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I love the lime... I believe I have and understanding of the lime... I value the lime for its clever lingering tang left upon the tongue... their versatility of movement from the rim of a glass to graceful detail on the plate... I choose the lime above all to be my favorite... yet I wish that perfected creature known as the lime would be true it itself and demand the defining difference between itself and the color green... Green is not a flavor...

Working on tomorrow... the days ahead, and not so much the literal day ahead. Today I found myself reaching for the proper tool. This is a tool that is used only so often yet when I reach for it, I find myself ever grateful of the fact that I have this tool. I’m funny about my kitchen and frankly I always have been. You see, there was a day when the kitchen and may I say, let alone the house, was not so grand in importance to me. Many days at first were not where they have ended up to be. I vowed in my head and heart that the next chapter be one made under the umbrella of minimal and yet. Here in lay the argument or defense of having the tools needed to preform well within the design of what is expected. We all know the effort of a good tool and its value. My kitchen is where I appreciate them the most. As we begin to downsize and step ever closer to less is more, I find myself looking left and right to assess my wants and needs. And it has been our thinking for some time that the que...

We are experiencing an interesting time. This world has never seen the likes of what has become a movement of truth and strength that has only begun to find its feet. We have entered into a new day where a truth known is becoming a truth preached. Where once was a fear of humiliation, or misunderstanding, of ridicule, of condemnation for something that was beyond belief. We girls are finding our voice and we are doing it big.  I recently had a conversation with someone I love very much. A conversation with words that were received with shock and awe. With regret and dismay, with heartache and a different kind of healing. PWhen have we not been in conflict over action. When have we never been fighting for our way. When have we never felt pushed down, held back, under paid, less than, unworthy, unrecognized, unimportant, and this list goes on.  I was asked by this one I shared this confidence, why did I not tell someone, why did I not ask for help, why did I not... and when...

I came to sit with you today. Oh my goodness is it beautiful here. It really is the perfect place for you. We could all argue that point. Here with us would be a better place but really, it is perfect. Your vision of the trees will alter with the seasons. Judging by the field to my right you will always be enveloped with some system of agriculture. Based too on the view ahead of me, you should in one way or another have the occasional or often visit by some creature to which you are spiritually connected. The sun will shine bright over you regardless of the calendar yet the season and the sky will play into the warmth that embraces you. There are sounds that reflect life all around you. Not only in the insects that talk, you have birds that each sing a different tune. The cacophony of that alone is joyous to my ear. You have the leaves that whisper their gentle words and touch over the ground as the grasses join in the sound of rich carol. And the storms my friend, I am sure they are ...

I just listened to some words that hit my heart... regarding a mother who is dying... the words were... you need to respect her wishes... you don't like it when she tells you how to live your life... do what she wants.... give her that... this is where I am in my pilgrimage... I feel so drawn to my mother... this is what I feel so strongly in my heart... I just so much want to... do what she wants... really how hard can than be...

I go round and round on my thoughts of today and those of immediate past... my thoughts and concerns of those who are suffering from a situation that is and was far beyond their control... those who said it is time to leave... that who had said stay where you are... those that were left behind or forgotten... because of age or convenience... there are those who see misfortune as opportunity... and those who see a grander picture... and truly in the end it is those who have and those who have not... But I think there must come a point when we say... this is a tragic situation and there are no clear answers... we want to blame one and hold others accountable... we want to point but not see the real truth... and while all this is hard to watch... we have seen it before and will again... we come to the aid of those in need and offer ourselves to those without... money flows freely... offerings from many in amounts that touch hearts and yet within a short amount of time life becomes normal...

I can not count the number of days that I have worked to be a person that I knew myself to be, saw myself as, know was seen as being all that I shown myself to be, and still I worked the game and played a by the rules that were at the time, the rules to live by. Then why as time passes before my eyes I trust the purpose and question the motive. What a reflection I see. Today I see the me from eyes wide open, from two perspectives, one is see to be true and one that is true to be seen.... ah...

You know... I've been seeing words of controversy around spending your hard earned dollars on Disney and not... well, here I go... yeah it costs way much... I or we, never had the coin to drop to make it happen... for any of my three... then maybe, while depending on their age, they will remember or not... what appears to me frankly, you're doing it for yourself under the guise of it being for them... a review of the tapes says... this is truth and

Today is a day of all that I thought it could be and exactly what I imagined... nothing more and even partially... with a raised eyebrow and a crooked lip I can see how much and too many of what is to be expected truly is... how and when did we become this people... this animal... are all humans consumed with a hint of evil... a dash of mean spirit... a hint of personal regret that molds us into... what... evil... mean... vindictive... unjust... vile... yet we must own all of these characteristics... all these feelings... all these truths about who... what

Mapping out life to feel different... the words are swimming in my head and tomorrow looks like a movie of all the things one hopes to feel... different... from a cautious optimism of what the world may be... we ask those we trust to judge us by what they see of us... but if that is their truth... how on earth do those who have a first impression... in their eyes... what is it that they see... we only dress one part of ourselves... the way we see ourselves may not be the best version of who we really are...

