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SoCS: Time, Gratitude, Healing, and Star Trek

Today’s prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “peak/peek/pique.” Use one, use all three (for bonus points), use them any way you’d like. Enjoy!

Many things pique my interest. If I got involved in all those things, I’d be busy all the time. In addition to volunteering with homeless dogs, I’d like to volunteer at the library’s used bookstore. Take more art classes. Write another book, or more likely develop my family history novel into a novel to submit to publishers and agents. That last one is a lot of work. Plus, I love naps and reading. In all honesty, I like watching TV a couple hours a night, too. I want to go hiking more and get my kayak out. But time just keeps moving faster and faster. That’s where prioritizing comes in.

The older I get, the more time I need to spend taking care of my health by doing my PT exercises, get back to strength building and not just yoga. Am I whining? The fact is, time is limited, and I reached my physical peak decades ago. That’s the way it is. Do the other senses grow sharper as the body declines? Ew, I hate that I typed that, the idea of the body declining. But it is in fact, a fact. My fall, which happened over a couple weeks ago, makes that clear. I am continuing to heal, but will my back ever be the same?

Gratitude. That’s the remedy for all this. I’m thankful I didn’t break anything. I’m thankful for ice and a heating pad and that I have the ability to go to physical therapy and chiropractic, and acupuncture, all of which have helped to some degree. I finally found an acupuncturist in my little town. He doesn’t use a lot of needles and uses CBD oil which I bought a container of. It’s very smooth and silky, which may be due to the coconut oil. When I worked as a substance abuse counselor, I would never use CBD anything, because even a tiny risk of testing positive is out of the question.

My new acupuncturist is a fan of Star Trek. I learned this when I saw the big picture of the Enterprise near a space station in his office. The space station is not in his office, but it is in the picture which is signed by Leonard Nimoy, James Doohan, and probably William Shatner and a couple others. I think he, Dr. C, had lunch with Scotty a long time ago. Anyway, it was nice to meet another Star Trek fan in this tiny rural town.

When I saw the prompt, I had no idea what to write about. Then, the good ol stream of consciousness took me along for a ride. If time keeps moving this fast, we’ll be on the Enterprise in no time, going to seek out new life forms and new civilizations… I hope they have some really good motion sickness remedies.

If you had the chance to peek into the future, would you? How far ahead? That’s the question. But I’m not going to spend time worrying about that. There’s plenty more to do….

… like watch old movies. Star Trek, The Voyage Home, is one of my favorite comedies. (Plus it’s the one where they save the whales). It gives a peek of future medical miracles.

Wouldn’t it be nice if humans prioritized the humane development of better medical practices? What if healing – healing people and healing creation on our home planet, took priority over money, power, wars, data centers, and all that other mess? What a wonderful world it would be.

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SoCS: The Last Straw and a Close Call

Today’s prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “straw.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!

David and I do not use straws at restaurants because they are usually a waste of plastic. I know there are some people who need straws for medical reasons, and that’s fine, but we generally do without. This has been reinforced by a video I saw years ago of a turtle that had a straw stuck up its nose, and it was so painful to get it out. Ugh. I’ve occasionally made exceptions when I’ve gotten a smoothie and was feeling tired and needy, but I made sure to cut the straw up into little pieces before throwing it away. It’s interesting how often we have to repeatedly decline straws offered by wait staff out of habit. I get the habit thing.

The last straw is the one that prompts a decision to say ENOUGH! Is that the straw that broke the camel’s back? What a terrible image, and I don’t think that would happen anyway. But I digress. I have a history of tolerating a lot of annoying or even toxic behavior until something happens that makes me say, ENOUGH! This happened with the last guy I dated before David. He wasn’t a bad guy, but we were not a good fit. He talked constantly and would go on rants. I hate rants. Hopefully I will not rant about hating rants. Written rants are easier to tolerate because 1. I can take it at my own pace, and 2. I don’t feel the negative energy as much as an in-person or telephone rant.

I do not intend for my close call driving on the winding mountain roads to be the last straw. Having made progress in learning how to drive on those roads to volunteer with homeless dogs, I do not want to give up now in spite of the close call yesterday afternoon. I saw the vivid blue car speeding around the curve downhill toward me. As it approached, I was horrified to see the tires of the blue car had crossed the yellow lines and were in my lane!!! With a slight drop off next to me, I must have still instinctively cringed over as I slowed almost to a stop, gripping the steering wheel, while thinking, this is it. He’s going to hit me. (My stomach is tensing up remembering. Deep breath.) The passing only took a fraction of a second but felt like slow motion as I anticipated a bang, jolt, or a scraping sound.

