AUTHORS, THEY’RE ONLY HUMAN: Though Fall Folly Abounds There Are Many Blessings To Be Found #Journal

NOVEMBER 14, 2019.

MOON PHASE WANING GIBBOUS.

AFFIRMATION “BREAKING ONE’S ROUTINE IS A RECIPE FOR DESASTER.”

If ever I had doubt of this the Universe confirmed it for me yesterday in no uncertain terms.

*NOVEMBER 13, 2019. *

Things began as normal with My morning routine. Then, when I took Campbell out I discovered he had an upset stomach. He has issues with that, so I figured I’d give him his medication and he’d be OK. I gave him his medication, but his stomach was determined to send us outside in the frigid weather several times throughout the morning.

Around 10 or so the sun began to shine on the house in real earnest and before long the snow which had accumulated on the overhang overtop of the front porch began to melt. I forgot that the porch roof leaks and so the snowmelt was dripping onto the concrete steps and at 24 degrees out I don’t think I have to tell you what that did to the concrete.

About 10:30 I went to take Campbell outside. Now all the previous times I’d been out the steps were clear, having a lot on my mind I gave the steps not one thought, and before I knew what had happened my feet had flown out from underneath me and because I’d been holding tightly to the railing the force of the fall caused my arm to be pulled up and behind me and as I hit the ground jarring every bone in my body I felt a popping fiery pain from my elbow up into my shoulder and the words I said were not fit for man nor beast to hear and probably melted the remaining snow off that blasted roof.

After sitting for several moments trying to determine how badly I was hurt I decided I was alright to walk Campbell, so I went round the yard with him. By the time I got back into the house I knew I was going to have to be seen by a doctor, so I called 9-11 and then called my friend Melony from the vet’s office to come and get Campbell. I didn’t want to leave him alone because I didn’t know how badly I was hurt nor how long I might be at the ER.

I sprained my shoulder and I’m stiff and sore all over,                                                                                                                     but I will be OK. Had that been the worst of it I think I could’ve taken a hot soak in the tub, had a good long Fall nap with my boy in the sun and survived the day without much worry.

Oh! But no! the Universe wasn’t done with me just yet!

When I got home I realized I’d not paid my stupid Spectrum Mobile bill and they’d cut the service off. I contacted them and they informed me that not only would I have to pay a reconnect fee but that my rates were going up again. I was already paying $80 per month for that phone and even after I let them know I’d been at the ER they wouldn’t work with me in any way so I got angry and told them what they could do with their phone, got myself back up, limped out to the bus stop on the corner and went out to Walmart and got a new phone plan for $30 less per month than I was paying with Spectrum and am once again able to use my previous phone which I like much better.

Finally, I got home and settled and when Melony got off work she went by Burger King, picked up supper for me and brought it and my Bubba Dog back home. He and I had a lovely reunion during which there was much wagging of tail and licking of my face.

Once Melony had gone and we’d had our supper I settled down to catch up on Email but soon found I was simply too tired so after another quick relief time for Campbell we bumbled off to bed.

If that doesn’t prove that one must never break one’s routine and never ever start the day without first asking one’s higher power to light one’s path and guide one’s way I don’t know what does.

From here forth, I decree that I shall never begin my day without doing so in a proper manner ever again.

So Mote It Be. Blessid Be.

After all…

There is no part of my life which does not belong to the Goddess.

There is no part of my body which does not belong to the Goddess.

I am she, and she is me.

We are one, yet we are we.

I have learned the lesson well which was taught to me.

So Mote It Be. Blessid Be. Amen.

 

NOVEMBER 15, 2019.

Will the calamities never stop? Could someone tell me how I pissed off the universe so I can make it right?

If what I’ve already written of wasn’t bad enough, yesterday evening while trying to do a good deed, I had yet more issue.

Just around 7 or so while waiting on supper to get done, I was diddling round on Facebook and came across a fundraiser a friend was doing. I thought since so many people donated to my birthday fundraiser for The Seeing Eye and I’d managed to raise just over $90 for them I’d help them out.

