Bumpy Ride

I bet there is not a survivor out there who thinks of them self as courageous. 

If you’re like me, it’s just about gittin’ through to the other side of whatever. 

I’m always grateful for the floaters I can grab onto for a bit, but trust me, it doesn’t take much courage to “hang in there”…considerin’ the alternatives.

Cap and Crown

I am blessed to know so many caring women.  I have to say they continue to amaze me.  But I worry too.  It seems most spend so much time taking care of others...that they forget to take care of themselves.  With all the hours in the day...and all the days in the week...all I can ask is that you claim one for yourself. 
Caps off  Sisters! 
(For Little Loddett)

Life as Laundry

I promise you this...every single day there's gonna be somethin'.  Life's like that.  Like laundry.  Just when you think you're ahead of the game, you look down and there's another pile. 

Shades of Truth

There is a change in the air and in the hue of late afternoon, you should be seeing it now...light changes everything. A tilt of the head and perspective is altered. I was thinking about that when the word truth came to mind. I know how I shade it. I do it to protect...to inspire...to firm a position. Some might disagree, but I find I often do it to keep light flowing around the dark corners.

At a loss for words....

I was talking with a friend the other day and we laughed about how our parents used to tell us, in times of crisis, to just "open the Bible" and read the first verse that we see...the answer will be there. You know...there are some really scary verses in the King James Version of our Bible..and taken out of context...well now, might bring jail time. Everything is open to interpretation I suppose. So we thought...what if we just opened Jules Vern or Robert Louis Stevenson instead. Might there still be answers? How about Little Women...or Valley of the Dolls? But I digress. I haven't tried it yet, but I am about to offer you a challenge if you dare. That being said...because it is Sunday...and because I believe the "word" is all round us...today I found this. I thought it was absolute perfection and just wanted to share.

*&%$# @#$?!

What is it about "bad" words that makes it feel so good to use them?
I have this theory;  it is more acceptable to use bad words than to express negative emotions.  A string of expletives will soon be forgotten, as Daddy used to always tell me, when you start cussin' folks stop listenin!

My theory is that a rant filled with four letter words is liken to weaving an invisible shield around my real feelin's.   It's kinda like a really long sentence...a lot'a shit gets missed.

MisFit

I've been called to do lots of things, some of them perfectly fittin' some of them left me wonderin' just how or why or what  Miss Universe was thinkin' when I was called to duty.   
Then it dawned on me.  There comes a time when you learn to say,
"Oh my word, sweetie, that is so kind of you...but you know..that's jus' not in my box of givens.  
We've all got a set...and a limit, funny thing is lots of times we forget about the limits and keep on tryin on stuff that's just not a fine fit.  

Lessons come until you learn'um...or realize how awkward you look tryin.