Hello and welcome to my blog.


I am Patricia Ann Boyes and have just become a first time published author at the age of seventy-seven. I am so excited! The title of my book is My Precious Life, and is now available for sale in Hardcover, Paperback, Kobo, Kindle and various e-books. The book is available on many online book stores such as Amazon.ca, Amazon.com, Barnes and Noble, Amazon.uk, Westbow Press, to name a few.

In April of this year I posted an excerpt from each of the forty chapters, and they can still be read by scrolling down to the beginning of this blog. “My Precious Life” is meant to be an inspiration to those who are struggling with life’s lessons, and wondering what they are all about. The feedback the book is receiving is touching on just that. “Wonderful…I couldn’t put it down…inspiring…” These are some of the comments coming back to me, and I’m so thankful for the interest it is generating.

After I posted the first forty excerpts, I continued to blog a post a day, and am still blogging! I love it, and have met some wonderful people in the blogging community. Here again, comments are positive and uplifting.

Here is a link to my church web site. My church is a focal point in my life and is featured in my book which is why I’m including its link.

Thank you for visiting “My Precious Life”. I look forward to hearing your comments on “My Precious Life” the Blog and the Book:

http://www.amazon.com/Precious-Life-Patricia-Ann-Boyes/dp/1490835504/ref=sr_1_1?  ie=UTF8&qid=1413155276&sr=8-1&keywords=my+precious+life

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C’mon! Are You Kidding Me?


What is going on in this world of ours?

A few days ago a radio commentator talked about a group of about six hundred people that is declaring the earth is flat, not round; no ifs ands or buts! (Are we the only square planet in the universe?)

Someone is still trying to build walls instead of knocking them down.

A leader who ran a campaign on transparency, among other sunshiny things, is now embroiled in an alleged cover-up.

People are demonstrating in the streets of many parts of the world in some protest or other, while taking sticks and bricks to properties of others, and setting cars on fire.

Thieves are smashing retail windows at 3:00 a.m. and helping themselves to cash and valuables belonging to hard working merchants.

A young woman was videoed throwing a chair from a high rise condo balcony onto a busy street below.

My driveway was no sooner cleared of snow when along came a plow and dumped a load of the white stuff at the bottom of it.

C’mon! Are you kidding me?

The good news is a smaller plow came along and cleared it away.

Did you have a happy Valentine’s day, yesterday?

 

 

 

 

Winter’s Rage


While housebound with yet another February snow and ice storm raging, I pass the time writing about the woes of winter in the following haiku using one of my favorite writing tools…alliteration.

 

Wild winds whip the snow

while winter wages white war

without a warning.

Without a Parachute


A few years ago I tried freefall writing without really knowing much about it. Here is a very brief description I gleaned from the internet:

FREEFALL is the technique of writing from the larger Self, beyond reach of the ego and its censors. . . .FREEFALL invokes the courage to fall without a parachute, into the words as they come, into the thoughts before they have fully formed in the mind, into the unplanned structures that take shape, without prompting, to contain them. . . .

And here is the writing that plummeted from my mind onto the page; the only thing I changed was to add more punctuation than what showed in the original piece to make the writing more definable to the reader.

Come to me oh Heavenly Father and open my mind and heart to you so completely that I do not have room for anything but your word. Let the power of you fill me to overflowing with the things you would have me be and say. Oh Lord, I need you in my life as never before. Hearken to my plea, fill me with the joy I felt at the sound of your voice in 1984 when you told me All Things Are Possible. Continue to lead me, oh Lord, make me aware, let me write for you and only you. Let my life be lived for you and only you. Direct my paths, free my soul, balance my life, lift my spirit, make me what I long to be for you. Create in me a clean heart, a new heart, a new mind, a new spirit. Show me where you are oh Lord and make me 100% aware of your presence in my life beginning this very minute. I the Lord of sea and sand here I am to take your hand, I will lead you all the way, I am at your side to stay, tell the people to be aware that Jesus has you in his care. He is always by your side, there is nowhere you can hide. Jesus talks to those who ask, Jesus helps you in your task. God and Holy Spirit too, all are here just for you and you and you. Everyone is in their care, only make yourselves aware of their presence in your life. Thank them then be on your way, you will feel them when you pray. Going home is what they call giving you their all. So my friends take this advice, it’s from Jesus our Lord and Christ, the savior of our lives, the savior of our lives. Come alive my little child, I have called you from the wildness of your will. I will my word in you instill and then you will do MY will and I will help you, don’t dismay, I am with you every day for eternity.