“Surely I can afford 5 or 10 Dollars.” I thought to myself as I tapped the donate button. I’d expected it to bring up the picker items box so I could choose my dollar amount but that’s not what happened. To my horror as soon as the donate button was pressed I received simultaneous messages from Facebook and Paypal.com saying I’d donated $50 to the fundraiser and thanking me for my contribution.

I tried messaging the person who was doing the fundraiser, but they commented on their fundraiser page they couldn’t find me on messenger. I thought that a bit strange but went onto Paypal.com to see about resolving the issue. I knew according to what I’d read in their resolution center file that if I didn’t do something about it before it completely processed I’d have a hell of a time getting that money back.

Soon I had found a customer service number and called to see what could be done as I couldn’t take care of it following PayPal’s guidelines due to their being no personal contact info related to the fundraiser. The person having the fundraiser on Facebook hadn’t included their email and as it turned out that’s how Facebook fundraisers are all done. (Contributors beware!)

After chatting with the very polite customer services rep I learned that I would have to contact Facebook directly to resolve the issue. I immediately started to feel anxious because Facebook isn’t widely known for answering help center queries and I feared my money may simply be lost.

Finally I’d made the query on Facebook’s help center and realizing there was nothing more I could do, I had a shot of brandy for luck, and taking my sleepy Bubba, I bumbled us off to bed.

This morning when I awoke, I immediately said a little prayer about the money situation again, then made my way into the bathroom for my morning’s routine.

Once I’d taken care of all that, I set about making a cup of coffee, and while it brewed I sat down in my recliner which is starting to protest about being used, and decided to have a look at Facebook notifications just to see if there had been any response to last night’s query.

To my delighted surprise there was indeed an answer. They’d written to say that while they couldn’t refund a partial amount, thus leaving my desired donation intact, they could refund my full amount and if I so desired I could try again.

I wrote back to say that I was very pleased to hear from them, and in answer to their query of “do you wish to receive a full refund?” I answered “yes I do indeed wish to receive a full refund.” Then I added a description of what had happened when I’d made my donation and told them that was not my normal experience with donating. I suggested it might be an accessibility issue due to the latest Facebook App update on my phone, thanked them again and sent the message. Then I went to the person’s timeline to find their messenger info so I could send another message and discovered that I could text them instead. I did and though they’ve not yet message back I am hopeful that once the issue is resolved I can donate a small amount to their cause before time ends on their fundraiser.

Now, here I sit with a wonderfully big, hot, strong, cup of coffee, wrapped in a cozy afghan made by my grandmother long ago, with my slumbering Bubba Dog snoring on the Loveseat and I am assured once again that…

There is no part of my life which does not belong to the Goddess.

There is no part of my body which does not belong to the Goddess.

I am she, and she is me.

We are one, yet we are we.

So Mote It Be. Blessid Be. Amen.

I don’t know why I’m being tested so, but it is my belief that if I continue plugging along, believing that Mother Father God Goddess have me firmly in their hand, and that if I do as I should and keep the right attitude and stay in constant contact with spirit my life will continue to improve and I will continue to be safely loved, sheltered, clothed, fed, and protected.

Once again, I invite any who might be reading this, whether today or sometime in the future, Reach out to the higher power that exists for all, give that power a chance to reach back to you, embrace that power in any way you’re comfortable and know that if you do there will be no end to the wonderful things which will come to you.

As I sit and write this morning, I’m reminded of a hymn…

Thank You Lord For Your Blessings On Me (Lyrics) – YouTube

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Lyrics

While the world looks upon me
As I struggle along
They say I’ve got nothing
But they are so wrong
In my heart I’m rejoicing
How I wish they could see
Thank you Lord
For your blessing on me!

There’s a roof up above me
I’ve a good place to sleep
There’s food on my table
And shoes on my feet
You gave me your love Lord
And a fine family
Thank you Lord
For your blessings on me!

I know I’m not wealthy
These clothes, they’re not new
I don’t have much money
But Lord I have you
And that’s all that matters
Though the world may not see
Thank you Lord
For your blessings on me!

There’s a roof up above me
I’ve a good place to sleep
There’s food on my table
And shoes on my feet
You gave me your love Lord
And a fine family
Thank you Lord
For all your blessings on me!