Miraculously, the cars did not touch.

I have thanked God and the angels many times since then. When I got to a stopping place, I called the sheriff’s office to report what happened. All I knew was the location, direction, and that the car was vivid blue, like a new car color. I figured there aren’t that many vivid blue cars on the road these days, especially in rural areas. I say the driver was a “he,” but don’t consciously remember looking at the driver. Sorry if that’s sexist.

I always slow way down when I approach curves I can’t see around, Now I will be slowing down even more, especially on the close call curve. If someone is behind me, too bad.

The photo below is not the same road of the close call, but it is similar, and I would be on the other side going in the opposite direction with more incline. (I took this photo a couple weeks ago when David was driving.)

Today’s gallery honors angels with a few of the angels I’ve painted over the years… with gratitude. The first one is a small watercolor. The third is alcohol ink on tile. The rest are done in acrylic. Thank you, angels!

Alcohol Ink on Tile
Forest Angel on wood panel

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Do Not Allow Injustice to Consume Your Light

Today’s prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “use ‘just’ in your first sentence.” Use the word “just” any way you’d like in your first sentence, then just write to your heart’s content. Enjoy!

Sometimes I just can’t wrap my brain around certain things like the US national election results and cruelty to animals.

Thinking about injustice reminded me of this quote I saw recently:

This, my dear

is the greatest challenge

to being alive.

To witness injustice in the world

and not allow it to consume our light.

~Thich Nhat Hanh

How do we keep our light alive and strong in spite of injustice?

I walked away to ponder this a bit and realized that being in nature helps. I’m good at that. And singing. Singing helps me breathe deeper. If you’re in a place where singing is not okay, then hum.

We can always hum. Maybe a moan could turn into a hum…. Or an Ommmm.

It can also help to do good deeds and acts of kindness, even small ones.

From JRR Tolkien

Then there’s gratitude.

I’m grateful that my apparent brush with shingles has been mild. Makes me wonder if it really is shingles. The clinician I saw Tuesday said the rash looked like shingles to her. It really bothered me for a few days, but it’s definitely getting better. My energy was extra low right before this rash showed up on my torso about a week ago. But Thursday, I had lots of energy for which I am thankful. Maybe the energy is due to the anti-viral I’m taking. I scheduled to get established with an acupuncturist Dec. 5, and I’m trying not to watch the TV news. Instead, I’m watching Christmas movies, meditating and doing yoga, to build my immune system up and keep my light going strong.

Just breathe.

Inhale…. Exhale…..

How do you not let injustice consume your light?

What keeps your light glowing brightly?

Here are some recent photos of things that help my light glow brighter:

I love watching my guys play.

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SoCS: Great. Just Great.

Today’s prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: ends with “grate/great.” Use one or bonus points if you use them both. Enjoy!

I’m rarely sarcastic and not a fan of sarcasm, but the title to this post is sarcastic.

There’s a fly in the house hunting ointment. It’s a radon fly. I’m not sure I want to write about it yet. Doing research. Waiting for more results on the water. Going to the hills to visit my daughter and her motley crew. Planning to work on gratitude. I don’t want to be an ingrate. Probably need to make a gratitude list. The rustic, whimsical vrbo cabin is nice. Going to try to enjoy the weekend. Exploring…

I hope you enjoy your weekend, too.

Peace and Blessings….

Coastal NC Wetlands

Pilot Mountain, NC

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SoCS: Raise the Candles High (Remembering Melanie)

Today’s prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “heavy/light/dark.” Use “light” and/or its opposites. Bonus points if you use all three. Enjoy!

As the hours of daylight increase, it seems like I have more time. While there is more time to walk the dog to the park or work in the yard, there are still 24 hours in a day. And the days are moving fast. I want to grab pieces of light and hold them in my hand. They weigh nothing. But the years feel heavy when more friends have serious health problems. I think I’m going to get hearing aids, just so I can hear better in crowds, and amidst the tinnitus competing with the TV. I know I should be grateful, and I AM grateful for so many blessings. Gratitude takes a little work sometimes – shifting the focus off the heavy stuff and onto the light. There’s always light somewhere.

I’m thinking of Melanie’s “Candles in the Rain.” My friend Terry and I used to listen to Melanie albums in the early 70s. Melanie planted a seed in me with “I Don’t Eat Animals” (’cause I love ’em, you see….) Melanie Safka died on January 24th at the age of 76.

(Yeah, I did a little research, but did not plan to write about Melanie until the stream took me there.)

