Christmas… Gifts… and then what?

Over 40 years ago, my main Christmas gift was a stuffed bear, it seemed giant-size at the time. Last week I was rummaging through my old treasures that I couldn’t live without, and saw the bear sitting atop a shelf in my closet. His fur was stiff and his dark marbled eyes were tucked back in his head, covered partially by fluff. I vividly remember waking up and running into the living room to see Santa’s gift, I was ecstatic! I grabbed the bear, squeezing and cuddling, it was almost as big as me.

Gifts at Christmas used to mean so much more, the colorfully wrapped sentiments have lost their value and have become an expectation. I would get one or two gifts under the tree, and they were special. I bought my children several presents when they were younger and unless the goody was coveted, they often lost interest in a short period of time. I was guilty of materialism during the holiday.

My family would gather for a meal, games, laughter and reminiscing, the air was light and Christmas music twinkled softly in the background. Although the traditions still aspire, I see it all over the world, the events often take on the theme of a “party” – alcohol abuse, arguing, judging… and don’t leave first or you may be the topic of gossip.

Not every family experiences the doldrums of the holidays, but for some, the holiday season is a nightmare. (Note: I’ve noticed we now have a “Holiday Season”, not Christmas.) Stores can barely contain themselves and they wait, biting nails, to put out their big displays and sale ads. The overall dollars are tracked to see which year had the best sales volume. People spend their paychecks and then dread January when the credit card bills roll in.

Quality non-profit organizations help less fortunate families obtain gifts and provide a wonderful service to the community, I have donated several times. Although I see the purpose, I wonder if the true meaning of Christmas is conveyed with the exchange.

Even though I may sound like a negative-Nellie, it is not the purpose of my post. I encourage everyone to engage in thoughtful presentations of sentiments to everyone you meet, now, and always. The “holidays” can be wonderful and joyous, and painful and devastating; you may find yourself with either perspective depending on your current situation. We know the happiness and the sorrow… we see and feel it. This year, make it a goal to do something about it. Focus on making a difference in someone’s life, help make it better… just one person, pick anyone. Pay it forward…

I intentionally left out the meaning of “Christmas” because I’m honestly not sure what it stands for anymore. The following site explained it to me, granting me a better understanding of the world-wide participation.

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Peace and Joy,
Rhonda

http://www.history.com/topics/christmas/history-of-christmas

A Shoebox House – Online Dating : From Chapter 2 – Zombie Squirrel, A Romantic Walk

Here is an excerpt from the 2nd chapter of my book “A Shoebox House”. This is a cute scenario at the park on the first day I met Luke.

“Luke was a gentleman and I never felt pressured or awkward about talking, or my appearance; I felt accepted. Although, I was still not sure what to think about Luke, I reflected on his profile, and accepted that it matched his demeanor and attitude.

I noticed that there were little squirrels everywhere, running up and down the walking paths and scurrying up trees. These squirrels had big, bushy tails, and were obviously well fed,their beady eyeballs were bright and alert. Luke and I walked side-by-side along the trail that circles the pond. Tall trees lined the path and obviously provided the much needed shade in the summer. Luke was always by my side, but he never took my hand or invaded my external comfort zone.

As we proceeded down the trail, the brave squirrels came right up to us; searching for a handout. I assumed Luke came to the park often because he had a supply of peanuts in his coat pocket and was ready to delve them out; like pennies in a wishing well. I turned around at one point, slightly startled, and one bold little bugger was chasing us, apparently he wanted more. He was galloping after us at a rapid pace, and I was envisioning a horror movie with zombie squirrels. I grabbed Luke’s arm as if he were going to rescue me. I felt the softness of his flannel shirt, and embraced the touch, however brief, of another human being, a man. In an uneventful fashion, Luke tossed him another peanut… and laughed at me. I smiled as the zombie squirrel bounced off with his treasure.”

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Enjoy life.
Peace
Rhonda

A Shoebox House – Online Dating: Embracing Life – Intro Part II of II

I am sharing from the rough draft of my book, “A Shoebox House”.

Part 2 of the Introduction.

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Embracing Life (#2 of 2)

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“I was as much of a groupie as anyone when it came to rounding up the troops for a night out dancing to the “The Max”, a favorite band of many locals in Gallatin and Park County. The Bozeman Hot Springs is within 2 miles of my house, and I frequently worked out at the gym and soaked in the natural hot water. I could easily lose myself in a comedy, sci-fi, or a chick-flick at the big screen at the mall. The long scenic walks and hikes with fellow comrades provided an abundance of entertaining chit-chat and exercise.

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The favorite local taverns, bars, and bistros display a variety of cocktails and hors d’oeuvers, and an excursion downtown suggested many opportunities to select the ultimate atmosphere of your choice. Some dwellings are of questionable repute, some are swanky or ritzy, and most have a comfortable air about them. Taking in a play at the theater, or a concert at one of the countless venues, had become a regular occurrence; there was no lack of entertainment.

My life was well designed, I was enthusiastic about starting my new job, and apparently, I was living in one of the most popular places on the continent.”

Next: Erotique (Parts #1 and #2)

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Rhonda

The Birth of Waterfall ** Nature**Life**

Here’s a fun short story… 🙂

The Birth of a Waterfall

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(Picture: Palisade Falls, Hyalite Canyon, Gallatin County, Montana)

A waterfall is normally a branch of a river, lake or stream that over time has eroded the land and rocks, creating a formation of cascading water. Brave trickles of water venture away from their secure home within the main flow and they seek a new life. The earth provides a trail as the liquid seeps in between stones, small boulders, branches, roots, and soil; nature guides it along a path.

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The trail winds and twists like a snake, but the family of droplets does not give up. Obstacles present themselves throughout the journey, often separating the group, many stragglers are rejoined farther down the path. The leaders are the first to topple off of steep embankments as they approach their destiny. They feel an exhilaration of freedom, anticipation… and venturing into the unknown.

