Doesn’t seem right
It drives you crazy
That you can’t fix
That’s all you want to do
Make things better
The problem is
No matter how hard you try
You cannot do it
Not at all
Then you start feeling a hopelessness
It’s like smoke
That fills the room
It’s hard to see the truth
It’s hard to see what to do
It’s hard to do anything
Things can change
Things can get better
You can’t fix
But it’s OK now
There’s someone who knows
He knows how you feel
Even when you don’t
He cares about you
He cares about the ones you love
You finally give it all
It was never yours to carry in the first place
Now the weight is getting lighter
The haze is dissipating
Hope is returning
All will be well again
Until then you
Keep on hoping
Keep on praying
Keep on believing
Keep on seeking the truth
The truth will find you
It will set you
I read over the blog I wrote in January, 2016 about goals. I listed the goals I made in 2016. The results are in bold.
Goals for 2016
• Spend more time with God, which includes Bible reading, prayer and worship. (I am reading the Bible more)
• More quality time with family and friends. (This summer I spent a lot of time with adult children)
• Go to the athletic club once a week (to start). (ha-ha)
• Start walking with a friend or my daughters (again once a week to start) (I don’t have anyone to walk with, so did not do it)
• Spend more time with our horses and start working with them, training and riding. (after the weather is better) (very little)
• Keep doing lessons in Tribe Writers and Intentional blogging (no)
• Start working on my Nanowrimo novel I started in 2013 and finish it! (yes, I am still working on this and I will finish it!)
• Get more organized and get rid of the clutter in my house (baby steps)
• Start writing more, including journaling, blog posts and letters (I write something in my journal every day, but the blog-posts have gone by the way-side. I blame circumstances, but mostly it’s my desire.)
• Give myself “margins”. Try to have time to enjoy the moment. Space and Quiet sometimes. Enjoy nature. Camping. Vacations. Road Trips! (May, June, July and August I made many road trips to see adult children. I also went camping with my 3 daughters.)
Here are some goals I am making for 2017. The mini-habits are listed in bold. They are the first baby-steps of a habit that are so easy, you cannot fail. A mini-habits is meant to be the bare minimum and a start. The idea is to trick your brain so you will realize how easy it is and do more.
A few of my Goals for 2017
o Drink 3 Quarts of water a day
mini-habit: start with 16oz.
o Write a blog article once a week.
Mini-habit: Write 50 words on a blog article every day (the same one until it is finished)
o Write 1,000 words a day on my book.
Mini-habit: Write 50 words a day on my book.
o Private time with God each day.
o Exercise at Athletic club, for a walk or at home.
Mini-habit: Do 1 push-up, or walk around the block each day.
o Sort 1 box of papers/stuff once a week.
Mini-habit: Sort 1 box of papers once a month.
I could write more, but I want to keep the most important ones as a priority, so I actually do them. These are the ones I want to start out with.
If you are interested in mini-habits, you can go to the link: mini-habits . You don’t have to buy all his material (unless you want to), but if you read some of his articles you can understand the concept of mini-habits better.
I welcome comments of what goals or habits you want to gain in 2017. What are 3 goals for 2017 you have?
I’m reading a book called, Mini-Habits by Stephen Guise. Some of it is boring to me because of the technical stuff, but it’s worth reading and I’m learning a lot from it. The basic theme is if you want to start a good habit, start with a mini-habit, that is so “stupid-small”, you can’t fail. Hopefully, you exceed the minimum requirement, but there’s no pressure to.
An example would be, to write a minimum of 50 words a day on a blog article, a book or in a journal.
Another example, drink one 16-oz glass of water daily. It’s not enough, but some days I go all day and think, “I haven’t had any water today!”
Before I read this book, I started what I call “baby-steps” for de-cluttering and cleaning. It is the same concept and really helps me to get going.
I recommend trying mini-habits. If you want to read the book, here’s the link to his website: minihabits .Even if you don’t read the book, it’s so simple anyone can try it. Start with one push-up like the author did. That’s what got him started with an exercise routine.
What mini-habits do you want to start? Try something so easy, so small, that you cannot fail.
