Saturday, December 24, 2016

Christian Fairy Tales

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 Ten Unique Tales!

Every tale comes
to an end, but the
kind of end they
meet, differs greatly.
These tales are told
from a Christian

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Finding Your Passion

The deeper we go into who we are, the easier it is to find our passion. A passion is anything we love doing, celebrating, or hold near and dear to our heart. Do what you love. Your passion can be anything creative!

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Monday, November 21, 2016

Finding Your Compassion

Compassion is within us all, we just need to delve deeper to find it. When we have compassion for ourselves, everyone else falls into place. Understand how to be compassionate toward yourself and those around you.

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Friday, November 18, 2016

Finding Your Happiness

How does one discover happiness?
After long bouts of unhappiness, I discovered something buried within me. What I kept buried deep inside me was joy and happiness. At times I did not deeply love myself and others, I did not love with compassion, or see myself as one with others. Unhappiness stems from our pain and suffering, but we can let go of unhappiness. This journey is not easy and after digging through the pain and fear, I found happiness.

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Friday, June 3, 2016

Eating Vegan & Vegetarian by Candy O'Donnell


Why I eat Vegan and Vegetarian Foods

Eating vegan to me has become a weekly dining experience. I choose a weeklong diet of vegan meals to cleanse my body of the dairy and wheat products ingested during my regular vegetarian diet. There have been times when the vegan diet just sticks with me for a month or so. Vegan meals can taste incredible and with my recipes, eating vegan is quick and easy and tastes amazing. By adding more fresh fruits and vegetables to my diet, my energy went up, and my lethargy dropped. I have found that by getting rid of salty and sugary foods I feel better, have more energy, and choose better food to eat.
After eating without thinking for so many years, I finally decided to change the way I eat. Instead of just putting any food into my body, I decided to find a way to eat differently. After reading through recipes over the net and discovering that spicy and salty foods did not coincide with me, I decided to create my own heart-healthy recipes. This short recipe book is what I love to dine on.

What I have in my Cupboard and Fridge

These are just some of the items I keep on hand at all times. There are many other dried goods I have as a backup in an emergency kind of meals. I love fresh, frozen, then canned foods and in that order. Fresh is best, but when I cannot find what I need at the farmer’s market I buy frozen.

Mixed nuts
Mixed Lettuce
Coconut sugar
Agave Syrup
Coconut milk, almond milk
Rice: white and brown
Soy bacon
Soy sausage
Maple syrup
Green tea
Peppermint tea
Shredded coconut
Olive oil
Earth Balance butter
Frozen kale
Fresh and frozen fruits
Fresh and frozen vegetables


Monday, May 30, 2016

Hidden Wings: Overcoming Childhood Trauma by Candy O'Donnell


Internal Scars

Our time here on Earth can be very difficult at times, in my opinion. This place is filled with obstacles no human can see coming; even if they have knowledge beforehand, it is virtually impossible to know the outcome of life.
It can be surprising to discover that our path is littered with pain that eventually causes internal scarring. Earth seems to be the school of hard knocks when it comes to learning—and unlearning. The learning aspect falls upon us at every turn, and the unlearning is how we lose an aspect of ourselves growing up.
Not everyone dissolves into nothingness. Some rise up and conquer their fears, difficulties, and many overcome what life has dropped into their laps. Internally we all struggle—whether we wish to admit it or not—and these struggles are most likely never discussed with our closest family and friends; even though we could speak up about them, we don’t.
That struggle is what stops us from moving forward in this life, and can stifle future change. We all like to think change happens in the blink of an eye. It doesn’t quite jump out at us. Change takes time and patience, and for many it may never come. When looking at what we have endured during our lives, examine your reactions to every situation that made you cringe.
That wincing was your first flinch at whatever was told to you that you disliked. It might have been spoken in such a way that it left a permanent scar upon you and your soul. With some people it rolls off them like water off a duck’s back. I personally had a tendency to hold things in, and still do.
The one thing I have learned about holding back is how unhealthy it really is. It can cause reactions we really don’t mean. This overloading has transmuted into anger and frustration—all because I felt my voice was not heard. When we are children our voices are usually overlooked unless there is a problem concerning our health and welfare.

Thursday, May 19, 2016

Hysterectomy at 29: How it changed my life: A Woman's Perspective by Candy O'Donnell


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This title is for women that are contemplating, desiring, or have previously had a hysterectomy. Consider this point of view from an understanding woman. I know what it feels like from the beginning process, through the actual procedure, to the after care. Your fears, wishes, hopes, and dreams are not unknown to me. I’ve been to hell and back with hormones, so I sympathize with what you are going through.
Life is tough enough without issues pertaining to our female parts. As women we bear children, many of us work outside the home, and we run around running errands for our families, among other things. And we do not need anything else to quell our daily tasks like thinking about a hysterectomy. I never wanted to ponder over it for very long. Instead, going to the park and baking cookies was on my agenda of things to do.
As you read this think about the choice you are now faced with; or perhaps you have already gone through this procedure with little to no issues; or maybe you have had to endure numerous problems during or after your hysterectomy. This is my story, and I would like others to know what I went through personally.


Friday, April 15, 2016

Angels Go To Heaven: My Mother’s Life and Death Struggle with Leukemia


Intro: Irish Red
Love that great, big red horse. ~Candy

In the early days of adolescence all young girls want a horse, and not just any horse. It has to be a certain color, height, and gender. Not any horse will do when it comes to a juvenile girl’s preference. Maybe they prefer a dappled flavor, a jet black, or a roan colored equine. In any case, the horse has to be just right and needs to possess a calm disposition.
Irish Red was the name I gave a tarnished ruddy-colored horse in the summer of ‘83. He had the correct look that appeased me as I stared into his large brown eyes on the sheep farm in Oregon that summer. I could see within his pupils that there was an elevated intelligence never before seen in a colt his age. He was still with his mother and was about to wean when my own mother led him from the small dirt enclosure. After one look, I knew he had to be mine.
I had not seen my mother in over five years. She and my father had left me and my sister with my aunt and uncle so they could “work things out.” That did not happen, and I was glad. She married a new man that shared her passion for animals. Their job was to not only care for the many horses on the sheep ranch, but they fed numerous bunnies, goats, cattle dogs, and a black bull that weighed a ton.
I glanced back at Irish Red’s off-white colored mother as her frantic whinnies called out to her departed son. He responded by strutting before the humans gawking at his fine form. Was he showing off? I thought he was as his tail swished to and fro. The colt’s long legs were perfect for rounding up cattle or sheep, and his half quarter, half Arabian hide revealed strength and endurance, much like the horses galloping over the sands of a faraway place. That was where I thought he belonged, in some exotic time where equines ruled the land.
The young colt frolicked in the pasture with the sheep and pretended he too was a white snowball grazing on the tender strains of grass. It was there that he learned how to romp and play, even though the sheep acted pushed out of shape by his antics. He wanted to be noticed by anyone that would take the time to glance in his direction. One could hardly tell what a ham he was when the colt stumbled and almost fell over a small pebble lying on the hardened earth. His ears suddenly perked forward. This informed every living being that the stone had upset his fine gait.
I found this amusing, but he recovered quickly from the mishap. Every young child endures something embarrassing before a crowd of onlookers, and he would not be the last to pull the short straw. I roamed around him and ran my palm over his smooth, sleek coat. It felt like short angora fur, but without the allergies.
“What do you think?” my mother questioned.
I nodded and said, “I love him.” I could not help but smile in his presence. I sensed many outings with this fellow.