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Theme Song Thursday:) Broken Wings

2 May

“Take these broken wings and learn to fly.”

Paul McCartney

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When I was walking the other day, I saw a butterfly fluttering around the grass, hovering low. I reached down and she jumped up onto my hand. I lifted her up and saw a broken wing. We communicated a while, (yes, I speak fluent butterfly) and I could empathize with her situation. After our little talk, I put her down safely under a shady tree, hoping she would be safe and perhaps rest, mend and soon be able to fly away.

There was a time when I felt my wings were broken, so I could definitely relate. But, I had great faith and a wonderful family and amazing friends to hold me while my wings mended. THANK YOU!

GOD’S STRONG SAFE HANDS

You just found me there, with my broken wings

And a broken heart, among other things.

Then you picked me up in your strong safe hands

Giving only love, making no demands.

You wiped away the tears

Whenever I would cry

You always held me close

You never questioned why.

You kept me safe from harm

When nights were dark and long

You cared  for all my needs

Until my wings were strong.

Now you look at me, with my mended wings

And a joyous heart, among other things.

Then you set me free, with your open hands

Now the choice is mine, there are no demands.

So very scared at first

Much to afraid to try

I asked, “What if I fall?”

You said,”What if you fly?”

~ Toni Armenta Andrukaitis

Watch this video…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQ_TN1zmPW0

Tuesday:) Take Time To Smell The Flowers

27 Mar

Take time to smell the flowers

Spend time with that dear friend

Take pictures of each moment

For memories never end

~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis

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Such a glorious beautiful day today. My alarm went off at 7 am. I walked the dog over by the pond and caught the lovely sunrise before heading off to zumba at the Y.

Today was a day of amazing colors, nature, walking, and friendship. After Zumba, I was pooped. I threw myself on the bed and was going to take a nap, but I thought first I’d see if anyone wanted to go to lunch later. Sherri Murphy said she was free and asked if I wanted to go over to Shades of Green Nursery over in Frisco to get some flowers in about half an hour. (No nap) Well, I have a black thumb and can’t grow anything, but I love to look. Also, it was p a good place for painting inspiration. I always say, “I can’t grow a flower, but I can paint a flower. We all have our gifts.”

After Sherri got a big cartload of flowers and I took a ton of pictures, we stopped for a Taco Tuesday lunch. On the way home, Sherri wanted to show me a cool spot she stumbled upon off the beaten path. She always finds the coolest photo ops.

What a fun day! I was so inspired and refreshed (after a short nap) that I took another long walk before sunset. I put in 5.3 miles today. I always love to catch the sunset and take another picture of God’s glorious gifts.

Another great day, from sunrise to sunset.

Saturday:) Such Friends Are These

16 Mar

Such friends are these that fill your days

With love and joy in countless ways.

Such friends who share your darkest night

And hold your hand till morning’s light.

Such friends though near or miles apart

Remain forever in your heart. ❀️

~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis

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If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a million times, I have the bestest friends in the entire world. And yes, I say bestest, and spellcheck underlines it in red, questioning my authority and spelling capabilities. I have the dearest friends from high school, who I still keep in touch with. Then, the friends I made while the children were young, and we were crazy stressed out soccer/hockey/baseball moms. Don’t forget empty nester friends, bowling friends, church friends, tennis friends, and the…will you bring in my mail when I travel and I’ll watch your cat friends.

So, Thursday night when I was at karaoke with my karaoke friends, out of the clear blue I said, “Who wants to come over to my house tomorrow night for Black Russian Friday? Just drinks and snacks and laughs.” I scribbled my address on some scraps of paper for those who hadn’t been over before, and thus a party was hatched.

Friday night arrived and I had a house full of lovely ladies plus Mr. Jerry over for an impromptu party. We laughed and joked and ate and drank. Miss Loretta started the query of “tell us your most embarrassing moment.” We went around the room sharing. Oh boy! That was hilarious, and poor Mr. Jerry got to hear some interesting female faux pas. (I can’t repeat any on this page. Just use your imagination.)

Miss Pat, our dear “Cookie Lady” was the first to arrive, laden with all sorts of snacks and goodies. The first toast of the evening. The others filtered in here and there, also bearing gifts, and food, and beverages.

Such friends are these that fill my days………,

Thankful Thursday:) “Once Lost”

28 Feb

They once were lost, but now they’re found

My gloves had fallen on the ground

I had them last at church on Sunday

Not in the lost and found on Monday

I searched for days, but they weren’t there

So, I knelt down and said a prayer

Back to the lost and found I went

The box was full and torn and bent

There at the bottom, I could see

My happy gloves smile up at me.