I have put it off too long… writing. I’ve made excuses and let circumstances become obstacles. Then the obstacles have become overwhelming and I’ve lost my confidence.
Today I watched the movie “Nim’s Island” again. I’d been thinking about it for several days and finally had the time to relax and watch it. I came away with some great lines that you might like too:
“How did Alex Rover get to be Alex Rover? Was he born with all that courage?” Nim asked.
Her Dad Jack replied, “The thing about courage, is that it’s something that we have to learn, that we learn our whole lives. It’s not just in you, it’s in every choice we make, each and every day.”
When I think about it, courage is something we all need. All the obstacles and problems in my life take courage to face and overcome. I can’t do it on my own though. That’s where God comes in. He’s the one I should turn to in everything. When I do, peace comes in and everything isn’t so overwhelming.
I’ve been trying to read my Bible more regularly again. It’s still hit and miss though. Today, one of the verses I read really stood out to me. I’ve read so many times before. But, I really want to DO it and not just read it.
“Trust in the Lord with all thine heart;
and lean not unto thine own understanding.
In all thy ways
and he shall direct thy paths.
Be not wise in thine
fear the Lord, an
depart from evil.” Proverbs 3:6-7 KJV
Another quote I came away with from the movie I watched was this:
“It’s time to finish the book.”
Yes, it is about time to finish my book, the one I started in 2012. The one that I also worked on in 2013. It has over 120,000 words and I couldn’t finish it. I couldn’t come up with an ending. So, this year I am reading the whole thing and editing as I go. When I get to the end I will finish it!
Maybe I’ll make it in time to work on it during National Novel Writing Month (Nanowrimo). It’s worth a try.
This is the plan:
- Get over my fear of what others think of my writing
- Write in my blog several times a week for awhile, to accomplish this.
- Realize there will be some people that can relate to what I’m saying and it helps them.
- Also realize there are some people that don’t like my style or what I write about. They won’t read it, or will and be critical.
- Start a writing schedule to work on my blog or book. Daily if possible.
- Accept imperfection and just do it!
OK, so that’s it for today. If you’re reading this and it encourages you in any way, I’m thankful. You’re awesome! If you’re reading this and it doesn’t, that’s OK. You’re awesome too!
My 22-year-old son, had the opportunity to visit Amman, Jordan and a refugee camp in January, 2016. This is his story:
by Marianne Wilke
…Gideon Wilke’s Story…
I flew to Amman, Jordan in January, and was able to stay there for 2 months. When I first got there, I stayed at a hostel. It was pretty easy to find online and was centrally located in the tourist area. The hostel was a 4 story tower. My room was a dorm that held 6 bunks. I like staying at hostels, because I can meet a lot more people that way.
At the hostel, they served the best breakfast in all of Ammon! It consisted of eggs, bread with olive oil, cheese, olives, hummus, and cucumbers. The coffee was American brewed Folgers, which I also liked.
At the hostel I met a girl from Tunisia who lived in France. She spoke English, Spanish, Arabic, French and Italian. I also met Koesma, a travel agent from Indonesia and Kai Schnier, a German journalist. The journalist was going to the refugee camp called Zaatari the next day. Then Koesma got really excited, because he said he wanted to see his Muslim brothers and sisters. He was up for an adventure.
The manager of the hostel got us a driver to camp Zaatari. The journalist got a pass from the media office in Jordan. When we got to the 1st checkpoint, they passed the car through, but, when we got to the 2nd gate, they told us to go to the police station at the camp. Our passports were scanned and they talked with us. The pass was only good for the journalist. Koesma and I had to leave the camp. We left and took selfies and hung out at a town next to the camp. It was very small with only a few houses, a restaurant and a grocery store.
We waited there for about 5 hours until the journalist was finished and came out. After that we went back to the hostel.
I found out that my new friend, Koesma, the Indonesian travel agent, was going to the ancient city of Petra. I asked him if I could be his travel buddy. So, the next day, we traveled together on a very nice bus to see the ruins of Petra. Even though it’s one of the 7 wonders of the world, I think it’s a little over-rated. I’m not really into architectural stuff.
After the trip to Petra, Koesma had to leave. His trip was over.
