It seems as though time just flys these days and there is no time to even rap your head around the fact that time is wizzling by. That has been my life for the last little while and Iam just starting to come up for air. I have been working non-stop and have been trying to enjoy my life in the process, which all of you know is some times difficult. I down loaded this blogger app for my phone so I hope to stay more up to date with posting. I really do love blogging and I miss it a lot these days. Iam always thinking, oh that would be awesome for my blog but never get a spare minute to pull out my computer and jot it down.
So here are some pictures of what I have been up to and I hope that I will get back into the habit of writing on my lovely blog again.

March 1st

What a strange pattern the shuttle of life can weave. - Frances Marion

Each experience we have plays its part in the total picture of our lives. The steps we have taken, the path we travel today, and our direction tomorrow are not by chance. There is a pattern. We each have a destiny. We may have veered off the path in the past, and we may veer off it again. But we’ll be guided back, and our paths intersect. None of us is traveling alone. We have each other and the creative force that is at the helm.

When we look around us and reflect on how our lives are influenced by the persons close to us, we become aware that our presents affects their lives as well. Most of us could never have predicted the events that have influenced us. Nor can we anticipate what the future may hold. We can be certain, however, that we are safe; a power greater than ourselves is orchestrating our affairs.

There were times we feared we’d never survive and experience. Perhaps we still struggle with fears about new experiences. But every experience adds a necessary thread to the pattern our life is weaving. We have the gift of reflection. We can understand, today, the importance of particular events of the past. Next month, next year, we’ll understand today.

I shall enjoy the richness of today. My life is weaving an intricate, necessary pattern that is uniquely mine.

The past is history, the future a mystery and today a gift, that is why they call it the present.

Don’t forget to smile!
From Each day a new beginning by Hazelden meditation seriers