The Sunshine Factor

where sunshine is a way of life


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Stories

I am a music lover who particularly enjoys songs that tell a story. (I’m not surprised, since I like stories so much.) The more you listen to a story song, the more details you pick up. Stories can bring on many different emotions and can teach you something, if you’re paying attention.

I think human beings are a form of storytelling. Sometimes there’s plenty of action or suspense or mystery going on in their lives, questions to be answered, character descriptions…

What story are you telling by the way you live your life? Do people see the real you, or are you an actor portraying yourself?

Let’s carry this one step further. If you were a story or a book, what type would you be? Adventure, comedy, poetry? Sunshine Factor wants to know. Please let me hear from you soon. Thanks!

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In My House

There are common themes that run through my house:

they would be books and flowers.

The books are in bookcases, on desks and countertops and more,

silently begging to be picked up and read.

The flowers are everywhere too,

in artwork and silk arrangements

and in one very large, live poinsettia still in all her red glory.

What connection do these two themes have?

Appreciation of beauty.

The books contain words that come alive

with imagination and feelings and gusto,

promoting beauty of the spoken and written language.

The flowers are of many colors,

just like nature who is also beautiful.

They recall other seasons and the beauty therein.

I am glad to be in such a beautiful, loving, appreciative space

Flowers are common subjects of still life pain...

Flowers are common subjects of still life paintings, such as this one by Ambrosius Bosschaert the Elder (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 


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When Your Heart Cries

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When your heart cries

do you listen?

Are you surprised at what it’s telling you?

Or do you disregard

this very important part of you?

 

Please, do not put regulations or rules on your heart.

Let it live free

and know that

for this time you are supposed to be here

created to be just the very way you are,

please do not think you’re unimportant,

because you do really mean so much to us.

 

I get sad when I think about

people who put themselves down,

they think their head should rule their heart

and they’re sometimes busy

putting up a facade-like wall.

 

They say I’m a good judge of people and character,

thank you very much,

and I already know

that I have not found anyone on WordPress

that I dislike.

You each make my day

in your own unique way

and I wouldn’t give you up for anything.

Neither will I throw your trust away.

 

I’m hoping and believing for the day

when the only thing we cry about is

the joy we see, feel and experience,

and the total awesomeness of

everything around us.

 

Meanwhile,

know that I love and appreciate you

and I’m happy to be walking along with you.

 

Love,

Debb

 


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Soap Box #2

Fred at the Soap Box

Fred at the Soap Box (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Now it is time to write about another soap box of mine.

Its theme is love, and how that needs to be expressed before it’s too late.

When my sister was dying in a hospital, I received a lot of courage into my being.  It made me talk to strangers and people in the family waiting room that didn’t know me at all.  I didn’t care, because the message I wanted to stress felt so important.  It still is.

You can’t assume that your friends and family and mate know you love them.  Sometimes people wear a very thick shell around them so they can’t always feel the emotions you are expressing to them.  (I should know, I wore this shell for many years.)  Some don’t trust anymore.  Some guess that you love them, but they don’t know for sure.    That’s why it’s so important you let them know – now!!

It sounds ridiculously simple and unnecessary.   But don’t be afraid…it can make their day or give them a cushion of love to snuggle into.

If you were raised in a generation where those things weren’t spoken, it’s not too late.

If you feel self conscious or stupid, write the words in a card and mail it to them.

Kind words bless both the receiver and the speaker.

Oh, and don’t forget, I love you.