What we can count on...

You have to examine every facet of that diamond of "what we can count on."

 I know it is hard to believe but there are so many things in this ever changing, daily life of ours that are still constant, that we can still count on. Everything seems to shift every moment and as soon as we get use to a thing, that thing changes. We all need and want a few things we can look to as things we can depend on to always be as they are. Those things can be such a comfort but beware for not all of those constants are welcome ones as both good and not so good things will be among them. As you read, and weigh the two, let your scales tip in favor of the good things. The two things range far and wide, from one simple end to one complicated end of the spectrum. They are, at least, things we can count on.

      The sky will always be above us, and the water will always quench us. True friends will always stay, and enemies will always try to. Once a lie is told then no apology erases the memory and, as well, when we touch another life then nothing erases that memory either. It will always be easier to give in, but it will always be more rewarding to never give up. 

       The birds will always sing and morning will always follow night. We know that the clouds will always change as they move and that the mountains will always stand large if they are not moved. Tended to properly we know that things will always grow and that left alone, things will often perish. It is the air that will always fill our lungs and love that will always fill our hearts. A new day will always challenge us, and a new sunset will always satisfy us. The list dances across each facet of this diamond and some things would wish to steal its shine while other things polish it brightly. So, when things seem scattered to the four winds with that turbulent howl, try to hush the noise and concentrate on the better side of what we can count on...

Pam’s late-night thoughts…

What does it really mean...

"Stop and smell the roses." Allow me to explain what that really means.

By saying the word "stop" it has gotten you to "slow down" and to observe...

By saying the words "smell the roses" it has gotten you to realize a fragrant joy that just might be worth "slowing down" for!

Please try not to rush past anything that is worth slowing down for.

Pam's "take a moment" thoughts...

 

Celebratory 50th blog of 2024

 Celebrating my 50th Blog of 2024…

  This year has been special to me as it marks my return to writing on this page after a 9yr hiatus. I stumbled my way through writing my first blog in 2012, the same year my first book was published. My posts ran fully through 2013 but fell down in number in 2014. I would post my last, and only blog, in 2015. Life got in my way, as it often does for all of us, and it took me some time to move the mountains in my path. But, as fate chose to have it, it all led me straight to the horizon of the publication of my second book... “Under the Mulberry Tree" in 2019. My sheer joy of writing that book blossomed with every word that danced across my screen. It was the breath of fresh air that fired my writing soul back to life. It is a sweet little mystery that I truly believe, and hope, will appeal to anyone that opens its cover. I have since independently published my third book “Through the Eyes of Life” in 2023. If you fancy it so, you may visit me at pamscholes.com and read about them both and, if intrigued, you may purchase either via secure Square checkout. I shall autograph your book to your liking and mail it to you in 2 business days. It was in January of 2024 when I opened up my blog page for the first time in 9 years and yet the words flowed like they never had. This exciting journey down these World of Words has brought forth the fruition of my passion…to a sharing of what I love to do…to the heartbeat of my very dream. Thinking back to when I was a little girl…my mother told me I had an imaginary friend, but I do believe that was when I began writing poems and creating stories in my head and sending them into the winds in a whispered voice. That was a long time ago, but it clearly, all began right there. I guess you could say I started writing before I had even started school to learn my letters. My mother had always read to me, even before I was born, and I must have heard every word and gotten swept away by what would become my aspiration in life. And here I am in 2024 with three books under my writing belt and it does make me smile, from time to time, at the reward that life has seen fit to grace me with. And it has, in my eyes, afforded me the upmost pleasure of being able to welcome everyone through the wide-open doors of the here and now...My Wonderful World of Words.

Pam's dreams and thought's...

Lane of memories

 We all take that occasional stroll down memory lane...down our lane of memories to revisit the paths that lay behind us; the ones that led us to the place we are now. Each of us finds ourselves, at times, unable to not revisit the journey that is paved with our footsteps. For some, the lane of memories can be haunting...it can be littered with fragments and flashes of a time we may wish to set aside and forget...even though forgetting is generally energy spent in vain. In so many ways it is most beneficial to us if we stare those memories in the eye so that we do not forget...do not forget where we came from...do not forget how far we have come...do not forget what made us who we are...do not forget that we have earned our happy spot in life...do not forget to remain steadfast and humble as we travel forward...do not forget that all happened for the reason of yielding to something better now...do not forget that the roadblocks were merely challenges...do not forget that, while we cried, we also laughed and lived...do not forget the decisions made in haste...do not forget the chances never taken...do not forget to trust ourselves now as we trusted ourselves then...do not forget to never squander time...do not forget those who cradled us in darker times...do not forget that fear is almost necessary in order to succeed...do not forget your original dream and all the passion it was built of...do not forget that laughter shines thru tears as the sun shines thru the rain...

See, there is much to remember and equally as much to forget but there is so much more to remember to not forget...today is a product of yesterday and tomorrow will be the product of today and so on the journey goes...so when you find yourself looking down the abyss, that is your lane of memories, do not forget that it all mattered...that it all counted...that it all meant something...that it was all worth it...and that you are better because if it all.  

Pam's late-night thoughts...  

I don't think I can make it to Friday!!!

 We all know the look of “I just don’t think I can make it to Friday!" And those looks, I swear, begin right out of the weekly gate!

