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Don’t Let the Past Stop You

Sometimes we spend so much time and energy thinking about where we want to go that we don’t notice where we happen to be.

Dan Gutman, From Texas with Love

When I first moved from Oregon to Texas, all I did was mourn for the area that I left behind.  I couldn’t see the beauty that was all around me, simply because I was too busy wishing I was somewhere else.

Sometimes it’s hard to leave the past behind.  Past experiences, past loves, past places all seem to follow us and haunt us.  You don’t have to forget about the past, but don’t let it cripple you.  Be sure to see each day with new eyes.  Savor each one, because you never know when you might be experiencing your last one.

Posted in Life, Writing

From My Writing Desk

I’m sitting in my favorite room of the house, at my favorite spot, my writing desk.  Well, my dining room table, actually.  

Today is gray and cloudy and it has been raining here for several days.  But when I sit here and look out the window, I don’t care what the weather is.  I always have a beautiful view.   

This room was deemed my favorite room the first time that I walked into this house and that opinion has not changed.  The most amazing morning light graces these walls.  That is, on the days that it’s sunny. 

This room has a way of energizing me and relaxing me at the same time.  I feel calm, yet I’m excited to sit down at keyboard and begin creating.  

Creating.  That’s a good word for it.  

Tell me, do you have a favorite spot to write, to be creative?  What is it about this spot that is special to you? 

Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson

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Thanksgiving – 2022

My life has been, and still is, very very blessed.  I have a lovely home, a good car, plenty to eat and a sweet dog that loves me.  But the thing that I am most thankful for is the Loved Ones in my life, those connected to me by blood and those that are not.

May your life be as blessed.

Happy Thanksgiving.

 

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Thankful – 11/22/22

Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.

—Robert Brault

It’s a funny thing about life, once you begin to take note of the things you are grateful for, you begin to lose sight of the things that you lack.

– Germany Kent

Some people are always grumbling because roses have thorns; I am thankful that thorns have roses.

– Alphonse Karr

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Thankful – Nov. 21, 2022

Be thankful for what you have; you’ll end up having more. If you concentrate on what you don’t have, you will never, ever have enough.

– Oprah Winfrey

I’m thankful for my struggle because without it I wouldn’t have stumbled across my strength.

– Anonymous

Image by -Rita-👩‍🍳 und 📷 mit ❤ from Pixabay

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We Need Silence

See how nature – trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence… We need silence to be able to touch souls. ”

― Mother Teresa

*Sometimes the noise of this world becomes too much.  I crave the silence to quiet my mind and soul. 

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My Past Life… – Thankful and Blessed

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My very early childhood was unusual, to say the least.  My brothers, mother and I moved a LOT.  I’ve been told I was born with wheels on my butt.

My mother left and divorced my birth-father when I was very young.  My father was a timber-faller.  We lived quite modestly. 

Mom then married a man a that was a migrant worker.  As a family, we followed the fruit, picking as we went, to earn a living.  We lived in Picker’s Cabins or tents or the back of the station wagon.

This was in the early 1960’s.   Although many black people did this type of work, people don’t realize that in the 1960’s, a large percentage of the migrant workers were white families, just like mine.  Today, the migrant workers are mostly Hispanic.  The working conditions are no better today, in fact in some instances, they are worse.

Most of the Picker’s Cabins had no running water or electricity.  Women cooked on communal stoves or over open fires.  The toilets, if there were any, were few and in disgraceful disrepair.  In a lot of cases, there were only outhouses.

There were few laundry facilities.  Most of the time, clothing was washed by hand and hung to dry.

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In some of the cabins, the property owners provided bales of straw to use as bedding and insulation.  In some instances, you didn’t even get that.  The more generous ones provided crude bunk beds.  

I was lucky.  My mother and step-father were prepared.  We had a nice canvas tent and bedding or sleeping bags.

My mother became very adept at cooking over an open fire.  She was amazing!

Washing and sanitary conditions were a challenge.  The water came from a single faucet for all the workers in most instances.  Water had to be carried for washing, bathing or cooking.

I have 3 brothers; two older brothers and one younger one.  My brothers and I spent our days out in the fields with my parents.  We weren’t much help as far as the picking went, but my mother could keep an eye on us as she worked.

I can imagine the hardship on her with 4 children living in these conditions.  My younger brother was just a toddler at the time.

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The migrant workers were exploited at every turn.  Many were uneducated and illiterate.  In some instances, the workers would end up owing more money to the owner’s ‘store’ than they had earned; thus, keeping them working for little or nothing instead of moving on.

There was often times a “boss” on the farm that the workers reported to, depending on how large the farm was.  Sometimes the boss would skim off the top of the worker’s wages.  They would be quoted one price upon arrival at the farm, but when payday came, they were at the mercy of the boss.  If they complained, they were simply run off the farm.  This meant they were out of work.

There were many horrors that took place on these farms; anything from rapes, to murders and exploitation.  These people were at the mercy of the farmer.

I was fortunate.  This lifestyle didn’t last long.  I think we were on the road for a couple of years.  I was also lucky that I was so young.  It’s just the way life was; I knew no different.

This is a part of history that most Americans have forgotten or don’t know about.  This is a shameful, dark part of our own culture.

If you’d like to learn more about this time in American history, I invite you to watch this video. This video was broadcast on Thanksgiving Day in 1960.  It’s called “Harvest of Shame”.  See it HERE. While most of it is set in Florida and the east coast, I was on the west coast as a kid.  It is still an eye opener.  

*There was a followup video made of the 1960 version called “Harvest of Shame Revisited“.  This was made in 2010.  While the conditions and pay had improved, it is still a very hard way to live. You can see that video HERE.

**With Thanksgiving quickly approaching, I felt that this post, originally from 2014, but modified here, was appropriate.  Although I had a rough start in life, (Another Life to me) I feel that it has shaped me into the person that I am today.  A person that I am grateful to be, with a life that I am so very blessed to have.  Thank you for joining me on this journey.  

Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson 

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Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow

Yesterday gives me the sweet recollections of my youth, the innocence of the time.  The memories of the dark also exist here.  This is where the horrors live. 

Yesterday reminds me to forgive myself for the foolish girl that I was; the selfish choices, the poor judgement that was part of the process.

My past lives, loves, friendships and evil beings reside in the past.  Those that wished me harm are safely locked behind me, not allowed into the now.  

I pull myself up and out of the muck and the mud of yesterday’s that wish to bury me and cling I to the edges of today.  

Today is where the sunrises live.  It is where the sweet scent of my tomorrow is faint but tempting me to move forward.  

My tomorrow lies just beyond the horizon.  I am excited to begin the journey that will take me there.  My only choice to take me into tomorrow is to concentrate my efforts on today.  

I must remember to breathe in the day, examine each moment and savor every experience.  Now is the treasure of today.  Tomorrow is the treasure that awaits me.

Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved

*My mind has been on how we hold on to yesterday’s.  We can’t move past them.  Time goes so quickly and we are only only here for such a short time.  Don’t spend that time trapped in the past when the treasure of today is so sweet and the promise of tomorrow beckons.

**Thanks to my buddy Chuck at The Reluctant Poet for inspiring this piece.