“Lay Down (Candles in the Rain) was inspired by Woodstock where Melanie performed at the age of 22. The song released in 1970 captured my imagination. It was a heavy song in the beginning, but then there was light in, “so raise the candles high,” and hope in laying down the heavy burdens of hate and division and coming together in peace. How do we do that? One way is to find our common ground and shine our light on those things we share.

For more on the meaning of the lyrics click HERE.

The first video starts with a short interview in 1970 by Willem Duys, “the Ed Sullivan of The Netherlands.”

This longer version starts with a poem.

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One-Liner Wednesday: Has Gratitude Ever Kept You Awake at Night?

“Has gratitude ever kept you awake at night?”

Reverend Patti Mary asked this question in her sermon on Sunday. I thought she was quoting Curtis Almquist since she had referred to his book The Twelve Days of Christmas, Unwrapping the Gifts. The question, “Has gratitude ever kept you awake at night?” was not in his chapter on gratitude, so maybe it was from Almquist, or maybe it was from Patti Mary.

My answer is, gratitude has not kept me awake for long, so I need to count my blessings when worries and questions are doing summersaults in my heat at 2AM.

What I did find in the chapter on gratitude, was Almquist quoting Rilke:

“I would like to beg you to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to live the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms of books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live therm. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.” (Rainer Maria Rilke)

Oh, I’ve noticed it living into the answer, I just need to remember to trust the timing.

Live the questions, but don’t let them keep you awake at night.

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SoCS: Gratitude and Angel Art

Our Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “close eyes and point.” Grab the closest printed material to you when you sit down to write your post, open it up (if it’s a book, flyer, etc.), close your eyes, and point. Whatever your finger lands on, use that as your prompt. Have fun!

Thanks Linda!

It’s Friday morning, earlier than I usually write my post for SoCSaturday. I’ve got a busy day getting ready for tomorrow’s artisan fair at my church. It’s a big deal to me. The forecast is for a lot of rain, but it’s an indoor event, so I hope they don’t cancel it. This afternoon will be clear skies, or at least not much chance for rain, so that will be good for the set up. I’ll share some more later about that if the stream takes me there.

So, sitting at the table which doubles as my desk, there is a pile of papers to my left. The one on top is a green piece of scrap paper that I’ve written notes on from one of my organizations – Northside Food Co-op. I live near the northside of town which is part of a large food desert that includes my neighborhood. We’re starting with a Saturday farmers market and the plan is to have an affordable grocery store in the area. I signed up to be on the community engagement committee. (This was after telling myself not to sign up for anything new.) Anyway, there was a zoom meeting and a guest who is a former resident of the northside. The young African American woman talked to the committee about growing up without regular access to food, the poverty of not knowing, watching her mother struggle, and some personal trauma that she experienced. I asked her what helped her get through these things, and she said she just did – she got through it. She shared a spiritual awakening as an adult that has given her enthusiasm to go back and help those in the old neighborhood.

I didn’t point with my eyes closed, because when I looked at the green piece of scrap paper trying to decipher my notes, I was pulled to the word, “gratitude” in the middle of the paper. The young woman who grew up on the northside said,

“I have a purpose. Gratitude is a big fire inside.”

That would make a nice one-liner for Wednesday. But here it is in the stream. A big fire inside makes me think of heartburn, so I don’t normally think that way. But for some people, a fire inside is a motivator for enthusiasm, a warm glow that gets things going. I could use some of that. I’m pretty busy right now, but I need more exercise as I get older. There is a tendency to want to be a couch potato which is okay sometimes. Good thing I have all these ideas that get me off the couch and nice weather of the autumnal kind to get me walking outside.

This morning David texted me that he has known me for 50 years. The party where we met in 1971 was on November 6th. That was so cool that he remembered, even if he remembered it a day early. He is the farthest thing from a couch potato. It’s interesting how partners compliment each other. I’m a night owl and he’s a morning person…….

I am filled with gratitude that God brought David back to me when the time was perfect. I’m also grateful that I have the flexibility in retirement to be busy, when ignited by the fire inside, or to sit on the couch and watch the Lord of the Rings or whatever I want to watch.

Here’s my favorite recent piece I’m taking to the artisan fair Saturday. I believe I already have a buyer!

“Blessing the Whales” ~ Acrylic on Wood Panel

Here are some other projects I’ve been working on for the artisan fair. David drilled holes in the mimosa cookies so they can be ornaments. We had to cut the mimosa way back when we had the roof redone. It grew back well.

