I wrote this on July 18, 2014Ever since I was a VERY little boy I have loved horses, but never had very much, if any, interaction with them at all. Despite my accessibility to horses my Grandma, Celia Seamans, would spoil me with so much horse themed stuff. I had a whole bedroom set that was horse themed, horse figurines, a stable with my name engraved on it, and even a horse build a bear. I remember asking her for a horse for Christmas and she promised me that she would do her best. I remember one time, when we were cuddled up in her bed that she mentioned that my obsession of horses was similar to her liking of angels and humming birds. I was quite obsessed. She was a sweet woman who always encouraged a positive environment. I do not have a single negative memory of her. Everything about her made me feel safe and loved. Every now and then, she comes to mind and I know she is there watching over me and bringing sweet little joys to my life. As of lately, I have been in a bit of a whirl, and my mind has been

The Way You Look Tonight

Various Artists - Michael Parkinson: My Life in Mu

Never once have I ever felt the presence of authentic pure love then when I spent time with my grandmother Celia Seamans. She was one of the strongest people I have ever known. No matter what came her way she always acted in love and tried to find pleasure in bring a cheerful spirit to those around her. Honestly it is the love that she showed toward me that constantly reminds me that God is real. Where she was a handicapped woman her spirit was thriving with drive. She could push anyone to achieve anything they set their mind to. She helped me find my center, and my passion. She helped me understand that no matter what even though there will be times when no one on this earth can show you the love that you need that God will be right there with you. She loved her family with all of her heart. Though I wish that she were still here to comfort me I can’t express the comfort that I have knowing that her personal pains are now gone. She watches over me and renews my spirit when I am at my lowest point

Walk alone.Have you ever just went walking by yourself? If so what did you do? Where did you go? Think about it… did you listen to the world? Did you breath deep breaths? Did you hum, or fidget or kick a pebble? Did you stop to smell the flowers and bask in the glorious rays of the sun? Do you walk to lose weight or to just get from place to place? Should you have a reason at all? Do you think that there is more than one reason that you walk where you walk? When you walk by yourself are you really alone? I challenge you to go on a walk and ask yourself these things and try some of them. As corny as it sounds it helps me to be one with God and to relax. Try it.