Sayings I have written over the years.

Dust, dust, go away and never come back any other day.   Rain, rain come today and wash out the dust that lingers all day.   I told the dust once, I have told him twice, he needs to obey or be washed out of sight.   ~Pam Reynolds ~

A mother's love is wonderful.  As any child knows.  As soft and sweet and tender as a single perfect rose.  Your love is the best of all...because it grows and grows.

One apple said to the other, after they fell from the apple tree.  

“You are one unblemished colorful apple.” The other apple said, “What really matters, is not what is on the outside, but how strong my seeds grow an apple tree.”   ~by Pamela Reynolds~

November 22, 2010

I’m thankful for my family and friends.  Thanks for generating spice in my life.   Our mortal life is a brief, but our memories are eternal.

January 30, 2013

The clock ticks slowly, the sun showers warmth, a baby giggles and a mother smiles. Time runs out, life passes us by, and the words I love you live on forever.  

Each day brings wisdom that the clock is speeding up quickly and moments together is all that matters.  Life is a priceless gift from God.

September 28, 2013

Life is too short...time slips through your fingers faster than water.

Life is priceless. Every second, hour of each day is worth more than anything I could ever purchase from a store. 

I pray I can be a light to all those around me.

Sharing love, support, and comfort.

February 16, 2017

***Each phase or sentence placed on paper encapsulates words of expression of thought, feeling, and action of a human life. 

My heart, soul and mind wonder how I was able to put back together the fragile skeleton I had buried.

Each delicate bone connected back where it belongs now gives a full canvas picture of a plausible story I once traveled on.***

July 20, 2010

“Good friends are like stars.... You don't always see them, but you know they are always there”

February 27, 2011 

"Be kind, because everyone you met is fighting a heart attack."

September 2,2010

Music stirs my heart, moves the air I breathe, and charms to soothe the savage beast within me.   It resurfaces old memories, captures thoughts, and generates new ones.   Songs during my life time will continue survive after I’m passed on…to help others cope, love and endure the trials I have traveled.   What was your favorite song in your youth?  Mine was “Always and Forever” and “Wishing on a Star.”

September 3, 2013

Take time to smell the roses

Because when they are gone,

you will wish you had.

Written~Pamela Shelton. Reynolds

New Year, New Beginning, New Thoughts

I have had a desire to write more since the new year has begun. I feel a need to touch the keys and produce words that can connect with my thoughts.

There have been days that I have thought about my parents to the point I wonder if they are still living. In my heart they are. They are still a part of my life. They are still apart of who I am.

I think about my dad who worked hard to provide for our family. He might not of been able to make enough to give the material items in life my friends had, but he was able to make me smile and feel loved. I can still picture him walking in the front door after a long day of working on typewriters. How he would have to carry them from one school to another. I can still see him skating around the ice rink with a smile that spread from one ear to the other. His dimples came in full force when he did. He was truly a delightful man. Oh, how I miss him.

Then, there is my mother. A lady who carried more weight that I think she ever dreamed of. She lugged not only weight, but pain that was deeper than any ocean. She carried rejection, sorrow, guilt and lack of confidence. One thing she did not lack was giving love to others. She tried to share her love that she kept captured in her heart. One way she shared her love was by sending birthday cards to everyone. Oh how I miss her and Dad calling me on the phone and singing Happy Birthday. The days of ever sharing my thoughts and trials with her have vanished the minute she took her last breath. 

I see my children's generation, not needing the connection with their parents like I needed with mine. I wonder if they feel the need to call, visit or spend time hearing stories about their past, parents or grandparents. I think instead they are focused on other things that to me have no value of importance. I'm not into the games that are on phones, computers or social media. Actually I have stopped spending time on  Facebook and since then, I have felt a weight off of my shoulders.

The weight is the negativity, degrading comments and wonder why I have spent my valuable time looking at someone else's life when I should be focusing on mine and my families. I should be taking that precious time and working on my book, working on building relationships with my children, husband, brothers and other family members.

Well, Happy New Year, and remember life is short so take the time to let your children and parents know you love them.

My prayer is you who ever your are that is reading this has a blessed year filled with priceless memories.

Raindrops and Me

Raindrops and Me

Raindrops gravitate downward with a wonderful contribution in mind. They kiss the cheek of a child, while cleaning the air on its journey. Some drops make their last home on a dirty patio chair, dried up potted plant or windshield layered in dust.

