Thoughts from the Porch: Bearing Fruit

 

 

 

 

 Thoughts from the porch: Bearing Fruit               by Lisa Morgan

Blessed are those who are selfless enough to plant a fruit or nut tree, knowing they may not ever partake of the bounty the tree will bear. This selfless act of laboring for future generation to eat should be looked upon as blessing for mankind & the animal kingdom who would partake of the fruit or nuts from the branches. We look upon being rich or wealthy to be measured in gold, silver, currency, but we should in reality look upon those with seeds as the wealthiest. God gave us seeds to plant. We are supposed to see this as a blessing for future nourishment for our bodies. Yet how many of us toss out seeds or pits, without a second thought.

 

 

 

 If perchance food became scarce; then the seeds, pits & yes the bottoms of root vegetables would become priceless. What today you see as garbage, could be the wealth of the future. Remember that tree may take years to grow before it produces & even a blueberry bush may take 3 years to bear fruit. The point is if we all collected the seeds from food we purchase, then we planted the seeds, the bounty would be amazing. Just a thought to ponder the next time you eat an apple, peach, blueberry, pecan, almond, avocado etc. Where does the wealthy individual lie? We are blessed more than we can imagine even if we are too blind to see. That's all from the porch swing for now as I eat an apple & place the seeds in my seed box.

PS. Squirrels & Birds love raw veggies & fruit when you have pieces left over that are raw please toss them in your yard. When I do they are gone the next day. God takes care of the least among us.

Thanks for spending your time with me,

Lisa Morgan

Author, Blogger, Maxim Chic Media & Consulting Agency (Muse & CEO)

www.getbeachslapped.blogspot.com 

 

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Thoughts from the porch

                                                Thoughts from the porch

                                                      By: Lisa Morgan

 

Have you ever wondered why people who tout everyone should be open minded are actually themselves air heads? Why is that do you suppose? Maybe the new "buzz" word for the moment is open minded, which is the new term for air head, the more offensively term, for those who won't take the time to think or they have more than one brain fart at at time. Some of these open minded folks aka air heads have perpetual brain farts, which may have resulted in their blinds being blown one too many times. Perhaps it's the brain farts, that have caused the door to have remained open, on their minds leading to the open mind. 

The humorous part is that the open minded people often times are not open minded at all, they simply want everyone around them to be open minded to their thoughts, ideology or whims. Your mother said shut the door for a reason! Just for the record I must also add that brain fart is the more offensively term for senior moment or lapse of judgment or misspoken. Slice it anyway that you like, the meaning is the same....brain fart! The moment when you see the light bulb in some one's brain get switched on usually is the after thought of the brain fart. I'm here to enlighten those who suffer from being too open minded, without actually thinking through thoughts. You know what I mean, just allowing those thoughts to flow in one ear through the brain & out the other ear & never retaining anything. They allow someone else to tell them what to think because it's easier than actually thinking for themselves which requires work. We all know most people nowadays run the opposite direction of work. Work is the dreaded four letter word that is whispered while the new four letter word that is embraced is F#ck! Why is that? People used to be ashamed to say that "F" word & now it's like a badge of honor. What is going on people?

Please save an air head from too much open mindedness. Tell them to shut the door & ponder topics. Help stop brain farts across America! Help the open minded by handing out common sense to go along with that open mind. Common sense is the cure for all brain farts, perpetual open mindedness, misspoken words, lapse of judgment. Senior moments will happen to those well up in years & their cache of common sense should purchase them a well deserved break, for that senior moment.

It is great to being open minded to suggestions, to seeing some one's view, to addressing a situation from a different approach, but to leave the door open to the mind is dayhem foolish. You can't let everything into your brain without having a filter on it! Think of your brain, as your home. You have a door to your home to allow people to enter & exit, to keep things in & things out. Folks in the south have screen doors beyond the doors allow fresh air to flow in & keeping the unwanted pests like flies & mosquitoes out. Likewise with the brain you should have a filter to keep out things that are toxic, dangerous, ignorant or plain foolish from living in your brain. Those are my thoughts from the porch, the place that I ponder my thoughts while sipping on tea, mostly tea. I hope you kept your open mind while reading this blog & that you laughed along the way. Now don't let the door hit you where the good Lord split you! Come back real soon for the next installment.

