Wise words to live by

"An elder Cherokee was teaching his grandchildren about life.

He said to them, 'a fight is going on inside me, it is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves.
One wolf is fear, anger, envy, greed, guilt, arrogance, self-pity, resentment, lies, false pride and ego.

The other stands for joy, peace, love, hope, sharing, humility, kindness, truth, faith and compassion.

This same fight is going on inside you and every other persoon too, he added. The grandchildren thought about it for a minute and asked 'Grandfather, which wolf will win?'

The elder simply replied, 'The one you feed.'"

Does the ugly in this world ever stop. No, but we certainly don't have to feed it.

Several things has happened around here this week and I have been truly been amazed to the point of gasping at how ugly some people can be. Hurtful words have been spewed, nasty tales have been told, and yet it all continues.

I read stories or watch on television about real problems some people in this world are having to deal with. The sickness of a child, loss of a parent, losing one's home or job, real problems yet others want to dwell on a drama that is going to yield no winners, just more accusations, more lies, more hurtful words that can never be taken back.

I will never understand why people want to hurt other people so much.

I guess the gnashing of teeth is just part of life and always will be.

Pointing the finger, continuing to throw vindictive words out for the wind to carry or worse putting them in print, is certainly not accomplishing anything in this world.

But it won't never stop, will it?

Today is Oct. 2

Today would have been my parents' 60th anniversary. When they married way back in 1948 they told my grandparents they were going to the county fair in Franklin, Ky., the same place where June Carter and Johnny Cash got married. I have never heard what Grandmama and Pappy's reaction was to the news, but I don't think I would have wanted to face Pappy with the news of that elopement.

Sunday we finally finished the moving fiasco. My mother is now in her two bedroom apartment and all of her and Daddy's treasures have been divided between four households.

My greatest treasure, by far, is the big cupboard that my grandmother kept in her kitchen. The bow face cabinet went to live with my sister in Bowling Green, the Jackson Press to the sister's house up the road, and since my sister who lives in Columbia, Tn. didn't want the grandfather clock she let my daughter have it.

And boxes and boxes of glassware are everywhere, all gone to find new homes with four proud new owners who have been told the history of each piece.

This is the last house we will have memories of Daddy living in. The house we all considered home on the farm burned several years ago. In a way I am glad that house is gone, because now we have our memories of it, and don't have to see what other occupants have might have changed about the home place.

We divided all of Daddy's books up, everything had been left as it was when he died five years ago. Since he was an avid reader, there were quite a few books to go through. His jacket was still hanging on the hook in the utility room where he had hung it himself for the last time. Since I had been working on this moving project for over three weeks I just didn't have the energy to draw for another item so we let my two younger sisters flip for it. Even though the "baby" of the family won the flip she let Ramona have it. They both cried and I had to walk away before the tears started to flow from my eyes as well.

My mother has worked very hard at this being a peaceable distribution of her things and I think, considering the amount of possessions we went through, she achieved her goal.
One of the saddest aspects of losing a parent, or both parents, is the splitting of a family. Siblings do not speak any longer because one feels the other was given more or treated better than another.Or someone gets an "uppity air" and decides they want to be the one who runs the show.

We drew for everything that was in the house, so everyone got an equal number. There are no need for anyone's feelings to have been stepped on.

We all parted as sisters, a family still in tact.

Negative energy

We have been bombarded with negative energy this past week and I have someway got to find a way to close the door and write the last chapter of all this negativity that has developed in my husband's family. So I am back, hopefully I can exert my energy into a blog and make it a far happier place to visit than where I have been.

If any of you have any advice on finding that inner peace and shutting out everyone else's negativity please pass it on, because it is badly needed in this house.

It's amazing how we can allow ourselves to get drug into other people's affairs, even though they are family, and then before we know it our temper gets the best of us and there we are lashing out. This is not the way I want to live my life. This was one of the main reasons why I left the world of journalism, I just couldn't take all of the negativity anymore.

So here we go, a new chapter in a new walk of life.