We as livings souls gravitate towards loved ones with a hope to make a lasting connection. As we breath in the fresh fallen rain and crave to feel the touch of a raindrop. It stirs the reality we are humans who desire to feel a personal intimacy from a warm embrace. To connect our hearts through a glowing smile, while saying the words I love you.  

Encompassed  inside our souls is compassion, forgiveness, and a deep desire to share. 

Our last touch, image, and comforting words from a loved one are forever in bedded deep in our memory and souls forever. 

The memory of the first fallen snow, first heavy rainstorm, leave lasting impression just like the first kiss from our teenage crush.

Raindrops come from heaven, made from the hands of God...and so were you and me.

Written by ~ Pamela Shelton Reynolds

 A song tells the motion the beat and thought...eben

Time slips

Memories slip

Friend slip

Feelings crumble 

Lives crumble

Hearts stop

Even after the hearts stops

God will never slip

God will never crumble

Things to think about

Enriching Thoughts!

The most destructive habit .................Worry

The greatest joy ...........................Giving

The greatest loss ..........................Loss of self-respect

The most satisfying work ...................Helping others

The ugliest personality trait...............Selfishness

The most endangered species .............. Dedicated leaders

Our greatest natural resource...............Our youth

The greatest "shot in the arm"..............Encouragement

The greatest problem to overcome......... Fear

The most effective sleeping pill............Peace of mind

The most crippling failure disease..........Excuses

The most powerful force in life ............Love

The most dangerous pariah ..................A gossiper

The worlds most incredible computer........ The brain

The worst thing to be without ............. Hope

The deadliest weapon ...................... The tongue

The two most power-filled words ........... "I Can"

The greatest asset ........................ Faith

The most worthless emotion ................ Self-pity

The most beautiful attire ................. SMILE!

The most prized possession ................ Self esteem

The most powerful channel of communication ...Prayer

The most contagious spirit .................. Enthusiasm

"To the world, you may be one person; but to one person, you may be

the world." Author Unknown

We are not human beings having a spiritual experience; we are spiritual beings having a human experience. ~ Pierre Teilhard de Chardin (1881-1955)

My thoughts

Friends come into your life as fast as a sunrise.

They bring fresh beginnings like a breeze on a warm summer day.

Friends never look at your faults only your talents.

They uplift, bring sunshine on a glooming day.

But then a friend can leave as fast as moon disappears on a dark stormy night. 

Leave you to stumble and fall into a muddy pond and sink beneath the thick mud unable to breath.

I found this on my iPad that I wrote in June 2014.

Mother I miss you giggle

Mother I miss you bright red face.

Mother I miss you sweet smiling face.

Mother I know you miss me.

My grandma favorite poem 

A Quality of Mind

Age is a quality of mind-

If you have left your dreams behind,

If hope is cold,

If you no longer look ahead,

If your ambition's fires are dead,

Then you are old.

But if from life you take the best,

And if in life you keep the jest,

If love you hold,

No matter how the years go by,

No matter how the birthday's fly-

You are not old.

A Love Letter to My Pink Goody Brush

Dearest Goody,

            I have never been the same since you came into my life 40 years ago. I remember as though it was yesterday when I caressed your wrap and wondered if I would like you. The way wriggled made me anxious to free you from bondage. I ripped at layers covering you. The moment I saw you I was captured by your colorful beauty and enchanted with all the possibilities of our love. It seemed that our relationship would be full of new discoveries and exploration. I heard you whisper, “Hold me.”

I held you tight and you ran your fingers through my hair. You came at a crucial time and helped me smooth out the tangles and knots that brought frustration. I knew then no one could bring comfort to me like you did. You were the only one that could remove the ugliness I felt. You helped me gain confidence. I cherished holding you first thing in the morning and just before going to bed. I still love having you near me. Thank you for staying by my side.

You are the only one that knows my deep dark secrets. You listen without interrupting or making coldhearted remarks when I shared my pain with you. All my friends envy our unfailing relationship. They remark favorably on how you never complain when I ask you to remove the dirt and grime in my life. You make me feel like a new person every day.

You are irreplaceable, like oxygen is to vegetation and water is to my garden. I will continue to take care of you by washing and removing the knots out of your bristles. I will never let anyone take you from me. Your name “Goody” describes you perfectly. You are priceless with your bright pink sunset color and well-built shape. The strength in your back bone has sealed my determination that our relationship will never be weak.

I’m blessed you’re not flimsy like other brushes. You are perfect for me and the greatest birthday present I could ever have. I’m tickled Mother picked you to be part a part of my life and that she saw your potential in helping me manage my hair. Please always remember, I will love you for as long as I have hair.

Love you forever,

Pamela