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Friday, June 18, 2010

Friday Flash 55: Mill Tree Conspiracy


A branch caught the hem of her nightgown as she bolted from the woods. Leaves tore at her hair as she dipped too late beneath the Pine just beyond the Gum. One single root exposed from the Weeping Willow snapped her limbs at the edge of the water. Falling like timber landing between the twisted trunk of the Cypress she lumbers.

Friday Flash 55: Telling the story falling at exactly 55..Check it out at G-Man where you can join in or just plain sit a spell and read the others.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Magpie Tales

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HERE

Friday, June 11, 2010

Friday 55 Good to the Last Drop

My first attempt at Friday 55! Lot's of fun you should try it! Just follow the link to
G-Man






I cannot tell where you're coming from

If I'm not sure where you've been

So share with me for just a while

And we may find we're kin




Just accept this cup of friendship

Stir me in with some time to brew

And we will solve our problems

Drowning out all but me and you.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

New Breeze

I haven't blown through here in a while now but I've started reading so many great writers who post on Blogger that I decided to come by and dust the place off a bit! It's so much easy to comment this way! If by chance anyone should find my quiet place just know it's just a resting spot so I don't post a lot here but who knows the wind may be changing! Also check out Jingle's place she's got some really beautiful awards for June!

You can find my other posts at My Alabaster Box.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Well Blow Me Down

You know some days I do pretty good at watching and listening and then some days I just get blown away. I mean I've got my feet firmly planted but sometimes my mind just gets slapped by a cold wind of absurdity that I just didn't see coming. I ask myself rhetorically and quite often "what in the world is this world coming to?" Knowing the answer ahead of time doesn't make it any easier to take when it finally hits.

You know that kind of day when you shiver from the blast but then your face heats up from shame that turns to flaming hot anger. It's amazing how cold and hot can be so intertwined. Dang I've shivered from both extremes, meaning I've been so hot I got cold chills and so cold that it burned.

The world would wish to keep you reeling between fluctuating tempers and we all fall prey to one side or the other once in awhile. You know what it's okay I think to be cold and hot sometimes. I believe it's when you try to mix the two and you find yourself in a mediocre state of lukewarm that trouble begins.

It's a result of attempting to please both sides and the man-pleaser just usually finds him/herself sitting the fence while the other two sides remain intact.

It can be "cold as ice" and/or "hot as hell" one we can experience now and prove because last I checked ice is cold but you know what if you leave it too long in one spot it will burn you. I've even heard the term "cold as hell" so I assume that hell is both right?

They say if you can't stand the heat get out of the kitchen so again with the references we have is the kitchen like hell I'm just asking cause that's where the coldest and hottest things I own reside. Curious to me both are associated with food. Guess we are what we eat?

There's a cool word hot off the press just sit and spell and see which one you feel.

Sunday, November 30, 2008

Winds of Change

Now that I'm old and I've been old long enough to know I can feel when things are changing. This fan here in my life doesn't oscillate but I've seen a great many that do turn side to side. They blow a little here and blow a little there and those kind never really seem to hit the right spot at the right time...and when stuff hits one of those oscillators stuff flies everywhere. Stuff hits my fan it just sticks right here. Every mess I make and every mess thrown at me just stays right here.

I wish everyone was like a box fan. Just find a place and firmly plant yourself. I catch a little dust every now and again but that's easily brushed aside. It does amaze me how dust can be so fine that you can hardly see the stuff and it hardly has any weight at all and yet cannot be blown by a fan. That dust just settles everywhere on the fan and clings.

The only thing that rattles fan dust is a duster. If you can ever just break the dust up the dust clumps will fly.

Somewhere is all the dust when it settles is a message....if you got the time sit a while enjoy the breeze...I won't turn on you....But winds are changing and dust that we are at least if we join together and cling to a good fan blowing a steady wind in one directon we'll make it to the right place.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Just Breathe

That's all there is to it just breathe. Just breathing is easier said than done when I think about it. If I don't think about it then it just sort of happens naturally but the minute I focus on my breathing I then realize what an extraordinary task that it really is. Let me just say that such thinking does not occupy a great deal of my time but more often these days these kinds of thoughts pop up during my day. Breathing is not as aggravating as when someone first pointed out to me that our tongues are actually too long for our mouths. Every time I think about that one my tongue gets a major cramp as I physically attempt to do what will happen just naturally without any effort IF I'm not thinking about it.

Maybe the world would be a better place if we just allowed those things that are natural to take care of themselves and concentrated a great deal more on the spiritual after all that's what really matters.....So just breathe on me Holy Spirit breathe.......................