The Hair Do that should have remained in place for a day or two, at least in some way, has fallen by noon on Monday about the same time we realize that that other sock IS navy, not black! The lunch we took the time to make, to bring to work, will just have to wait because if we don’t take that 5–10minute break when we can then we don’t get any break…not today! Those “I’ve missed lunch today” glares peak by Tuesday and now everyone is suspect looking over who is going to be “the one” that tips my teapot! You dread Wednesday so bad, as the last two days didn’t close the deal that great, that you can’t sleep Tuesday night and the more frustrated you get, the more you toss and turn. So now we drag ourselves out of bed Wednesday morning and shuffle to the coffee maker with that “I haven’t slept or had coffee so whatever it is I’m not the answer” look! We walk into work and people just stare as they keep their distance, wondering what our grumbling face is all about while wearing their “gosh I hope it’s not me” pleading faces. Even the dog had sensed the aura that “it’s not a good time” and will hold it before indicating to us they need to go out! Wednesday will officially be the longest day on earth by 1:30 as we now scoot around to the beat of the slowest ticking clock ever! By the time the workday ends we half walk, half shuffle to our cars, in a daze, to join the masses filled with road rage for the manic, lane fighting ride home! Of course, that 2% chance of rain arrived, in the form of a monsoon, half hour ago and had clearly poured the whole time. We manage to survive our way home, only to get soaking wet after deciding “it’s not going to let up” and making that mad dash from the car to the front door. Oh, don’t forget about the puddle of water we parked in and stepped into gearing up for that mad dash to safety and how our shoes and feet are sloshing wet, and how our hair is flatly stuck to our head! We rip the wet clothes off and yank on the loosest most comfy thing we own and collapse onto the couch. We begin to, without realizing it, pray about Thursday as the chances of seeing Friday seem very distant! Too tired to cook anything we settle on a banana and go to bed hungry! The alarm clock sounds off Thursday morning and we angrily slap it quiet! We know that no amount of coffee in the world can pull us from that “I don’t want to go to work” plotting mentality! Only because we have to, we suck it up and get prepared for battle and stomp our way into work wearing that “not today folks” smear with that "I dare you" grin! The chance of un-wrinkling our smug face is not looking good. We hide in our offices, the back of the break room, pretend to be on the phone, and consume more coffee than we should. Now we are truly on the edge! Two days later, it seems, 5:00 rolls around and we flee like the school bell just let out at recess to discover we have forgotten our purse or briefcase on our desk and begin to argue with ourselves about whether we REALLY need it today or not! Of course, we had missed lunch again and concede that we must produce some kind of dinner. We put the food on the stove to cook and have a seat. The situation has now entered the point of no return, and we lay our head down for just a moment and it's lights out while the food bubbles and boils. This is the final straw, and all evidence is screaming “I just don’t think I can make it to Friday." We have approached the finish line but the “crossing it feeling” has negatively consumed us. And you find yourself looking just like the pic below…exhausted and filled with the “I just don’t care” attitude. Friday survival just can’t be thought about as we accept that we probably will not win. I’m going to cease here as Friday remains to be seen…I am curious how many will make it thru that dreadful day figuring “Murphys Law” awaits us where everything that could go wrong most likely will! Exhibit A rests below! Enjoy the laughs of “I don’t think I can make it to Friday” looks!”

Pam's early morning chuckles...

Oh, How Much I Would Wish...

    If I were in the position to hand out and grant wishes I would wish so much for so many. I would wish that I could let everyone see the world through my eyes and me see it, in return, through their eyes. I would wish that for one harmonious moment that all in the world had a voice of song and sang it together in exultation. I would wish that everyone we smiled at would smile back at us, show a tiny fraction of kindness. I would most certainly wish for more love to be in more hearts and that those hearts beat in unison with another.

    I would wish for more times to laugh and less times to cry even though I understand that they are both important. I would wish that for a moments time that all people felt no hunger, had shelter, and got to feel what it feels like to be free. I would wish for every ear to hear the birds and every eye to see the sunrise. I would above all wish peace in all souls, a place for peace to be safe and protected. I could go on and on and share my wishes forever and hopefully, with these words, I am. I wish...

Pam's late-night wishes

A tribute to a phenomenal woman...my mother

Shirley Dowlen:

You are an amazing woman…an amazing person...life has been one grand journey riding on your coattails as your daughter...you’ve been everything...you've been more than everything...you’ve been at every turn...around every bend...waiting for me to find my way...you’ve been my nourishment and often my very air...you taught me to learn from every step I took...you’ve been my safety net when there were none...you’ve been the voice over every noise...you’ve been the warmth in every freeze...you’ve been the sun behind my clouds...and the rays that shined thru...you’ve been my blanket of comfort for all of my life...you were the steps I began to follow...they helped me lead my own way...every time I wandered, I found you waiting...you’ve been my sounding board and fireside...you were my hope when I lost sight of mine...you’ve been my encouragement in the face of all diversity and challenges…you’ve surrounded me every day...without exception...you’ve overcome incredible odds...done amazing things...you’ve been a salvation to so many who were in need...

So here we are...what could I possibly say that would measure up?...that would even near equaling what you’ve been to me?...I’m a writer, an author, a songwriter and yet the words elude me...therefore I shall tell you simply/deeply/fiercely how much I love, admire, and thank you...

I hope I have served you well in return...my cup always runneth over…❤️

Pam's late-night feelings...