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June 19, 2007
Fiddler crabs are smarter...
You said... "I don't know that I like change sometimes, it's way too painful."
That's very true... most of us would rather stay in the misery we know than step out and take a chance on the joy we don't know... that's a peculiar thing... and it reaches further than emotional wellbeing... it applies to every aspect of life... like being content to make it from paycheck to paycheck, juggling bills, watching loved ones in need... rather than stepping out and tackling something new (like my Shaklee) that has the potential to make a dramatic change in the financial area of my life... if I don't do it, things stay like they are... and if I do, they'll either get better or not, but they won't get worse... seems like it'd be a no-brainer... but we humans tend to like to stay in our shells, even when they get too tight... fiddler crabs are smarter... lol...
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'Nuff Said
Last night as we were drifting off to sleep, my wonderful husband said, "It's nice to be married."
"It sure is," I answered.
And then sleep took us to sweet dreams.
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June 11, 2007
a flower child in the seventies....
for Brit...
She stood there in her sandals and bell-bottom blue jeans... widely flared legs covered in dozens of hours of painstaking hand embroidery depicting rolling hills, trees, flowers, a boy and girl running hand in hand around the bottom of one leg... and a hill dotted with tiny figures at the feet of three crosses on the other leg... wearing a man’s thin white cotton tank tee-shirt... the old-fashioned kind that her grandfather wore... her blonde hair hanging nearly to her waist in two Indian braids ... red bandana tried around her head like an Indian head-band... silver and turquoise bracelets and rings adorned her wrists and fingers... huge hoop earrings with home-made peace signs fashioned of brown wire hung from her ears... skin browned with the sun... no make-up but the glow of youth and a touch of mascara to darken the eyelashes that were naturally as blonde as her hair... a coloring book in one hand... box of crayons in the other... leather wine-skin filled with water hanging over her shoulder... and she waited on the curb for a taxicab that only charged 50 cents to take her across town to where she wanted to go... her destination the grassy wildflower-filled median that separated the two lanes of traffic going into and leaving town... who can say now why that spot appealed to her... but it did... and when she arrived... she settled herself down on the grass... in the midst of an ocean of summer color and the buzzing of honeybees... and gave herself over to the simple pleasure of coloring the pages before her... feeling the breeze brush over her arms and face... the sun warming her and painting another layer of color on exposed skin... glancing up now and then at an occasional car going past... with the delight and pleasure that came from a mind at ease with herself and the world around her... her mother said she was the original flower child... minus the drugs....
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June 7, 2007
alone in the crowd...
Another response to "reader's requests".... this one is for Misty...
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I look out my umpteenth floor window onto a blanket of trees... every shade of green imaginable... and one stands out... a huge old magnolia tree... covered in white blossoms... visible even from this height and distance... one tree that stands alone in the crowd...
At a beach last summer in Virginia, I walked the shore line and came upon a spectacle that made me laugh out loud... hundreds... no, thousands of conch shells as far as I could see.. fat ones, skinny ones, small ones, medium ones, big ones, even a few very large ones... and I thought I’d hit the gold mine until I realized that they all seemed to be occupied by hermit crabs... and I couldn’t bring myself to steal anyone’s home... so I left them where they lay... and as I walked slowly through them... taking pictures... watching them scitter and scatter... one remained... unmoved... unoccupied... alone in the crowd... until I picked it up and took it home...
She fancies herself invisible... imagines that no one sees her... no one knows her... that she is part of the picture but not part of the substance... that if tomorrow the “without a trace” detectives came here, showing her photograph and asking, have you seen this woman... there would be no one who remembered... even tho for twenty years she has stood in the same place... wrapping their purchases... counting their change... she feels... alone in the crowd...
He walks in the door... takes a seat... spirits temporarily rising with the music... waits... spirits dropping swiftly... watches life swirling around him... gazes brushing past and through him... words sounding around him... laughter... animation... a little anger across the room somewhere... the waitress takes his order without making eye contact, all the while looking around her to see who’s leaving, who’s coming in, whose glass is empty, whose plate is sliding across the table, what she needs to do, where she needs to be next... and he realizes no one knows he is here... no one will know when he leaves... and he feels... alone in the crowd....
And yet... no one is ever truly alone in the crowd... God is there... our Father... our King... our Lord... our Savior... He goes everywhere with us... the good places and the bad... waiting to be noticed... longing to be reached out to... asking to be loved.... to be wanted...
We... sometimes... fancy ourselves invisible... alone in the crowd... and yet if we only looked up to Him... we’d see we never are...
And He... in all His glory... all His wonder... all His splendor... too often truly is alone in the crowd....
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June 5, 2007
the missing cookbook...
Inquiring GRITS wanted to know... so I thought and thought and thought...and I finally figured out where the missing cookbook went...
Aliens took it....
No, my dog ate it...
Not the big one... the little one... Minnie, that little four-pounds soaking wet dollbaby... yeah, that’s it... Minnie ate it... okay... gotta write this down so they’ll know... ouch!!!! stubbed my toe again... well, phooey... okay... roll the chair back... get situated... pull the keyboard tray out where I can reach it... lean wayyyyyy forward and start typing... hit the print key... turn toward the printer... ouch!!!! banged my knee... wipe away the tears... back up... lean wayyyyyy foward to retrieve my paper from the printer... ohhhhhhhhh, my aching back... roll back... turn to my desk... ouch!!!!! hit my ankle... uh, oh... the phone is ringing... turn... slide over... ouch!!!! banged my shin again... reach wayyyyyyyyyyy across for the phone... turn to grab a pen... ouch!!!!! there goes my toe again... and I suddenly realize why I’ve been covered in bruises for months... and why I can never, ever, ever get my legs and feet under my desk... it’s the missing cookbook... in pieces and chapters... in illustrations and photos... in boxes... under my desk... waiting to be finished and put together....
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