Monthly Archives: September 2017

I think I can; I know I can…

Most people have read the Little Engine that could. I know, I would even refer to it while educating eighth graders or teaching sales associates, how to reach their personal quota. However, this past weekend, my experience, cleared the muddy waters or concepts behind this fabulous story!

You see, anytime I was coaching I would say look at the end result and go for that finish line. Which is one hundred percent normal for a coach. As we timed each runner in their event we would refer to their ending time and ask, can you beat that? After all, Track is all about who crosses that finish line first. I would run as fast as I could and cheer, “I think you can, I think you can…Come On You can do it, just look at that finish line, it is right there!!! (Ending with) I know you can! I know you can!”

Exasperated, I would check with John or Dad, for time and let them know where they were and where they needed to be! Does this sound normal to you? Of course it does as a coach you are to bring them up to their best potential and motivate them to complete the task, improve upon the last one and visualize the positive results is your job. However, if I chose to do that type of coaching again I would reverse their thoughts and my technique.

Why? You ask? Becuase although we had several qualify and attend state, once we arrived the goal or end result became overwhelming and several of them struggled.

Back to My lesson and then you will understand. As Eric and I rode bicycles, we would come upon some steep hills. He would shift down to second or even first gear and ride like the wind. (Of course he was demonstrating how necessary it is for me to have gears) Me, on the other hand, would begin pushing, panting, standing up and usually stop mid hill, exhausted. Though, I will say, I never walked and pushed my bike. Instead, I would look right in front of me about two feet and begin pedaling.

Pedaling, pedaling, pedaling slowly sometimes almost coming to a complete stop! Wobbling back and forth…hang on! I would say you can do this, you can do this.

My pep talk or phrase to myself became almost like a cheer/chant/song I would say out loud.

“You already know the end, all you have to see is, two feet & your free!”

I know that seems weird, but in the midst of the struggle it became, “2 feet in front of me is all you gotta see.”

Over and over again I would chant/cheer, “Two feet in front of me is all I gotta see… (push the pedals with all my might) Two feet in front of me is all I gotta see… (again, but a little louder)…Two feet in front of me is all I gotta see!”

I tested it time and time again. We would approach a hill and if I would ride, starring at the top; I NEVER MADE IT, without stopping! However, if I glanced at the top (or end result) I would take a snap shot of the path, quickly glance where others could be, ensure I could avoid any Big surprises and proceed. (All of that preparing was not a strict plan it was just a glance. So if I had to veer off the path, I would still arrive at my final deatination)

Next, I would look two feet ahead of me, glance behind me and take off!!! Push with the right, then the left. Breathe…inhale, exhale, inhale exhale. Focus on your breathing, Teena. And when I thought I couldn’t go anymore, I wasn’t strong enough, I would push even harder and cheer, “Two feet in front of me is all I gotta see!”(again)

“Two feet in front of me is all I gotta see…two feet in front of me is all I gotta see!”

Sometimes I would throw in the full mantra, but mostly I just concentrated on turning the wheels two times and moving two feet.

Isn’t this true in everything we do! I never understood why @The Little Engine that Could, began with, “I think I can.”

I do now! If he had looked at the end result the entire time he might not have made it to the the toys, on the other side of the mountain. Instead he began with just right then, right where he was at that time. He didn’t transition to, I know I can, until he had reached at least one major hurdle and enjoyed the journey along the way.

Anything you want to do big or small! Know the end result or goal, feel it for a split second. Then begin to take one step, then the next. You do not want to miss the delicious journey along the way, so you can bask in the glorious warmth and good feeling at the top.

Back to track. I love track as a sport! Because it focuses your brain to improve you for your own personal record. If you are a coach try not to focus on the end quite as much, but rather visualize the end and improve by only seeing two feet ahead, two days, two hours, or even two seconds!

You can get thru, accomplish or achieve anything you want! If you are depressed, struggling with addiction or just wanting to pedal to the top of a hill, you can do it! The key is to see it and break it down into smaller, manageable pieces!

God Bless!

Livelove

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As we gather more and more information, to provide you with a solid answer on what Livelove truly is and how you can benefit; I have to pause my thoughts/emotions/feelings! I know that sounds weird, but it’s true. The past two weeks actually, the more I meditate, I have to say the last 45 (Almost 46) years have been fabulous! However, since we are living in the now I will say the last two weeks have been out of this world!

