. My heart used to hurt so much, when people who came into my life, and I would have liked to keep them there, but they would go out again; not for any bad reason, just life.

As I think about these special souls who come in and out of my life, I realize something magical about some of them. They have had unstable or life-threatening sad beginnings to their lives. Yet they and God knew they needed to be in this world of ours. They are living proof of miracles, and strength, goodness and love. These souls create moments of magic in other people’s lives…they have…

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Peace in the Garden by ann marquette

Currently I am reading Heaven by Randy Acorn, Mere Christianity by CS Lewis, Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert and for Church – Divine Renovation by Father James Mallon.

This fits in with my #3 Strength – Intellection.  I love reading and learning, and much of it inspires my Futuristic strength.  I don’t like to rush through reading these types of books.  As I read a little at a time I sometimes find similar or identical thoughts by the different authors, even when the theme of their books differ.

I’ve been transitioning within myself most of my life.  Somewhat of a gypsy as I’ve lived in many places including abroad, and travelled quit a bit.  A few years ago I realized I must have been searching for HOME when I happened on Greenville SC.  I thought it was just a great place to make day trips and occasional weekends away from where I was living at the time.  Then one day I realized it was THE PLACE where I felt AT HOME.  A few years later I was able to move here.

Greenville is not perfect as a city, not paradise, but it is a good place to live; and make wonderful new friends and friendly acquaintances.

I’m enjoying my various temp jobs while waiting for a great permanent part-time job.  It also affords me the joy of meeting more great people.  I don’t need to be rich, but I do need to have the extra quality personal time to read, learn, be inspired, and write.

Where to I go from here?

I continue to transition into better habits and see my path to a more creative life.

I write this as I look at myself, through my own lens.  Some who know me may say “Oh yes, you are that…judgmental.”  And sadly I will agree with you.  Recently the little voice inside told me I was doing that a lot, not as much verbally, but a lot mentally.  So I asked God to please forgive me all the times I have judged someone or a situation, and to help me stop.

I think about when the time comes and I stand before God, how will He judge me!  Thankfully I know He forgives me, and that brings me to Forgiveness.  It is so important that I continue to forgive others whether they actually hurt me, or the hurt is only imagined.

So, I have been practicing to stop the judgemental thinking at the start and I want to share the joys of becoming open minded.

One day while sitting in Barnes and Noble (BN Café) enjoying reading with a cup of coffee a man came struggling through between the tables.  He was a big man, heavyset, gray hair, goatee, about 5’ 4” and maybe in his 60’s. He was very shaky and unsteady even though using a cane.  He was very frustrated, even a bit angry as he mumbled “this is a death trap.”  He repeated same to a young man (maybe his son) who came a couple minutes later to get him.  Of course, my immediate mental reaction was that he was a grumpy old man!

I watched as the young man patiently helped him up and held the man’s hand as he struggled again to walk through the tables and chairs, then out of the store to their car which was right in front of the floor to ceiling wall of glass which allowed me to continue watching.  It took the man quite awhile to get himself into the car and I could see the pain and frustration on his face.  Suddenly my heart softened and I realized his difficulty was more the cause of his frustration and anger as it reduced his inability to be fully independent.   

Another day at BN Café, yes I come here a lot as my external office and people watching.  I love to sit at a table where lots of light comes in and do my reading and writing.  Anyway, as I sat peacefully doing my thing, a young man…well young compared to me these days (ha ha ha)…came in with his five children around the ages of 8 to 13 (my estimate).  He pulled together a few of the small tables and chairs.  As the children got settled in, Dad went to get two large Frappuccinos which they all shared.

Yes, the minute they came in and began sitting down I thought “Oh no, what kind of noise are they going to create to disturb my peace!”  Before you judge me, let me say that I love kids, unless they are undisciplined brats.  Actually it is not those children I don’t like, but the parents who allow them to be that way. I used to child sit for a family of five of the greatest kids who I just adore…three girls and two boys.

Again I caught myself and just watched.  They each took out a tablet, and the dad did the same.  I thought he was going to do some home schooling.  The children were quiet, soft spoken and well-mannered.  Each of them were busy doing something on their own pads and would show each other what they had done.  Turns out they were drawing pictures, and the Dad is actually a sketch artist along with his own marketing business.    They were a smiling, happy, peaceful and loving family…three girls and two boys.  Every once in awhile one of the younger girls with blond hair who was seated where she could see me would look over at me and smile.  Just watching this family warmed my heart, filled me with joy, and actually made my heart smile. Of course I smiled back.  I finally got up and asked the dad if I could take a picture of them, explaining what a joy it was for me to watch them.  He gave me his permission, and I emailed him the two photos I took.  Just watching them filled me with a peace and joy I can’t explain, and made my heart smile.

So, I am learning to not judge, but to leave my heart and spirit open to God’s amazing gifts.

If you have read this far, I thank you and hope you enjoyed.  If you have had similar experiences or have any other comments I would love to hear from you.

Back Again!

Hello to all who have been my followers and I hope you are still.  I have been working on a few transitions in my life, although I think my whole life has been in transition.  Always hoping I am following the right path!🙂

I’m trying to work more on my writing and want to get back to blogging.  Thinking about creating a second blog page to separate my stories and poems from my personal musings, but have not gotten to that point yet.  But I do have something I want to get posted in the meantime and will share it soon.

Thanks to all of you still out there following.

PS.  And to all the bloggers I am following, please forgive me for being so behind in reading everything, and those I do read I may not have something specific to comment so I may only click the “Like” button.

Blessings to all of you

BELIEVE

Believe     by Ann Marquette

 

 

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