To Answer Questions

Almost a month ago I was on track and handling life as it came, then in the blink of an eye that changed. What changed, where have I been, why have I been avoiding you, and most importantly who hid the charger chord to my laptop?

Life throws us many curve balls; some we see coming and we do not swing at. Some we don’t see coming and find ourselves looking back as the ball passes to see nothing but the catcher smiling. That would be me, looking back at one ugly catcher. To answer your questions though…

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Define Life? Or What Reminds You.

“Out of sync and out of time,” is my next bumper sticker. I now realize this defines me at the present, been too long and I’m out of practice with a real life. But then what is a real life? What defines that definition of life?

After completing my first week strapped to a PC solving roof connecting to walls and does that wall look right to you, my life went on hold.  I forgot what defined me as a living person. Thankfully, I have people around me who knew I needed reminding.

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Is The Sky Falling?

2003 Kentucky Ice Storm

I have sat down several times to write a post with no luck. My schedule has already given way to, “The sky is falling.” Many factors have led to the non-post on Monday and difficulty Tuesday. Is the sky falling?

Yesterday was taken up by 3 simple little distractions; snow, phone and puke. Not entirely in that order. The southern snow storm played havoc with Ms. Twisters travel plans, in fact she ended up driving to her destination. Thank heavens it was a mere 5 hour, snow-free trip.

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Do You Have Christmas Memories?

Yesterday I read a post by my blogging buddy Flowering Mama. Where she related how thankful she was for her country neighbors and it left an impression. I began to think about Christmas memories. Do you have Christmas memories?

I am not talking about those traditions we all go through year after year but memories. What pops in your head first when you think of Christmas past? Is it a gift, a place, a relative, maybe just a simple sense like the smell of pine?

As I spent the afternoon battling this cold, a pattern emerged. I began to realize my memories were nothing like what I expected. What I was remembering were not gifts or any monetary asset I had been bestowed but rather true Christmas memories.

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Do You Have Ice Memories?

The memory of ice, yes my memory of ice. We are currently being warned of an impending ice storm and just the mention of this flooded my mind with memories. Have you ever experienced an ice storm?

The first ice storm I survived was major. A solid sheet of 1” thick ice covered everything by morning, though you do not sleep much in an ice storm. The first thing you notice will be the sound.

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My Purge and You Need to Know…

Do you ever have one of those mornings where you know what you want to say but the words elude the page? One where, no matter how hard you try or how fast you type you just can’t seem to catch them?

After several hours now I’ve decided to give up trying to catch them. To you my lovely followers I need to say a few things and for myself I need to purge a few things. Rather than type out formed paragraphs please accept my bullet points for the day.

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How Random Can One Morning Be?

The randomness of Tuesday. A thought process, a method to the means, if you will, of which a daily plan is born. For me in two hours it has become the randomness of a rainy day. Can you pickle a brain?

Random thought #1: A comment from yesterday’s outing still lingering heavy on my mind. “One person cannot make a difference.” “Since when?” my brain responded. The comment was from a youth in our fair country who believes this. “Sad,” I thought. Guess they did not catch CCN’s hero episode. Where these not all one person who choose to make a difference?

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Are You An Impressionist Painter?

When I look in the mirror there I see a broken reflection. The image of fused pixels all forced into a blurry shape. Little spots of color, slowly melting together emerging as one fuzzy composition.

“Mirror, mirror, on the wall?”

Emotions have pixilated this image. Some obscured by the weight of the world, some self induced and some just left over paint, all blurring what now we see. Are we impressionist’s?

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Status Update: M.I.A.

I don’t know if you noticed, but I have been M.I.A. It is a conscience choice. It seems a crossroads has been hit here in the world of rainbows. Soul searching, chasing shadows and hearing noises, is where I am. Have you noticed me M.I.A.?

Storm clouds have gathered, I cannot find my foul weather gear and my power just went out. A metaphor for my being right now, thus the self imposed hiatus.

I hope you will bear with me while I weather the storm, find my way and the words return. In the meantime I offer you music…



Peace my children….

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The Devious One; Do You Know Him?

One of the first days of Indian summer, take a stroll. Dressed for the uncertainty of day she left the realm of safety. Was it, “Safe” she muttered, snickering in a smug sort of way as she pulled the door shut.

The sound of a door closing she knew well. That numbing sound of swish, suck, click and then, silence. Her hand lingered on the knob and for a second the thought of reentering crossed her mind. “Come on, this warmth won’t last forever.”

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Do You Have Stormy Dreams...

She dreamt of storm clouds. Clouds of towering, bellowing shades of gray that escalate into oblivion and can overtake the soul. Ominous clouds of vision that darken all in which we see and in her dream she was longing for...

Deep within the realm of sleep, she sat solely. Eyes focused squarely on the distant horizon she watched as her dark clouds grew. As if on cue and sensing the wonder in her eyes, toward her across the sky the storm did ramble. 

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Do You Know a Nefarious Thief?

In the quite of the morning she knew. With dew drops glistening and the songs birds singing she knew and darkness fell upon her. Over night her world had become merely to duck and cover. “When and how did I become this silent victim?” she thought.

The night had allowed a nefarious thief to creep in and take all that had been so real to her and then vanish. “I do not want folks to pity me,” she thought as emptiness filled her soul. She tried to scream, “I will not give you credence,” but the evil had left its mark.

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Do You Hear a Rythmic Chant?

I long to just become still. To quiet my wandering ways, take time out and merely be. I seek the ability to explore my soul and revel in all that I have been. Forever doomed I wander and the universe calls my name. Move; forever move. Where does stillness really lie? 

With the whisper of the universe I shutter but continue on my way. There is no place I truly can call home and no place to be just me. With the dawning of the sun I arrive, watch silently from a far and then with darkness I am gone. Can you tell I was even there?

With the wandering comes solitude, no friend’s can I simply call. I smile at you, I kiss your feet but loneliness is what I see. Never noticing you walk past leaving footprints etched in sorrow. I will cover up your sorrow, erase away the footprints and with the setting of the sun, slip away. Am I not your friend?

I enunciate no words of wisdom but rather call to you with a rhythmic chant. I chant for you to listen, to hear my calming lull. Close your eyes, breath slowly; allow my cadence to answer the questioning of your soul. Can I not be the rhythm of your being?

This description is what I though of  when I saw the picture above. The wave to me reflects the stillness we all long to have. When we are not still it is as though we forgot our way home. Not finding home leaves us with the sorrow of solitude, but if we listen…

Close our eyes, breath slow and hear the rhythmic chant; I feel certain its cadence will calm our questioning souls.

Because if you don't listen...

Today may you actually listen to and hear your very own rhythmic chant.

Peace….

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