Friday September 4 2015  A PLACE OF MY OWN

Well, today I receive no immediate ideas of which to title my page.  Maybe I’ll need to write the blog first and then something will make sense.  It is late, dinner is done (just finished cleaning up) and it is already past the hour to retire.  I love my 9:00 p.m. bedtime.  As hard as I try, I still cannot get to bed on time or finish up what I have planned to accomplish for the day.  It sometimes is disappointing because then I awaken in the morning with all that’s left to finish, plus all I wanted to do that day.  Am I the only one this happens to?  I never really hear anyone else complaining about this malady I seem to be shadowed with.  Please tell me, is it just me?

The one thing left undone today is I will go to bed with my floors not cleaned.  Dave worked outside most of the day and I worked inside today cooking for company coming tomorrow.  That is until I sat down at my computer and realized the wife of the family is sick and cannot come.  So it is still up in the air as to who might still come from the family.  I’ll know tomorrow.  Dinner is pretty much completely made except for cooking the main dish in the oven. Regardless who comes or who does not come, I will still clean my floors in the morning.  It is a long job because I have a long house.

My sister is keeping me on track.  At least she is making me feel a little guilty for getting off track  (I’m kidding sister).   She is probably a bit more focused than I am by nature.  I can get involved in so many things and always find so many things that are interesting that will side track me.  That was what was so wonderful about my journey across the United States.  I loved getting side tracked.  It’s as if time does not exist for me when I am swept up in a new idea, or new situation, or meeting new people, or driving on roads I’ve never been on.  I don’t really think I have attention deficit, but I’m probably a little close to that.  Life is still too full of wonder and my curiosity is always roused.  I am so thankful that I am filled with the enthusiasm I have for life and new adventure. There are so many people I know who have lost that child-like wonder that once resided in them as children.  It’s such a pity.  I will say this, my life is never boring to me and for that I am thankful.  Even in a place of quiet and solitude (which I also crave and love) I am never bored.  But…I must take stock and realize that what my sister says is true and correct.  I am getting side-tracked with my life and must close down some of the extra activities and perhaps become a bit of a recluse if I am to accomplish my goals, not my bucket list mind you, but my goals, those things that have a timeline on them.  Sister, I am listening.  Thanks for caring enough to once again TRYING to steer me in the right direction.

Sister has always TRIED to steer me in the “right” direction but I must admit, she is probably correct when she said I never listened to her advice before so it isn’t  surprising that I don’t listen now.  I am trying to listen.  I just have to focus on it long enough to remember.  Keep trying Sister, please don’t give up on me!  So I said all that to say this.  I am going to try to become better focused on the important commitments I must finish first.  Then I will go on from there.  Keep your advice coming. 

Thanks to all of you who commented on yesterday’s blog.  And thanks for those of you who are praying for my son and the situation facing all of our policemen in this country.  It’s almost as if a war has been declared.  The kind of war where you don’t know who the enemy is.  It’s a war of cowards killing in cold blood and then running to hide.  I would not want to stand before God in judgement with that kind of blood on my hands

I suppose it is time for a topic change.  I don’t mean to get off on a tangent but my blog is my place to air my thoughts and true feelings.  Well, most of my true feelings.  I must admit, I probably keep more thoughts to myself than I air publically. 

A PLACE TO CALL MY OWN

By Kathleen Martens

September 4, 2015

Isn’t it wonderful we have a place,

A place to call all our own?

Our very own quiet space

That no one else has ever known?

The deepest places of our heart

The thoughts that are deep within,

A dwelling which never departs,

Like a warm and cozy den.

A residence no one has seen,

The most intimate part of being,

Where only self, knows what it means,

For no one else, capable of seeing.

It is the solitude of your thought

Where life completely belongs to you.

You have control on what is brought

Into your room not meant for two.

In silence, a place of escape

From all that assails your senses..

A perfect abode for your own sake

With seamless perfect fences.

I love my place to escape.  I go there often and play.  I make up stories and day dream or just let my mind drift like a lazy white cloud caught up by a gentle breeze.  It is my place alone, my place to atone, my place to roam.  It’s a beautiful place of peace and solitude and majesty and wonder and love and joy and peace.  Try it, you mind find your place as refreshing as my own.

Not much else to write tonight as I am trying to keep this short, simple, and light.  And besides, I want to get in bed.

Good night.  God bless and keep you. 

P.S. I have no proof reader tonight so I hope this blog will pass scrutiny in the typo department