Source: Musixmatch

There are many who believe that just because I travel the spiritual path I do that I do not believe in the Holy Trinity. There have been people who have written and said to me that I was damned. That if I didn’t repent of my ways I would surely go to the deepest fieriest pit that Hell has to offer. To those, I simply smile and say, “Bless you for your concern. I’m sure it’s well meant, but I’m certain that I’m safely ensconced in the palm of the creator.”

It is in fact, that certainty that leads me to write as I do. I made a promise to Mother Father God Goddess not long ago that I was going to start doing more than Lip Service to my faith. I promised that I was going to live that faith and that furthermore as Mother Father God Goddess proved the power to me in my life as it is said in the scriptures that will be done if given the chance, I would use my talent as a writer to proclaim that power to the world. I determined that I would work hard to show simply that…

“We all look at the same moon, breathe the same air, and walk on the same Earth and that no one has the right to judge another for how they choose to come to Spirit, and that one has only to accept the faith, and live to the very best of their ability the life which is given them without greed or asking glory, their needs, wants, and yes, desires will be met.”

I’m blessed to have the privilege to do so and it is my belief that the creator will continue to take care of me so that I might continue my work, and as you can see from all the many things I share each day that is so.

And so as the sun rises on another day, I pray…

“Thank you for the sun.

Thank you now day’s begun, all our needs, wants, and desires they’re met.

Thank you for what I have and have not yet.

Thank you when day’s through, we will still be we, and you will still be you.

Light our path.

Guide our way.

Give us that which to do and say.

So mote it be. Blessid be. Amen.”

*MID-MORNING UPDATE*

After I wrote the above entry and fed the Beasty, we went out for a lovely morning walk.

There were multitudes of crows happily reporting the news, squirrels scampering and chattering about hurriedly gathering their winter stores, neighbors calling early morning hellos to one another, and cars whizzing by their occupants off to work, school, or some other early morning errand.

When we came in an hour or so later full of fresh crisp morning air and warm morning autumn sun, I decided a trip to the store was in order. Since I have some trouble getting from the bus shelter at Food City into the store without Campbell and at times find I drift into the oncoming traffic from the drive-ways and parking lot, I figured I’d best see if I could get a ride. I knew if I couldn’t get one with KATS I could get a ride in with my friend Dave, but since I’d already had to call on him to pick me up from the ER earlier in the week I was hopeful I could catch a van going in that direction and sure enough when I called I found that if I could catch the driver headed to the post office nearby in the next few minutes I could indeed go with no trouble, so though I still had on my dog walking clothes, off I went.

Once I’d bought my groceries and headed back out to catch the public transit back to my street, I ran into a neighbor who lives nearby, and she offered me a ride home which I gratefully accepted.

Now, here I sit with groceries for the weekend, another big, hot, strong cup of coffee and my snoozing Bubba enjoying the sun and once again I know I am blessed. Why, it’s not even noon. There’s no telling what wonderful things await in this beautiful day ahead.

For now, I bid you a happy day, and thank you for reading.

May harmony find you, and blessid be.

 

 

 

 

About Patty L. Fletcher

Patty L. Fletcher lives in Kingsport Tennessee where she works full time as a Writer with the goal of bridging the great chasm which separates the disAbled from the non-disAbled. And as a Social Media Promotional Assistant. She is the owner and creator of Tell-It-To-The-World Marketing (Author, Blogger Business Assist), and is the published author of two books, Campbell’s Rambles: How a Seeing Eye Dog Retrieved My Life and Bubba Tails From the Puppy Nursery At The Seeing Eye: Volume One. She can also be found in two anthologies which are, December Awethology Light And A Treasure Chest of Children’s Tales. She is now working on her third book which is to be a memoir trilogy called, ‘Pathway To Freedom: Broken and Healed’.
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4 Responses to AUTHORS, THEY’RE ONLY HUMAN: Though Fall Folly Abounds There Are Many Blessings To Be Found #Journal

  1. Pingback: AUTHORS, THEY’RE ONLY HUMAN: Though Fall Folly Abounds There Are Many Blessings To Be Found #Journal | Mystical Strings

  2. A sweet elderly couple used to sing that hymn at my childhood church. Hearing it again brought tears to my eyes.

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