Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Truth Matters

You know what I'm learnin' that I've known for as long as I can remember...words can do more harm than knives, firearms, bulldozers, glass shards and whatever else you might use to terrorize folk.  

I got cuts that have healed and the scars to prove it, but I've also got open wounds where words pierced my very soul.  Seems to me right now, we're in a war with words, vague innuendoes hurled like cherry bombs on the 4th of July. You know they outlawed Cherry Bombs and M-80's, but folks still find'um and hurl'um to scare the witts out of you. 

1.      vague; of uncertain, indefinite, or unclear character or meaning.
indistinct, indefinite, indeterminate, unclear, ill-defined;
unclear, unsettled, indefinite, indeterminate, unconfirmed, speculative, sketchy

2.        1.  thinking or communicating in an unfocused or imprecise way.
      synonyms:   imprecise, rough, approximate, inexact, incomplete, nonspecific, generalized, ambiguous,      equivocal, hazy, woolly
2.  cloaked facts 

Monday, December 26, 2016


As I was making my coffee this morning a word presented itself. 
It arrived as if whispered softly… 


I stopped for a moment…but it was not repeated.   

With coffee in hand as well as a few Christmas cookies I headed to the living room to settle down with my word.  As the tiny votives flickered, I realized they created quite an impressive dance across the ceiling.  Each little light gave its own interpretation to the draft that moved about the room, that too, offering a subtle metaphor for our individuality and small contributions to the universe. 

I closed my eyes to Allow insights.
….time for the small things, resist the temptation to crowd them out with routine and lists. 
….Accept, what is present and what could be.  Close no doors out of fear. 
…things to unfold, do not rush them.
Admit that something is possible and say yes a little more often.
Allow and entertain possibilities.

Thank you Miss Universe for today’s guidance and word, I pray each who chances to read this will Allow a moment to perhaps hear their own message in this sharing. 

Sunday, December 25, 2016

Cardinals appear when angels are near

Now and again, I bet we all ask the powers that be for “a sign”.  Because signs are so uniquely individual, appearing in all shapes and sizes, they may not always be easily recognized or immediately understood; and yet we wait and search for something we can apply an interpretation to, be it as obvious as a clap of thunder or as subtle as a phrase uttered by a stranger while waiting in the line at Food Lion.  Most of us recognize when a sign is being sent. 
 Momma was a “sign searcher”, by this I mean she most always knew exactly what she wanted to do about something…then looked for a sign of affirmation to move forward as she had already planned.   I used to tell her she was bending the rules…lookin’ for what she wanted to find. 
We were like that sometimes, oil and water; neither of us wavering from our own convictions for very long.  We did call a truce now and again, yielding for the sake of peace or company. 
All differences we did both look to our birds as messengers.  Nothing was better than finding a cardinal feather or a white feather of any kind.  Momma used to say, “Cardinals appear when angels are near”, and I didn’t doubt that for a moment.  She was also fond of Robins and got concerned when they arrived in winter.  “They’re too early!” she used to say, “a robin in winter is nothing but a fool who’s lost their way.” 
Robins for her, were harbingers of Spring, and all the potential locked up in that promise of new beginnings.  Last year she seemed to take a bit of comfort when I told her about the new breed of Wintering Robins.  They weren’t fools at all, I shared with her.  They’ve just adapted, they’ll do okay. 
“I guess that’s what life is all about,” she said, Adapting.  “I’ll throw out some hamburger that kinda looks like worms. 
All that being said, I took my Christmas walk around the labyrinth this morning,  taking some mental notes on all that I saw and heard.  I suppose I was calling on familiar signs, looking for what I needed to see.  Yep, maybe I was cheating.  But I wasn’t disappointed.  Along the way there were birds feeding under a Crepe Myrtle tree.  There were no bright red “angel birds”, but as I got closer, I figured out that the gathering consisted of a group of female cardinals, (which just happen to be some of the best Momma birds around) along side of some “fools”.  I had to stop for a minute to listen and watch,  seems I heard momma say, All’s right with the world…as long as you can adapt.  
Okay, I’ll work on that!  Merry Christmas all. 

Friday, September 23, 2016

In the Season...

Yesterday I took advantage of the cooler temperatures to set about making the seasonal changes my small garden calls for. It is nearly October and I feel I am ready to begin planting again.
The Zinnias, now plagued with a powdery mildew, common this time of year, had grown to such a height that I could barely reach to trim the latest blooms. I always hesitate to pull them up, they are so giving.
I took a moment to recall the number of arrangements collected from this small cutting garden, colorful bouquets that had graced my home, hospital rooms and neighbor’s porches, and silently communicated my gratitude.
In the midst of salvaging the last blooms, I sensed I was no longer alone. In a ruby and emerald flash I had a tiny visitor who seemed rather determined to “stay in my face”.
“Oh, I see”, I said out loud while lowering my clippers and taking a few steps back. Hovering, he reminded me that while the season was indeed changing, that he was still in need, harvesting for his long migratory journey. Needless to say, I left him plenty. This task can wait.
Lesson of the day…To everything there is a purpose and a season...don't hurry them.

Tuesday, August 30, 2016


The other day I caught myself giving a “thumbs up”. I had to stop for a minute because a thumbs up is not my usual way of communicating. I thought on this a bit and realized that I was actually taking an emotional “short cut”; not putting energy into the exchange, not using my words. It made me ):
Real emotions are complex, you can feel them. They cause the hair to stand up on your arm, the eyes to well with tears and the heart to skip a beat. In a world where emotions are taught to be buried and controlled, I say go ahead and feel, express, and contribute. Don’t be the emoji. Don't make "the face".

Monday, August 29, 2016


I don't know about ya'll, but I am forever muttering, "Lord give me patience" while I go about frettin' and wonderin' what's takin' so dang long. Then it hit me...more times than not, "the wait" is the lesson. Okay, breath! Enjoy this glorious Monday!

Thursday, August 18, 2016

Didn't see that comin' ...

I used to tell folks all the time, "I hate surprises!" I have always preferred the plan...the one with the details and the exit strategy. But I have to tell you, if it wasn't for a couple of unexpected events in my life, I'd know way less about myself than I do today. What you don't see comin' might just be a blessin'.