This was my one and only attempt at free-fall writing and although I don’t know the date, I do know it was about ten years ago or more. It boggles my mind that these words flowed so freely and unabashedly as if from another realm. And I’m grateful.

 

 

Saturday Lightheartedness


Sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words…and then sometimes a few words can paint a picture, like this one I found on Pinterest which reminded me of my silly little Oliver Owl poem. Happy Saturday. (Original post for today will be posted tomorrow).

OLIVER OWL

Oliver Owl is a happy old bird

as wise as wise can be.

He makes his home in the forest

at the top of an old pine tree

He dines on delicate insects

and wears his feathers well,

they appear as a fine tuxedo

in shades of brown eggshell.

Oliver’s eyes are round and bright,

they help him to plainly see

through the dark, dark night in the forest

at his home in the old pine tree.

©2005

Spooky

 

Looking Back


Looking back on yesterday’s post, “A Take on This Spiritual Thing”, I don’t want anyone to get the impression that I’m coming out as a saint (although our pastor says we are all saints)…far from it.

Some of the things that I regret saying and doing that could have been handled in a much better way got me thinking about my own spiritual side. Hear what St. Paul said in Romans 7:15, I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do. NIV

How many of us can relate to this passage of scripture. I know I can and do.

Tomorrow’s post is going to strike some of you as weird but it shines a light on the thoughts we sometimes have that we aren’t even aware of. Till then…

A Take on This Spiritual Thing


After taking some time off from writing, I’m back on the page with something I did a few years ago under the above title.

What is it like to be a spiritual being having a human experience? From my point of view it couldn’t be better. When Spirit takes over, changes are made to our humanness. As St. Paul says in Romans 12:2 “Be transformed by the renewing of your mind.” This can mean many things to many people. For me it meant a complete mental housecleaning.

The ego is the first to go. It clutters up the thinking process, always trying to be number one. Does being number one really matter? If so, to whom does it matter? The ego of course. Ego being what it is would not understand taking a back seat to an insult. Was the insult really meant to hurt us or was it intended to rid that person of his/her own hurt? A spiritual being would see beyond the actual act and not react in a way that would be harmful to the antagonizer. The spiritual being sees with the heart, feels with the heart, and tries to get to the true heart of matters.

Super sensitivity must be eliminated. It is good to be sensitive when it keeps us aware of our surroundings, the needs of others, and our own fragility when dealing with extraneous forces. However, to be super sensitive can be debilitating, causing us needless hurt when we take uncalled-for remarks too personally and dwell on them until our senses no longer have room for sensibility. The spiritual being allows for hurts and loves anyway.

Judgement is the next to go. This means allowing others to have and speak their own beliefs without jumping in and telling them where they are wrong (in our opinion of course). It means accepting the person not the deed when an unkind act has been committed. The spiritual being recalls the admonition in scripture, “do not judge or you too will be judged”. (Matthew 7:1 NIV)

Next on the list is eliminating bad habits. For me it was giving up swearing, smoking, and among others, procrastination. (I made a New Year resolution on this one but put it off until the next year.) All this is a cleansing procedure which helps to open us to our higher good.

All in all, spiritual beings recognize human weakness and prompt each other to become the best we can be by overcoming.

That’s my take on this spiritual thing. What’s yours?