You see Livelove was created many years ago and it has been building for many years. Therefore, to narrow it down to a website, that grabs your attention, can become quite difficult.

That is why this moment of knowing, feeling, caring what your opinion is, of our new/not really, company is daunting. It’s not bad nor good, it’s just like will my vision finally come to fruition? Will my message that was given to me by divine appointment and wraps my entire life’s experience into one title, be the right one? Will people understand me? Will I help the world learn how to be or find their own happiness in all situations?

Yet, many of my closest friends always say, “Yes, you can!”

Then I think Teena why do you care!!! You are happy, everything is going your way, let it go! You aren’t helping anyone anyways!

And the battle between strong belief in our new company and subconscious begins. It goes round and round. The what ifs take over, I place scenario after scenario in my mind. Right before I stop myself is when I realize I don’t want any of those negative feelings or thoughts. I am okay…you see I created a vision that was not real, added some negative thoughts from my paradigm, solidified it and ALMOST began to act it out or, in many people’s terms, brought it into my ‘reality.’

The truth is you have to see it in your mind to have it, both negative and/or positive.

Livelove… (I have to add LLC but the title without it is what our company is about, the extra three letters is becuase of silly legalities which I am not a fan of, but it is a must).

Livelove is what you want it to be! Yes, our business is legal, productive and can help anyone, business or organizations to find their happiness, YOUR WAY! You will be able to purchase a class, a motivational speaker, a few products and a program. However, Livelove is much more than a product or a service business!

It is a message! A message of LIFE! it is YOUR MESSAGE!!!!

It is a way for anyone to be happy for the rest of their days on earth! Don’t get me wrong I have down, distracting, contrasting (@Abraham-Hicks) days or moments.

For example:

Yesterday, I drove ten hours, beautiful day, nice ride, great people to talk to, music was fabulous! Butt, everything irritated me!!! I ‘normally’ feel uplifted on my rides. I write inspirational material, sing at the top of my lungs and dance like I am crazy!!!!

Not yesterday!!! I was mean and nasty. A lady tried to pass me in the right lane and I was like oh no you don’t, I don’t play those games, biotch!!!! It was like that off and on all day!

Then when I meditated this morning on my description of Livelove I realized…Do I have confidence in myself to boldly say You, can help change the world or at least those who want to ‘BE HAPPY’ for the rest of their days?

I mean really! Teena, you just cut off a probably, nice lady driving down the interstate! You talked to yourself, you prayed, you cried! Basically, you were a mess!! What makes you think anyone is going to listen or if you can help!!! (Like I said, I was in ‘what if’ mode, all day and negatively I might add). It’s the recognition and how I handled it, is what Livelove is all about.

Livelove is a gift! It’s a message and my vision is someday, it will carry on.

Therefore, as my business manager, media consultant and personal executive continue to be patient with me, as well as my family, all I ask of you is to do the same. I know it may seem silly to ask random readers, Business Executives (waiting eagerly to hire us), and others who are in need of ‘Happy Class’ or coaching please, send me positive vibes and much love and KNOW when this introductory is complete you will have access to a message that has been created to withstand time and will continue to evolve into the beautiful vision it was created from!

The end result will be a semi colon, not to steal that from suicide awareness, but rather to combine with it and do just that pause and carry on!

God Bless

Livelove

Livelove.teena@gmail.com

A Bicycle?

I bought Eric a bike!! For years I have begged my honey to ride bikes with me. Then we were unsure how well I would be able to ride. Therefore, when I rode, the other day, he agreed! I can’t describe the exact emotions I had, when we were shopping. They were something like, a little girl who was buying her best friend a bike so they could play together. I was extremely suttle, I acted like it was no big deal that we were in Scheels, searching for the bike section. You see, he didn’t tell me what we were doing, he just told me to come on we were shopping. (I even whined a little bit because I wanted to stay home).

Anywhooooo…he tries to throw me off. We looked at guns, skateboards 😠, kayaks, and everything else in the store. I finally found a sales rep and said, “Ask him what you are looking for.” (Remember this is a gigantic store, it is beautiful outside and this man has walked my butt all over the store like we were bored or something lol).

Eric asked the man where the bikes were. At that moment, my heart fluttered, I almost teared up and then I giggled and held his hand tight and said, “Sooooo we are looking at bikes?”

“Yes, I think you need a bike with gears. I know that bike you are riding has to be hurting your leg going up all those hills.”

