Have you ever sat back and looked at a midnight sky with the stars scattered all around, a natural instant high. My mind starts to wonder away with so many thoughts and questions that can not be answered.
It amazes me that we are here on a planet, let alone the thought of what is beyond all those scattered stars and space. Everything is so complex, or is it? Is all of this that surrounds us huge or merely just a speck of dust?
I feel we would be foolish to believe that we are the only ones that exist beyond here, there has to be more out there, more to it. Whether it is heaven, other living planets or places, aliens (maybe we are them?), who is it to say and who has the completely right answer.
These questions and thoughts cross my mind time to time, especially when I look up at a star filled night; and I'm sure most everyone else wonders too. Maybe, it would be too much for us to take in or understand now. Or, could it be that we as "humans" make things more complicated than things really should be and take to many things for granted. It might be that the answer is so simple, that we just can not comprehend it.
If I had only one question to ask and to ever be answered would be, "What is beyond space?" and the answer could not be nothing (I would not except that answer), because nothing has to be something!
Pieces of My Mind.
Dana Hunt-Me
I have to wonder, what's worse, or perhaps, what's more healthy?
My two-year-old son loves to pretend he is a dog. He eats our dogs dry dog food and he kindly shares it with the dogs too (so sweet), but..........
We had birthday cake with blue icing on it the other day, and he had blue poop for three days?? Hummm?? I wonder, I think I'm siding with the dog food!!
Dana Hunt-Me
My son, Lucas, who is five, asked today if this was HEAVEN. My husband and I both quickly responded, "NO!" and we discussed our feelings and ideas of what heaven is with him. For there is no right answer for his question; just faith, hope and a whole lot of unknown trust.
Even though, in the back of my head, I was thinking to myself,....."Oh, Dear Lord, I hope this is not heaven, but just a test!!", and not that this world does not have beauty within it. I'm only truly hoping for the first time, "That the grass is greener on the other side".
Dana Hunt-Me
This is what happens when you had a few beers and go fire-up the ol' riding lawn mower? Oh Crap,................ Whoops!?!?
Dana Hunt-Me
My nine-year-old son gets so excited to go check the mail at the mailbox (I mean "Old School Mailbox"), to see if anything has arrived for him. He writes letters to his friends and family, and loves to drop his letters in the slot of the mailbox for the mailman to pick-up. It makes me so proud to see him do so. "Signed, Sealed (Stamped) and Delivered."
He still believes in Santa Clause, The Tooth Fairy and The Easter Bunny, and I wish I could bottle his innocence up forever. I so hope it transfers that long to my other three sons (PLEASE!!!).
Where has all the innocence gone?
He came home the other night with his homework (He's in the 3rd grade might I add) and one of the last questions he had to do was write a funny "E-MAIL" to a friend about the story he had read. I thought, WHAT IN THE WORLD, what has happened? Can't children just be children? Why is everything so fast and furious(why, Why and Why?)? I barely let him get on the computer for heaven sakes and I want to keep it that way as long as a can, but he knows how to use a computer better than I do (Huh!). I just learned how to download pictures from a camera to the computer (Which I'm sure some people probably wish I hadn't.......).
Why do all these children have to have all these gadgets and gizmo's, isn't it only hurting them to some extent? I understand that this is the world it is becoming or already is, but still.....,is it going GREEN or something deeper than that? When you have children in texting competitions, isn't there something not quite right with that? Note: My spelling check is questioning the word TEXTING???
My grandparents raised four girls, had their own animals that provided and fed them and they lived off their land, which was not big. Could you imagine giving a live chicken to an eighteen-year-old now, and saying, here you go make dinner or here's a cow milk it!! How fast time has changed. I suppose that is life now, but can't we slow down just a bit.
And, yes, I have a facebook page and, yes, I BLOG, but I have always loved to write, I love drawing, painting and anything to do with art, I love photography (Again,"Old School Style"), I love nature, gardening, cooking, camping (Again, "Old School Style", TENT IT!!), fishing, hiking and heck I love playing in the dirt!! But, I look at some of the facebook pages of our young people..... and who in the heck has over 2000+ "friends" (NO ONE!)?
I guess it is what it is and I can not changed it. I can only write how I feel and I will only learn as my children grow (which scares me for that and them), but, I'll take a bottle of that innocence to go, please!
Dana Hunt-Me
It was early one morning and my husband and I were in the kitchen helping our son, Christian (who is nine), study and finish up his homework.
Christian sat at the kitchen table doing his work, while asking lots of questions about things other than what he was working on, as he always does (He has quite a busy brain.....and that is a very good thing).
One of the questions was about going to college and what it would be like; and if he would have to get up early to go to his classes. We told him perhaps sometimes you may have classes that are early. He then asked, "Well, how will I get there?". We replied that he would be able to walk to most of his classes (us,think dorm room???). He sat there for a moment to take our answer in. Then he said, "That would mean I would not live with you guys!".
He then said, " No, that will not do, I would miss you all to much, I want to stay here with you, I will stay close and drive!".
What an awesome person he is and what an awesome thing to hear from our son. xoxo
Dana Hunt-Me
We were doing our yard work with our children running around the yard. Lucas, my I DO NOT want to listen son, sat in time-out in the yard. He had found an ant hill and sat quite in time-out (Rare), playing way with the ants. After time-out, he got up and played with our other children. About 20 minutes had past and he remembered the ants. So he looked very hard to find the ants, he said, "Mom, where is my "ANT" hole, oh, there it is."
Dana Hunt-Me