Responding to... a day that has been visioned in my distant yet... seen as an immediate future... with in a distant one as well... the forecast of things to come... of a tomorrow dreamed... while yet within reach does also at moments seem... I am planning a forward move... one to which i believe will be the beginning of a new day... people be damned... haters be damned... mean girls be damned... doubters be damned... feares... unworthy thoughts... those who dare to belittle... condisend shame... misunderstand... weak and meek... doubtful and uncertain... loving and unloved... mean and spiteful... all you be damned... and yet... winner winner chicken dinner... lo and behold... the winner will never be heard and always seen... and I fear... always underestimated in an estimated world... and yet... do you not realize that you are seen... do you not believe that your words are not heard... actions not acknowledged... and yet... do you ever wonder... are you being seen for more or less of w...

Interesting how the turn of event can completely change ones perspective of life. Living within a world of change... of life taking shape... life taking chances... seeing others come to an ending... while others continue to move in forward progression... of endings... of beginnings... past remembered... tomorrow altered... today... only a breath... and the feeling of complete control of what looks to be... yet grasping for what is known... why are we the way we are... we question... we also imagine... visions of sugar plums... sweet images of quiet desire... what is exciting about the future and where we want to be led is only distanced by how far we choosen to move. Change is sometimes the beginning of an end... but maybe the ending is truly the beginning... yet to dream and see these pictures as reality... here is where we take the risk... of faith... trust... desire... courage... freedom... willingness... imagination... desire... hope... dreams... and all that the eye can see...

I am excited to write today... and  yet conflicted... simple minded as it may seem... I have started to live a new life... this story is taking a different turn... as in this now... I have started this thing with these finger nails... they have begun to teach me a different patience... this key pad life we have found our selves... whether the auto word device or the swipe your finger around your device... well... I can I guess do either... my preference is to pain startlingly and feverishly type letter by letter... the words I think out loud... yet... another part of me is feeling a leading... and it is one that has a basic root in what looks in many ways to be cult inspired... or cult inspired... I have and remember a life in faith colored by a different lenses... I have for many reasons lived my life in part as person who lived by a set of standards and rules that I always believed were righteous... and in a world where religion is feared... it is because of this kind of faith......

There is a harsh reality in life that causes our brain to talk us through so many scenarios of life... that we are too small... insignificant... not enough... not even just a little... we dream of who we think we are... of who we wish to be... who we see through the eyes of those who we strive to be... all that we strive for... and when life lays the scene before us... for us to see through your eyes as well as with 20/20 vision... the scene may not resemble the sight we may have planned... and as the truth is unveiled through the visions of those who view it... we see all of so may of the cruel realities of sight only yet unseen... this is when we begin to realize that reality plays out from only the eyes of those who have seen... of those who may have seen... or those that saw at different moments as the lessons presented themselves... the moments of truth... that brings us to an end... when the truth of the story can be told no more... when life in all its harsh reality becomes real...

Harsh is the reality in life that can be a hard thing to embrace... as we begin to write the story of our lives we often want views from the lense of our own choosing....we reach for a reality that stirs our inner vision... satisfies everday desires... and when the canvas is colored in shades neutral to our eye... when brightness changes the wheel of certain reality... only then do we embrace the scenery... muddied by water used to clean a dirty brush... it is then that clarity is discovered... making the view witnessed... a view that begins to shape us... whether ideal desire changes our story written... that is where choice begins... if ever we are to see the world less our rose shaded vision... this is the first step to a life more envisioned in mystery rather than unrealized joy... unrecognized emotion... unrequited love... whether physical... or even that which is truly imagined... until we see the world of our own creation... our vision will never create reality... happiness... l...

I have a dream... mine is to be in a warm place where life is care free... where the world seems alive and all who enter in are filled with happiness and passion... I mean real passion... that which causes the world to turn... fill the day with joy... sends your mind in a spin... I have a dream... and dreams come true... because believing is everything....

Boys and girls... i am days away from vacation... days away from sun... sand... a language that we'll for no better words than... i don't speak it nor do I understand... i can't figure out the money... the menu... the... you name it... i don't get it... and frankly... to a degree... i am ashamed... you see... i never learned a second language... not required... nor from interest... and this is a shame... this is a by product of where we have come as a society... and yet... on this day... i am again ashamed that... while we as a society... as a county expect those who enter our world be able to be understood... were i to travel much farther away... i should be able to at least understand even the smallest amount of language to say please and/or thank you... and kids... I'm only going to Mexico... were i to be journeying off to Germany... China... am I being unrealistic... my verbs and nouns are nonexistent in the language of many others... yet society says that those...

Mad crazy thoughts running through my head tonight... where to begin... first... Uber excited for my expected visitor tomorrow... man... just can't put it in to words... in this world that I live... this is now the one person who is able to enlighten all who ever wondered who I was before... to the me I am today... here would be your opportunity to have those questions answered... if you have ever moved from somewhere to where you are now... to have those who knew you best remember who you were... to have yesterday meet what is now today... there is no better word than to say... hum... or whoa... or wow... but now is your chance kids... those stories of awkward life we wish we could forget... yet smile at the most random remembrance... it is that picture of who you were... and the who you have now become... the day you remember being the most embarrassed... and the one that left you with the greatest joy... the moment of being seen and the one you felt forgotten... the moments that...

