I’m JUST Saying

Years ago my parents brought our family from our island home to the United States in hopes of living a more fulfilling life, and growing up I saw many examples of life with possibilities. So when I hear someone describe themselves or their possessions and add the word JUST as an adjective, it makes me wonder about limitations. Here are a few examples:  “I’m just the cook.”  “I’m just a cashier, but I want to be a manager.” “I’m just trying to get by on one check.” “Oh, that’s just our house even though it needs work.” Using the word just in these instances is like applying the brakes on a moving vehicle and no one ever gets very far if they’re constantly on the brakes. If we take off the limitations then we’ll move along life at a more accelerated pace.

“What do you do for a living?” “Well, I’m a cook and I’m studying to become a chef.”

“Do you enjoy working at the store?” ” I do, I’m a cashier, for now, but I’m taking management classes and someday I’ll be a manager.”

“Oh, it must be difficult financially since your wife got sick and can’t work?” “I’m happy she’s on her way to recovery but I’m glad that I’m healthy enough to bring in an income for the both of us.”

“Boy, you probably don’t have a moment’s peace with all the people in your house, huh? “We are grateful to have a place of our own that we can call home.”

Try not to JUST be this or that, BE. Once you change your words you change your world.

Casually speaking and all the best,

Knowing a Woman

Do You Know Me?
© 2003 Mercedes Douglas

I am the diva, the saint, the in-between modest one
The old one, the young one, the I’m not so sure one
The tall one, the short one, not quite average one
The midday moving, night owl, awake
at the crack of dawn one
The curvy, the slim, the always on a diet one
The corporate exec., the intern, ready
to retire one
The little princess, hard-working mom, still
trying to find my way one
All woman
that’s ME

Defining Moments

What defines you? Welcome little baby, the world has been waiting to meet you. Now everything will be different on the outside, you’ll have room to stretch, kick, turn and see all that’s around. There will be faces to get to know and words that will become your vocabulary. Your name is special, just like you, because it was chosen with care and it’ll be with you until the end. You will grow, explore and learn new things, but school won’t define you. Your education won’t be found in just one place but through your experiences; the places you’ll visit; the people you’ll interact with and the books you’ll read. You’ll earn a living, hopefully doing what you enjoy the most, but your job won’t define you. The talents within you will allow you to create; develop; analyze; search; discuss and so much more that one job couldn’t really afford to pay you what you have to offer. There will be someone special who you can share your hopes and dreams with, but remember, they won’t define you either. You are a whole person and having people around to encourage and uplift you is a bonus, and the others who  try to break you just aren’t worth your time. Your life will be enriched by your contributions to the world because love always returns to itself greater than it left. The dictionary has a plethora of words and meanings but you won’t find a definition of yourself in there, because you’re always evolving on your journey. Ultimately, what defines you is YOU!

Casually speaking and all the best,

Serving the Country

Thank you for your service.

Casually speaking and all the best,



Dream Quote

Finding Bravery

Sewing Lessons

The Old Cloth and the New
© 1999 Mercedes Douglas

The Old Cloth and the New

Stitched in time the thread is pulled from its spool.

Spinning and spinning it’s joined together with the

the thread of another.

Side by side they move and take their ride, up and

down they go.

Their ride goes on and on until they reach the edge,

then they are knotted together to remain strong

to keep the fabric together.

Another stitch, another thread in and out of the

fabric, the rich cloth that was once looked at as

scraps, pieces of a dream, the dream that

waits for the dawning.

It came alive when the instrument and

music came together.

The sound of joy, the sound of peace.

Can you hear it, softly in the distance?

The thread is fitted tight now with fabric, it

is complete.

Hemmed in the right places, without excess alterations.

From one moment to the next what looked like

a mystery, a misery, turned out to be

a great piece of work.