Word Power!

 

Words heal & hurt,

Words emote love & hatred,

Words bless & curse,

Words help us with directions or get us lost,

Words vary, depending upon our mood.

There’s a vast forest of words to chose from that may have control over our day, even our existence. In order to have positivity influence our everyday lives those things that come from our lips often reflect exactly where our heart is.

Surely those of us who write get stuck when creativity is lost or blocked. Therefore, along with my trusty thesaurus, one of my new favorite sites has become Urban Dictionary.  It can be quite entertaining to explore the evolution of words. Let’s face it, my Great Grand Father that I wrote about yesterday had no idea that “COOL” would come to have about a million different meanings, for instance, “The breeze feels cool on this Montana morning, reminds me winter is on it’s way.” —-Code for, “Oh Shit! Do we have enough wood split? I don’t want to be out there when it’s 20 below ZERO in February!” This is a perfect description of my husband and I this winter. We just didn’t prepare enough dead trees from the Pennsylvania forest neatly split & stacked in the yard to feed the wood-stove. Winter was colder than usual and longer than Spring this year. We spent a lot of time in the cold to get warm! Regrettable, just regrettable. I digress . . . back to words.

Words are incredibly powerful. We need to choose them wisely. I challenge you, dear reader, find some words that describe who you want to be, where you want to go, use those words as weapons against that which keeps you away from where you are heading. What words will strengthen relationships? What words will build? Have some fun –bring the positive into your life and the lives of others!  Find even one word each day that will bring you to a better place.

Enjoying the Adventure!

Dr. Dink

 

 

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Stranger things . . .

The first time I saw one, I laughed. If you are from the Northeast, like me, and you’ve never visited the Southwest, you may be like I was and thought that the desert looks like the Sahara and that’s it. No one driving through Southern California would argue that image, except the sand is whiter.

Last year, when my daughter and I drove Rt. 8 from Phoenix on our way to visit my son in San Diego, I was astounded by the “nothingness”. White sand dunes and more white sand dunes. It was wonderfully beautiful and strange. Rt. 8 runs so close to the Mexican border that if you spit out your gum, it might land in a different country. Unlike the hilly, mountainous desert surrounding the Phoenix area, this exactly what I perceived as  DESERT. So imagine my giggles when someone was heading EAST with a big ol’ boat behind their truck!

I mean, really?!?!?!?!

Not uncommon either!

Just wish I had a photo!

Enjoying The Adventure,

Dr. Dink

Rebel of a Man

screenshot_20180510-151109~2821368290..jpgMy Great-Grandfather, Mr. George Bunting was an intriguing man. I wish that I could travel back in time to meet him. He served in the United States Navy during the Spanish American War. I  am fortunate to have a few of his log books, filled with meticulous notes of what foods and items were used in the ship’s galley. He also kept a personal diary of the ship’s journeys, mostly port to port with the dates they sailed and landed. One day they came across a ship that was sinking and they took the sailors on-board, saving their lives from the treacherous sea. He was a sailor and I call him rebel but that’s not the full story!

My Great Grandfather was more than brave and adventurous, he was homesteader! After the war, he relocated his wife and five children to Montana from Maryland. Imagine with me if you will, it is around the year 1899. Times were tough and this young father hears that there may be good opportunity to settle and thrive in a distant land. I’m not sure how they got there, or how they moved their things, it may have been by horse, train, or both. What I do know is that they risked EVERYTHING to homestead. They struggled in ways that we of the 21st Century will never understand. Many years later, they lost the farm, but his son Lewis’ favorite stories came from this time of his life. I can still hear my Grandpop’s voice telling me, “You think it’s cold and snowy here in New Jersey? Well, let me tell you, the snow was so deep in Montana, we used to sled off the barn roof!” His Daddy was a rebel, but that’s not the full story!

My Great Grandfather was strong. He picked up the pieces of their broken lives and moved back east to farm near family. I know they were poor. I know they struggled. My Great Grandfather was a rebel in that he looked at the enemy of disappointment, loss and struggle smack in the face and said, “I will go on!”  I’m grateful to have his DNA!

May we all find our rebel within!

Enjoying the Adventure!

Dr. Dink

 

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Negative Blindness

So, Yeah, I realized this morning that I have a case of negative blindness. It makes it very difficult to see, you see, and that is a good thing!

Last week I made a commitment to write about positive things. I’m just so tired of being bombarded by negative voices. These voices may be heard on the news, late night talk shows (whatever happened to comedy?), or a feed in social media. Negativity enters into many aspects of life when we are constantly hearing that voice and seeing those images. It just gets tiring, actually quite boring, reminding me of a skipping skipping vinyl record . . . blip, blip, blip. I decided to do something about it and guess what has happened in a very short time? I’m blinded! I’m having difficulty seeing it.

Consider me an optimistic cynic. I do ask questions, I do wonder what truth is, I do realize that bitching about something is perfectly normal & guess what? I’m not naive, I know that there will be plenty of time for bitching! That doesn’t necessarily take away from trying to have a more positive outlook, it just recognizes the reality of life is not a perfect rose-garden with sunshine & lollipops all the time. Shit happens & darn it, that just sucks.