Thank you for sharing your time with me,

Lisa Morgan

                 Author of Get Beach Slapped a satirical reality check book


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I'm not a hoarder, I'm a collector of Vintage Chic!

I'm Not a Hoarder, I'm a collector of Vintage Chic!

 by Lisa Morgan                                                                                         March 9, 2017

Who are you calling a Hoarder? I just collect stuff. Sometimes I just save things from going into landfills, other times I save things from those who don't appreciate them. Isn't this what we tell ourselves when we love all things vintage? I know that I have had to ask myself more than once, "Do I really need this?" Usually I say,"What? Are you kidding me of course I do!" Somewhere during this analytical conversation with myself I always start talking aloud, which will have someone inevitably look over & grin at me. I always respond the same way, "I talk to myself sometimes, please just ignore me." Most times the other person will laugh & respond, "Me too. especially when I'm trying to talk myself out of buying something I know I don't need or have room for at home." Yes a fellow hoarder or recovering hoarder! We are everywhere...well in America....we are everywhere.

I have given away more things or treasures, as I like to call them than I care to recall. When I am flipping channels on the "Idiot Box" aka TV & I happen across the show "Hoarders", it always compels me to clean & organize, which leads to gifting some of my treasures to new homes. I try to skip that particular show for just that reason.

Vintage Chic is about saving treasures from bygone times, re-purposing, salvaging items that would otherwise be decaying in a trash heap, cluttering up the world even more. It is wise to reuse or re-purpose items rather than to keep purchasing inferior quality junk from anywhere especially from China. China is the one hit wonder of merchandise. Use it once & discard it afterwards.

I love the things that remind me of my childhood & simpler times before the internet, when drive in theaters brought people closer together. A time when people had real conversations, wrote love letters & gathered around the dinner table to eat. A time before crack, meth, heroin & cocaine had gripped our nation. A time when no one was discussing transgender bathrooms or sanctuary cities, when men were men, women were women & everyone was proud to be an American citizen. What the hell happened? Protests about everything, anything, nothing lest we forget being offended. Stop the madness! Collect your thoughts as if they were items & place them in order of importance, in the event of a catastrophe. When placed into perspective some of these collective thoughts are broken junk worthy of being tossed. Don't be a hoarder of broken thoughts. Ponder what matter to you, research, repair your thought process if necessary or make changes to what you previously thought to be relevant or true after research, thought & maybe a prayer or meditation.

You can call me a hoarder if you like. I'm sure I've been called worse sometime in my lifetime. I box up things from time to time just to see if I can live without them. I rearrange items for no reason other than to get a new perspective in my humble abode. I don't think I'm a hoarder. I can see my counter-tops, my floors, my furniture,  although my husband says I have entirely too many pillows, candles, books but they are all in their place. No I'm not a hoarder. I'm simply a respecter of vintage items that speak to me, thus I call it "Vintage Chic" decor. I find the term salvage reminds me of a graveyard for autos. I'm living with my vintage chic items. No you can never have too many pillows or candles, contrary to what my husband believes.

Take a moment to look around your home & truly look at the items you surround your self with. Do you have a fondness for this item or is it just collecting dust? You can always have a garage sell or consign items if you feel you are starting to get claustrophobic or that you are seeing less & less of the baseboards or walls than you should. Embrace your inner hoarder. Be unique, be true to yourself, be happy in your surroundings.  I'm not a hoarder, I'm a collector is what I tell myself. My inner hoarder responds, "Well good luck with that!"

