changes

turn around. yes, the world is constantly spinning, rotating, and mutating all around us. change is constant.

if nothing stays the same, nothing changes.

WHEW! yes. i have been making changes. small to some - maybe later they will appear to bigger than imagined. adding routine to my life. y'know, the things that need to stay constant amid the constant change. those every day, ordinary seemingly mundane tasks that very few LIKE to do? the dishes that always seem to pile up? the never ending laundry? hopefully, these a little routine will help control the chaos.

who woulda thunk it but by keeping things the same and in order it would lead to change? changing thoughts, patterns, and outlooks. and yes. all of that leads to more enjoyment of the finer things life can offer

THINK ABOUT IT....


Over two hundred years ago, our country was founded ... And our founding fathers were able to create the the documents that govern our world today without the Internet.  and now our politicians sit in meetings to discuss the meaning - and the intent of thse words.

in these shoes?

cue the music: in these shoes?

takes many shoes to walk the walk and stand on your own feet.

there are times when running barefoot and fancy free, toes digging into a sandy beach are fun. BUT there are times when adequate protection is necessary to ensure that those feet can still support our bodies.  Proper footwear is also important when navigating the messy terrains of our planet.. and we don't step in doggie doo.

got cold feet? just find a pair of boots - UGGS, hiking... lace them up.. and just DO it.

the race of life has started - make sure the laces are tied - we don't want to trip. Although when we stumble we just need to get back up and tie a stronger knot!

don't lose the beat

we got the beat

we all have an innate rhythm to our lives that dictates the daily cadence of our day. from here to there to everywhere we have a thump thump thumping that keeps us going from morning to night and and back again. and into our dreams the beat goes on..

 the early morning bleats of our alarm clocks... or the steady blare of noise.... that jolts us from our slumber.. (or maybe its music that quietly comes on)  starts our internal rhythm that tells us what needs to be done, where we need to be .. how.. how.. how. are we gonna get it all done.

from the morning gurgles of the coffee percolating and our cereal crackling at us.. we all march to our cadence.

when that beat is lost, when we skip a beat..
the cadence is lost.
we lose focus on the priorities. of the what, how, why & whens.
sometimes the beat is not lost but are marching to the beat of someone else's drum...losing focus.

go ahead.bang on your own drum. find your rhythm ... focus.

can i be happy now?

(cue the music: Bon Jovi - Happy Now)

Maybe when we stop expecting the other shoe to drop , we can begin to be happy. It seems that we are always waiting for something to go wrong that interrupts our inner peace (or is that piece?) and our quest for happiness. 


Is that piece missing or is it an add-on?  Is happiness what we have when we lose that extra baggage and finally are able to say enough?  Or is it when we ad the pieces of flair or sparkle and bring the pieces of meaning into our daily lives?


I don't want to live in constant fear of what one piece will do to drag out my sparkle or diminish my dreams.  Where is that buffing cloth? Need to get the shine on.  I am in charge of our dreams - and then my destinies. 


When the shoe drops - I want to be able to pick it up, put it back on my foot,  stand tall , and keep walking with my head held high. And sparkle.


Then just scream out loud.  can i be happy now? 

starshine

stars above.
shining down upon me.
sparkling. twinkling, glittering

they are confetti in the sky.
swirling, twirling, shining
upon my face.

capturing time

time.

where does it go when we use it up? 

we can never get it back - we can glimpse back at time past. 

in the moments caught in photographs ~ a moment caught forever in time.

a toothy grin. a double chin. 

teardrops falling. 

grasping hands. 

we cannot hold onto it. 

like a balloon we grasp  and hold tightly. 

but it slips from our hands. 

and floats upward. until it fades from view. 

we grab another balloon.