Let Me Tell You One Thing

  Life in the fast lane gets more interesting everyday as I see the faces zoom by, a blur that passes me while all the time I am wondering what is happening behind that blur of faces.    What is the pain and the disappointments they are running from? It is all too vivid. Rather than seeing what the rush is accomplishing, I am seeing a highway filled with people who are unfocused, unproductive, and absolutely exhausted.   The final rest must come soon, or else, the spot I have chosen to sit upon along this road, along this fast lane, will have no impact.   I just want the blur of runners to see that it is possible to sit along the lane, and watch the fools rush by.    If they perchance glance my way, I can raise my hand and wave and hope that they will connect with a stationary person long enough to see the smile I am giving to them.

  If only I could see a red bird lighting on a tree, h ow very happy I would be! When I look out my window pane, there is no green or sun, it's insane! The summer is gone and the leaves are grounded, the mirth in my heart has been impounded. The sky has wept bitterly for days on end, overcast dripping is all it will lend. The lurking Covid has kept us down, the sky keeps it's constant frown. If only I could see one cardinal perched in a tree, the contrasting red to see;  I would get up from the depths of despair and know there is hope somewhere! If only...

Presume or Assume When I wake each day, I presume. I presume that today will be much like yesterday. The sun will rise, the oceans will wave. When I wake each day I presume. I presume I will procrastinate. I will drag my feet and bide my time. On the other hand: When I wake each day I assume. I assume that others know my thoughts. They will know I love them even though I don't tell them. When I wake each day I assume. I assume that if you know me you will like me You will look into my soul and know me. In the definition of presume and assume, Presumptions are based upon probability.  Assumptions are based upon feeling. Presumptions and assumptions are not cousins. When you read this, I presume you will understand  even if not interested. I assume you will find it thoughtful even if not entertaining.   

 No matter our circumstances, life is a gift. No matter our circumstances, we must shift. Shift to slow gear and then back into drive. Watching each crossroad, that we make it alive. Throwing all our cares to Him He never leaves us hanging on a limb. No matter our circumstances, life is gift. No matter our circumstances, we must shift.

     By Waylon Elmer Day      The last time I saw mama I knew the time was near. Her body had just given out on her and she was ready for that new body. On another visit I had asked her if she was ready to go and she said, “I am so ready!” On that last visit I whispered in her ear, “Mama we will all be alright. I love you and I know you have always loved me.” Kelly told me that all during that day mama would say, “Wait.” Kelly said she asked her if she was talking to her or “them” and she said, “them.” I think she was waiting for me to say goodbye. I sat there that night thinking that it was probably the last time I would see mama alive and what that meant. I told her one time years ago that the world would be a lot less interesting without her in it. She had me repeat that twice. She was such a unique and complex individual that influenced so many lives. Her passing was sad and left a large void, but it was not a tragedy. She was a child of God and had such a clear belief of eternity

 November 16 2020 A small little wren has occupied my front porch ledge, no nest, just the ledge, and comes there to sleep nightly.  He has been doing this for many years, possibly five or more, and does nothing else there except sleep.   He gets in a certain corner, tucks his head in his wing and he is down for the night.  I often turn on the porch light to check and make sure he is there.  He almost always is there.  There are some nights he does not come to my porch to sleep, and I wonder where he is.  He is beginning to feel like one of the family.  In fact, when I have family in the evening, they check to see if  the wren is there.  It brings a comforting feeling to me when he does. I assume that this wren has made this place his home base, his go to so to speak.  What an example he is to me in light of the fact that I think about home and home base and where if feels like home.  I can name you a few things that make home feel like home.   It feels like home when the things I have

 During 2020 from the beginning of January until now ( November 14, 2020) things have been in an upside down place for me.  After three years of adjusting and managing the death of my lifelong mate I had ( since I was 13) I had finally come to terms that this is what my life would be without him.  His death took my breath for about three years.  I was someplace breathing air, but it did not feel like life.  I had worked very hard to grieve healthily and feel I did and I am.  It will always be a continual process for us to expand our brain into believing that anything can be normal again after the loss of someone you love and have loved since a young teenager.   I could make humorous remarks about my husband's exit, he always wanted to leave events early and had little patience with lingering after an acceptable time at an event.  I was a lingerer and often wanted to socialize or talk with someone particularly.  We eventually sometimes chose to drive different vehicles to events, bu

 My last blog was called "A Dread Ahead".  Well it came on October 6, 2020.  My mother left this planet to take up a new residence in the presence of our Lord.  The pain of her absence and the finality of her death sucks the breath out me, decompressing my lungs..  My breathing space gets very small. This woman gave birth to me, she was in my life from the first instant of conception.  Now, she cannot be seen, she cannot be touched.  There is no way I can hug her again or look into her eyes and tell her I love her. Even as I  think about that, my lungs begin to ache. She was so much a part of who I am I find myself floundering to find how to stable myself.  She first comforted my brow as an infant.  She gave me milk from her breasts, bathed me, and kissed me.  She picked out pretty baby clothes for me.  She sat with me on the front porch to get fresh air and sunshine in the little squatty saw mill house we lived in when I was born.  She never for one minute ever made me think