~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis

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This is a true story. Two weeks ago, it was really cold on Sunday and greeting before Mass. I wore my sock monkey hat and the cute puppet gloves my sister graciously gave me for Christmas. ((Actually, I saw them on her table and kinda begged and asked if I could have them.) So, after Mass, I checked my pockets and they weren’t there. I had my hat, but no cute gloves. I went back to my seat and couldn’t find them. I was sad. πŸ˜”

I went to check the lost and found on Monday. Nope! I thought for sure someone would turn in the cute gloves. Then, I imagined that maybe a little girl found them and maybe they were meant to find a new owner, and make someone else smile.

Just on a whim today, I decided to go to Adoration to say some special prayers for family and friends and some special people with health problems. Afterwards, I walked across the street to the office to check the lost and found just one more time. I really didn’t expect to find them.

There at the very bottom of the overstuffed crumpled old box, those little happy faces smiled up at me. Happy face…πŸ˜€

It’s going to be really cold all week, but my happy gloves will keep me warm. And thanks to my guardian angel for making sure my gloves were there. Not to mention the kind person that returned them. πŸ˜‡

Thankful Thursday!

Wednesday:) What’s Your Word for 2019?

3 Jan

I am AMAZING, and I am smart.

I love to bake, and I love my art.

Writing every day renews my soul.

Walking each day, a personal goal.

Strangers I meet will become a friend.

My gifts and my blessings have no end.

I am AMAZING, you already know.

I am AMAZING because I said so.

~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis

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This is a brand new year, and time for a brand new start. Each New Year’s Day, people all over the world make resolutions, set goals, and make plans for a better year. These don’t always last too long, do they?

Yesterday, I wrote about counting your blessings, and writing down the blessings and wonderful things that happen to you. Then, you put the slips of paper in a jar all year round. January 1st of the next year, read all your blessings. Keep the blessing jar in sight at all times and it will be easy to keep up with.

Another thing so many people do January 1st is to pick a word for the year. You pick a word that you want to be, or something you want to do or become. Pick a word that inspires and motivates you. Choose a positive word with wonderful energy and power. It’s like your mantra. Every day, think about your word. Become your word. It can be a new word or one you’ve used before. Define your word, envision it, and live it.

It is suggested that you pick your word. Look up the definition. Have the word become a part of you. Have your word written somewhere you can see all the time. Say your word out loud every day.

WHAT IS YOUR WORD FOR 2019?

I chose my word right away. It’s a word I’ve used before and I’ll use it again. It might be my forever word…

AMAZING

I am AMAZING! Whenever I wear this leather cuff, I tell people, “Look! I am amazing, and I have a bracelet that says so.” (I made this bracelet in a leather tooling class.)

amazing FL adjective

Definition of amazing 

: causing astonishment, great wonder, or surprise

an amazing story of personal bravery and survival

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I like this definition and example. Causing astonishment, great wonder, or surprise. An amazing story of personal bravery and survival. Yep!

So, what is your word???? Pick a word. Share your word. Live your word.

Theme Song Thursday:) Child of Mine

28 Dec

Child of my child, and heart of my heart

Whether together, or miles apart.

A grandmother’s love is what it implies

It’s grander each day, and just multiplies.

The warmth of her heart will never grow old

The gleam of her eye, more precious than gold.

Stars up in heaven could never outshine

This child of my child, now child of mine.

~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis

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I find that a poem can often express ten thousand words in just a few lines. As I sat for hours holding my second grandchild in my arms, it made me realize that the more children and grandchildren you have doesn’t divide your love, but rather multiplies your ability to love. There’s something very special about holding the child of your child. And, I look forward to living long enough to hold their children in my arms. Blessings are only multiplied as the years go by. My wandering thoughts inspired a poem to express how it feels to be a grandmother.

This has been a wonderful Christmas and holiday season. When I try to count my blessings, I realize that I can’t count that high.

Carole King’s song “Child of Mine” is the song that I chose for the mother/son dance at my son’s wedding. I softly sang it in his ear as we danced. And now, I softly sing it to my grandchildren when I cradle them in my arms.

Monday Memories:) Tommy’s Back In Town

27 Nov

β€œNothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.”

― Lucy Maud Montgomery

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Normally I have a montage Monday post, but today, when I was looking at my Facebook page, my friend Sherri posted a picture of a street musician sitting on a bench on the Square. I was so excited! It was my old friend Tommy.

I met Tommy a few years back while I was strolling the Square. He was playing his guitar on a bench outside of Snug, so I sat next to him and chatted when he took a break. I hadn’t seen him in a couple of years, and I started to worry that Tommy might have gone to the big music hall in the sky. He was a wandering minstrel that never put down roots or had a permanent job, just wandered around the country. I was so pleased to see that he was alive and well and back in McKinney. (Photo: Sherri Murphy)

Yay! Tommy’s back in town.

