It's been a while since I was on my knees.... Just as I thought the world is only getting colder, Bowing my head, I felt the weight of the world off my shoulders. It reminded me humility waits patiently, but opens the door on bended knee, as thankfulness, comes naturally. Clasped hands pressed together in … Continue reading “It’s Been Awhile” by Raymond Roy
3 week update . "Mr. Heavyfoot" So thankful for modern medicine. I feel 90% of my facial/blinking has returned to "normal". I did want to share and a shift in a few things physically and emotionally after after a 10 day regiment using oral steroids(Prednisolone). All was well until 3 days after stopping taking them. … Continue reading “More CowBell”(‘s) Palsy “Mr. Heavyfoot”
36 years ago I started my journey to earn the title of US Marine. No doubt the yellow footprints come to mind but today, I remember a time through all the the chaos of Marine bootcamp that I found even more surreal than the days that started at 0530 with reville blasting and two minutes … Continue reading Firewatch
The Pact Just as he reached up for the knocker, the door eerily swing open. Deep into the remote cottage yellow sunshine cut into the pitch black recesses. True divided lites in the aged handcrafted wood windows created a checkerboard pattern on the terra-cotta tile floor. In the beams of light, elongated dust particles danced, … Continue reading The Pact By Raymond Roy #writephoto
Window sample packed so tightly into my coupe, I had to lean the front seat forward just to squeeze it in. 2pm in home demo appt. “You wait right here young man, I will be right back”. The lady of the house went in to the kitchen. The house smelled old. As I heard her […]
Crybaby! Quit your whining! You are too sensitive ! Too sensitive? Thanks for the compliment! Seriously, if you have been told this in a negative conatation, You have a gift! Yes a gift! A few years back, I read a book about Highly Sensitive People or "HSP's. We all go through adolescence where our hormones are … Continue reading The Gift
I was 15 years old, visiting my Dad in Edmonton Alberta during my high school Spring break in Washington State. Strangely He and I went on a shopping spree. Blue plaid suit, deep blue shirt and a white tie. The next day we got up early. Dad standing in front of me shirtless freshly shaven, … Continue reading “Day in Court”
Visualize Healing Healing a relationship It can start with a small act of kindness. A kind word. Acknowledging that you made a mistake. Acknowledging that you are not proud of your actions. Visualize a moment in time when you shared a laugh with that person. Visualize a moment when things were not so complicated. Visualize … Continue reading Healing
Being a Dad is not defined by blood that allows you to live, but by your actions, and the love you give. Holding the hardworking hands of the man, who by his actions, was my Dad.
Happy Birthday in Heaven Tone, love you man!
In honor of my Stepdad Tony’s birthday in heaven, I wanted to share one of my favorite stories is about him. When I was about 10 years old, it was a beautiful spring day, in Lynden, WA. The sun was shining with a soft breeze. Tony and I had been planting trees(more like sticks we had ordered from the back cover page of The Family Weekly magazine) and we took a break. We sat on the soft pine needled ground under the shade of a big tree. Cars zipped by on Northwood Road. We were enjoying a Shasta soda talking about how nice the weather was.
Suddenly I felt something biting me on the legs, I jumped up, started dancing around, brushing away the ants that had crawled up my pant leg. Tony and I both burst out in laughter in response to my unscheduled ants in the pants routine…
View original post 109 more words