Fleeting Memories

I have written about Billie Bates before, but here is an experience involving her again. One of the things that she did for me was to give me voice lessons. Mowing her lawn turned into a fantastic payday. She taught me to read, took me to the opera, ballets, plays, musicals, and taught me to sing (somewhat). One of the songs she taught me was “Just One Day at a Time.” This song held some very important lessons for me throughout my life. The Lord is teaching me how to live just one day at a time. This peace I know is enough reward just one day at a time. May every day be a work of art in which I may play my humble part. I pray for an understanding heart just one day at a time. I’m not sure of the exact words, but the words above are the main gist of the song. I have been sick for the last four days while Joy was out of town. Yesterday I finally went to the doctor, and he gave me a prescription for cough medication, an antibiotic, and an inhaler to open up my bronchial tubes....

I see Dream Catchers quite often in cars hanging from the rear view mirror. They look nice there, but I question whether that really is an appropriate place for them. They are hung where ever you are going to sleep, to help you have pleasant dreams; that is their purpose. I have always been blessed with peaceful or at least enjoyable dreams. I think that somewhere in my sleep mode hangs a beautiful Dream Catcher. More recently it seems that there has been a false Dream Catcher. It is like a spider web and hangs on to my thoughts. They are held tight like a moth or fly in the web. Both the catcher and the web look similar in design, at least to me, but do not have similar functions. I often dream of something that is important to me, but when I wake up the thought has been captured in the spider’s web, and is being held captive somewhere in my brain. Once in a while the web gets shaken and some thoughts that have been captured are released. The only problem with this is that...

I remember as a young elementary school student that we used to do some things that were to help us become readers. I was never a good reader, but I remember some of the activities. There was one that you would see a picture like a ball, book, bat, and other items and then on the other side of the paper were words that matched the pictures. I think back about that now sometimes and can see it is pretty much how my minds works. The problem is that now there are still pictures on one side of the page, but many of the words are not there to match up with pictures. I see people and I know them and can tell you somethings about them, but I often don’t have a name to match up with them. In my mind I know many things, but often have trouble expressing verbally what my mind knows or sees. The pictures and the names are not all there. Even if I search my mind and I know all about something I can’t remember the name that goes with the idea or person. It seems that it is the nouns that a...

I have always been blessed with a mind that might seem strange to some, but is able to figure most things out. It seems as though my mind is becoming like a roulette wheel, each of the numbers and colors that the marble passes are like a thought. It would be great if it would just stop and land on a number or color or hop off of the table, even that would be fine, but it just keeps on going around and around. Each of the possible stops is a thought or an idea that is somewhere inside of my brain. I have trouble stopping or completing a thought or idea before it moves quickly to another number or color or in my case another thought. In other words, I have extreme trouble now concentrating on one thought or idea. The only way I can write and keep a thought is if I start writing and then I can always look back and see what it is that I started. So, this is just a short thought and now I can jump off this number, or excuse me it was a color and go on to something else if I can rememb...