I just received in the mail a wonderful CD. Heartfelt songs, well written and recorded with great backup and musicianship. I enjoyed listening! I was proud to see the photos I took on the cover and inside, and my photography business credited properly inside. I was a little saddened, that the hand written thank you note must have gotten lost.

It kinda hurts a little, well hurts a lot. A simple gift I've always treasured from the "hand of a songwriter". I know this writer had a hard road to travel to get to the depths of the songs. 

I have saved every note and personally signed CD I've ever received.I value them. I'm sure each handwritten note will find a place in the book I am writing, about songwriters I've worked with...

I too, know the costs of producing a CD. I wish this young person great success and satisfaction in the work, and for my own lesson this day, I realize how God must feel when he gives to us and we forget to show our thanks, not only in words but in what we do, how we value his heavenly help, how we should be thankful we "can" thank Him. It's a human condition I suppose, but I can't help comment in hopes these "new kids on the block" do not forget who helped them along the way. It's simple, we all have our talents and we help each other.

And that's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Mother Neets

Beautiful Photograph taken by Sweetwater Photography in Pinedale, Wyoming. Thank you Ida!

Experimenting with textures.  This reminds me of the face of God, and birth.  7/2/16

I miss my twin, but know he is there, always, over my shoulder.  Not much to say tonight, must get to bed so I can get up early for church tomorrow.  The photo of me was taken by Photography by Dana. She really caught my personality.  I'll catch up in a day or two.

I was thinking this morning while sipping
my cup of coffee - thinking about how God takes us down a path and shows us things.You just need to follow him, and you will see wonders you cannot imagine. So it put me to thinking I better get moving along the pebbled path, and through the woods before I get old and can't anymore. Saturday In the cancer treatment center I met a man named Al, and his wife Furella, they weren't too friendly at first, she was knitting and so was I.  So, we knitted in silence making a polite comment or two about our knitting and such. Turns out Al's going to have a "Whipple" surgery come March 7, same one my twin brother had. My twin brother died. I didn't say a word about the turn out of my brother's surgery, although he lived 5 years after, and had a good sheep hunt in Nevada by himself, something he wanted to do. But God had given me the experience so I could feel compassion for this man and his care taking wife. I will pray for him, pray for them. And we also met Joe, who had lost an eye to Melanoma cancer and was facing a long road of treatments. He was hopeful and walking his path bravely. Joe looked to be around 35. Bruce was able to tell him a joke about a cowboy with a glass eye. We all left that day with laughter in the hallways and in our hearts, and the sun was shining, a perfect blue sky. So all in all it was full of God's work. All we had to do was walk the path, hand in hand with God, helping each other along the way.