  • Angel on Mimosa Cookie
  • Angel with Golden Dog – acrylic on canvas
  • Fun with shells – a work in progress
Maybe this is my way of thanking the angels for all these years of protection and nudges.

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SoCS: Thanking All Body Parts

Here’s our most excellent prompt from our most excellent SoCS host, Linda Hill:

….“body parts.” Pick a body part and talk about it. 

I can tell you right now, I can’t pick just one. But I can say thank you to all my body parts:

Thank you to my gut for telling me when I’m stressed and need to run away or play, or just rest.

Thank you to my heart for being strong and steady.

Thank you to my feet. I know now you have bone spurs in the heels. I am trying to take good care of you. I hope you like the TLC cushiony shoes. I will not walk long distances on pavement or go barefoot any more. I’m grateful the plantar fascitis is finally getting better.

Thank you to my legs for letting me know I need more magnesium and not aching so much at night since. And water probably helps.

Water. Thank you water. I know my body needs more water, more often. Thank you, body for letting me know by getting tired.

Thank you to my hips, flat and wide as you are, you have made room for babies and make my waist look smaller, even though it seems to be getting bigger. Oh well.

Thank you to my back. I know I complain about you, but you’ve had a lot of work to do over these 60 something years, and you let me know when you really need to stretch out and decompress.

Thank you for my neck and shoulders, what a work out you’ve had. Holding up so much weight. I hope you like the stretches, too.

I can’t forget the breasts. Such a mixed relationship we have. Yes, gravity has taken its toll on you ladies, but you have served me well and fed two babies. Thank you.

Thank you for my lips. I know you seem to be disappearing, but we have had many nice kisses over the years and you still know how to sing and speak well when the brain cooperates. Thank you to my throat and vocal chords and the fun with songs.

Thank you to my cheekbones, known as one of my best features.

Thank you to my freckles. I know I didn’t like you when I was young, but now I know they are angel kisses.

Thank you to my skin. I’m sorry I have abused you in the sun for so long. Thank you for teaching me acceptance with all these lines and wrinkles.

Thank you to my soft, hazel eyes that came from my mother. You’ve taught me acceptance, too. Aren’t you glad I don’t use mascara any more? Thank you for teaching me to see the beauty all around us.

Thank you to my nose and ears giving me delightful smells and sounds to enjoy, or warnings when needed.

Thank you to my hair which still has some red in it. Thinner, but still long and wavy.

Thank you to my old bones, thinner too, but still strong. I’m doing better at taking care of you. Thank you for supporting me still.

Thank you to all my body parts I haven’t mentioned, like the private ones. You ….. What can I say…. Thank you for warning me, or trying to, during the stressful relationships of the past that were not right for me. You knew all along. Thank you for letting my babies out and for holding things together all these years.

Thank you to my lungs. I’m sorry for what I did to you in my twenties. Thank you for still helping me breathe well. You like the yoga right? I know, deep breaths beyond yoga.

Thank you to my brain. I know I need to work to keep you in shape, but you still got it when it matters most. Thank you for being flexible and open minded, but helping me along the way.

Oh, how could I forget! Thank you to my hands and arms. You have worked so hard and rebelled during the hardest years, but you healed enough to be able to keep on expressing my thoughts here on this computer. I know you have hated it at times, but it’s better now. Thank you! I’ll try to take it easy on the yard work, pace myself, and wear gloves! What’s that? Okay, I’ll give you more lotion.

Freckles, wrinkles, and all.
Resting body parts

The pokeweed rash is get better thanks to an updated prednisone Rx. Since my plantar fascitis is finally almost gone, I’ve been able to walk more. Here are some places we’ve walked lately:

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Good News Tuesday: Gratitude, Himalayan View, Privacy for Pandas, Compassionate Landlords, and a Grateful Recovery from COVID 19

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Seeking Balance One Tuesday at a Time

Thank You to Neighbors Around the World

China is donating 1000 ventilators to New York.

New York Gov. Andrew Cuomo shared (earlier this month) that China is facilitating the shipment of 1,000 ventilators to his state, as he continues to shop for more of the lifesaving devices ahead of a growing number of coronavirus patients who will need them.  (PBS)

Here’ the China story from PBS

(Thank you also to the US state of Oregon for donating 140 ventilators to New York.)

Vietnam is shipping 450,000 protective suits to the US for health care workers and has donated 550,000 masks to five European countries.

Bill Gates, Tyler Perry, and so many others are donating money to help fight COVID-19. George Clooney and his wife are donating $1 million. Hilton and American Express are donating up to on million rooms to front line medical professionals.

The list goes on and on. THANK YOU!

