Friday's Quote - WILD & FREE

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WILD &FREE

My beautiful friend, I hope you live wild and free.  I hope you do all the things you dream of doing.  I hope you travel everywhere you dream of going and taste all the foods you desire.  I hope you let yourself be wildly and completely yourself, without worrying about what others will think, and free yourself from others expectations and criticisms because they will never know all the magic and dreams within your heart.  I hope you trust yourself as the oceans do the moon and let yourself shine as the night sky does for the stars.  I hope you always have faith in yourself as flowers do in the sun.  I hope you live wild and free, my beautiful and brave friend.

-Nikki Banas-

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Let me end with this quote – Go forward in life with a twinkle in your eye and a smile on your face.

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Music is the strongest form of Magic

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Growing up as a child we listened to all kinds of music.  My uncle Albert would come over to visit and bring his guitar.  He would play and sing with my mom all night.  My mom as a teenager sang on TV several times in Salinas, CA.  She had a very good voice.

She wrote a song and sold it to a band.  They were planning to debut it, but their singer got kicked in the face with a horse in Mexico.  So, they passed on the song, and it was sold to another band.  Just recently, I was at the America’s Tire shop in Salinas and heard it playing on the radio. I was taken back and had to listen carefully.  That was my mom's song she wrote. I remember her writing the music, singing it and humming it over and over. It made me happy and sad when I heard it.

As a child we learned how to play an instrument.  I was in the 3^rd grade when I learned to play the flute and piccolo.  Mr. Mora was my music teacher and I remember the armstrong flute my parents rented then purchased for me.  My big brother played the trumpet and trombone, my other brother played the drums and my little brother played the saxophone. One Mother’s Day we surprised my mom by putting on a concert.  My dad pulled a few bales of hay and we used them as benches.  We made lemonade, bologna sandwiches and chips.  She had a smile on her face the whole time until one of the cows took down a portion of a fence and they had to go and round up the cows and fix the fence.  That was a typical day on the farm.

My mom was so adamant to sign us up for music talent shows. We played songs she selected.  My big brother played the “Lonely Bull, by Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass on his trumpet, I played “Greensleeves a folk ballad by Aafje Heynis” with my flute. When I went on stage, I put the music stand up high so that nobody could see my face. Then, Mr. Mora my music teacher would come on stage and fix the stand. He would say, do not hide that face.  In the beginning I was stage fright then I got over it.

I thank my mom for instilling music in my soul. Music touches our soul because it expresses at times what we cannot verbally express ourselves or that it expresses nearly exactly how we feel. Its universal and, therefore, brings us together. It starts with a beat; raindrops tapping against a window, the roar of the ocean as the waves break and rush towards the shore, the beating of our own heart. Music brings me closer to creativity, tranquility, and beauty. Did you grow up listening to music? If so, what kind?

I will end with this quote “And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”

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Friday's Quote - JOY

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Make your life about JOY.

Lil Rosie

Grow every day.   

Celebrate your big and little wins.

Enjoy the first sip of your morning coffee or tea.

Find something to smile about on your morning commute.

Sing out loud in your car.

Smile often, compliment others whenever you can.

Get inspired. Nourish yourself.  

Take a walk in nature. Walk barefooted.

Watch the sunrise and sunset.

Take a chance. Climb that mountain.

Because life is too short and fragile to not live a life of chasing JOY.

JOY – a feeling of great pleasure and happiness.

Poppy

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Expect nothing. Appreciate everything.

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My Red Balloon

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Thank you for joining me on this holiday weekend.  Today I will share a story I wrote on February 29, 2020.

 

It was a couple of days before my 8th birthday and I overheard mom talking with my

godmother about a party. Hosting gatherings came natural for my mom because she loved having company.  The night before my birthday, my godmother Mary and godfather Ernie came to visit. They had a special present and wanted me to open it. I slowly untied the pretty bow and opened the box. My eyes lit up as I pulled the dress out of the box. It was emerald green on top with a pink ribbon tie and off-white pleats. They asked me to try it on.  I ran into the bathroom and slipped it on. I felt like a princess, it was pretty, and the material was soft. I walked into the kitchen and everyone stopped to stare.  Mary said, "it fits perfectly." I went over and gave Mary and Ernie a big hug to thank them for my birthday dress. 

That night, as I went to bed, I thought about my birthday party and how fun it was going to be. I cannot remember if I slept that night. My sisters and me woke up early and mom had breakfast ready. We ate and then put our play clothes on to help with the decorations.  My mom had music on and was dancing as she cooked up a storm in the kitchen. We went out and blew up balloons, set up the chairs and covered the tables.  My cake was a "carousel cake" my dad had ordered at Wilson's Jewel Bakery, where he worked.  It was colorful.  My mom made her special punch with orange slices. I had to stop on the way into the house to look at the punch bowl because the suns reflection made it sparkle.  My dad had the barbecue going and my mom and her sister Mercy along with Mary helped with the side dishes. Everything was perfect. After we finished with the decorations, we went back into the house to dress for the party. My friends from school started to arrive and were sitting at the table along with my cousins. 

We finished dressing and mom brushed our hair.  My sisters and me ran to the front door and tried to fit through the doorway at the same time. I ended up falling and scraping my knee and arm. My mom came running as I cried. She hugged me and helped me up. I told her my dress was ruined and my knee was bleeding along with my arm. She cleaned my scrapes and then applied red medicine. As I cried, she tied a red balloon to my wrist. She said when my boo-boo started to hurt to pull on the string and my pain would go away. I stopped crying as I looked at the balloon. I tugged on the balloon several times throughout the day. The party was fun and I forgot about my scrapes.

As I became older, the red balloon which became my safety blanket as a child

reappeared because of the many loses I was experiencing. My daughter and friend had to pop it before I floated away. The red balloon had taken me from a child, teenager and now senior. A couple of months ago, I released it, for someone who may need it. If you see a floating red balloon catch it and tie it to your wrist. It will help you through the tough times.

Let me leave you with this quote - As they say, you may not end of where you thought you were going,  but you will always end up where you were meant to be.

In memory of Mom – My kitchen is for DANCING

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Friday's Quote - CHARITY

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 CHARITY

Perhaps the greatest charity comes when we are kind to each other, when we do not judge or categorize someone else, when we simply give each other the benefit of the doubt or remain quiet. Charity is accepting someone’s differences, weaknesses, and shortcomings; having patience with someone who has let us down; or resisting the impulse to become offended when someone does not handle something the way we might have hoped. Charity is refusing to take advantage of another’s weakness and being willing to forgive someone who has hurt us. Charity is expecting the best of each other.

(A Marvin Ashton quote) 

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