My heart sank for a moment. I looked down as we meandered through to go back downstairs because this store is so gigantic and we just spent an hour, attempting to not look at bikes, but really, we didn’t know where they were. Therefore, now we are walking downstairs, to find the back section, in a corner that seemed like in the north pole! As we approached the bike section I knew in my heart it wasn’t for me. Thank goodness because as you all (who follow my crazy stories) know I love my pink bike and Freddy the Pink Flamingo, does as well.

Eric looks at the price tag and reads it outloud without thinking, who he was with,”On-sale for four hundred ninety nine. Hmmm it was originally six ninety-nine.”

I quickly appeared by his side, peered over his shoulder, and in an astonished, shocked and disapproving voice I said,”WHAT? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?”

In my head:

Hold up! If I am correct about three years ago, I called you almost yelling in the phone, how I had found a pink cupcake bike at Sports Academy, for fifty dollars and I was buying it! I said I would buy you a bike, but I have only budgeted for maybe one hundred and fifty.

Then it happened the swaggy, all dressed up, neat and groomed, sales rep showed up. “Hey, can I help you with something? Do you have any questions?”

In my head again, I am like nope no questions here! We are good. Obviously, we are not avid bikers so, no dude back off and keep your gazillion dollar bike to yourself! Butt… (yes, I intentionally mispelled that) nooooo, Eric says yes…???????

He began asking questions, comparing several different ‘professional’ bikes and asking about what the new electric fangled dangle things were.

The sales person did an excellent job. I will say, by the time we left (without a 500 dollar bike) I was convinced the Electra was the bike to have. It was the cat daddy of bicycles. (Who knew Schwinn wasn’t the best, now). The guy actually reminded me of when I was on a roll in selling @townecraft cookware, it seemed like I couldn’t say the wrong words to the people. They knew how excellent the product was, they could feel how passionate I was about it and therefore they bought it. He was on target! (Also we will probably own one or two someday because we both left asking ourselves if it made that big of a difference). For now we are headed to Walmart.

Skip over this part, if you only want to know about Eric’s bike!

Now let me begin with, “Walmart! I realize you don’t really have to have good customer service nor do you have to treat your employees special, but oh how I wish you did!”

Side note everyone this is my, Teena Drake’s brain so this is a side note. If the Walmart corporation wants to hire me to teach YOU- Owners and head CEO and whoever else that is in charge- How to create a beautiful environment that will encourage people to want to shop at your store my email is Livelove.teena@gmail.com.

I mean I know of very few people who want or desire to shop there anymore. However, we do because…Idk I kind of feel like yes I am getting items cheaper, especially if I am unconcerned about the quality or customer service, but I love the employees and feel like as long as I shop there many people have employment. HOWEVER, it would be awesome to restructure what could be a beautiful thing. (Okay back to the story).

Part Two

We look at several bikes. Some were way up and others trapped in a new system, to I guess ensure no one slides a bicycle under their shirt. We compared having fenders, or not, gears were a must for him. After a great deal of belly, cheek, and head hurting laughter (you know the kind that the hurt feels so good) we had decided on one beautiful, basic, black bicycle. As we were rolling out with it, Eric said, “Wow! Look at that!”

I looked up and in the far corner, tucked away, on the top rack was a beautiful turquoise bike, with brown pleather seat, brown grips on the handle bars, with a bold stitching, Indian prints-pencil thin design stenciled on the side, thin tired, with gears, a bicycle, made for Eric Drake!

We pulled the rack out, somehow figured out how to pull it down (yes we asked for help, but no show), figured out the arm holding it down and there it was! It was beautiful and perfect for my honey bunny! He was the most adorable person, I know that’s not masculine sounding, but remember at this point, my state of mind is, we are two little kids picking out my best friends bicycle so we can go out to play.

We bought it, went home and prepared for an evening ride!

From this point forward I can actual say, “They rode off into the sunset, with gigantic smiles on their faces, a bubbly feeling of child like excitement, and lived HAPPILY EVER AFTER!

Please if you learn nothing else from my writings learn this!

You do deserve the very best!

You are amazing!

You are a GIFT from God that loves you no matter what!

Last point (for now)- Life is too short! Have fun while you are here. If riding a bicycle creates happiness for you, do it and if you have a partner who is willing to play with you, do it! No matter what it is you enjoy…DO IT!