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Himalayan mountains from India via pixababy

Image of Himalayan Mountains from Pixabay

Himalayan Mountains Visible for the First Time in 30 Years

From as far away as 200 kilometers (124 miles) photographers are taking beautiful pictures of the Himalayas. All over the world pollution is decreasing dramatically. The earth can breathe easier. Are we learning yet? I say, “we,” because I’ve contributed to air pollution. At the very least, I can still make fewer trips to the store when restrictions are eased. You can read more about how the air is getting cleaner in the following article from The Good News Network.

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Giant Pandas Appreciate Privacy

In another story from the Good News Network: After 13 years, Giant Pandas in the Hong Kong Zoo, have finally mated during the zoo closing.

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Landlords of Compassion

The following article reports on landlords who have cancelled rent. David Placek of New Jersey cancelled rent on his 12 properties for the months of April, May, and June. A landlord in Brooklyn, New York cancelled April rent across his 18 residential buildings, and a landlord in Maine said he’d cancel rent for April. I bet there are more. Feel free to give a shout out if you know a landlord or other business owner cancelling rent or fees. Click here for details. 

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A Message of Gratitude and Hope

Christina Paz is a mother of five. After 15 days in a New York hospital she recovered from COVID 19 to be reunited with her husband and children. The viral video of her leaving the hospital is at the end of this post. Please listen to her message of gratitude and hope which you can find in first video in this story from Good Morning America:

https://www.goodmorningamerica.com/news/story/woman-viral-hospital-video-doctors-nurses-shares-important-70080822

 

 

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Expectations and Gratitude

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Today’s prompt is xp. We’re to use it as a word. ???? Wait. I don’t know what xp means as a word. I asked my hubby and he doesn’t know either, so I’m going to use it in a word or two since that is also an option.

I’ve been SOOOO busy moving back in to the renovated house. The bathroom door is still not here. We could put up the old bathroom door, but it wouldn’t look right. And I EXPECTED they would’ve had it – the new door – put in a long time ago. The excuse was something about it being a special door to match the other doors in the hallway.  This project was started back in SEPTEMBER! Anyway, not having a bathroom door has been interesting. When they were still working on the house, my friend had to stand guard. Crazy stuff. And when it’s just me and my hubby… I don’t know if I like the word hubby. When it’s just the two of us (and the dogs) there is a new level of intimacy with not having a bathroom door.  Not with the dogs. They don’t care.

Tomorrow, which is Saturday, since I’m typing this Friday night, I’ll be priming the walls in the spare bedroom. Then Sunday, I hope to add color – elfin sage – like the bathroom. Poor door-less bathroom. The door is finally in (somewhere in this city), but the guy who puts in these special doors isn’t going to do it until Monday or Tuesday.  Well, we’ve been this long…. Oh the things we take for granted. I won’t take this new bathroom door for granted for a long time.

Experience tells me things will eventually get back to something like normal. A lot of our stuff is still at my parents’ house. Why do I have so many books?! Books, books, and more books. I’ve gotten rid of some – donated mostly – but there are still so many. I love them. But where will they go? I will figure it out.  Maybe by the end of the year, things will be organized, and I will have sold my parents’ house. That is what I expect.

Expect a miracle. That’s on a T shirt I inherited from my mom. I’m expecting a miracle in a nice way. Not in a “You better give me a miracle, God,” way.  Gratitude. That will help. Gratitude always helps. I bet there are  a lot of people in the world who don’t even have a bathroom.  Probably more than we might think. So I will not complain that I only have one bathroom. That has been the case for most of my 63 years. I am thankful for my one elfin sage bathroom (with its earthy tiles) which will soon have a door.  I’m also thankful for toilet paper.

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An earlier stage, before the shower curtain, etc.

PS. I regret being absent for Thursday Tree Love and WATWB, and being slow to read and respond. But I’ve had to put some things on hold or just skip a few things to work on the house. I do appreciate your patience and friendship here in Bloglandia. I expect to be back more regularly in the future.  May your Saturday be full of peace, joy, and wonderful things!

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Here are the rules:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing (typos can be fixed), and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. I will post the prompt here on my blog every Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” “Begin with the word ‘The,’” or will simply be a single word to get you started.

4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours. Your link will show up in my comments for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top. NOTE: Pingbacks only work from WordPress sites. If you’re self-hosted or are participating from another host, such as Blogger, please leave a link to your post in the comments below.

5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read all of them! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later or go to the previous week by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find below the “Like” button on my post.

6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

7. As a suggestion, tag your post “SoCS” and/or “#SoCS” for more exposure and more views.

8. Have fun!