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Are You Dying?

Sometimes my kids act like they’re dying, when really they are just uncomfortable.  Adults do this too.  Truth be told, every day we live – we are technically dying – because we are one day closer to death.  Morbid thought I realize.  So while, yes, we are all technically dying … the better question is:  Are You Living ?

I found this poem and I like it a lot.  Would love your thoughts on the writing and how it relates to you and your present state of living.

You start dying slowly if you do not travel, if you do not read, If you do not listen to the sounds of life, If you do not appreciate yourself. You start dying slowly When you kill your self-esteem; When you do not let others help you. You start dying slowly If you become a slave of your habits, Walking everyday on the same paths… If you do not change your routine, If you do not wear different colours Or you do not speak to those you don’t know. You start dying slowly If you avoid to feel passion And their turbulent emotions; Those which make your eyes glisten And your heart beat fast. You start dying slowly If you do not change your life when you are not satisfied with your job, or with your love, If you do not risk what is safe for the uncertain, If you do not go after a dream, If you do not allow yourself At least once in your lifetime, To run away from sensible advice… By Pablo Neruda

As always, make champion choices,
The Healthy Habit Lady


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For the love …

Just thought I’d share a little bit of poetry with everyone – –

I find it simply beautiful.


“For the love of a tree,
she went out on a limb.

For the love of the sea,
she rocked the boat.

For the love of the earth,
she dug deeper.

For the love of community,
she mended fences.

For the love of the stars,
she let her light shine.

For the love of spirit,
she nurtured her soul.

For the love of a good time,
she sowed seeds of happiness.

For the love of the Goddess,
she drew down the moon.

For the love of nature,
she made compost.

For the love of a good meal,
she gave thanks.

For the love of family,
she reconciled differences.

For the love of creativity,
she entertained new possibilities.

For the love of her enemies,
she suspended judgment.

For the love of herself,
she acknowledged her worth.

And the world was richer for her.”
~Charlotte Tall Mountain

As always, make champion choices,
The Healthy Habit Lady

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Which Song Would You Pick?

An oldie but a goodie to welcome in September …

Welcome September

Welcome to September

Which Song Would You Pick?
By: Debra Higginbotham
(yeah that’s me)

I’m sneakers and t-shirts, and boots now and then.
No use for high heels … probably invented by men.

I’m proactive, not reactive – I’m loud when I laugh.
I can’t manage laundry; but I have managed a staff.

I’m goofy, I’m silly … but don’t fall down on the job,
or I’ll grow grumpy horns, to make a grown man sob.

I’m happy and optimistic with my head held high…
but if you whine and complain, I’ll bid you goodbye.

Lazy drives me crazy. Moochers, just leave me be.
I’m a no-drama Mama … with no time for hypocrisy!

I’m honest. I’m blunt. Why beat around the bush?
And if you’re stuck in a rut, just call me for a push.

I’m witty. I’m friendly – and I read people well.
So if you are not authentic – I most surey can tell.

I’m not a Betty Crocker, or Martha Stewart wannabe,
but I was never one to master that Housewifery !

I’m not one for debates. Cat fights aren’t my thing.
I find those gossiping gazelles, just oh so exhausting.

I don’t really drink coffee, and I barely like wine.
Yet somehow, all these years, I do just fine.

I hate shopping malls.  I’d rather hike a hill.
But don’t ask me to race.  I doubt I ever will.

My socks rarely match.  My nails are often plain.
And I’ve been known ~ to dance in the rain.

I compliment strangers; and oh how I sing off key.
But not at the same time, I fear they may slap me.

I rarely talk politics – but I will always cast a vote.
And I will speak my mind – even IF it rocks the boat.

So now that you know – a few things that make me tick,
if we were going to dance … which song would you pick?

As Always, Make Champion Choices,
The Healthy Habit Lady

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New Hair Color

New Hair Color

By: Debra S. Higginbotham, yeah that’s me

Wrapped up in a frenzy, of mindless emotions,
logic escapes me, common sense is scant!
So tolerate me, indulge me and humor me, per se,
as I give in to the whimsy, of a nonsensical rant!

Politicians bore me (and anger me) – it’s true …
the news is alarming (and annoying) – indeed!
The globe warms up, the economy cools down,
and common core math, will make my brain bleed.

Customer service is slacking ~ hackers are hacking!
Wall Street is shaking while the dollar tries falling!
Folks are getting fatter, but does it really matter,
in a health care crisis; that so few find appalling!

So bombs are being built, wars are being fought,
disease is being spread – in a world that’s unsteady!
Terrorism abounds – – while new cells are found…
we say that we’re prepared, but are we ever ready?

Now that I depressed you, in this paranoid vent…
Oh how shall I conclude – – with a positive slant?
Prayer will surely help! Hugs and smiles go far.
And when overwhelmed –go do for those who can’t.

As always, make champion choices,
The Healthy Habit Lady

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Twas The Night Before School…

Dear Santa:  I Can Explain!

Dear Santa: I Can Explain!

By: Debra Sue Higginbotham
December 4, 2014

Twas the night before School, and all thru the house,
the children were stirring – and wrestling the spouse.
No homework was done, yet no one did care …
In hopes that this mama … had a free pass to spare.

No children were nestled, in a messy little bed,
No teeth were brushed – just mouthwash instead.
I own not a ‘kerchief, but oh I long for a nap …
Maybe someday I’ll be settled, like an old sappy sap.

When out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the laundry – to see what was the matter.
And what to my exhausted eyes – should appear …
A door-to-door salesman – the billionth one this year.

With a big tall vacuum, so lively and so quick …
I knew in an instant … his old salesman trick …
Faster than an Eagle, my door slam, it came,
then I scurried and shouted, calling the kids by name:

Now William, Now Thomas, in bed you must be …
Now James I can see you – no, you can’t have some tea.
Now Victoria – where are you? On the phone, I’ll bet.
Now let’s find those backpacks, before I forget.

To the top of the stairs!
 And to the bunk bed wall!
Now sleep away! sleep away!
Oh sleep away all!
And if I step on a lego, or if I should slip on a sock,
I’ll find your tablets and change the passcode lock.

And then in a twinkling, I heard in the kitchen,
Banging and clashing and words I won’t mention.
He was dressed in his boxers, standing on one foot,
Shuffling dishes, wondering where they should be put.

A bundle of pans, he had flung on the drain,
and he looked like my husband; but I must be insane.
His eyes, they wondered, how kids make such a mess.
His cheeks were like fire, his nose wrinkled at a guess.

His sexy little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
and the dimple on his chin – was inviting, don’t ya know.
The look on his face; gave me butterflies in my belly,
As we ditched the dirty dishes ~and counter full of jelly.

We sprang up the stairs, as he gave me a whistle,
And away the night flew; like the down of a thistle.
But I heard a child exclaim, ‘ere we dashed out of sight,
“Be Quiet Mom & Dad ~ You Know It’s a School Night!”

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