God Bless

LiveloveLLC

Email Livelove.teena@gmail.com

I know, I have been talking, instead of doing…

Hey everyone sitting at the doctor, waiting like everyone else. However, my brain is running like a marathon runner about to win a race and to be first out of thousands of runners!

Teena Drake, they call out! I waddle back, “Mrs. Drake your BP is high for you. Is there anything going on?”

“Ummm, noo, but you would not question me if you knew what was running through my brain! It’s crazy, gigantic and important. I don’t have time to catch you up, but I promise I am okay!”

I simply replied with, “No, I am fine.”

Anywhoooo, it’s all good!

Here is why my BP was up! I had a CRAZY THOUGHT!!! Driving down here!

Ever since I have been watching OperationBBQrelief.com I have had the strongest desire to jump in my car and drive South. However, if you don’t know, at this point of my life, I don’t think I would be much help at all!!!! I still waddle or wobble, a bit and I have to be very careful, not to get an infection, until it is healed. Ugh!!! What to do, what to do? Think, think, think, Teena!

That’s when it hit me!!! (It seemed to really hit me hard) As I was driving over an hour to my doctors appointment and listening to music at the highest level possible, with the sunroof open, wind blowing through my hair, and singing- Whoomp, there it is, I thought hmmm, what can I do to help others, who are suffering, bored, and misplaced from their home, stuff and comfort zone?

I got it!!!! I will begin to video and post. Problem is the little brain in my head continues to criticize me. Saying things like, “You know your ADHD will kick in and you will flutter off! You can’t sing! And you want to sing! What are you thinking?”

Then, like everything else, it hit me!!!! (I can’t ever get ideas quietly in my sleep). I remembered this funny statement from Kendal (you will meet her on one of my videos) she looked at me while we were standing in the longest, boring line at the airport in Mexico and said, “I would never mind standing in line with you. If I had to be stranded on an island, I would want it to be with you!”

WHAT? ME? I thought to myself! (As Eric shifted his weight back and forth and seemed more agitated than ever.) It might have had something to do with us singing in line and doing our hand clap…this, that…this this…that that! Or the eductional rhymes I was teaching everyone in line! One lady stopped me (as we attempted to move four steps ahead) and said, “Lady, I agree with your little girl (she isnt mine, but I will claim her). If I was stranded on an island I would want it to be with you! You are one of the most entertaining people, I have ever seen.”

In my mind I thought, as we approached the security/ passport lady, “Tell that to my husband! Giggling in my head, due to his aggravation!”

Then what happened next is HILARIOUS TO ME! NOT to Eric! We had been standing in line for two or three hours and I think it was my fault, but we- only Eric and I- were sent to security!!!! “What? You are kidding, why?”

We never found out the reason why, but Eric has and will always blame me! He swears, they were scared of ME! Lolololol, I still laugh hysterically, everytime he tells that story.

I don’t believe that, but I do believe my inspiration has hit. With all the crud going on in the world, with many children missing school for an indefinite amount of time, I am going to do it! I am scared to death. I criticize myself constantly, when I watch my videos, but for the sake of YOU, I am doing it!

My vision, heading into the doctor’s office, was clear and concise. They won’t be perfect, but they will be educational and entertaining. I am not sure if anyone on the islands will be able to read or watch this, but when you can, check it out. I realize electricity being super scarce, You Tube will not be easily available 😔.

Please note, I am sending all those affected by natural disasters a BIG

heart full of love and I want you to realize, we are all in this together. I Love you all and want you to Livelove On! You can do this, you can and will rebuild!!!

God Loves you no matter what!

Livelove

My Uncle Bob

It’s finally here! The birthday of the man, I have been itching to write about! Many of these stories have been tucked away, for when I let it all go and begin writing comedy, becuase I love him and his sly comical demeanor cracks me up.

See the man standing on the right? With a white shirt on? (Which is weird, he usually has a rich color of deep purple or blue, but it doesn’t matter, he always looks amazing.) This, ladies and gentleman is my Uncle Bob and after I complete this, you will wish he was yours.

(Aunt T and Uncle Bob)

Background: I have only heard stories about their first meeting, but it must have been wonderful. My Aunt T and Uncle Bob met in Bowling Green Kentucky at Western Kentucky University, over fifty years ago.

Both from neighboring counties, meeting at the university. After 6 months they were married and lived happily ever after. (That’s the story, thanks everyone!)

