sometimes

sometimes i need the same understanding and leeway i give others sometimes i need a raincheck not pressure sometimes i need someone to ask how i feel sometimes i need basic consideration sometimes i need a little lead time sometimes i need others to realize it's not about them sometimes i need someone to care...really care sometimes i need to be compensated with love sometimes i need help not more friggin' work sometimes i need to purge emotions and fatigue sometimes i just need....damn! moxee

Take this savoury tangerine sunset, hold it in your hands and splash it on your sadness ....

I saw you the other day … and it dawned on me that I don’t remember us ever saying goodbye, but I know that you’re gone and I miss our friendship. I wish that it didn’t have to end on such a sour sucky note but it did, I guess its true what they say everything has its season and reason.

The void our friendship left had me broken and I felt totally abandoned, (only for a minute) but I’m also a stronger paerson today because of the knowledge you’ve left with me, you’ve showed me there’s nothing I couldn’t do, be or have once I put my mind to it.

I only called today to say Thank You for the lessons learned, and I’ve appreciated each moment and valued our time - I wish you all the best that life and love will offer you.

Goodbye, unspoken words



*sending you love and light, now I'mma drop it

Dear Life,

Thank You that curiosity is endless

Autobiography in Five Short Chapters

Chapter 1




I walk down the street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I fall in.

I am lost ... I am helpless.

It isn't my fault.

It takes forever to find a way out.



Chapter 2



I walk down the same street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I pretend I don't see it.

I fall in again.

I can't believe I am in the same place.

But it isn't my fault.

It still takes a long time to get out.



Chapter 3



I walk down the same street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I see it is there.

I still fall in ... it's a habit.

My eyes are open.

I know where I am.

It is my fault.

I get out immediately.



Chapter 4



I walk down the same street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I walk around it.



Chapter 5



I walk down another street.







(There's a Hole in My Sidewalk) ~ Portia Nelson ~



















There are some holes that I fall into out of habits that are very hard to change, over the years negotiating the holes on the street has become easier, and for the most part I take a different street. Still, there are those difficult “what the effery?” times that I fall and stumble into a hole.

do you have a date for Valentines day? .... yes its the 14th of February

Dear Life,

Thank You for a place where unconditional love is given and received

We spend January walking through our lives, room by room, drawing up a list of work to be done, cracks to be patched. Maybe this year, to balance the list, we ought to walk through the rooms of our lives ... not looking for flaws, but for potential.


~Ellen Goodman

Friendships are not to be judged cause people are people (so they say). Granted people are human beings first and yes people make mistakes but when the effery hits the fan how do you know when to forgive, when to move on, and when to do both?




I’ll leave that up to you and your intuition.

Dear Life,

Thank you for new beginnings and another chance to get "it" right

May each day of 2013 bring happiness, love, a healthy lifestyle, good cheer, belly aching laughter, prosperity, a thankFull heart and sweet surprises ….

Promise yourself to accept life as it comes

and truly make each day special~~

to become more independent and more

willing to change ~~

to fill your life with special times,

and make your dreams come true.

~~~Deanna Beisser

 

 

(Promise Yourself)

 

 

I PROMISE

thoughts, prayers, love and light to those who lost loved ones this year ***never forget***

It’s the century’s last sequential date. For some, it represents luck (good or bad). For others, it’s a day of romance, engagements, weddings. For the rest of us, it’s just another Wednesday.

Regardless of your beliefs, enjoy your day!!!!!

being a parent is the most challenging, back breaking, completely daunting, you will never ever be fully prepared thing you can ever commit to....

Be Kinder than Necessary

"Be kinder than necessary because everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle." That quote is so good I wish I had written it myself but I didn’t, but for the longest time I've always identified with it and through this little reminder I am quicker to offer a smile when I make eye contact with strangers and generally more patient and kind.



A NYC Taxi driver wrote:
I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.



"Just a minute", answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.



After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90′s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940′s movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware. ‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, and then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated."



“Oh, you’re such a good boy,” she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drive through downtown?’ “It’s not the shortest way,” I answered quickly.



“Oh, I don’t mind,” she said. “I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.”



I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice. “The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.



‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked.



For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.



As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, “I’m tired. Let’s go now.”



We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a Small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her. I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.



‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse.



‘Nothing,’ I said



‘You have to make a living,’ she answered.



‘There are other passengers,’ I responded.



Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.



‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said.’ Thank you.’



I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.



I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once then driven away?




The point of the above story is to encourage you to be kinder than necessary to the people you meet. We are never too busy to be kind.

Smile and make it a great day,

Oh boy oh boy it’s a GIRL

Babies, babies everywhere ((except here))

Bag lady you gone hurt your back


Draggin all them bags like that

I guess nobody ever told you

All you must hold on to

Is you, is you, is you...

-Erykah Badu

a fork in the road

Alice came to a fork in the road.


'Which road do I take?' she asked.

'Where do you want to go?' responded the Cheshire cat.

'I don't know,' Alice answered.

'Then,' said the cat, 'it doesn't matter.'



Lewis Carroll, 1832-1898

Imperfection intertwined in perfection. Weakness dipped in His perfect strength. It must be God in her.