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What are we voting for?


What are we voting for?

I don’t talk much about politics or the economy or current events going on in the world. I know some people think that because I’m not old enough to vote, todays election doesn’t directly affect me or is anything that I should even be concerned with. To be honest, until 4 years ago, its not something I ever thought concerned me and there are many reasons why i’ve never liked thinking about it. I don’t like that people feel divided by who’s a democrat and who’s a republican. I don’t believe anyone should be defined by their “social class” or income level. And I don’t agree that someone can make decisions without keeping in mind the best interest of us as people. There are a lot of things I do not like, and I’m sure there are many subjects in which many Americans do not agree with. But I’m not writing this to talk about my opinion or to argue with whats right and whats wrong. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion. We have our beliefs. We have our reasons. We have Different goals, different outlooks, different everything. That isn’t what matters. I know I’m only 16, but please hear me out. there are a lot of things I don’t understand and I may be way out of line even writing this. The reason I ask, “What are we voting for”, is because in the past 4 years I think a lot of people have forgotten the answer to that question. We may be different but the one thing we do need to agree on is keeping who we are and who we stand for the same. Isn’t that what matters? Everyone has had a difficult year or past few years and in the process, i’ve watched many people change because of that. Things in our government have changed. Our country has changed. We are Americans, we live in the land of the free but why does it feel like we are so divided? We are supposed to help one another. We are one Nation under God. If we can’t hold true to that, then What do we stand for?
To those of you who are able to go out and vote today, I hope you think about that.

Sheila Marie


We are the people


I know its been a while…but I wanted to share a story with you guys. I wrote and posted this on my Facebook page the other day, but afterwards decided it would be a good idea to move over here. Maybe it will bring with it a bit of inspiration.

I saw this happen at a local gas station and felt strongly enough to write the story that goes along with it.

The world needs more people like this, and we need to be the ones to make that happen.

******There are good people in this world*****
This afternoon I pulled into a gas station and without taking much notice to anything else, I headed inside the store to pay for my fuel. The place was busy as usual. People were coming and going from all different directions. Rushing here, late for there; completely consumed in their next whereabouts and oblivious to the life that was taking place around them. I really didn’t think much of it. So I walked up, handed my money to the cashier, and continued on my way. Perhaps even I had been involved in my own thoughts as well, but as I walked out the door I head a voice that caught me by surprise.
“What’s wrong with your truck, ma’m?” I head a gentleman say. His strong southern accent adding even more to my curiosity. I turned around to see where the question had come from and to whom it was being directed. Then to my left I saw the red Chevrolet pick-up he must have been referring to in third parking space down. Sure enough, the truck sat there with its hood propped open in a state of disrepair, something I’d completely missed when I first walked by. The man was dressed in a military uniform, either a soldier from the army or other form of special services – I’m not sure which. He was crouched down and it wasn’t until then that I noticed the woman beneath the vehicle, trying to figure out the cause of her problems. She had spread her coat down on the ground under the passenger side door and managed to crawl to the area she thought was causing trouble.
She spoke in a quiet voice, so I didn’t catch her response if she did say what the issue was. He reached out and offered her a hand up off the ground. She showed him the parts and tools she had in the back of her truck, but by then I had made my way back to the pump where my car was parked. From there I was still able to watch all that was going on.
“If you don’t mind, I heard him say, I think I might be able to help.”
She shook her head, thankful for any assistance the young man could offer.
“Good. He said. Give me one minute, I’ll be right back.” and he headed off back to his car.
I tried to think of what I could have done to help, but I stood there clueless. I knew nothing of cars and the very little I did know seemed irrelevant. I did however, continue to watch the people that came and went right past the woman and her truck. Not one of them stopped, but what happened next had to be one of the most generous things I have seen someone do in quite a long time.
The man made his way across the parking lot carrying what appeared to be a tool, perhaps even a spare oil filter he had gotten out of his car. How he would have happened to have the proper part she needed, I do not know. Miracles happen when we least expect them.
“Would you mind if I had a look?” he said. But without hesitation, he leaped down beneath the truck and went to work with the tools and new contraption he had on hand.
The woman stood there in amazement. Who would be willing to take the time to do such a thing?
I couldn’t help but smile, having watched the whole scene happen right before me. They continued to work, but by the time I left the expression on the woman’s face appeared much more hopeful than only the few short moments before.
I cant decide whether I was more amazed or grateful to see that there are still people out there willing to help a random strange in need. And a gentleman nonetheless who has devoted his own life to serving our country. How many people had walked by before he came along? Would anyone have stopped if he hadn’t? If we have the ability to help someone, shouldn’t there be no question in mind that we would?
Its disheartening to think that most people wouldn’t, but seeing this reassured me that there are in fact good people in this world. More importantly though, is that we all have that we all have the ability to make those difference if only we take the time to do so.


