It is official

It is official. I am unable to follow through on anything. But still, I will maintain this blog, such as it is, to the very best of my ability. If for no other reason, than I think that I might be able to help yet. I don’t know how, when there don’t seem to be that many people reading yet. But I learned I do not care if anyone reads this or not. Creating the posts themselves is really fun for me! And even if I don’t post as often as I feel I should, I post as often as I feel I need to.

Maybe I will never be that good at blogging. Maybe I will never be popular. Maybe I would never be regular or post anything interesting to others, or maybe I will. But I won’t try it, except to try to make myself happy with writing to the best that I know I can write. In the end, that is all I can do.

If others like that, then well and good. If nobody likes it, that is fine too. The point is I am stepping closer to the writer I want to be, with the practice I put in by writing for this blog. And that is enough for me. And if I help others learn to see something new, or learn to see themselves as special and worthwhile in their own way, then that is some sweet frosting on the cake!!


For Those Days Gone By…

Hello again.

Yes, Christmas is one those holidays that is associated with cheer. But for many of us, it is also sort of a bittersweet kind of holiday. It is often hard to celebrate with a light heart when it is heavy with longing for those who are not there no more.

This post is for those that I loved and is no longer here, either because of them passing away or those who no longer want to walk by my side. For those who are alive but left me for whatever reasons, I harbor no ill feelings. Life is too short for it, and our Savior had said often that we are not to hold grudges but forgive ninety-nine times nine.  And for those who are on the other side of the grave, I will love and hold you in my heart until again we meet.

And this is a song that captures that bitter yet sweet feeling to a tee. So I think it needs a special place in my Avent posts. Enjoy, and think tenderly of your own days gone by.

Auld Lang Syne

Type: Poem

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne!

Chorus.-For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne.
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

And surely ye’ll be your pint stowp!
And surely I’ll be mine!
And we’ll tak a cup o’kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
For auld, &c.

We twa hae run about the braes,
And pou’d the gowans fine;
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary fit,
Sin’ auld lang syne.
For auld, &c.

We twa hae paidl’d in the burn,
Frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
Sin’ auld lang syne.
For auld, &c.

And there’s a hand, my trusty fere!
And gie’s a hand o’ thine!
And we’ll tak a right gude-willie waught,
For auld lang syne.
For auld, &c.



Yes. There is a character that also knows the loss of parents. And in one of the most fitting of song collections put together by a company out to get your Christmas money, She and her family sing a song about those that are no longer there. This is one of the many reasons that Apple Jack is Best Pony.
And for the non-bronies out there reading this…you know, almost all of you, that means my favorite character. Though it keeps bouncing for me, between AJ, and Pinkie Pie. But more on her another time.

What happens when you isolate yourself from the Church? It doesn’t end well….Sin and strange ideas thrive with too much isolation and resentment….🤪 Sometimes the craziest ideas take root when you think you are your best spiritual self, and you have no idea. And sometimes that little bit of resentment you have against a brother or sister turns into something huge and monstrous.
Or if you visit a friend who been missing from Church for a while and see them…..well, struggling. The reaction…it is so real!😱
Have the courage to confront sin head on. And the one that is being disciplined🤔, have the humility to listen and take the advice…and sometimes the shove back to sanity… heart!💖


Or am I the only one that thinks this?


Why Write?

Why write, when you rather not?


I have a confession to make. I don’t always feel like writing. I know, shocking, right? In fact, as much as I love to write, that is how much I avoid writing. Writing is a great deal of hard work, with at best, delayed gratification. Like, really delayed gratification. It is also humiliating at times. In order to be considered a good writer, one needs readers. So, instead of your skill, time and commitment as the only landmarks for success, a writer needs the outside opinions of these people who may or may not know what they are talking about, to measure the worth of your work. And let’s face it, for many writers, that work is our hearts and life-blood. We put everything in our work, and having strangers have the power to declare such work as good, bad or indifferent is really hard to take.


We have to have a lot of confidence to stand under the onslaught of such public opinion. We have to be really assured in our own work to be able to take the possible blows of an uncaring readership and/or editorial mind. We have to remember, in particular, that the mind of an editor or reviewer is designed to find flaws. It is not designed to find things to praise. If you do get that praise, consider yourself blessed. Someone whose job is to tear apart in order to build up found a true diamond in your work. If this happened too often, we might doubt that it is real. But they are doing you good. They are helping to make your writing better.


Is it hard to face? Yes! A thousand times yes! I spent a lot of time dreading the eye of the public. But I dreaded and still dread, sending my babies out to people who are supposed to tear them a new one. I do not want to face the fact that my work is still bad. In my heart of hearts, I want to put my pen to paper, or my fingers to the keyboard, and masterpieces tumble out effortlessly. It’s not in my nature to have to work at anything, and face disappointments. I am not preserving. I am a quitter by nature. Hopefully, that can be drilled out. But it took a lot of humbling situation to realize that it is unfair to myself and to others to expect to be a master at the craft of writing without being an apprentice first.

It is not the trials that keep me at my keyboard. It is the need. I write because I must. My brain continuously spins out stories and ideas, no matter what I actually do with the ideas and stories. One day, I told myself, if I am going to keep missing sleep because my brain is on overdrive, it might as well be spent getting those ideas out of my head and on paper. In the end, this is the real reason why I dare to give these offerings to the public. If I am going to put all this effort toward writing, then I might as well share it. Maybe, even if I never am what the world calls a ‘great’ writer, I could still amuse a few people. Maybe I can even inspire someone to do likewise. Maybe even inspire someone who will end up being a great writer. To me, that is as good a goal as being a great writer myself.

What about you? Do you feel the same way? Do you want to avoid the hard work and the humble situation of putting your work on the chopping block? Do you think you can deal with criticism well? Do you have the resilience to stand up under others opinion? What do you think is the work that you are meant to do while here on earth? Taking time to answer questions like this might be the best investment of time you can do for yourself.