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By now the clique has grown into a full-fledged pulse of water and the momentum plunges them over the steep, rocky and earthy edge. We see the cascade of liquid phenomenon tumbling down and splashing into a pool of water, only to watch them continue their travels riding within the sea of their companions… onward to an unknown destination… encouraging genesis… and life.

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Rhonda

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A Shoebox House – Online Dating: Embracing Life – Intro Part I of II

I am sharing from my rough draft of my book “A Shoebox House”. This is the first part of the introduction….

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Embracing Life (1 of 2):

“The old two-lane asphalt and dirt roads were well used; agriculture in the surrounding fields was at its peak, and the unblocked mountainous views were phenomenal. I was fortunate to have been raised in a small town in Montana where community was of the essence. As teenagers, we knew all the places we could go hide from our parents, mostly in the forested or private areas; Hyalite Canyon, the Rain Forest, Blueberry Hill, and the Madison River – to name a few. I relied on nature to revive me. The scents of the earth and pine trees were irresistible, and the sound of the rushing rivers and babbling brooks gave me a sense of tranquility.

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(Sunrise outside of Bozeman)

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I was single, loving life, and embracing it as though there were no tomorrow. I spent most of my free time surrounded by close girlfriends; giggling and throwing parties that included cocktails, murder mystery weekends and anything we could think of to join together in merriment. Mimosa and exquisitely prepared appetizers were often on the menu, we were caught up in making a treasure box of cherished memories.

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(Hiking: Sourdough Canyon, Gallatin County)

Bozeman is a small city in Montana that sprouted into somewhat of a social and cultural web over the past few years. The locals joked about living in “BozeAngeles”, with the hustle-bustle crowds accumulating every month, and the construction was non-stop. Fancy motels, lavish condos, conventional businesses, and a multitude of houses and recreational parks were rising up on every corner.

It created an air of prosperity, metropolis, and technology. Bozeman was changing at a rapid pace.”

Embracing Life Part II (to be continued)

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Rhonda

What’s in a picture? Can you see it with my words…. ?

I met this man online a few months ago (on Facebook). He sent me this picture and he said it was taken about 4 years ago. It is common for people who are online sites to post pictures that are not recent, and a few weeks later he sent me a selfie to show what he currently looked like, and I was not surprised to see it was very different. We were not pursuing a long-distance dating relationship, and an honest friendship blossomed from our conversations. I described his picture below… a sample of my writing similar to my book, “Indifferent Deceptions”.

“The first thing I notice is his casual smile, and his intense blue eyes; I feel as if he is studying me. Since he looks slightly amused, I imagine he is engaged in a light conversation with his companion. He may be alone, but he does not look lonely. In a friendly fashion, his left shoulder is leaning down and angled slightly lower than the right. His eyebrows are raised, exhibiting a much darker shade than the long blonde strands of hair resting on his shoulder.

Below his mysterious eyes are soft cheekbones that catch the very top of his smile and frame his well-shaped nose. His strong jaw-line catches the significant features of his face, and his neck drapes down, showing the well-deserved lines of time. The faded jean shirt he is wearing is bleached, almost white. The sleeves are cut off at the shoulder and display white frays – indicating that it is a favorite.

As I glance at the photo on and off, I see a proud man, someone who would “come to the rescue”. A long forehead leads to a tuft of gray hair that triangles out and leads to the longer locks that rescue him from the dreaded look of old age. With his shirt bared open, I can see his curly chest hair in shades of gray and the natural color that also highlights his tresses. As I proceed, I wonder if I should share that I desire kissable lips… it’s all in the kiss.

Dare I say anymore…”

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Rhonda

(Photo credit: William Earl Thornton)

What is Ghosting?

Ghosting is a common phenomenon that actually has its own word in the dictionary now. It has been alive for centuries and now it has developed into a cultural activity that is one of the stepping stones into the deterioration of humanity and social relationships. At the very least, it is when someone is too immature to let you know they are not interested in a relationship with you, so they just disappear; falling into the category of “Mean People Suck”.

I have read several articles and blogs about “Ghosting” and the real problem is that nobody knows what do to about it, so let’s just write about it. I read a blog written by a guy “In Defense of Ghosting Out of Relationships”. That explains part of it and is like saying “I am a total jerk and I know it’s not right to Ghost someone, but I don’t give a crap and I’m going to do it anyway”. I view it the same as running over an elderly lady on the street; it’s definitely wrong… but he’s going to do it anyway.

It’s become so common that there are different levels and tiers of Ghosting ranging from a simple swipe on a dating site, blocking someone on social media, blowing someone off after a few dates, and yes, terminating a long-term relationship by simply disappearing. Ghosting is one of the most severe forms of the “silent treatment” and wreaks havoc on the mind’s ability to even process what happened. Anyone who has been Ghosted knows the effects on a person’s self-esteem, increasing self-doubt, obsessing, making excuses for the lame offender, and questioning every other relationship in their life and sometimes… their mere existence.

After experiencing Ghosting myself, I read up on how to deal with it. I can guarantee you that nothing anybody writes or says will be your solution. All of the advice and recommendations seemed obvious to me, and were somewhat valuable, but simply following a text book or the advice of another person will not work. It is a journey that can only be undertaken by the person who has been Ghosted, and it’s not easy to recreate a new reality.

I heard statements like: “just get over it”, “do what you have to do,” “why are you taking this so hard”, “are you okay”, “are you okay”, “are you okay”, “don’t feel bad, it happened to me too”… and who knows what people were saying behind my back.

Don’t even get me started on “#Catfishing”…
(To be continued)

If you have been “Ghosted”, please feel free to share your experience…