Moments of Joy: October 2015

Last month, the sound of some unusual hiccups and many giggles rang in your ears.  This month is more visually oriented.

photos of mullet haircuts with Halloween decorations

The time has arrived.  Weeks of looking at his shaggy head will finally come to an end tonight!

Though…I have to admit…

My husband has better hair than I do.

Usually trim and neat, my hubby’s head has been getting quite fluffy of late.  Between work and other events, I can’t seem to pin him down long enough to shear back the growth.

Yes, I cut his hair myself — no barber necessary.  I’m the “stylist” for our entire family, in fact.  Many moons ago when I first got married, my mother walked up to me with electric clippers in her hands and a big smile on her face.  “You are going to learn to cut your husband’s hair,” she said, “and you are going to save a lot of money over the years.”

She was right, of course, as mothers often are.  My hubby looked a little scraggly around the edges the first few months.  Being the patient man that he is, he still held his mangled head high until my hair-cutting skills improved.

Tonight I’m attacking the fluff again, though with an a-typical goal in mind.  Tonight I will finally trim his luxurious locks (that any girl would love to possess), but not in order to make him look more presentable.  Tonight, I’m seeking to make him look much worse for the entertainment pleasure of all our family and friends on Halloween weekend!

The only thing I really like about Halloween is the fun of dressing up.  This year, for a change, we decided to make simple costumes by pulling my grandfather’s old bib overalls out of the closet and being “country folk.”

All this required was to buy a couple of ugly button-up shirts at the local charity/donation shop and throw on some old boots.  Simple!  No giant masks, no binding costumes, no elaborate makeup that keeps me from touching my face.  Braid my hair and put a few eyeliner “freckles” on my cheeks, and I’m good to go.

When I mentioned the idea to my husband, he decided since he was so late on getting his hair cut, he could continue to grow it out until Halloween and do a strange hair cut as part of his costume.  Then he tossed the word into the air that I was anticipating in fear:  “mullet.”

mullet

/ˈmʌlɪt/

noun
1.  a hairstyle in which the hair is short at the top and long in the back
Origin: origin unknown

~from Dictionary.com

What an innocent-sounding definition.  I never remembered hearing that word until the last couple of years, but I have many traumatic high school memories involving the hairstyle that word describes.

Multitudes of images flashed through my mind of teenage boys with this often-greasy flap of hair cascading down the back of their necks.  These were country boys for sure, complete with boots, gun racks, and dips of tobacco making the skin below their bottom lips protrude like a small tumor.

There are many entertaining stories I could share from those days. I’ll sum it up by saying I’m firmly convinced that for every inch a mullet grows down a boy’s neck, the more brain cells die in his head.  (LOL!  I’m just joking!  No offense meant to those who like this hairstyle.  Besides, I only have anecdotal evidence as proof of my theory…)

Usually, I trim the back of my hubby’s hair first, just to avoid even a fleeting impression of a mullet hanging from his head.  Tonight, I have no such luck.

My daughter gleefully runs into the room, giggling, and begins snapping photos as the electric clippers glide across his scalp and handfuls of fluffy, dark hair fall to the floor.  Though many mullet hairstyles include cutting the hair short across the top of the head, my husband declares that a poof left on the top might add to the entertainment value of his Halloween ensemble.

Ok, that means he is allowed the experience of having a small ponytail directly on the top of his head while I buzz the hair surrounding it.  A few more quick touches and “Voila!” we have…something.  I’m not quite sure what exactly, but it IS funny (and repellent at the same time).

For bonus entertainment, we shave off his beard — just on his chin — leaving two giant “pork chop” sideburns on his cheeks.

During this process, my daughter continuously giggles and snaps photos, which gets me giggling, too.  Laughing while cutting hair is not a good thing, but thankfully I do not draw any blood or make any bald spots.

At an annual fall party at out friends’ house, the hairdo is a big hit.  We take a vote as to whether or not he should keep the look.  I think he and I cast the only two votes for “NO!”

back of man in overall with mullet haircut, Halloween scene around him

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Dream Your Way to Good Health?

I’m hesitant to even write this on here, but I feel compelled to. I’d like to know your opinions on it.

Do you believe that dreams can have significance today? The bible says God used dreams/visions in the past to communicate His will. I have strange dreams nearly every night and have seldom given any value to them as having meaning in real life, except for the deja vu dreams I had frequently when I was younger.

