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It has been a week of general "repairs".   They don't make stuff like they used to.  My mom's 1959 Frigidaire has only been moved to the back porch..still hummin' along.  Two "new" refrigerators have come and gone in that time, each lasting about ten years.   That's about the life of things made these days.  But here's the line I love..."they don't make parts for this one no more".   Made me think about gettin' older, I guess one day some young doctor is gonna take a look at me and say...They just don't make parts to fix what's wrong with you! 

Perfect

I often feel that a prayer needs to be perfect in word and precise in meaning.

Crafted so that there can be no mistake in my heartfelt request.

That being said,  I have often found myself stiffened and my words measured…choking the natural out of the process. 

I seem to do that in many areas of my life, judging and hesitating, when all that is needed is the gentle reminder that prayer is a mosaic of heart and soul

 The utterance need not make perfect sense for the intention already does.

Still Waiting?

I'm guilty...there are things I put off...just waiting for the perfect time, the right moment. I always have a reason for not doing, going, beginning. It's differen't from procrastination, I hesitate when I think I might be misunderstood, when my ego is on the line. These hesitations back up in my heart and I feel the fear. All I can say is to begin..and the Universe will show you the path. Have a wonderful weekend all!

Late Bloomer...

I was never a "pretty" girl,in the classical sense of the word, but I smiled a lot...and laughed...a lot, and developed this quirky style that has gotten me through some very challenging times. I don't think we ever stop comparing ourselves to others in some shape, form, or fashion (literally). But we all adjust and settle in. This morning, for whatever reason I woke up with this little message from Miss Universe. You are Dah-vine! Have a great Tuesday, Sisters.

Two's company....three's an arguement

I'm sorry...

I've been thinking a lot about apologies...and how sometimes they turn into justifications.

What to....Where?

My Daddy used to tell me..."Never let thinking that you "don't have anything to wear" keep you from showing up. Folks might...or might not remember what you wore...but they will remember how good it was to be with you.
Never let an "outfit" be the reason you didn't go." I remind myself of those words all the time. They're Part of the reason I developed my quirky style...I may look mismatched...but I'm here!
Now go put a pin on it and have a great time!

And BINGO was his name-o

Sometimes it feels like even the "free" spot comes with a price. But you know, when things line up...it's a really good feelin'. Here's wishin' you a BINGO kinda day!