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December 25, 2015

T.G.I.F.: It’s been a long week

It may have been a fun week, BUT that doesn’t mean it wasn’t tiring! Are you ready for the weekend? And New Year’s Eve & New Year’s Day?

Peace, love & rest for all,

Sherrie


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December 24, 2015

1012. I opened…

Beautiful art & great poems! ;-)

Peace, love & joy to all,

Sherrie


Sacred Touches


two amazing gifts this morning–my ears.



Screen Shot 2015-12-20 at 5.54.06 PM.pngYour head is a living

forest full of song birds.

~e.e. cummings



The birds of the sky nest beside the waters; they sing among the branches. ~Psalm 104:12   ✝



**Images via Pinterest; collage created by Natalie




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December 23, 2015

Miss Universe 2015

I hate Beauty Pageants because, as you mention, OM, they are misogynist by their nature. Imagine doing this to MEN! The fact that it would be totally ridiculous makes the point!

BUT I am SO GLAD that Ms. Philippines won. The Philippines has so much poverty and is so divided (by more than 100 languages & thousand islands).

They have had corruption in their government and countries dominating then for hundreds of years. They have at least two major religions: Muslim & Catholicism (with the country basically ignoring the first one OR oppressing them).

I recently read the novel, “Smaller & Smaller Circles” (which is reviewed on my blog). It shows how many killings are basically ignored because the children are street kids. I am also aware of women being treated horribly, but no one care because they are so poor they had to become prostitutes to survive.

My husband is Filipino and there are a lot of wonderful Filipinos all over the world, but they only concern themselves with helping their family and townspeople because of the divisions I mentioned above.

If you want to help the poor in the Philippines, go to OneFilipino.org & see what you can do! ;-)

Peace, love & a descent life for all,

Sherrie

Sherrie Miranda's historically based, coming of age, Adventure novel “Secrets & Lies in El Salvador” is about an American girl in war-torn El Salvador:

http://tinyurl.com/klxbt4y

Her husband made a video for her novel. He wrote the song too:


https://www.youtube.com/embed/P11Ch5chkAc?version=3&rel=1&fs=1&autohide=2&showsearch=0&showinfo=1&iv_load_policy=1&wmode=transparent

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I admit I watched it. The ending was an epic failure by Steve Harvey and was about as awkward as his current Family Fued episodes that show only black versus white families. I felt Miss South Korea should have won. She is Korean after all.



If you missed it and haven’t seen the numerous stories on every media about it basically Steve Havrey announced the wrong winner for the Miss Universe pageant last night. He looked pretty sad reluctantly walking back on stage to say he had made a mistake. The last Miss Universe looked like she felt really bad for Miss Colombia as she took the crown she had just given her back to give it to the real winner. Particularly considering the ex Miss Universe is Colombian as well and it was a historic moment if the same country had won back to back. People are blaming Trump…


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Published on December 23, 2015 13:35

Lift…

This goes perfectly with the last quote! Reminders to spend your time with people and things that make you the “BEST YOU” you can be! Thank you, Natalie, for sharing these! ;-)

Peace, love & understanding to all,

Sherrie


Sacred Touches


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Published on December 23, 2015 12:39

A spark…

This is such a great quote that Natalie posted, that I am sharing it on my blog too! ;-)

Peace & blessings to all,

Sherrie


Sacred Touches


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Published on December 23, 2015 12:35

Romantic Wednesday Christmas Poem

Erika’s poem perfectly expresses my feelings for my husband of ten years. Plus he just gave me a beautiful card, but I’m going to wait to share it for Valentine’s Day, so this one is perfect for the holidays! ;-)

Peace, blessings & hopes of unconditional love for all,

Sherrie

P.S. Thanks for the song too, Erika! ;-) I hope you don’t mind that I changed it from Tues. to Wed.?!


 


 


Erika Kind


Christmas Reflections



My head rests on your shoulder
Your arms around my waist
Standing in front of our tree
As we do on Christmas days



I’m thinking back to our first one
We celebrated together
You looked into my eyes and said:
“This is the best Christmas ever!”



We had already come so far
Together passed the stormy sea
Hand in hand we climbed the mountain
And crossed that deep and dark valley



Like Bonnie and Clyde
Like Yoko and John
We’ve felt this closeness
Already from day one



Our hearts have been open
Right from day one
Since true love has happened
Our life’s just begun



A oneness we have never known
But yearned for painfully
Now we know t’was a memory
Of what was meant to be



“I hold your hand
And you hold mine
Now and Forever
Till the end of time”



Vows which never lose their…


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Published on December 23, 2015 12:31

Romantic Wednesday Christmas Poem

Erika’s poem perfectly expresses my feelings for my husband of ten years. Plus he just gave me a beautiful card, but I’m going to wait to share it for Valentine’s Day, so this one is perfect for the holidays! ;-)

Peace, blessings & hopes of unconditional love for all,

Sherrie

P.S. Thanks for the song too, Erika! ;-) I hope you don’t mind that I changed it from Tues. to Wed.?!