I can only imagine his excitement! He married one of the most beautiful women in the world. BUT… with beauty comes a family full of beautiful people and beautiful ideas (kind of?).

Bare with me! Yes, they have been married for a long time, they have two beautiful children, a wonderful son n law, adorable grand cats and four gorgeous grand children. But before all of that Uncle Bob married his sweet wife, who came with a sweet (Ha ha) farm family. LOL!

Uncle Bob had now acquired a brother and sister n law, who were still young, he never imagined what funny and chaotic things were in store for him, over the next fifty years or so!

Life has began:

I wonder when or if he ever began to truly understand the dynamics, of what he has taken on. I will say this he NEVER SHOWED his frustrations with all of us.

First Scott was born. My mom, Charlene, I believe was ten. In our family it is tradition for the grandmother to go and stay with their daughter for two weeks, after the baby is born. That means my Baw Baw, Violet, would be living with these newly weds. Hee hee, I giggle thinking about Baw Baw bossing everyone around and my Uncle Bob thinking what in the world have I done. He never said anything mean or hateful. (How do I know? Duh it’s Uncle Bob. I don’t have to be born to know how he is, He is just that AMAZING).

For a side note, my mom often wondered how he didn’t have a heart attack. Because she rode up on her bike with Scott in her basket and still he said nothing! We still chuckle about that.

Fast Forward: five years later my sister in spirit and my cousin for life was born, Trina Lou! Oh my, here we go again the entire family, but especially Baw Baw.

Three years later it’s me, it’s me not Sandra Dee, but little ole, meek, quiet, never says anything me, Teena Drake! What? You don’t agree? Okay, you are right, I was born talking.

Now I know, no one could have prepared this patient, gentle, kind caring, quiet understanding man about the next twenty years or more of his life, with the Ashby family.

I realize no one knows what the future holds and he would have been bored without us, however, let’s just say we put him to the test. I wish I could write ALL the funny stories about him, someday I will share them.

I do remember the day Trina Lou and I were discussing her dad’s temper. I laughed and laughed because I knew he was human, but a temper? Listen to her tell this…

“Teena, if you ever want to know if daddy is mad, watch his mouth!”

“What? His mouth? If my mom gets mad you better run because you don’t have to watch her mouth you will hear it.” (Me too, everyone knows if I am upset).

Trina continued giggling and lowering her voice to a whisper, “Seriously, he moves his jaw and licks his lips. I always know to move on. That’s how I know I am in trouble.”

Really? That’s it? She was telling the truth! Over forty years I have not heard him become angry, but I do watch his facial expressions, if I am concerned.

As years went on everyone has lived with Uncle Bob and Aunt T. Now I am not dumb by any means, however, I never realized how amazing my uncle Bob is and always has been, until I became an adult. When any of us were in limbo, needed a place to crash or live, or a hot meal or anything, Aunt T would say, “Come on over.” Or, “Sure you can live with us.”

I know she never thought twice! Sometimes, I think how the heck did my Uncle Bob do it! I am telling you it was always someone or something in our family. Card games, teenagers, Farm family, church friends even kids and grand kids of others. I bet if they had and register for all the people, who have stayed at their home, it would be filled, maybe two or three of them. Steady as always, my Uncle Bob, never faltered or gave up on any of us.

My last story to make you laugh and give you a grasp of how amazing this man is.

One of the times I was staying with them, Trina Lou and I had been riding bikes, in the neighborhood. We lost track of time (usual) and he came looking for us. When I saw the red station wagon driving down the road I said, ” Trina! We are in trouble.”

I jumped up from the wet ground and waved him down. I was filthy, butt wet from sitting in the grass, hair matted in the back because I hated taking time to comb it, I looked like I didn’t know how to dress myself. He slowly pulled off the side of the road, I immediatly began telling some long, dragged out, story of why we weren’t home. (Like I knew!). He listened patiently and I can now see he was laughing deep down, but he stayed calm. He replied with, “Girls it’s getting late you need to get home.”

I said, “Shew, we are a long way from home, I am glad you came…I will put my bike in the back…”

Continues with a straight face, not a shriek, peep nothing was to prepare me for what he said. My Uncle Bob smiled, then chuckled (like he does) and replied to my simple, understandable request with, “Nope, you are riding home. I am not putting you or that bike in my car.”

