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.

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.......................

How time flies

It's almost two years since I placed this place of rest and repose here. I decided to come by today and decorate. I've never really been a fancy material sort of person so you won't see a great deal of that. What you will see is a perfect picture of how I see myself.

No matter how many times we pass by the little ball of stuff atop a thin slender stem we are compelled to pluck the little wonder hold it in our hands and just blow. Instantly countless little parts of the whole are pushed out into the open air and carried by the wind.

I'm not a fragile soul my roots run deep but occasionally I am grasped by and unknown hand and shaken by the wind.

Did they know that what they were doing was not destroying me but multiplying the little plant?

Oh what a dandy-lion!

We don't really notice the small yellow flower of the dandeloins humble beginnings. Children pick them as flowers. Adults just call them weeds.

Yellow somehow became associated with being a coward and so in it's beginning the dandy little lion seems without courage but not so for it's roots are deep and stubborn.

Sit down for awhile and think about it. There is a lot of wisdom in God's "lion tooth."