I’m Really Not Wonder Woman – In Case You Wondered

I was raised to be self-sufficient, independent, a stand strong kind of a gal.  My mom was good at that – if that is good.  I think it is good to a degree but we all need others to help us get along in this life journey.  Being alone is not good.

I thank my mom for teaching me not to give up and to look for solutions.  However, as I grew up, mostly terrified of being alone, and got to know myself better, I found that my personality was one that needed people more than she may have.

So that brings me to today’s topic that is on my heart.  I’ve gotten so use to figuring things out for myself that asking or receiving help is very difficult for me. My husband is a very good friend for me.  I do ask him but usually when I’m tied up and gagged by enemy circumstances and my super hero powers are off for a moment.  HELP!

I am a friend of Jesus and my relationship with Him is the most important thing to me.  I do not like religion – I love relating to God.  My Jesus wears bluejeans and sneakers – just like me.  I believe He wants to walk along side of me and help my dreams to come to pass.  He takes pleasure when others come along side me to help.  But it is up to me to let them.

That said, my passion for others is to see them walk into their destinytheir gifts and talents.  I long to see people overcome obstacles that block their dreams.  I long to see people find their dreams.

But, often times, what we have a passion for can be our own biggest weakness.  I often lose sight of my dreams.  I often throw some away that perhaps I should have kept.  I hope someone else finds the discarded ones and are using them – like a piece of furniture placed at the curb that holds a massive amount of potential.

I’m just trying to be real here.  Because of my independent way, I tend to come across to those who meet me that I am confident and I am okay without others. It’s pretty much a lie.  We were created to need others.  Helen Keller said this on the subject of needed others:

“You see now what I live by–the devotion and service of others. I was blind, now I see; I was deaf, now I hear; I was dumb, now I speak, and it is through the hands of others that this miracle was wrought in me. It was through the hands of others that I found myself,  found my mother and father,  found the world,  found my soul and love and God. It is through the hands of others that I, deaf and blind, know the richness and fullness of life. It is through the strength of others that I am able to do work that is worth while.”

-Helen Keller, from a draft of a speech entitled “A Message from the Hand, or from Darkness to Light (Another Beginning)”, 1928

To learn more about Helen Keller’s life, go to http://www.afb.org/info/about-us/helen-keller/12

Through the “strength of others”; through the “hands of others”.  Oh how we all need others so much!

I am not Wonder Womanexcept in my head on occasion –  I am a person just trying my best to follow her purpose and see clearly her dreams. A person who gets woken up now and then to the fact that she needs others.  That she is not always a super hero and is trapped at times by weakness – my kryptonite.  I’m just a person who sometimes recognizes those weaknesses and tries hard to swallow her pride and ask for help and a hug and a prayer.

So today I was feeling a bit tied up and now I’m feeling a bit more confident.  I always feel good when I write.  And I always feel good if my words can help a reader or two.

On that note, Dear Readers, have a blessed day and may you know your dreams and find them and walk confidently and successfully in them with the help of others.


cate b

Somedays This is Me
Somedays This is Me



High Hopes

I got up rather early today and quickly got dressed and headed to the car with my husband and a travel mug of yesterday’s coffee.He is off today from work and had an errand to do in a tiny farming town here in the mid-west.  I love country drives.  We had the windows open and headed down the highway.  Calling the road a highway is a major accomplishment for me.  I’ve been calling the roads here “freeways” – like they do in California where we spent many years.  Yesterday my son asked why I call them that.  I said they are free as opposed to the two major roads in New Jersey that are not free – Toll Roads!  My reasoning made sense to me but he informed me these roads are called highways or some interstates here in the Heartland.  I finally changed my ways.

Driving around we saw many farms and a lot of corn.  It was so relaxing and peaceful.  I began thinking of the mid-west and how this is a land full of hopes and dreams.  So many people have traveled through here over the years on a journey to find their destiny, a journey to fulfill their dreams.  Some stayed and worked the land.  Some packed it up and went back east when they realized their dreams were still back there.  And some moved on, over the Rockies and to the vast state of California or north to Oregon and Washington.  Following their hopes and dreams.  (you can read more of my mid-west adventure in a previous blog – https://wingedprisms.com/2013/04/11/cate-plain-and-tall/

This little drive this morning really helped me.  Sometimes I get bogged down with thoughts of hopelessness and discouragement because things aren’t happening fast enough for me.  It is so easy to be drawn inward and only see what isn’t working.  When we change our environment, get out of the daily routine, we can see a fresh perspective.  A new view.  Ah – just breathe in that fresh air and clear thinking.

Here is a little retro video by the debonaire Frank Sinatra – with lyrics below.


cate b


Writer(s): cahn/van heusenNext time you’re found, with your chin on the ground
There’s a lot to be learned, so look around

Just what makes that little old ant
Think he’ll move that rubber tree plant
Anyone knows an ant, can’t
Move a rubber tree plant

But he’s got high hopes, he’s got high hopes
He’s got high apple pie, in the sky hopes

So any time your gettin’ low
Stead of lettin’ go
Just remember that ant
Oops there goes another rubber tree plant

When troubles call, and your back’s to the wall
There’s a lot to be learned, that wall could fall

Once there was a silly old ram
Thought he’d punch a hole in a dam
No one could make that ram, scram
He kept buttin’ that dam

Cause he had high hopes, he had high hopes
He had high apple pie, in the sky hopes

So any time your feelin’ bad
Stead of feelin’ sad
Just remember that ram
Oops there goes a billion kilowatt dam


%d bloggers like this: