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I have moved my blog to http://www.commitmenttovision.org 

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I admit that my first impression of blogging was that it would be a fun thing to do and who knows, maybe even profitable somewhere down the road.  So, typical of me, I jumped right in, joined a Blog Master Mind group and ran off into the blogging sunset.


It was addicting!  I loved it!!! It felt like I had a captive audience that would listen to my story.  I wrote about the things that had been meaningful in my life, the trials and tribulations of a 19 year old mother of two little boys.


I wrote about the honor of being with my sister when she died, then my dad, then my mom.  I wrote about my desire to coach people with the commitments they would make to move them into their vision.


I wrote about how I got rid of my ants.  I wrote about what was in my heart.


Then something happened.  I’m still not sure what it was but for some reason I stopped writing.  I think I scared myself.  I think I was going down a road of self revelation that I wasn’t quite ready for.


So I have some advice for you if you are someone that is considering taking up blogging.  Before you spend any money, go to http://www.entrepreneurs-journey.com/, download and read Yaro’s Blog Profits Blueprint book from cover to cover.  Then open up your “Pages” if you have a Mac or MS Word if you are a PC user and start writing posts.  See how often each week you can write about the subject you would like to blog about.


If you find that it is easy to write 600 to 1500 words four or five times a week, then you may be a blogger.  If that is the case, proceed to Gideon Shalwick’s “www.becomeablogger.com and watch his 10 video tutorials.  He will show you exactly what you need to do to set up your WordPress.org blog site.


Here’s an issue though.  If like me, you have already created a blog site with WordPress.com, the video tutorials will come to a point that they differ with what you see on the screen because Gideon is showing you how to do it on WordPress.org.  WordPress.org is for people that want to manage, control, change and maintain their own site.  If you feel comfortable with this, great.  If not, you need Joel “The Blog Tech Guy”.  Joel is fast and reasonably priced for his technical support.  If you want to “do it all by yourself” and if you have the technical know-how to accomplish it quickly, go for it.  But if you are better at writing than doing the nit-pickey technical things, get Joel’s help.  He will take care of it for you for a small fee and you can keep doing what you are best at which is writing.


When you are certain that you are a blogger, and you are set to move forward, get in touch with Yaro and let him lead you through the in’s and out’s of blogging through his “Blog Master Mind” course.


My experience of these three men is that they are first of all, men of integrity.  They are honest and they will do every thing in their power to make sure that you have all the tools you need to launch yourself into greatness.


I am still finding my way through the forest and I really don’t know where it’s all going to take me but I do know that this particular road has three guiding lights and if you follow their light…you will be safe.


Thanks for listening.



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The “Best Human Being”




What would it look like if I always acted like “The Best Human Being”?  What would my day look like?  Would I get up at 5:00 am every morning and spend an hour doing meditation and Spiritual work?  Would I then do physical exercise to stay in shape? Would I do Yoga?  Qigong? Would I be showered, fed and dressed for the day by 8:00?

Would I then start on tasks that I had planned the night before?  Would I do all of the most important and most difficult items first?  Would I have everything done by 2:00 PM so that I would be free to create and implement new ideas for the remainder of the day?


Would I drink lots of water every day and eat only the best foods in small quantities?  Would I stay mindful of all my potential at each moment of the day?  Would I do some sort of volunteer work every week?  What kind of person would I be if I really lived my life in accordance with my belief system?


Would I spend time each day visualizing the outcomes I want to have in each area of my life?  Would I do such a good job creating the feeeeeling of joythat I actually convince myself that it’s real?


What will it take for me to make all of this happen in my life on a daily basis?  What do I need to do to get back into the habit of doing the best I can to keep my eye on the goal?


And most of all…why do I ask when I know the answer!


So today I am going to coach myself.  I’m telling myself right now to get myself an “Accountability Partner”.  Someone that is ready to “GO FOR IT”.  Someone that is ready to make commitments and be held accountable.  Someone that is willing to give themselves consequences if the commitments are not kept.


Do you know what that would look like for you?  I will give you the formula as I see it for myself:  


1.  Find someone that is first of all, willing to go for it at the same level as you are.  

2.  Then make three or four commitments that you agree to keep and let nothing       stand in your way.  

3.  Give yourself a consequence if you don’t keep your word.  I remember when I was addicted to Ally McBeal.  One of the       most dire consequences I could give myself was to say:  “If I don’t keep my agreement, I won’t let myself watch a new         episode of Ally McBeal”.

4.  Make your commitments specific, measurable and time specific, such as from week to week.

5.  Start the commitment with “I will…”

6.  Be willing to hold your partner accountable and expect to be held accountable.

7.  Do it without judgement.

8.  Do it without fail

9.  When you fail…forgive yourself immediately and go for it again

10. Remember to say “Thank You” to yourself and others all day long.


Now let’s see if I do it.


Thanks for listening,


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Evert, Pauline & Janice in 1941


I was going through some old files and found my mothers ‘bio” on herself.  One of my cousins in Texas had asked her to write her life story and this is what came out of her mind at 86 with a little editing from me.


I, Pauline Rasure Beck was born April 20, 1912 at Dike, Texas.  I lived there until I was about 30 years old.  There were 6 of us kids.  I was the oldest, 2 years older than Joe David, 4 years older than Thelbert (we knew him as Uncle Shorty), 6 years older than A.R. 13 years older than Quintin and 19 years older than Nell.


My parents were Avera & Lillie Rasure.  My grandparent’s Johnnie & Sally Rasure also lived in Dike.  I went to the same school all of my school years.  I loved school.  Can’t remember missing a day of school except for when my grandpaw died and they didn’t count me absent.  We had 10 grades and we had our graduation exercise, got our diplomas & rings.  I was valedictorian but only beat Mozell Bartley because she missed so much school.


I have loved sports especially basketball and baseball.  I caught behind the batter on one side and my friend Fay Patterson caught on the other side.  Daddy laid down the law to Joe David that he better not catch him behind the bat…he never dreamed I was…he didn’t have to worry because Joe David didn’t play.


One day I saw Daddy coming down the road on his horse…boy I got from behind that bat in a hurry because I knew he would have a fit and I wouldn’t be able to do it any more.  He never found out.


Some of the other girls and myself went back to school 2 years after we had finished just to play basketball.  We had a good team and if we hadn’t gone back, there wouldn’t have been much of a team.


Another thing I loved to do was ride horses.  We had one called “Old Dixie”.  She had some racing blood in her and she sure could run.  I used to race cars…remember Model T’s in those days couldn’t run very fast.  We had her for 16 years.  I rode her to visit my in-laws that lived in another community.  I never had to tie her up.  I just dropped the reins and she would graze on the grass and be waiting for me.


She was a feisty thing.  She kicked Joe David in the pasture…didn’t hurt him, but he was afraid of her and I wasn’t.  I would go to catch her and she would go around me like she might kick me.  I never moved out of my tracks.  I just kept screaming at her and she would finally let me catch her.  I loved that horse but daddy traded her off while she was in good shape.  He couldn’t stand to see her go down hill.


My dear friend Fay Patterson moved to another County.  I went to visit her and they lived close to the Becks.  Fay had a party, and I fell for Evert like a ton of bricks.  He bought an old car and came to see me.  He brought Fay, Fan and Clyde (Fan and Clyde were my dad’s brother and sister) with him and Fan fell for Monard and they ran away and got married.  She was 16 and he was 17.  They married in February.  Clyde and Zeldarie in October.  She was 17 and Clyde was about 7 years older than her.  


(Editor’s note:  Monard was a “Leewright” and Zeldarie was his sister.  The Leewrights were second cousins of my mom and her siblings.)


Evert and I married on Christmas Day.  I was 22 and Evert liked a few days being 22.  That was in the depression days.  In 2 1/2 years, Janice came along.  She was the first grandchild in my family and how everyone loved her.  Nell was only 5 then.  It was like she had a little sister.  Evert and I worked so hard in the fields.  Mama kept Janice.  Evert got sick and I worked in the fields until 4:00 o’clock, rode a horse in and milked 10 cows by hand, poured the milk into a tank on a truck, then I had to wash those cows.


When Janice was 5, we decided to pull up stakes and go to New Mexico where they were raising Pinto Beans.  Well, they had a complete crop failure and we lost our shirt.  I hated that place.  Never been away from home before and pregnant with Sandra.  (My mom doesn’t say it here but they left New Mexico to return home to Dike, when she was just two weeks away from having Sandra and she had to drive all the way because my dad was almost dead with dysentery.  She always said that was one of the darkest periods in her life.  She hated having to move back in with her parents but had no other options.)


By this time the war had started so we sold what little stuff we had and headed for San Diego to stay with Clyde and Zeldarie.  I don’t remember how long we were there but there were 4 grown up’s and 5 little kids.  They all worked swing shift and I did all the cooking, washing & ironing and me with a 3 month old baby.  I nearly lost my mind so I told them I couldn’t do it anymore.  I went to the housing people and told them my troubles and they got me a house.  


(The story goes off into accounts that wouldn’t be of interest to anyone but our family but I wanted you to get a flavor for this woman called “Aunt Polly” by almost everyone that didn’t call her “Sis”.  I will be writing more about her later.  And you are definitely going to hear more about her and also about “Aunt Fan”. She is my last living Aunt and my favorite.)


Thanks for listening.



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I’m learning to put photo’s into my blog posts.  I have done it in the past and it was too small.  This one may be too big, I don’t know how it will look until I actually post it and then visit my post.


This is me in Cabo San Lucas.  I am at Pueblo Bonito Pacifico which is their Holistic retreat and it was just wonderful.  Sometimes life is soooo sweet.  Actually it has been pretty sweet for quite a while now, since I have been with my Hungarian sweetheart.


More later…

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On a recent trip home from Hungary, my husband and I had a 12 hour layover in Paris.  I was beyond excited, never having been there before.  We flew into De Gaul airport…have you been there?  That is the largest airport in the world I think.  Anyway, we were going to stow our carry-on luggage in a locker but they didn’t have lockers at that airport. Hard to believe they don’t but there you have it.


So the nice man at the information counter said we needed to hurry if we wanted to see the Eiffel Tower because it was past 10:30 and the lights would go off at midnight but that we would find lockers where the bus was going to let us off.  I felt like Cinderella trying to find my glass shoe before time ran out.  I really wanted to experience the white lights sparkling all over it like I had seen in the movies.  I couldn’t wait.


So we got on a bus and it took us to the Champs Elysees and dropped us off.  We looked around and the beautiful Arc de Triomphe was right in front of us and there was a little outside cafe on one side of the street, closing up shop, and a small quaint hotel on the other side.  No Lockers in sight.  Bummer.


So we drug all our carry on paraphernalia inside the small hotel to ask if they knew where the lockers were located.  The man behind the counter chuckled and said there weren’t any that he knew of.  I’m sure our faces fell as we realized that we were stuck there for the whole night with only the Arc to look at until we could get on the bus in the morning to go back to the airport.


So the Frenchman (who according to legend, hates all Americans) asked us when we planned to be back.  We told him our situation and how we just wanted to walk as far as we could around the city and see as much as we could see in 9 hours.  He said that he got off at 6:30 am and if we promised we would be back by 6:00, he would lock our stuff up for us in his back room.  We were overjoyed.  He wouldn’t even let us tip him, let alone pay him for it.


So we were foot loose and fancy free in Paris.  YIPEE!  We knew we only had a short amount of time to get anyplace on the Metro and we didn’t know where it was but my husband heard a small group of people speaking Hungarian (Unbelievable) and they showed us where it was and how to get to the Eiffel Tower.  We were off and running.  


When we got above ground we walked past a very large building and as we passed it, the Eiffel Tower came into view in all it’s… glory?  What?  It was Blue?  With big huge stars in a circle on it?  I just couldn’t believe it.  Turns out that the President of France is also the President of the European Union and he did that to the Tower.  And every half hour or so, all the lights start strobing and twinkling and rotating and everyone goes “OUUUUU”.


Anyway, enough of that.  I’m sure there are a lot of people that think that is one of the best sights in Paris.  So, on to the next thing I wanted to see…Notre Dame!  No disappointment there.  What a beautiful Cathedral.  I wish we could have gone inside and had a chance to just stare at it for hours.   Also it was amazing to look at it in real life and see how high the tightrope was that Philippe Petiti strung across the two towers before he was arrested for walking it.  


Have you seen the movie/documentary “Man On Wire”?  If not…do so as soon as you can.  It is really about him stringing wire across the top of the World Trade Center Buildings in 1974 and walking (or “dancing” as one policeman said) back and forth 8 times before he stepped onto the building and let them arrest him for that caper.  It is one of the most amazing films I have ever seen.


Anyway, back to Paris at night.  The other thing that was amazing to us was how many policemen and policewomen we saw strolling around.  It was very comforting.  They were really friendly also.  Where was all of the disgust for Americans we had heard so much about?  Hmmmm


The main thing that Istvan wanted to see was the original Statue of Liberty.  He just couldn’t locate it on the map of the city that the sweet man at the hotel had given us so we asked two policewomen that were strolling by.  They spoke just a little bit of English but they sure laughed at Istvan when he asked them where the Statue was located.  They looked at each other, and laughing at the crazy Americans, said “Zee Statue of Libertee eez in New York” hahaha.  We thanked them and walked away letting them enjoy themselves.


By the time Istvan did find it on the map (there it was, an actual tiny statue of liberty on the map as an icon) we were too tired to do more than go back to the hotel and wait for it to open up at 5:00.  We drug our selves into the lobby and asked for our stuff and the Frenchman encouraged us to just sit in the lobby until the bus’s started running.  We were so tired that we immediately fell asleep sitting up.


An hour later when we felt we had probably overstayed our welcome and hoped that we hadn’t snored to much, we asked for our luggage and he insisted on having us sit at a little cafe table while he brought us espresso and chocolate croissants.  Who was this guy anyway?  Why didn’t he hate Americans?  He was just an angel originally from Tunisia who spoke five different languages and made sure our few hours in Paris were moments to remember for the rest of our lives.  


As a matter of fact…his light shines in my memory far stronger than any Eiffel Tower light of any color.


Thanks for listening,


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I’ve been in the dumps a bit lately.  I can admit it to you.  You are like the ear in the dark that hears my voice.  


Almost every Sunday I have a Spiritual Conversation with two friends that live in different parts of the country.  It is my Sunday “Church Chat” so to speak.  Today there was only one on the line with me and I admitted that I, normally Ms. Sunshine, was having great self doubt.   (more…)

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