One can easily get caught up in that last paragraph and be blinded from seeing beauty, grace, laughter and yes, sunshine & roses. However, wouldn’t it be wonderful if the entire world could just embrace positivity for a day? One day would lead to a week, month and so on. I like that I’m literally seeing things with a positive world-view. It changes everything.

Enjoying the Adventure & Quite Happy to Be Blinded!

Dr. Dink

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Holding Hands with Nanos the $5 Alligator

Yes, I agree with you, it is a bit skewed to be holding hands with a $5 alligator. Nanos came to us last year, when I found him on clearance at the local market, I thought Jake might enjoy floating on him in the pool. Little did I know that Nanos would last longer than the $5 expectation.

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This creature has been thrown, drug around, pounced on, hung on the wall & used as a runner in the playroom. He’s probably been peed on by the dogs too. (Don’t worry, he’s plastic, anything will wash off!)

I’ve been enjoying Nanos therapy almost every afternoon while here in Arizona. When your helping with a two year old and that two year old takes a nap . . . let me tell you, you relax too! Really, I have no guilt floating in the pool, getting a great tan. (It’s called survival of the fittest.)

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Today, as I was floating, I mused over different things I’ve read, seen and experienced and I looked down & Nanos was holding my hand. Well you have to rest your hand somewhere! When I realized all the fun, relaxation and discounted therapy Nanos has brought, I found myself in a place of gratefulness. Nanos lead me to think of other things that I am grateful for too. Wow! Forget extravagance! I’ll take the $5 joy any day! I hope find your Nanos too!

Enjoying the Adventure! 

 

Dr. Dink

Lawn Ornament?

At first I thought it was a yard ornament, but I was walking so as I passed by I noticed movement. Although I’m not a suburban girl, one thing nice about the “planned community” is the wonderful walking paths. This community in the Southwest has six foot concrete walls separating house from house, neighbor from neighbor, dog from dog and turtles from the water they long for on the other side. I wondered, how did this huge hard-shelled creature get over the two foot dividing fence between park, lake & fountains? Maybe Mr. Turtle was an adopted pet. Maybe he was a Ninja & could do parkour to get to the other side when no one was looking.

In all seriousness, it was a wonderful reprieve to stop, wait for that turtle to move again & forget the rapid pace of the world around me. Just a few streets away the morning rush hour was noisily running toward the  stress of the day. I am convinced that in order to “be more positive” you must make and take the time to do so. Who knows what you might see when you do!

Enjoying the Adventure, (Because I make the time to do so!)

Dr. Dink

 

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Trypophobia

I’ve been helping out my daughter for the past few weeks, she hasn’t been feeling well. So go ahead! Twist my arm & ask me to stay and play with my grandbaby, otherwise known as my heart. I forgot (30 years later) just how energetic, loving, crazy, psycho and draining a two year old can be!!!

He was pretty upset with me because I told him it was time to stop watching TV. Oh don’t judge! We were watching learning videos about colors, numbers & letters. I thought, “I’ll get him in the bathtub, that’s always fun.”  No, it wasn’t. He fought the whole way in. Oh this sounds really bad, he’s a good little boy, but this was the worse I’ve seen as far as, “What can I do to get my way?!?!” Of course I had to show him I was more stubborn than him. When I ran the bath water, I added some bubbles. I mean really, bubbles would melt the heart of any soon-to-be-a-man, don’t you think?

At first he was interested in the bubbles, but then they stuck to his arm. The screaming was epic. He was terrified of those beautiful bubbles attached to his arm. What is a grandma to do? Please tell me, how do I fix this one? Somehow through my antics, a two year old switch flipped and he decided that those bubbles were the coolest thing ever. Phew! Do you see me wiping my forehead? Can you feel the relief? I don’t ever want to be the one of eight grandparents that caused him to have trypophobia. Where could that lead?

I knew that phobias were named using Greek words & I was quite the Greek freak in school, so I looked up and found Trypophobia, which is a new term that has been adopted by unofficial sources to describe “fear of small holes”. These small holes can be from many different sources of which one is bubbles.  Evidently, it can cause great fear in those who suffer from the issue. Can you imagine family reunions? What if Jake would be afraid of blowing bubbles with the other kids because of Dink, tisk, tisk.

It was pretty easy to convince a two year old that bubbles are awesome. But when we get ourselves stuck in a proverbial bubble as adults, sometimes it’s not so easy to pop it, eh? I’ve done it myself, you know, wrapped myself up in an attitude, fear of trying something new, or thinking that what I was experiencing at present was my new reality for life. For some it leads to prejudice, complacency, negativity and more.

Bubbles are fragile. All they are is soap, water and air. The bubbles of life that keep us from moving forward from a negative situation or attitude can be popped. Usually, all we have to do is decide to break it. You may be stuck in a life bubble, if so .  . . What is holding you in a small place? What are you afraid of? Who is it affecting?  Are you, in effect, screaming like a two year old with white stuff attached to his arm, when in reality so much more is available to enjoy?

img_20170422_152707098570701229.jpgAll this talk about bubble baths, I think I need to go have one myself! Don’t you have a big red tub in your pickup too?

 

Or, at the very least, go to Walmart & buy a bottle of bubbles and remember. Remember what it’s like to be a kid, free to enjoy, get caught up in the beauty, magic and simplicity of bubbles.

Enjoying the Adventure!

Dr. Dink

 

 

 

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