As we close the 11th day of September, 2012, let us lift our eyes toward the night sky in humble prayer for the families and loved ones who suffered losses on this tragic day eleven years ago.
you will always be in our hearts
forever remembered, always loved
as memories remain vivid
among the stars in Heaven above
9/11 was a reminder that the bonds of family can be severed in an instant. They are essential, crucial, valuable, fragile.”
–Peter Jennings
Well said: “It seemed everybody knew someone who knew someone there. It affected the world. We all became New Yorkers on that day.”
I lived in New York City from 1994 to 1999. It is a city unlike any other because everything is larger than life. The buildings there are so tall that most streets remain in shadow much of the day because the sun simply can’t reach them. Looking up and down the avenues you see nothing but a thin strip of blue sky between two rows of dark skyscrapers lined up on both sides of the street, one after another, until they disappear into the horizon. The company I worked for was located in a small to medium-sized building by New York standards. My department was on the nineteenth floor of a twenty-one story building – just a third of the size of some other New York buildings.
I’d always put off seeing the sights when I lived in New York, always thinking I’d get to it some other day. I was…
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Twin Towers NYC
“The attacks of September 11 were intended to break our spirit. Instead we have emerged stronger and more unified… We are more determined than ever to live our lives in freedom.”
I had not planned on posting any catnip today but in cleaning out some clutter on my computer desktop, I happened across a document where I had saved some links for future reference. I have probably opened this document hundreds of times but just had not reflected back on the words or why they had been saved.
Warm wishes and hugs to everyone on this blessed Sunday! Take five, kick back, put your feet up, watch the video and become enraptured in the beautiful music. . .
Do you recognize the artist of the music?
What are your reflections on the butterfly? Any special moments?
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There are quotes about beer, jokes about beer, stories about beer, lovers of beer and haters of beer. Nonetheless, football games, barbeques and beer, whether you like them all or in part, became icons of American culture, along with baseball, hot dogs, Chevrolet and apple pie.
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I lo-v-v-ve coffee, chocolate and sweet awards! Yeah! Super Sweet, Super Easy Awards…just plain fun! I want to thank MYOWNHEART.ME for this award! What a swe-e-e-e-et surprise! Just looking at the award has me salivating! Speaking of super sweet, her blog is the icing on top! Stop by and visit her sometime…you will be glad you did!!
Now, on to the award. . .
Bum-bum-bum, here I come!
What’s your trade?
Swe-e-e-e-et lemonade!
Let’s get to work and get it made. . .
Guidelines:
1. Give credit to the person who chose to nominate you. MYOWNHEART.ME, a wonderful Christian blogger!
2. Answer the “Super Sweet” questions.
3. Nominate a “Baker’s Dozen” (13) blogs.
“Super Sweet” Questions:
1. Cookies or Cake? Cookies. . .the more the merrier (unless there’s cheesecake…yum-m-m-m!)
2. Chocolate or Vanilla? Vanilla with ‘Hershey’s chocolate syrup in the can’ poured over the top (That way I get them both!)
3. What is your favorite sweet treat? Cheesecake
4. When do you crave sweet things the most? Anytime
5. If you had a sweet nickname, what would it be? My hubby calls me “Sweetee”
My Baker’s Dozen: Special posts on blogs, quotes for inspiration, book sites and much, much more!
Serendipity; Mccavity: The Mystery Cat, T.S. Eliot
A Writer’s Journey: Relatives and Fish
Extraordinary Dreams of an Ireland Traveler by Mamie: Oh Blarney! A New Word that is used when no other works!
raaniyork: Boobs
DeirdreTolhurst.com: Today’s Simple Prayer
Books That Sow: Project RACE
Kick Back Moments: Favorite Olympic Moment has Nothing to do with Medals
KidsCanDOIT!: 11-year-old girl starts Peruvian Hearts
linneann: Paradise Discovered
JanasDreams: A Tribute to Those Serving the Red, White and Blue. . .Remember Me
Surviving Life My Cats: Max – the Well-Travelled Cat
The London Flower Lover: Joy comes from within the heart first,then give flowers!
clairecappetta: A Broken Ring
That’s not all but reflects only the limit within the confines of the ‘rules’! To all of catnip’s followers: You are AWESOME!
One of the greatest perks of blogging is the wonderful people you meet on an almost daily basis. You really don’t know who or when a stranger will stop by for a visit and upon visitation leave a touch of their own catnip. That is exactly what happened this evening: I was led to Bubbles for a Cure. [Be sure to read the article, it is short and doesn’t take much time to read but is well worth it!]
Karen Ingalls is a retired nurse living in central Florida with her husband, Jim. (Um-m-m? I use to live in Florida and my husband is Jim. Already a connection. . .see what I mean?) She is a cancer surviver whose battle with ovarian cancer has been a difficult one but yet also a rewarding one. Meeting many wonderful people, learning a lot about herself, and having a deeper appreciation for life led her to write her book, Outshine, An Ovarian Cancer Memoir.
As Karen so graciously puts it on her blog. . .
“I encourage you to blow some bubbles in honor of someone you know who has or had cancer, say a prayer for a cure, and then support and contribute to cancer research.”
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Remember blowing bubbles. . .blowing bubbles as a kid or like a kid as you grew older? Summer wasn’t summer without the chance to blow bubbles. . .an experience unbeatable at the time, totally priceless.
Watching bubbles became somewhat invigorating as each floated effortlessly through the air disappating slowly ’til no more. BUT, wait! That was not all to the view: there was always a rainbow show!
With the performance of the tiny bubbles sometimes one bubble would stike another knocking it out of its way as it continued to soar onward and outward. Sometimes one bubble clinged to another bubble as though locked in time and space. Then, of course, there would always be this one bubble that became so big it appeared to have swallowed others whole! That was the one sought after the most as you looked toward the sky and blew and blew and blew.
Thanks again, to my friend, Don in Massachusetts, this memory was recently challenged by the largest bubble I have ever seen.
Have you ever seen one this BIG-G-G-G-G?
What are your memories of blowing bubbles?
Upon looking out the window this morning onto the frontyard, I was captivated by the beauty of the yellow hybiscus. When first purchased, it was such a tiny little plant and has struggled since day one to survive. At one point, I just knew it was not going to make it but I continued to nourish it daily giving it ‘soothing talks’ on my morning rounds. Okay! Stop laughing!
In a 1986 interview, England’s Prince Charles discussed his gardening habits, commenting “I just come and talk to the plants, really. Very important to talk to them; they respond.”
The theory that plants benefit from human conversation dates to 1848, when German professor Gustav Fechner published the book Nanna (Soul-life of Plants). The idea is a popular one, and has spawned several more books and even an album—recorded in 1970 by an enterprising dentist—titled “Music to Grow Plants By.” But will crooning compliments to your ficus really have any effect on its growth? Read MORE. . .
Dew on Hybiscus
(In my frontyard)
Of course, along with sharing catnip’s morning observation must come some attempt at adding a touch of poetic finesse. . .
loveliness in flowers
gilds the lawn
sparkling is the dew
morning does spawn
each droplet a shard
evoking broken glass
transparent, not cutting
together en masse
with a close sniff
comes a tickle of the nose
to be ne’er as redolent
as that of the red, red rose
©2012
catnipoflife
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