Here’s why I’m asking, though:

Last night I dreamed about my father and his mother (who’s been gone for many years now). She was saying how badly she wished “we could just live a little longer” and mentioned something about douglas fir. My dad stood up and said “I know, Mom, but I haven’t been able to smell a douglas fir in many years!” They both hung their heads sadly and indicated in the dream that meant my father was going to die soon.

I woke up crying, and I prayed if it was important, that I would please remember it in the morning.

My first thought when I woke up this morning was “douglas fir.”

Through researching those words on the internet, I found out there is a douglas fir tree essential oil that is used for treating lung infections and breathing problems, along with inflammation.

Here’s what makes things more strange:

On the phone, my mother told me she dreamed last night that she was at a grave site with a small girl who was trying to bury something. My mother asked her why she was burying the stuff, and she said “They NEED it! They NEED it!” Then in the dream, a relative came up to my mother and told her that my father had died.

When I woke my daughter this morning, she said she had a nightmare last night. (She rarely remembers her dreams.) She dreamed that she and my father kept running and hiding from a man who was chasing them. In the dream, the guy wanted to “get” my father because he had overheard the man’s secret conversation with someone.

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I pray constantly that God will help my family figure out what we need to do to increase my parents’ health — that God would show us if there’s any specific treatments they should pursue to regain their health.

My father is suffering with chronic congestion in his lungs and head. My mother has severe health problems which often seem to be related to inflammation in her shoulders and spine. All of this is exactly what people claim the douglas fir essential oil helps.

I don’t know if there’s truly any significance to these three dreams in one night, but I’m going to order douglas fir essential oil for my parents today. I’ve personally used essential oils in the past to cure minor health problems, so I don’t see how it could hurt to try this. Some essential oils, like lavender, have given my father relief from his lung congestion and helped him sleep better.

I would love to hear your thoughts on the following three questions:

  1. Do you think it’s crazy to find meaning in dreams? Maybe it’s just because my family is concerned about Dad’s health that we happened to have these dreams in the same night? Go ahead and tell me what you truly think; I can take it!
  2. Has anything like this ever happened to you?  Please share your stories about dream experiences.
  3. Do you have personal experience with essential oils?  Let me know how you have seen them affect health conditions.

If you have an opinion or a story that you do not wish to share publicly, please email the information to MerryHeartsMedicine@gmail.com.  Thanks!

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Roadblocks to Joy: Lust & Pride

Do you ever wish you had a “do-over” or “reboot” button for life?

Maybe you see the attainment of your goals sitting just beyond your grasp and leaving you miserably unsatisfied…

Maybe certain choices you’ve made appeared to lead to happiness and fulfillment until you got farther down the path and realized that you are headed in the wrong direction…

Maybe you’ve accomplished some of your goals, but you still feel like life just stinks…

Maybe…if you watch the following video, you will find solutions to some all-too-common problems that are sucking the joy from your life or the lives of those you care about.

I hope you WILL find time to watch it, and that it will be a huge blessing in your life!

If you’d like to hear more information on similar themes, please click over to a previous post called “Being Complete.”  Thanks for stopping by, and have a great day!

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One Mysterious Photo

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I think this photo can stand alone in a mystery macro photography post.  I would be surprised if anyone could correctly name the subject of this picture!

Does anyone have a guess?  I’m really interested in seeing your interpretations of this one.  I’ll tell you a brief story about it when I reveal the answer.

long, coiled brown and black mess

Do you enjoy trying to identify mysterious photos like this?  If so, you can check out similar posts I’ve published in the past:  details in a room of our house, items in my parents’ yard, and living things.

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{Are you curious to know the source of this photo?  Click here to see what this wiry jumble really is!}

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Life Is a Blur

Autumn is here and the days are spinning by so quickly I cannot keep up!  I sometimes wish there were more hours in the day.  Even if there were, I suppose they would quickly fill up with activities, and I’d still be in the same situation.  Maybe I would at least find time to do some blogging.  🙂  Somebody please slow down this ride!

Who says you need to hold the camera still while you take a photo? This is art, people! Ha ha

Come now, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we will go into such and such a town and spend a year there and trade and make a profit” — yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring.  What is your life?  For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes.  Instead you ought to say, “If the Lord wills, we will live and do this or that.”

~James 4:13-15