One random act of kindness.
No one is ever too busy for that.
Someone who spends his time protecting us and our country wasn’t, so neither are we.

Thank you to all of our troops, the men and woman of our military and everyone else in the special forces. God bless you.

~Sheila Marie

The Beauty of Summer



The Beauty of Summer

Morning breath of summers air,
Catch the pitch of hummings’ song
Dew still moist from evenings fare,
Raise in prayer the days belong-

Listen you’ll hear the songs of June
Whispers from spirits within the trees
They capture amidst a fine milled tune
A work of art one seldom sees

A refreshing mist from July’s tears
Helps chill the fever of raging sun
And quench the thirst of leaves it sears
When the heat of day has just begun

But over the climax it starts to break
We gather round and sing rejoice
And dance to careless good times
Till we hear the laughter of goodnights voice ~


The start of an Age



Through your life there’ll be ups and downs, twists and turns, days where your not sure what could possibly happen next and moments that make you feel like your floating on top of the world.
You’ll go places you never in a million years thought you would go, ask yourself how and why things happen and meet people along the way that you never thought could change your life forever.
We tend to measure life in chapters of past, present and future and divide it as such accordingly, forgetting about the pages in between that hold it all together.
Everyone has there own story to tell, and each chapter marks an age. Theres an age for growing, for learning, for making mistakes, for starting over and trying again. Theres an age for asking questions, finding answers, and moving forward to see, believe, succeed and achieve all the things you never imagined possible. There’ll be times that it rains and times when it pours and days so clear that not a cloud can be seen in the sky; but your the one that gets to live in and love every minute of it.
You’ll realize theres a time for changing, a time for staying the same and a time to figure out the difference between the two, but whats even more important is that none of them ever stand in the way of living.
You can to sit inside on a rainy day or choose to go out and dance in the sun showers, even if it means making a complete fool out of yourself

Make sure you see all there is to see. Say, “I love you” too many times, but mean every one of them. And don’ t forget to remember today, just be sure to never get too caught up in tomorrow; Because everyday starts the age of something new but today is a journey that has just begun.

Stop making excuses


I’m still in shock about how fast this year has come and gone. I know I’ve written about this at least 3 times so far, even that Time doesn’t have to “fly”, but every time I turn around another month has gone by and I’m still left with things that I wish I would’ve gotten around to….things I would have liked to changed. For some reason though, talking about it and actually doing it requires two different stages of thought. And as of right now, that seems to be the rut I am stuck in.

So the most logical answer of course, would be to wait until AFTER I’ve escaped that rut to write about it, Right? Right??

When I made that decision, I couldn’t have been more wrong!!

Because by then, its just another thing to add to my list of “Haven’t gotten around-to’s”.

And between now and then, there could be too many “logical” excuses I could make to add it to the list.

Too much work to do, not enough time, something is more important, I haven’t figured it out yet…..

Like I said, those aren’t reasons. They are excuses.

And that’s where the cycle starts over, again; or in my case where it should come to an end.

As much as I would like to provide all the answers, I don’t have them.

As much as I would like to wake up and change the world, it doesn’t happen overnight.

And as much as I can talk, I’m embarressed that my dilemma lately has been that I’ve yet to listen to everything I say.

I’m learning that stopping and starting gets you nowhere, as much as we sometimes hate to admit. And starting OVER every time only sets you farther and farther away from where you began in the first place.

You thought I would have figured that out by now……..

I’m not perfect and I don’t try to be. Life is a journey, not a dictionary you pull out from time to time to look up meanings and answers. Therefore, its not right of me to try and be that dictionary. If life were that simple, there would be no excuses to make in the first place.

I said it before. I will probably say it again. This time, I’m actually listening:

“I can’t write about change when I’m still changing myself, and I can’t write about life when I’m still living it. I can only write about my journey through it, and all the little things that make it worth writing.”

Life is too short to be spent waiting. All answers come when they are supposed to, its not something you can force yourself to figure out. The more time you spend looking for something thats not ready to be found, the less time you spend living in the meantime.

I’m Back ;-)


Hi…I’m back. If you’ve been reading, I apologize for the long silenced period these past couple of weeks. I promise, I didn’t get sucked into the computer-  I didn’t fall off the face of the earth (not completely anyway) and I didn’t get lost out in the woods somewhere- although I did go exploring through some….nonetheless, here I am.
I swore to myself I would try to stay as consistent as possible when I started this whole thing. I always felt that if you let something drop, especially within the first few months of beginning, your chances of picking it back up are not great.

