I love this latin saying with its breadth of meaning.
Found out about it some years ago when I was around forty eight.
“Dimidium facti, qui coepit, habet: sapere aude, incipe.”
Translation is “He who has begun is half done, dare to know. Inspire.”
Everything is backwards and upside down, time to turn life into balance.
From the journals of her writings.
I wrote this quote back in 2007.
Now setting the tone and space for Universal Peace,
Understanding, Love, Compassion, Non~Violence. Ahimsa.
May it be so. I am with you in like mind and heart this way only.
Centered, no wobbling. 

More of her personal story. When I was grieving through some very intense losses, I reached out. Yet, those we reach out to for understanding or help, are as lost as we are most of the time, pretty much. Mind you, we are mere mortals, wandering about going from here to there, from happiness, to sadness, to whatever. The solution is simple if only we would collectively find it, and have the courage to share it once discovered, no matter what myths or allegories etc … are dispelled, that were written long ago in admired works in writings that someone wrote that made sense at the time, yet, does not always make them true today. Discernment is personal and new information and awareness causes new choices to be made uniquely to the individuals mind awakening in its right time upon seeing, that some so-called truths are lies. Patience has been her guiding light, with humbled heart, gratitude, and deep respect for the journey we are all on. Welcome to the magnificence of knowing when to let go, when to say yes, and when to say no, thank you. The pleasure is all ours.

 

“When traveling from any nodal point in space and time ~ to another,
navigating along this path should never be difficult.
When all of creation is on equal terms with peace and coherency in mind,
problems become mute. End of discussion.”“The cruelty of war is something to end and endure no more.” 

I have an affinity, great respect, and connection to our VETERANS.
FACE THE MUSIC. 1968, I was eight, and my father was in Vietnam at war. I knew it wasn’t right. Im so happy he came home in 1969, I remember running into his arms as he came off the plane kneeling with open arms in his flight suit at the airport. Even though he no longer lives on Earth now, he certainly is beyond pain and misery.

Here is a picture of my father (left) with his Air Force buddies on the golf course in retirement, away from Vietnam. All are gone now, and what was it all for? Much more to know, and we are here to bring an end to war. Boys and girls take those uniforms off and come home, or at least take your training and use it for the good of the whole. There is no war without a soldier.

Going through some of my fathers albums. Sadly, next to nothing is left of my family’s memories, belongings, and mostly my fathers detailed picture albums, due to what a woman did over the three and half years of hell she dragged me and my highly vulnerable father through, in what is called “elder abuse”, and this is my opinion with fact. These pictures were recovered, not in any meticulously neat albums my father had them in, but loosely – most of them I’d never seen before. Some precious lost family history all due to a stranger who slipped into our lives so sinisterly. I know that the ‘stuff’ does not matter, and this is what I want to share, to let everyone know we are not alone, and we will make it through, its just that getting there sometimes takes awhile. And what an interesting thing, remembering … life. Today we ask why? I say today, time to change direction for a better way, and teach our children well. This photo is of my father, 1965, at the helms of a Flight Simulator Luke Air Force Base for the F-104G. Luke is where I was born.

My father knew Bill Dana, one of the first to be called an Astronaut working for NASA,
a pioneer in space flight. They were stationed together as roommates
at Alexandria, Louisiana, AFB in the early 50’s.Bill Dana pilots the X-15 at a mile a second,
180,000 feet above the Earth.
It does not bother him that one mistake could be fatal.
He knows he will not make it.My mother is standing on Barry Goldwater’s right.
Interesting ~ I met him in a grocery store parking lot in Phoenix,
I was leaving and happened to be parked next to him.
The hood on his car was up due to a problem.
Just conversed briefly and away I went.Ahhhh the Officers Wives Club putting on their shows.
I remember these. My mother is third in from the left.
The First Lady was a dear family friend.
She was close to Bob Hope who sent her Christmas cards every year. I’ve seen them.
Interesting look at my personal history.Thank you for the journey mom and dad.
I say you just got out early for good behavior. 🙂I miss the truths my father could have shared with me in his twilight years, and he left earlier than he should have. Grateful indeed I am though, for the journey with you, and without you, for family is always here every day in the seen and unseen. I pause, feel inwardly, and without thinking, I hear you Daddy, and my loved ones now gone. I feel more than ever today, that in order to help heal humanity, it is important to learn new ways of dealing with such things as death.
“However dear something may be to you, including your own body and life,
you must know how to let it go gracefully when the time comes.”
~ Sadhguru“The light and spark within our beings is encoded with memories.
Like a rivers water traveling through a beautiful forest in peaceful bliss freely.
Loving memories are not difficult to behold, when flowing this way,
in coherency with natures gifts of life and living naturally.
This world is out of alignment and the message is always the same.
Life is precise and deciding is the perfect step to make.”“There is a higher love that is an expression beyond touch, or mortal emotion,
it simply eminates from within. And all that come into contact with this …
‘thinking’ will be gone, and feeling this indescribable bliss within themselves,
will be an answer to all questions that quickly disappear.”<br.Where Glen went in his twilight years as shown here,
reminds me of where my father was.
My father needed help and was crying out, no-one was listening but me.
Sadly his life ended far too quickly.If we carry the past into our present, it effects our future.
Hold onto all that’s good, cherish the wonderful memories, leave the rest,
and stay on track with life every step of the way.
Most of all, do not be afraid to say; “I love you” each and every day,
to yourself, and those near and dear.Facing a trauma, writing and journalling the chronology of events down,
is tremendously helpful. One can then visualize a pattern emerging.
Even though you are in it and know something is wrong,
You don’t know what you are in until you get ‘out’ to see.
This is literally a significant benefit to healing.I’ve lived, learned, fell down, got up, and continue to evaluate my purpose for breathing?
There should never be an issue of understanding when all are coherent,
in the garden of living together peacefully. 

Quotes and writings: Pamela Leigh Richards, ‘plr’, unless otherwise stated. 1960-infinity.
Images: Noted or unknown at this time with all due respect.