Well, yeah I have been procrastinating in regards to posting. I "like and want" to do things in order. BUT who decides what IS in order? What is "not" in order....... So often "we humans, think ever so much and so much doesn't get done". In sharing the previous, i now get to the subject matter.
This is my 2nd posting and I share that as a photographer/artist i basically focus on creation, be it bugs, flowers, birds, and landscapes. Of course i can take image/pictures of other stuff too, like vehicles, structures and people, but mostly nature items. In this last season, i have thought carefully about growing up and that which i was used to, that which was common, i asked/tried to see it from a different perspective and did! I see the fact that i was driven (on family vacations), all over America, to see National Parks, cities, places of interest, and lakes as well as specific mountains/canyons. It was also pointed out to me I believe by the Lord, what plants we had at the nearly dozen homes we lived in as i grew up. I remember flower names, birds, even some in neighbors yards. I share for so many of us have memories from childhood that are ever so important, and are there for a purpose. What happened to us, what we were exposed to, subject to, has ever so much effect on us as adults. We don't have to believe this, but when we do, truths will be revealed unto us, about the time we find ourselves in. Most everything that is in, around, next to or __________ us, has roots from our past. It doesn't have to be bad, and so many of think just that. Ok, pick something you don't like. Got it? Now ask this question, where did this start? What is the first memory I have of this? I met a woman who didn't like to eat a specific fast food place and it was shared with me that something specific happened with their cooler, and had nothing to do with the preparation of the product. She never wanted to go there again, for the memory brought her such UGH emotion. I share this for nearly everyone i have ever met, has something they just can't stand.
What are your favorite colors, your least favorite WHY?
Where do you enjoy going to relax and enjoy yourself? WHY?
How do you drive (in the fast lane, .......) WHY?
Do you like to ALWAYS check your email daily WHY?
You can always ask/pray Lord, WHO am I, What did YOU create me to be?
What is of YOU, am I who YOU created me to be?
Back to the places and stuff i loved growing up...........
Now that i realized GOD, made me to love the things I love, and am learning what isn't me, and letting go of it, well i have made greeting cards of some of the plants and flowers I love, and sell them. I am learning what i truly don't like and getting rid of it. My prayer for you is, seek and pray and enjoy that which YOU love, which YOU enjoy. Get rid of that which YOU don't care for. Take that first and front parking spot, get that 2nd scoop of ice cream and ENJOY IT. Take that tip, be it in word or deed, or even cash. Believe that you are fearfully and wonderfully made. PSALM 139.........Yep you were created in your mama's womb.
- Introducing Nicole RamirezHello my name is Nicole and it mean victory of the people, victorious one, and it origin is from Greece.
I am a photographer, author, as well as an artist. This is my first posting here in my blog, and over the next season, i will share from several different subjects so as to encourage you. One goal I have and intend to accomplish is to share the trials, traumas, and just hard times that i have come through, that i made it this far and you can too.
So, let me start with as i said above.... My name is Nicole. I am adopted and found out as i was raised by my adoptive parents, that my name was given to my by my biological dad. I was born in the 50's, and even though now in the 21st century, when i was growing up there was not one other Nicole i even met, heard of, be it in my life or on television. I never heard the name Nicole anywhere at all.
I was raised by Mr & Mrs Stickler, my adoptive parents, and they adopted another kid, this time a boy, and now i had a brother. We moved ever so much and so i never really got established in a neighborhood, all but for once.
My dad acquired cancer and died of it when i was 11. We moved back to Pennsylvania, so he could say goodbye to his blood family before he died. After his death we came back to California, and settled in
San Diego County, the home of my moms sister. We settled in an rural area of the Eastern County, and we stayed in one place, and it was nice to go to one school my entire high school years.
Of course i saw some cute looking guys, and sorta would follow them around. Another guy became aware of me, especially as i started to go to sports events to take pictures. I decided to take photography, for i needed credits to graduate, and that seemed different and maybe fun. By the end of my junior year, i started dating this guy who was watching me. He graduated that year and 2 years later i then graduated. He then moved and got his own apartment and i invited myself to move in. Within several months a very good friend of mine, had a dream, and because of the dream, she begged me to watch Billy Graham crusade that weekend on the t.v. (i had gone to his crusades growing up, and watched his crusades lots of times). So the weekend came and it was December of 1977. I watched the crusade and ended up curled up on the floor crying at the end when the invitation to accept Christ was given. Well that very night, i couldn't go to bed with my boyfriend, i just KNEW it was not good anymore. So i slept in the walk in closet. Within the next week, i moved home with my mom. (she now only had a one bedroom apartment, and my brother had left home). Within several months my boyfriend whose name was Charles, well he came to invite me out on a date once again, and shared with me he was saved now. Within 5 months i was engaged, and we got married in June 1979.
I got pregnant nearly immediately and had a son in June of 1980 and named him charles as well. I now called my husband Charlie. The next 20 years were basically 2 more kids, who were boys, and several apartments too.
In 2002 my mom died, and within a year i started looking for my birth mom. It was (I think) in 2005 that i found my birth dad. I found him for i had always known we had the new paper article in which it was shared the details of my situation..........
Details will be given in the next posting on my blog...........