Many years ago when faced with the fibromyalgia health situation I realized I had the opportunity to ask “WHY?” or to become a Y – yielded to God in the circumstance. Thus began my observation of Yield signs. This one in Ireland brought me up short as I do not read or speak Gaelic, yet I knew exactly what it meant!
Yes those signs are all around us! Yield can be defined as to concede, surrender or relinquish; to surrender voluntarily one’s right, privilege, etc. In that time of deciding whether to just ask Why or become a Y, I often read where others had asked God, “Why me?” and often the response was “Why not you? Who better?”
To become a Y I needed to release my judgement of the situation and raise my hands in surrender to God. I had to yield to my Savior and my God.
In 1993 I came across a cartoon called 9 Chickweed Lane. I will just describe it to you because if would cost me $35 to place it in this blog! Frame 1: This guy is walking along. Frame 2: He comes upon a sign. Frame 3: He stops to read it; it is a yield sign. Frame 4: He drops to one knee and bows. That is how I try to respond now when I see a Yield sign. God knows I need object lessons to keep me on track! So each time I see
I try to remember to bend the knee of my heart and bow to the Trinity.
God has always been with me regarding the fibro. I had the opportunity to create and run a support group for a number of years at a local hospital. The diagnosis has opened many opportunities to encourage other people with the same diagnosis to press on and find their best self as they travel through and with the experience. We have each had to learn how to yield when there is a symptom flare up. I even wrote a talk on how to have a flare with flair!
The next time you are faced with a situation where you begin to ask why, consider becoming a Y and see where that leads. As my mother used to sing, “You’ll never walk alone!”
There is a plant I have never grown, though many people in the area have them in their yards. This pink flower shows up with a cry of “Surprise!” After the foliage has died away. They have several names.
Surprise Lily, Magic Lily, Resurrection Lily and Naked Lady because the leaves die back before the flowers emerge. These flowers are part of the amaryllis family. I enjoy those flowers in January! Researching this I discovered resurrection lilies can be used as cut flowers! Oooh, I “may have to get me some of those!”
I planted three varieties of sweet potato vine in the back garden this year.
One was rather puny and the bright green one outshone the other two and began to take over the garden wall. One day I noticed the puny vine had begun to climb the hill into the woods.
Have you seen areas where English ivy has grown unabated?
I have this fantasy that the sweet potato vine up in the woods is going to be gargantuan and take over the back hill. Of course, it will be too mannerly to interfere with our hundreds of daffodil bulbs. Other than the daffodils, look out!
I have been cooking for at least 50 years. Every recipe I ever read says when you are going to bake a potato, pierce it first with a fork.
I have been recovering from a bug, but felt well enough to scrubs potatoes and put them in the oven this morning. Imagine my surprise when the timer rang and I pulled this out of the oven!
Yep! That potato exploded! I forgot to pierce them. I laughed out loud!
When they cooled I made twice baked potatoes. I was actually able to eat mine with no ill effects. Baked all 5 pounds and shared them with both adult children’s families.
Turkey vulture on patrol
Funeral director of the bird world
On patrol for overnight deaths
Feeding upon carrion (…. which I will leave to your imagination!)
So going down the freeway I saw this white Chevy Tahoe with tinted windows. The Chevy Tahoe is a full sized van built on a truck chassis.
The license plate said GRU####.
I wanted a siren and lights so I could pull it over and ask
If he had
My mind goes strange places.
Someone sent this to us a few years ago. We are getting closer to resembling this remark!
I recently read Madeline L’Engle’s book A Severed Wasp.
She wrote “She might feel like a young woman in an old body, but there was no denying that the body was old, and she had little patience with people who could not face their own aging. She had had a full, rich life – surely that should be enough.”
I know a woman who moans and complains constantly about her aging and her loneliness and her misery. No one wants to spend time with her. I certainly have little patience with her. Having struggled with a chronic pain condition for years that is not progressive, but still has the power to make me miserable gives me yep “little patience with those who can not face their own aging.” When Bob was still working, he went into one man’s hospital room to draw the man’s blood. Asking the man how he was doing that day, the man replied “Well, I woke up on the right side of the grass!”
Every person we meet is broken. Some hide it better than others, but each of us is dying and aging. To me, becoming an old geezer with joy and acceptance is better than moaning my way into my grave!
I have a calligraphy with a quote from Hunter S. Thompson. He said,
“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, CHOCOLATE in one hand, beer in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming “WOO HOO what a ride!”
And yeah, that would be DARK chocolate please!