Okay, maybe less than not great……….Like snow falling in Florida, knowing that its never going to and wasn’t meant to happen. Because if its easy to put off until maybe one day you find the time or maybe the right time will present itself, then you really need to reconsider if its what you truly want. Or, if its like the chances of snow falling in the middle of summer; it was just never meant to happen.
But I’m not here to talk about snow. Life, maybe. But snow….- that’s way to cold for my liking. I think I got the shivers just mentioning it. And after yesterdays cold snap, I’m nowhere near anxious to see that white stuff again. 

I have to admit though, it is rather mesmerizing to watch………..

From inside the house.

While sitting next to the fire.

Maybe wrapped in a blanket. Or two.

But if I had my rathers, I would choose this.

  Guess some things never change. – One of the things I’ve yet to completely understand.

However, I think I do now understand why these long periods of word-less-ness occasionally happen. Which is what I was writing about in the first place.

 Think I tend to get distracted?

Lately I’ve laid back on writing; at least not done as much as I normally would. -thats the same thing isnt it). And it wasn’t because I didn’t have the time. If you know what you want there will always be time. But instead, I’ve been making time for something else. Many somethings in fact. And I feel like every once (or more than) in a while, we all need to take this well needed time to see these things. For we may look at them every day, but all too often everyday is looking at us.

There are so many changes taking place right now. At any given moment, something is changing around us or with us. We change our minds, our choices, our clothes and essentially everything inbetween. That’s part of how we understand and discover who we are. Not just with something like this, but everything in life. And while we may not always be sure about what we want, we don’t always take the opportunity to figure it out today. There’s pressure, rushing, time limits, deadlines, due dates, and constant stress over worries and everyday things. And for what?

Take holidays for example. It seems that every year after Halloween passes, Christmas is immidiatley thrust into progress. And every year it feels that within no time, it comes and goes with the blink of an eye, only then to be presented with yet another new year. Another chance to do it all again. 

Even though thats only one portion out of the year, I still wonder if its things like these that may be enabling us to say “there’s always tomorrow” or “next year”, instead of making the most out of whats here today. Because for one reason or another, caught up in the hustle and bustle of daily life, tomorrow always seem like a better time to make a change.

I wish I understood what exactly prompted this thinking these past couple of weeks. Its been hard for me to keep a concentration in any one direction. In fact my direction seems to be changing daily. With that said, I think I may have also discovered a world of seperate somethings. One that doesn’t include stress or waiting for the right time to see whats here today. And I guess that started by narrowing down what’s imprtant and what never was, in order to reconnect with the world we often forget even exists.

The one that matters. The way life was meant to be.

The way the morning sun shines through the window, the smell after it rains, the first page of a new book, the first bloom of a sunflower……spending time with family and friends. Knowing what makes you happy.

 Seeing the world without boundaries or deadlines and not waiting until tomorrow to see them.

This isn’t a job. This isn’t something I have to work at and thats the part I love about it. These things I’ve seen lately may not even seem like much at all, until you start to see them differently……

you just have to start by actually seeing them.


Autumn Arrives


Today I found myself in the kitchen- inevitably when this happens, there is a 99% chance that baking is involved in some way or another. Today was no exception. And with the temperature dropping, and the harvest festivals and activities starting this weekend, its soooo hard to NOT want to join in. And baking always seems to do the trick.

Considering the pumpkin muffins I made the other day were nearly gone, and there were two bags of apples sitting on the counter, I figured an apple cobbler was a good place to start.

Not too bad. Not the best ever either, but at least the house is now infused with the smell of cinnamon- no glade scented plug-in can compete with that. 🙂

And I still have plenty of apples leftover…….any ideas?

Since I moved to Georgia, I’m amazed at how attracted I’ve become to the autumn months. Being from florida, I guess its just not something I ever put much thought into. Down there, we only have three seasons: hot, warm, and sweater worthy. Palm trees look the same everyday, every year, all year, unless of course a hurricane comes around and knocks a few of them down. But even then they really don’t look much different.
So when I first got the chance to experience the fall “change”, it opened my eyes to a whole new season that I honestly didn’t even know existed.
Crisp air, colored leaves, corn mazes, apple festivals, halloween and pumpkins that actually come from a FARM, not your local walmart………..
There’s just something special about that. Its a transitional phase, and (according to my terms) the end of the year. Because in a matter of weeks, every tree drops its leaves, dropping away a years journey and paving the way for a fresh new start. Maybe that’s why its called “The Fall”. It leaves behind the old, prepares for the new, then comes back greener than ever, even after months of harsh cold weather.

Every year its predictable, guaranteed, and amazing and I never get tired of it…….As the seasons change, so do we.

Even though I tend to complain about my distaste for the cold weather, -yes, 60 degrees IS cold- I do have to admit, fall may now take my “favorite season” award.

Winter on the other hand has yet to win me over. When ice covers the road for a week at a time, I would LOVE to see palm trees any day of the week.

Is there a certian time of year that you tend to favor more than others?