battle…

Sigh…….❤️

emily2jane

Edited Art by: emily2jane

Stare accordingly without emotion,

Stand ridged without exuding feelings,

Sit proper without releasing breaths.

Always on your best behavior,

Never getting to rest.
Never wearing your true self nature.

Pampered is exasperation,

Wrapped in wealth,

While killing God’s creation,

Of life’s true uniqueness,

Creativity and Beauty,

In one’s personality.

Pamper

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Ooooh, Ahhhh, Shiny

My daughters future mother in law held a very nice bridal shower for her this last week end. The food and company was tops. Her home is spacious and comfortable, but still, I couldn’t help thinking as I looked around at everyone’s restrained and sedate demeanor that on the inside they all were going like this.

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I know I was, and I did hear a few whispers of having anniversary showers by the older ladies in the crowd. And why not? I am sure they have given their share of gifts over the years, and who doesn’t want a new vegetable grater now and then.

I personally would go for a new set of matching anything.

Well maybe no, because upon contemplation, I do kinda like my mismatched, hodge podge, surprise me belongings just the way they are. For the may be tattered and used, slightly cracked or patched back together, but they have history and stories to tell, just as my daughters shiny new things will someday.

So I guess we could have anniversary showers, and gather together to oooh and ahhh over the treasures one as accumulated over the course of a marriage. It might be truly fun, and revitalizing to have a show and tell.

Hum……I wonder🤔

Nah, it wouldn’t work, because often ones treasures may glisten and glimmer with sparkles of love for them, but to others, they just look like a pile of junk.

Sigh….I think I will  have to pass on that possible public spectacle if I want to keep my illusions of grandeur.

Still, with that in mind, I now wish upon my daughter the happiness of a day far in future, when all her shiny new things have transformed into a radiant pile of junk.

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It moved me Bob

“For the dark places of the earth are full of the haunts of cruelty.”

No reason for the above quote from proverbs other than the truth of it just resonates deep for me. I guess because it makes me so very thankful for grace; to be living in the light.

For the Spirit of light is a constant within, softly illuminating, no matter how thick the surround of darkness.

Nevertheless, it is time to make some changes in my life, because for far too long I have been pinioned by my fears.

The fear of being lost and alone in the unknown,

The fear of the cruelty of humanity,

The abject fear of failure.

Then just the other day, the consideration of non-existence skittered across my mind. Briefly yes, but shocking nonetheless.

At first I laughed, then I cried, what can I say, it moved me Bob 🍅

This has never happened consciously before, and I truly have no intention or desire to end my sojourn here on earth, but still, I cannot, and should not, ignore this anomaly.

Thus it is time.

For I am ready.

I am willing.

I am wanting.

I am not sure how.

I am not sure where.

But I must, and buts are the pivots of life.

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Solutions

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I have this unreasonable dislike of dirty windows. However, I also have a completely reasonable dislike of cleaning them. So I suffer. I know, I know, I should just look through the window, not at them, but I just can’t. I did say I was unreasonable.

Anyhow, I have now come up with a solution that does not involve solutions of the squeaky clean kind, I have discovered the loveliness of window stickers.

They give the window an additional dimension, and along with the accumulated haze, create an illusion in my mind that I am inside a dream, and the outside over there does not exist. 😌 and how completely reasonable and necessary it is, to be able to escape now and then……….

Ps. Perhaps I should include that this is also a good excuse solution for not taking down the holiday decorations 😏

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The Culprit

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The vines mysteriously died and the pumpkins were left to fend for themselves. Obviously not all of them made it to maturity 😑

Well today I suspect the culprit has been found…….hum 🙄

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But who can blame her? That fence was enough to stop the challenged chickens, but no way was it keeping out a rogue rabbit 😝

c’est la vie

There is always next year to grow the giantest pumpkin in world!!!!

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