Let’s rewind! What? Did my Uncle Bob just laugh at us, four or five miles from home, drove out here not to yell at us, beat us, or anything, but won’t put my bike in his car? What is happening? I was devastated. However, after our ride home I never did that again.

Wrap it up: I could tell you a million funny and heart warming stories, about this man, my family has been blessed with.

He has lived with a lovely wife that I know he has always loved dearly. Even when she said, “Sure, you can live with us.” (Off the top of her head!).

He has Spent fifty Christmases, same as Thanksgiving, always tried to ensure my Aunt came home once a month (if possible), has been through Uncle Rod going to Vietnam, all of the nieces and nephews being born, countless birthday parties, graduations, he has cried with us, and laughed with us. All of this is just from his wife’s side of the family. He still has his other side to tend to and everyone elses too. Uncle Bob stayed strong and steady and carries on like none other!

Happy Birthday Uncle Bob we appreciate you! You are awesome!

We all love you!!! I hope you get to Golf today!

Livelove

Why do we question ourselves?

As I ventured out today the wind provided a natural wispy environment, not so harsh as to blow me over, but more like a dancing motion. Perpetuating the leaves to do something similar as the beautiful Tango. I suddenly came to a cross road, which way do I turn? Before deciding, I look forward. Straight ahead was a golf course. That’s when it hit me!

Why are there always golfers on the golf course mid day? Do you know why? Is it because all golfers are wealthy while everyone else is broke and working longer hours than them?

I wonder why? (As I appear to be creepily starring at the golfers with a pink bike, pink Flamingo on my back, a bright neon shirt and my sparkly sunglasses on, that if the sun hit it just right, would blind a golfer from doing what they do).

Anywhooo back to the question, why does there always seem to be golfers on the golf course? After close examination, it’s because golfers LOVE to golf. Just like anything else, you will work a job, create a career, or find another way to be happy and do what you love.

This topic came to fruition while I was battling with myself, about not working harder, but rather working smarter and having fun while I am doing it. You see the majority of people are hitting the hammer over and over again before they know what they are building!

If you hated to golf, would you plan to spend you only few hours of free time playing a round? Of course not. Nor would you begin building a house without a plan. Your life is the same way.

Begin today to notice the small things in which you felt happiest. And do more of that! As I work closely with Debbie and Rhian, I realize our new company is being put together by love and faith. Everytime I have said, out loud, a need for my company someone has appeared!!! I continually live in awe and expect the best for me in all situations.

God Bless

LiveloveLLC

Sunshine is all you need…

Wake up sleepy head!! Have you ever questioned why you don’t hear your alarm? Why you might struggle with rolling out of bed? Hmmm I might have the answer. Look for the sunshine or clean out your clutter so the sun can peak through. Many times we don’t hear our alarm because of the negative focus. Instead attempt to see and allow the sunshine to beam in.

My Baw Baw always said, “A little sunshine is all you need.”

I hear her singing, as she always did, 🎶You Are My Sunshine, My Only Sunshine, You make me happy when skys are gray, you will never know dear how much I love you!🎶 I wonder if a little sunshine can go a long way?

I watch the raging natural disasters, political controversy and human suffering, only to be reminded of the sun will rise again. Today is a new day.

Is there good in the world today? I will let you decide.

I watch as the rescuers silently listen for a small sound of life in the middle of what once seemed to be a sturdy building, but now is a pile of rubble. I instantly feel the warmth of the sun beaming through when a small cry is heard and as the little boy was pulled out, safe and sound, the entire crowd paused for a minute to celebrate, ANOTHER LIFE SAVED HOORAY! The crowd cheered. However, with in an instant the fist goes up and the crowd is silenced. In hopes to find yet another one.

Another group of people found a man stranded in his truck, with raging waters swiftly taking him away. Oh but wait, what is that? A human chain forming, each depending on one another’s strength to ensure another will live.

Animal lovers risk their lives to search, find and feed the beloved animals. Keep the sunshine coming!

As water pours into an arena where many had went to, for shelter, a group of people, formed a circle and prayed together. They didn’t ask what religion are you nor did they shun or judge. Keep the sunshine coming.

Listen up! Devastation happens. I can not explain why. However, I can change my focus and so can you. You see it does create a sad feeling, when you think of the devastating effects of a natural disaster. However, I promise the sun will rise again and the aftermath is super natural. One by one people come together and they are sunshine beaming-bright and strong.

God bless

Livelove