Innocence


The ages of innocence

I watch them play

Carefree and unafraid

No worries today

They talk of their battles

Their games and their fun

They run wild and dance

Both inside and in the sun

There isn’t a worry

There isn’t a care

No one whining

About how life isn’t fair

Oh how I wish

Everyone could see

These children of innocence

And how loving they can be

 

 

 

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May you have hope, kindness, passion and peace in your day


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May your day be filled with hope, and may you actually see the actualization of those hopes fulfilled.

May there be a kindness and compassion in your heart and those around you.

May there be patience and a peace within your soul as you venture out into the humanity.

I send out the hope, kindness, patience and peace prayer into the universe and pray it stretches beyond this universe.

I hope it is felt by all.

I am thankful to be alive.

I know I am completely flawed and that I am doing all that I can to find hope, peace, patience and kindness within myself so that I may attempt to be a better human. The struggle is real. Life is always a challenge but it’s how we choose to handle it. I haven’t handled a lot of things well lately. I am working on changing that.

So my prose of hope is one for everyone that is reading this and also for myself and all of those that I love.

Keep Hope Alive!

Have a fabulous day!

 

 

 

Fabulously Gracelessness and my freak light


Fabulous Gracelessness has a freak light. It attracts all sorts of interesting humans. From the completely interesting to the why in the name of mother earth are you telling me your life story from DNA up?!

The other night the boy and I were in a local store. We were checking out the $5 films and an older gentleman was picking up several movies at a time and looking at them. My mistake was asking if he was looking for a particular one and trying to distract the boy from looking at all the toys… seriously didn’t see all the toys right next to the videos, evil marketing people.

The gentleman sees the boy, smiles, and tells me he is only “just looking.” He then proceeds to tell me about how he left his glasses in the car so he had to put them close to his face and mimicked squinting and being silly. We laughed. Then he told the history of his visual degeneration throughout his life. He was 75, because of course, he told me. I could only do laps with the boy in the cart for so long in that area, and between his eye surgery/accident stories and the boy’s “oooo look at that toy mommy” I ended up with 3 movies and skedaddled out of that area as quickly as possible.

I apparently wasn’t paying attention to everything he said because I we saw him a few minutes later and he said, “Such a funny story I’m glad you enjoyed it too!” I just laughed and pushed the cart into the feminine hygiene isle. Usually they won’t follow you over there.

Of course I have had my fair share of freaky encounters there too. Once my friend and I were grabbing something from the area and this, um, lady, asked me very loudly what she needed to make her “privates stop itching inside, ya know?” After questioning her to make sure she didn’t need another type of product, we got her in the right area and tried to escape. She came up behind us gasping from running to “catch up to y’all to jus’ thank you so much for helping her cause no one ever tole her anythin and we was jus so niceeeee”. We could not pay fast enough and the cashiers were dying laughing because she just kept on talking and everyone in the front part of the store soon knew about her yeast infection. Oh yes.

Fly your freak flag proudly but please don’t share all with folks!

There are some things Everyone doesn’t Need to know! Trust me on this!

As I was checking out and discussing what the boy and I needed to do, the cashier started talking to the boy, asking his age, etc. He was of course obliging and talking to her, the flirt, and she started talking about how she was expecting… some sudden switch flipped on and she began this stream of conscious speaking about everything that could have possibly happened since she took the test to “tell you that you’re going to have a baby”.

By the time we left I could only pray the boy wouldn’t ask too many questions as I had to redirect her babble midstream as I could see some things being said I really didn’t want to have to explain to a 5 year old! Fortunately he had movies and a small candy, distraction at checkout, to focus on.

Sometimes people really need to pay attention to who is around them when they go sharing.

At least the boy gets that people seem to just talk to mommy about anything and to not worry unless I get worried.

So I am hoping to have a relatively “share free” weekend and hopefully my freak light won’t burn too brightly!

Hence, the keep hope alive! I’m going to need it!

Have a fabulous day!

 

Heartaches


Sometimes life takes turns and twists you never expected.

When you are young you think you are invincible and nothing can really hurt you. As we age we may learn that the opposite is true.

I say we may learn because some don’t and others don’t care.

We learn how precious life is.

How much loving someone can hurt no matter what you do to save yourself from heartache.

You can’t save yourself from heartache, not really.

I can’t see living life without experiencing some heartache.

It is a part of Living.

Heartache comes in many forms.

To me, the most intense is one in which a relationship is lost with another person. No matter what kind of relationship it is, be it lover, friend or family, when it ends in heartache you feel like your whole world has shifted.

For some people, these shifts may not move them deeply. It may move them in other ways but they don’t seem to be as fazed by it as others.

It makes me wonder if their heart was truly in it or if they just don’t feel the way that others feel.

I have seen others crippled by heartache.

I have seen others loose themselves through heartache.

I have seen them also rise again.

Most of them.

Sometimes heartache can consume them to the point of no longer being able to go on.

I know I have lived through my share of heartaches.

I have been so crippled and broken that I felt I could not go on.

There have been times when I felt like I couldn’t make it another day.

Sometimes I wasn’t sure if I would make it another minute.

Heartaches, for me, come in the form the ending of a relationship, rather through choice, or not, of a person or through the death of someone.

I have found through the heartache I find hope.

If I get through the heartache I find a new layer to myself.

I find another dimension of my soul.

A miss and a slip


Sometimes I miss a step.

Something important, something crucial.

Sometimes I don’t see it until it’s too late.

I have no one to blame but myself.

Blame it on life?

Life is constant it keeps going.

I’m the one who is supposed to be paying attention.

But I slip.

Sometimes it feels like I am falling off the rim of the Grand Canyon into infinity.

In missing a step, in my slipping, I miss life happening.

I miss visits, calls and texts.

I miss out on those moments I wish I had back.

I miss out on everything and nothing.

I am still living life but now it may be altered in some way.

Now it may be different for me.

All because I missed a step.

I slipped.

Tuesday after Springing forward


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Waking up to the second day of the work week after the springing forward is always a challenge.

Life seems to come at you with full force, adding a few new surprises as a bit of a bang for your buck.

I work to find my happy place. Sleep, wildflowers, music and laughter. Playing and hugs.

Then the phone rings and I am slapped back into this reality.

But it lingers there, my happy place.

I know that I will make it through the day as I am a survivor.

I keep hope alive.

Lately I also ingest a lot of caffeine. It’s worth it to get things done.

Plus it’s the day to do all those extra bangs from yesterday and put the others in the tomorrow pile… you never know Ed McMahon could show up at my door! If he’s still around! Or in ghost form, whichever! Just bring me the check!

Have a fabulous day!

Wildflowers


I am like the wildflowers.

The manicured look is not for me.

My garden is the world I live in wherever that may be.

I’m told they are weeds, just useless flowers that aren’t meant for anything.

I find them beautiful.

A wildflower from a child given is something of beauty.

Yet some see them in a different light.

I love how they are free to grow wherever they land.

I would rather have wildflowers than vases of roses.

I see myself in their simplicity.

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