Thank you for joining me,
Lisa Morgan
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My Swinging Past

                                                              My Swinging Past                                  3/1/2017

                                                          written by: Lisa Morgan

As a child I used to sit with my maternal grandmother "Granny" swinging to & fro watching the grass grow or so it seemed to me at the time. My Granny was a Poarch Creek Indian lady of small stature, although she was larger than life itself to me. I'd brush my Granny's salt & pepper colored hair & she'd regal me with stories of the past. She'd talk & I'd listen, which for anyone who knows me was quite the feat, for me to listen & not chime in, nonetheless that is exactly how it happened. Granny was very near & dear to my heart. I remember the last time I saw her she was swinging on the front porch & telling me she wouldn't be around much longer. She had a premonition & her life was filled with premonitions that came to pass, as did this last one. Granny was a gentle soul, a kind woman, a tolerant woman & a God fearing woman who loved her family.

The reason I told this backstory to you is because it was a everyday occurrence in my Granny's life to swing to & fro in her old porch swing with the chipped paint. It wasn't until I was writing my book Get Beach Slapped a couple of years ago that it dawned on me why Granny loved swinging on her front porch. I was sitting on my back porch or lanai for those who prefer a more colorful term for porch, anyway I was doing absolutely nothing suffering from writers block when it occurred to me how peaceful it was just to be still. I rarely am ever still much less quiet so for me to be both simultaneously was quite miraculous & yet there I was at peace. I began watching the birds tending their nests while singing a happy tune. The squirrels were scampering from tree to tree forging for food & chirping at one another, as if it were a choreographed. I noticed the bees being chased by dragonflies, while my cats were mesmerized by the dragonflies. My dogs would occasionally chime in just to make their presence known. It was as if an entire orchestrated musical was playing out in front of me, quite the comical musical I might add. I wondered if one of the squirrels might be the mother to my orphaned squirrel Baby Nutt. I suppose I'll never know.

Why had I not noticed this before? How simple it was to stop, to do nothing but watch quietly & learn. I hearkened by to the days of simplicity with my Granny sitting, listening & watching. Granny's escape from the stresses of her day was to sit, swing, watch & listen. I suppose I'll never truly know what she was thinking about as she would sit gazing at her yard. I was too young to understand what being an adult entailed or better still what being an aging adult entailed. I was young, vivacious, ignorant beyond belief, filled with wonder & love for my Granny. She never was too busy for me though she was a hard working woman. She never was too tired to talk to me even though looking back now I see how exhausted she was at the time. She had a gentle voice, a forgiving soul, a humble woman indeed. Granny's swing was her sanctuary, her escape, her solitude where she would be still & unwind.

It reminds me of the bible verse Psalm 46:10 "Be still & know that I am God....". I believe my Granny was appreciating the many wonders of God's hands, the beauty, the enormity, which gave her humbleness. I wanted nothing more than to become wealthy one day to buy my granny a big house & take care of her, but it was not to be since she died early one morning, while visiting my Papa at the hospital where he was suffering from a concussion & broken collarbone; after a fall from atop a barn he was painting. Don't ask it's a long story, much longer than this blog. So my Granny passed away one month before my 18th birthday & I never bought her a big house, but never expressed a desire for anything, other than what she had each day.

Granny taught me to be still even though it took 35 years for the lesson to sink in. I never claimed to be Einstein. My Daddy's birthday will be coming up in April, he would have been 77. Daddy died at age 67. My Granny passed away at 65, so forgive me if I get a little melancholy over an old porch swing with chipped paint. My desire these days is to obtain a porch swing, whereby I can swing to & fro doing nothing, while gazing at the awe inspiring creations of God's hands. I guess I'm a much humbler woman than I realized. Maybe I'm a bit more like Granny than I realized. Thank you God! It's time to feed Baby Nutt. Life is filled with miracles everyday, if we only be still long enough to enjoy them.

Have a blessed week,
Lisa Morgan
@thebeachwife on Twitter
author of Get Beach Slapped www.getbeachslapped.blogspot.com

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