Wadiram National Park:
The next day I went to Wadiram, which is 4 hours from Petra. I got a tour package for 2 days and a night. Wadiram is a National Park where the movie “The Martian” was filmed. They didn’t have to do anything to the area where it was filmed. It looked the same as in the movie.
The tour had the best dinner of baked chicken with potatoes and onions, cooked in an underground oven.
After that I went back to Ammon on a bus and stayed in the hostel 1 more night. I met George Meegan, He’s pretty famous I guess. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Meegan
He told me that the doctors have been telling him for 20 years that he’s crazy. He wanted to get into camp Zaatari to implement the teaching curriculum that he designed himself and then to film and broadcast the kids using his curriculum on you-tube. I told him I also wanted to see camp Zaatari, and he said he’d keep me in mind for the filming.
After that, I got an apartment and started taking Arabic classes. 2 weeks later George Meegan asked for a scanned copy of my passport, because he said he got passes for all of us. (He, a British Iraqi doctor and me). The passes were for 2 days, 6 hours each day. George told me he didn’t have as much time as he needed to film, so we’d just see the camp and look at their educational system.
I rented the car that we drove to the camp. The police there escorted us around the camp. Camp population is 80,000 people and it takes 20 minutes to drive around it. The 2nd day the police let us go by ourselves.
There are about 4 other camps in Jordan. Camp Zaatari is the nicest camp and they want as much media coverage as they can get so they can get more funding. They have some electricity, playgrounds, schools, and stores. The camp is very clean, well organized and well managed. A lot of the main roads were paved.
The kids seemed very happy and had really good schools. The adults, most of them, the ones that I talked with, had been in there 3 or 4 yrs. They weren’t working and that made life hard for them, even though they had a money-card for each family member. They got 20 Jordan dollars a month, worth about 30 American dollars. You couldn’t survive in Jordan for $30 a month, but the prices at the camp are really good, because it’s subsidized.
They also have shops. There’s a famous street with 3000 shops. The shops include: hardware stores, dress rentals, hookah bars (flavored tobacco), food street venders, household supplies and tea shops,
They also have a few covered, playgrounds for the children. A guard is always posted watching the kids.
On the edge of town there are many murals. I Had tea with a family. They have the camp fenced off with patrols on the outside. The US manages the security there. They have big trucks with big machine guns on top.
Everything seemed clean, organized, well managed. A lot of the main roads were paved.
There are about 80,000 people living in the camp!
I was able to practice the Arabic I learn
Everyone wanted to know if I was Muslin and they wanted to know if I was married.
A mom brought her daughter to meet me and she was very shy. She was literally hiding her face from me.
The lady told the journalist that he was a very beautiful German, and asked, “Do you want to marry my daughter?” He said thank you, but no.
There were less girls than boys, because a lot of the girls had been married off. The families will marry their daughters off because they want their daughters to get out of the camp.
The doctor Interviewed a lot of people. He said that 4 out of 10 had mental instability.
It was cool to see older people having fun doing simple things like flying kites.
They could understand my Arabic, but I could not understand a lot of their Arabic.
I felt more like a tourist at Zaatari than anywhere else in Jordan. I heard stories about the wedding shop store. I felt like a tourist looking at all the sights there.
The street food was inexpensive and good.
I was taking pictures of a hotel and the police picked me up and he said I couldn’t take pictures of the hotel. I was stuck in the police station for 4 hours while they filled paperwork out. They were talking with me and joking. They said I was a good person. I got a lot of 2nd hand smoke in their station. The room where they do the fingerprinting had dirty walls. The whole wall was black. It looked like a haunted house.
When I left Jordan, I flew into Massachusetts, where they asked me a bunch of questions. They took me to a special area where they went through all my stuff and took my phone. They interrogated me long enough that I missed my next flight.
Angelina Jolie, an actress, visited Zaatari refugee camp. Here are some links on you-tube about her story if you want to see videos of the camp. She visited the camp on September 11th, 2012. Since then the camp is larger, more organized and developed.
