God helps those who help themselves...my wand please!

The other day I stopped and took a look at my face. I almost didn't recognize it. The eyes were tired and I had to look closer because I just couldn't seem to locate my eye-lashes. But I think it was the lips that got to me. I thought, "where the heck is my dang face?" Then it dawned on me, the prayers were were workin' but God(dess) helps those who help themselves.
Ahhh, the magic wand,  Lipstick...thank you and Amen!

Ode to a coffe-maker...

Coffee makers are a little like really good friends. You learn them..you know their nuances and you adapt to their whims. Coffee makin' is an art/science-ish, kinda mix. Temperature, brewing time, measurement (I have an old pickle jar I use to make sure just the right amount of water goes into the mix...doubt I could make coffee without it). That being said...no K-cups for me. Oh I was seduced...for about a month...but there is no give and take...no relationship. I will miss my dear old friend...but I will find another. Thank you for all you gave.

Decisions...decisions

Right in the middle of having a little hissy fit...something told me that I had a choice...that I could squash it ...or keep going. Choices abound.

Word of the day...Resolve

re·solve n.

1. Firmness of purpose; resolution: 2. A determination or decision; a fixed purpose: 

I've been looking everywhere for it.  I had it, I remember...it felt strong.  

Now...it appears to be missing.

Perhaps I held on to it a little to tight.  Perhaps I crushed it and it slipped through my fingers like sand.

Resolve can turn into dogma if one isn't careful, perhaps I simply released it.

 

Pssssttttt...Over Here!

I have been looking for something, something I thought I could actually "see" in the last place I put it.

But dag gone, it just wasn't there. I've lost sleep over it...gotten up in the night and looked elsewhere, rambled through my drawers and looked on my hats (cause I like to pin things on my hats) Nope.

Then this morning I was looking for a blouse I didn't need to iron (because everything I own has a wrinkle or ten) when I noticed I had hung about four of them over my jean jacket. (I never wear my jean jacket anymore and hangers are scarce in my closet).

I started to just throw on a sweater when I thought...oh heck, just put that jacket on over the wrinkled mess....and there it was!! Thank you Miss Universe...I'll sleep better tonight.

The Apple of My Eye...

If we did not know intrinsically that something might produce negative consequences, it would be a pleasure…not a temptation.  You know the feeling – Book of Lurlene 4:10

I happen to really enjoy Gary Zukav, author of The Dancing Wu Li Masters and The Seat of the Soul, a much more readable collection of insights and the physics of energy and karma.  During the Lenton season I started rereading some of his work on karma , attraction and choice.  I stumbled upon (like there is coincidence) this helpful (to me) explanation of temptation. 

"Temptation is the Universe’s compassionate way of allowing you to run through what w/could be a harmful negative karmic dynamic if you were to allow it to become physically manifest.   It is the energy through which your soul is given the gracious opportunity to have a dry run at a life lesson. “

I know I am forever imagining the proverbial domino effect…always weary of the unintended and the clean up on Isle three.   

Anticipation is kinda sexy...I think

I have been riding around with one of those pages from a magazine with the sniff strip of this perfume for well over a year now. I swear I can still smell it if I hold it by the corner and give it a full swipe from left to right.
I tell myself to just go on out to Stony Point and buy the darn stuff...but then a little voice says...but then what? So I just keep sniffin' and anticipating and lookin' like a druggie to the folks in the car next to me. Plus, I don't like gittin' everything I want right away.