Here’s the story and poem I wrote a few years back when I first met Tommy.

Thought I’d share this story with all of you. )

TOMMY AND MABLE

Tommy sat on the cold metal bench outside a little coffee shop in downtown McKinney. His raspy muffled voice crooned a soft country song, while aged yet agile fingers strummed across the well worn strings of a blue acoustic guitar. Salt and pepper hair brushed across a ruddy bearded face as a crisp north wind kicked up. Tommy reached over to secure the two wrinkled dollar bills flapping inside the open guitar case. He carefully tucked the ends of the bills under the small stack of prized CDs bearing his image and that of Mable, his faithful companion of thirty-seven years.

Johnny Cash’s, “Ring of Fire,” soulfully echoed across the Square, and Tommy’s foot tapped along with each rhythmic beat. I dragged a wooden chair across the brick sidewalk, and then parked myself a couple feet away from the real-life Texas troubadour. I enjoyed each rendition of old familiar tunes, as well as the original compositions inspired by nearly forty years of life on the road.

“Tommy, would you mind telling me a little bit about yourself, ” I asked when he took his first cigarette break. “Where are you from?”

“I was born in McKinney, Texas. Haven’t been back here in over thirty years.” His tone and demeanor became a bit more serious when he described his early childhood.

“Yep, I was born right here in McKinney. My folks got killed when I was thirteen. They wanted to put me in foster care, so I took off and rode the rails. Never looked back. Been traveling ’round the country ever since.”

His eyes brightened and a little crooked smile appeared when he started talking about Mable. “We’ve been together for thirty-seven years now. I was rummaging around in a dumpster looking for cans one day, when I ran across this old black guitar with a broken neck. She was in bad shape, but I fixed her up with some glue and tightened up her strings.”

The adventures were mixed with making new friends and happy times, sprinkled with the hard hungry days.

“We’ve walked across all these forty-eight states, just playing music for folks and living off what they put in my guitar case.”

Tommy went on to describe the nomadic life of a traveling troubadour. β€œI’ve never run into anyone else who does this. It’s an honest livin’. I don’t beg. I just play my music and if folks like what they hear, they drop a dollar or two in my case. Sometimes I’d ride the rails from one town to the next or just walk ’till I couldn’t walk no more.”

I listened as he carefully crushed the tiny cigarette butt beneath his worn out walking shoe and tossed it in the trash can beside the bench. “I don’t stay in one town for more than a few days. Never had a wife or kids. Wouldn’t be right, with me movin’ round so much. Wouldn’t change a thing if I could.”

When I asked about Mable, he said she was named after his beloved grandmother. The old black acoustic guitar with hundreds of scrawled signatures from front to back, now sat in the window of Snug on the Square, just a few feet away. I asked if I could take a picture of him and Mable, so he walked over and took her out of the window. I could see the jagged repair on her neck and her strings were missing.

“Mable’s retired. When you retire a guitar, you take off the strings. Need ’em for the next one.” Then he pointed out the spot where Elvis had scribbled his name one rainy night in ’69 in Mobile, Alabama. But, he was just as proud of the signatures from a group of women that signed her after a Susan B. Koman walk a few years back.

β€œ I decided that it all began here, so it should end here. I’m leaving Mable with Sandra and these nice folks. I know they’ll take good care of her.”

Tommy mentioned that when he came back to McKinney after being gone for so long, he strolled along the unfamiliar streets and asked around at a few shops and restaurants downtown to see if he could set up somewhere and play his guitar. Sandra Nichols, owner of Snug on the Square, was the only one who welcomed him and treated him with respect. “That’s when I knew my Mable would have a good home and a good family right here. They’re going to keep her right there in the window.”

I was intrigued by the story of Tommy and old Mable, especially the long and loving relationship the two shared. So, of course, I was curious about the new acoustic.

“Tommy, what’s the name of your new guitar? I was sure it would be another interesting story.

He turned his whiskered face and answered, “Haven’t named her yet. She’s gotta earn it.”

After taking a few pictures and recording a couple segments of Tommy serenading and smiling at passers-by, I said farewell to the wandering minstrel from McKinney. I shook his talented weathered hand and dropped all the cash I had in the old black guitar case. Who knows when Tommy will be passing this way again?

Tommy and Mable

With silver hair and a crooked smile

Strumming tunes that make you want to sit awhile

As you tap your toes and start to sing along

He shares each word, and has lived each song

His guitar is closer than any family

And the road, the only home he’ll ever see

But he and Mable have a need to play

Her frame is worn and her strings won’t stay

They’ve seen the whole country from east to west

And the town they’re in, is the one that’s best

Mable’s been signed by many a star

Even Elvis scrawled his name on that old guitar

But the real country singer never settles down

‘Cause there’s another ballad and another town.

Toni Andrukaitis