Here are some other links about the Zaatari refugee camp:
Today was a beautiful day at the beach! I enjoyed the cool breeze, warm sun, invigorating fresh air and a REAL sound machine for my tinnitus.
As I walked the shore-line, I asked God that I might find a special rock. Shortly after, I looked down and there was an amazing rock full of barnacles stuck in the sand. I dug it out before the tide came out again. It was a little larger than a softball, heavy and sharp. I didn’t want to put it down because I might forget where I put it, or someone else would find it, so I carried it the whole way. I walked about 1 ½ hours finding many small agates and other rocks for my collection.
The best way to tell about my experience is to show it in pictures.(Click on the photo for full-frame.)
I was able to persuade Clemy into coming with me to feed the horses a few days ago. After we arrived, Clemy was going to sit in the car, but I really wanted her to get out so she could get a taste of country-life. She didn’t want to get out of the car because she said she was afraid of the geese.
There are two geese. The male is a white African and the female is a Canadian. They were raise together as small goslings by humans with tender care. The white one, Fritz, is mild-mannered. The Canadian goose is aggressive.
“The geese are evil and I’m afraid of them.”
“I don’t see the mean one around. The other one is nice. Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.”
The Canadian goose was nowhere in sight. After I got out of the car, Fritz came up to me wanting to be petted. I reached out my hand and touched it’s long, soft neck. He walked around me and seemed content.
Suddenly he turned and attacked Clemy, biting her legs. She screamed. I ran up to Fritz. He stopped and quietly walked over to me wanting to be petted again like nothing happened.
“He doesn’t like me, but he loves you!”
“It’s because you’re afraid of him and I’m not.”
I used to be until I saw the owner petting him. After I realized he liked to be petted I got the courage to try it. I’ve also tried to make friends with Frida, but she wants nothing to do with me or anyone else. She’s been known to pull down the pants of innocent screaming children. She attacks without any warning. Just being anywhere near her, you are a target.
I’ve learned what to do depending upon the situation. If she attacks head on, I turn my face away and attempt a back-kick. (I do not hurt the goose doing my stunts.) I’ve learned not walk away, because she will fly and attack from the rear.
Now I just pick up a stick and shake it in her face as I walk. After that, she backs off and ignores me.
I don’t know if I can talk Clemy into coming back with me, but I’ll try. I want to help her make friends with the goose and overcome her fears.
I had a really nice Mothers’ Day! My husband, Greg was trying to figure out something fun for us to do. He came up with a really great idea. . . hiking! He found a place to hike with a waterfall in WA, only 2 ½ hours from where we live! It’s located in Palouse Falls State Park.
The park has 105 acres with camping. The Falls drops from a height of 198-feet. It is really a must to see.
I’m glad my youngest daughter, Clemy was able to come with us. She’s 16 and I want to have good memories with her before she leaves home.
We spent the night in a motel in Kennewick, WA on Saturday night, and had dinner at an Indian Restaurant called Masala. The food is very good there and I would recommend it.
The next day I was happily surprised that Dutch Brothers’ gave free coffee for mothers. I got free coffee (in the morning and p.m. at 2 different locations)!
We drove to the Falls on Sunday. It was amazing when we arrived there, because who would guess there would be an amazing waterfall in the middle of nowhere?
We hiked down the “trail”, which was primitive. The trail wound around a mountain and down a steep hill with loose rock. It was a little difficult, but not mountain climbing. At the bottom of the hill, we walked through trees and vegetation where I found miners’ lettuce.
At the Falls, we could feel the mist spraying on us. There were a few other hikers there and some who braved the cold water to swim. On the top of the falls I could see other swimmers in a pool of water.
On the way back we met a man who said someone had drowned a week ago and they’d just found his body 2 days before. He said the man had gotten pulled under the falls. He was 23 years old.
Greg found 3 walking sticks, which helped hiking up the hill. I felt a lot safer on the loose rocks and steep trail.
After we reached the top, we drove to Walla Walla, Washington and ate at a Mexican restaurant. I even got free 3-cheese cake (which I gave to Clemy and Greg as I’m gluten-intolerant). They said it was delicious.
To make a great day even better, all of my adult children either called or messaged to wish me a Happy Mothers’ Day!