Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Spilt Milk

Woke up thinkin about the grace to "do-over". You can never "Take it back" ...can't un-say, but you can ask permission from someone you've disappointed...or "try again". 

Thank you Miss Billie for this sweet inspiration...for askin' the question that got me to thinkin.

I do so hope you all enjoyed your Christmas, Kwanza, Solstice Winter Holiday.  I hope you filled your heart as well as your belly and that above all you looked around and realized that these days are filled with lessons...opportunities for grace and guidance.  

If you "spilt" something, I suggest you clean it up prior to the New Year...makes for a tidy beginin'.  

I don't know if I'll get back here with any Wisdom...but thank you all for your sweet inspiration...I think about what you say...churn it around in my head and heart...until it comes out here.  I couldn't do it without you.  

Happy New Year 

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

More from the Kitchen...

There are times when I can feel it comin' on.
The steam starts to rise...the bubbles begin to roll to the top.
First its just a few...then they just all let go at once, spitin' and spatin' and hissin like a bunch of cats in a scrap.

Maybe I need a little warnin' system...not for me mind you, cause I know the heats on.

More for the folks that might be just a little too close to the stove.  

In the Kitchen of Life....

Maybe it's because winter, for me, is all about the kitchen. Seems I'm either in it...or avoiding it. 

It's clean...then in an instant...its a mess. It's like a mini-life. 

Lots of wisdom in the kitchen...a good place to do some thinkin'. 

I'm learnin' however that there are just some things you need to keep the lid on if you know what I mean. 

I know you've all probably cooked up a batch.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

The Sting

There are some lessons in life that never seem to lose their sting….that’s how you know you learned them.

I took a little bait last night…edged on by some old business and a long time need to make someone see things differently.   

I saw it comin’, complete with the voice of Miss Universe sayin’ “don’t take the bait”.
I started pullin’ up old cards in my head…I could see’um plain as day.
All the signs were there, visceral, intuitive, and downright “know better” .
It was then I felt the sting, just painful enough to send me back to my corner.

We hurt for a reason…all pain is a warnin’ no matter what form it takes.

Word:  12: 16-12

Friday, December 7, 2012

Momma Claus is Comin' to Town

Is it just me...or does the thought of your Momma comin' for a visit send you into a cleanin' frenzy.  I don't know why I do it, I mean she can't see squat and yet I know...she will find that cobweb over in the corner across from her bed.  There is no way to say..."Oh, it's just spider tinsel,"  that boat wont float.

I know when I'm not lookin, she'll check the silver, cause in the Christmas...the silvers gotta be polished and I don't mean dipped in Tarn-X.  I mean cloth polished.

I found a letter my Daddy wrote me the other day and in it he said, "Jus finished polishin' the silver."  It wasn't dated, but I knew it had to be just after Thanksgiving cause that's when the whirlwind starts to blow.

Momma would do it...cause her Momma was comin'.  I do it cause I saw her do it.  But I guess it stops with me, cause all I got is an old cat, and he thinks I'm down on on hands and knees for one reason and one reason rescue his sparkle toys. 

And you know...I think his expectations are right on target!
In this season is wrapped in memories...and traditions...tied with tinsel and expectation.  Some habits are impossible to I'm just gonna whip out this can of Pledge and git goin'. She'll be here before you know it.  

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Crazy Quilt

 Some things don't always make sense, don't seem to fit no matter how I twist or turn'um.  Every now and then I get a whole bunch of ugly that's got to be worked in so when it all comes together you don't even notice.

That's the artistry of the sew up what pieces you're given... layerin' the perfect next to the tragic, the simple next to the complex...trustin that somewhere there is a plan.