 


 


Erika Kind


Christmas Reflections



My head rests on your shoulder
Your arms around my waist
Standing in front of our tree
As we do on Christmas days



I’m thinking back to our first one
We celebrated together
You looked into my eyes and said:
“This is the best Christmas ever!”



We had already come so far
Together passed the stormy sea
Hand in hand we climbed the mountain
And crossed that deep and dark valley



Like Bonnie and Clyde
Like Yoko and John
We’ve felt this closeness
Already from day one



Our hearts have been open
Right from day one
Since true love has happened
Our life’s just begun



A oneness we have never known
But yearned for painfully
Now we know t’was a memory
Of what was meant to be



“I hold your hand
And you hold mine
Now and Forever
Till the end of time”



Vows which never lose their…


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Published on December 23, 2015 12:31

Romantic Wednesday Christmas Poem

Erika’s poem perfectly expresses my feelings for my husband of ten years. Plus he just gave me a beautiful card, but I’m going to wait to share it for Valentine’s Day, so this one is perfect for the holidays! ;-)

Peace, blessings & hopes of unconditional love for all,

Sherrie

P.S. Thanks for the song too, Erika! ;-) I hope you don’t mind that I changed it from Tues. to Wed.?!


 


 


Erika Kind


Christmas Reflections



My head rests on your shoulder
Your arms around my waist
Standing in front of our tree
As we do on Christmas days



I’m thinking back to our first one
We celebrated together
You looked into my eyes and said:
“This is the best Christmas ever!”



We had already come so far
Together passed the stormy sea
Hand in hand we climbed the mountain
And crossed that deep and dark valley



Like Bonnie and Clyde
Like Yoko and John
We’ve felt this closeness
Already from day one



Our hearts have been open
Right from day one
Since true love has happened
Our life’s just begun



A oneness we have never known
But yearned for painfully
Now we know t’was a memory
Of what was meant to be



“I hold your hand
And you hold mine
Now and Forever
Till the end of time”



Vows which never lose their…


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December 22, 2015

Skinny

This is just another -ISM, a form of prejudice. It’s another way people make themselves feel better by putting down others!

I fall in the other category though I now realize I was just fine when I was younger, BUT MY peers DID buy into the “Twiggy” thing.

What I have finally decided is that I MUST try to be my healthiest. That means taking off SOME weight, converting fat to muscle and being more active.

If a skinny person has muscle, they are healthy. If a heavy person has muscle, they are healthier than the ones who don’t.

Whatever else you do, try to get the nutrients you need and keep adding muscle, no matter your age.

Don’t be like I was. I heard that meat built muscle. As a teen, the last thing I wanted was muscle, so I ate almost no meat. Luckily, in my early twenties, I was introduced to black beans, which I love to this day! I still eat some meat (if it’s crunchy), but I eat more beans, grains and especially eat lots of fiber. The fiber helps me get some of these poisons out that accumulate from our American diet.

So, love yourself the way you are, but keep working on becoming healthier. DAY BY DAY!

Peace, self-love & inner joy to all,

Sherrie


vanbytheriver


Skinny Shaming.



It might be hard to imagine today, but it was a reality of the 1950’s and early 1960’s;glamour evident in every magazine, newspaper and television screen.



Standards of beauty involved curves. An iconic Marilyn Monroe stood at 5 ft. 5 in. and fluctuated between 125 and 140 lbs., reputed to be a size 16.



The ethic of my eastern European heritage dictated that a plump wife was a sign of a man’s good fortune. My grandmother and mother fell into line.



By anyone’s standards, they were overweight. Fat was not the exception, it was the norm; particularly in women who’d born children.



We children were quite different. We were rail-thin. I was, by far, the worst.



Somewhere around age 7, I just stopped eating. Today, they would call it a disorder, maybe even anorexia. I was grossly underweight, severely anemic, depressed over family trauma.



Me. Age 8 .


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I, Immigrant

Thanks, Van, for this short but poignant post. You are right: Unless you are 100% Native American (or what they call themselves: “Indian”), then you are a child of an immigrant. That’s what makes us American: having ancestors from other places.

I still hope to follow my maternal grandmother’s roots back to her gypsy beginnings. She was a very special woman who I wish I had known better. ;-)

Peace, love & respect for all, no matter where they hail from,

Sherrie


vanbytheriver


My mother’s family emigrated from Germany in the 1700’s, from Ireland in the 1800’s, landing in Philadelphia, the City of Brotherly Love.



statue-of-liberty 1910 Image. Library of Congress.



My father’s family were among those “huddled masses” of the early 1900’s, escaping eastern Europe for a better life.



They were drawn by the promise of work in the steel mills and farmlands of rural Pennsylvania.



I am the child of immigrants.



We all are.



Important to remember that.


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Published on December 22, 2015 12:14