There is history written everyday... and each of us on our own is writing our history daily as we speak... what history we know of our past is not the history that we write for ourselves... ours is a history that has begun from our own inception of time... it is our ending as we make a beginning... and what is written by our own lives is a balance of the past and our present come together to color our pages with mystery... adventure... sadness... happiness... moments of regret... endless cacophony of laughter... sounds emanating from times of oneness with ourselves and hours of interaction with those who color our paths with different shades of history... yet all that is created by my days upon this earth may only be best lived to understand... that my history is my own... not what my children choose to live... yet hopefully some visions resemble all that has created me into the being that I am.. but pieces of my history... yet to be passed down on the generations to come... to know th...

What thoughts are ruminating within my head this Saturday night... i am looking forward to the pilgrimage to Mexico this year... we are 22 days and counting... but who is... our journey begins at our end this year... and our begin is with dinner in the sky... Web check suggested here... the view alone looks magnificent... dinner is the bonus... we are lifted to heights above the below where we will be served a meal of memories... taste will only be the moment from tongue to sensory in moments of rush... the enthusiasm of those also gathered yet lost in that moment to of excitement when you look round and again have realization of what surrounds... i believe as we are the later dinner service we will be treated to fire works of man made creation... surrounded by the creation of God's own hand... my mind sees the brilliance of the sunset... colors... blended with a brush stroke of striking grace... a gathering of participants will ensue after with music and bevies... who doesn't ...

Boys and girls... there is absolutely no escaping what is going on in our country... Facebook is exploding with rhetoric regarding our refugees... what is right or wrong with where we are going as a country... i do not care who or whom you did or didn't vote for... your party line or your religious beliefs... the truth is... we are lost... we are home less as a nation... our sons and daughters are fighting for freedoms that are often surpressed... we are killing our officer's to whom we have entrusted our safety... we see color as a dividing line... we have lost our faith what little or all that we have ever had... our children suffer from hunger... lack of appropriate education... debt that is imposed because of an idea that without a college education you will be nothing... an over run prison system across this nation... single family homes... fractured families either by divorce or by lack of responsibility... regardless of your beliefs of whom you choose to believe is the b...

It is hard waiting for the other shoe to drop... this can apply to so many areas of life... financial security... job security... health... children... family... all of these things are difficult enough in their own way... what is most difficult is waiting for another to twist the knife... we as human are such flawed creatures to begin with... with the three fingers that point back as we call out the failure of others... it is enough just to keep the eyes in the back of the head open wide to protect us from the inevitable... often we know that which is about to happen... yet there are times when we never see it coming... it is not always about doing what is right... it is more often about doing what is necessary that gets us into trouble... and there in lies the rub... we do what we feel to be right to make the wheel turn and others just can't bare the thought of not having control... whether gained or earned... and as the aftermath of what is left behind... the question remains......

What a truly enjoyable day today... on the way home from work.. the evidence of light compared to darkness... you see I am a light peraon... i am a person to revelle in the light... even as the creeping in of change occurs... i see it happens... i noticed today the beauty of light... that which is reaching the a moment... a moment in which to say... i am coming... around a corner to which you wait... you dream... dare to wish for... and yet... today i began to witness... again... as i say again because those of us who know... this is something that happens again... again as all that changes... changes... changes with time... with patience... but happened non the less... we wait with anticipation... for the promise of all that is to come... and we believe... believe in a promise... given and left by time... from voices of the past... that made us to believe in all that we reach for... count on... Remember... and hope that is all that is... it is out there boys and girls... the tide is ...

Had a wonderful away this weekend with a group of ladies that frankly I am not sure exactly how I became so blessed to have them in my life....but my have I been blessed... the weekend involves the company of women who come together and scrapbook...  this is the usual activity that pieces together the weekend moments for most... while a small group of others finds a variety of other occupations during what often is a 3 day weekend of no life outside what is created within the walls of this sanctuary called black hawk lodge....what a treat this weekend is... from the company of the gift of my heart... to the company of other like minded hearts and souls... it is my goal to feed and nurture... from the day of arrival up unto departure... i share my heart blessings and pour out upon the women of this group the gift of nourishment... i love to cook... so my gift to this group of blessings... is to prepare what turns into breakfast and dinner daily... as a manna gift from heaven that n...

Wondered about the little red heart (or is it pink) and wondered enough to look it up... thank you Google for your wisdom yet again... as I understand... it is for breast cancer research week... but this is really not a real thing... and yet... October as it is... is breast cancer awareness month... but as for a research week... there really is no such thing... and yet... this little heart has a life of its own... a life to which people... but more to the point... women, feel the courage to come together yet again in the name of women... we girls feel a bit short sided... perhaps cheated in the grand scheme of things...  you see, it's our lot in life... is not a lot... but it's a life... thank you a bugs life (movie fav... seen more than once)... but it is our life... what we know... we nuture, we care, we love, we even hate, we cherish, we relish, we mark time by a clock that only we understand... we girls understand the context of the game at a very early age... some see with...

Life is an interesting twist...your day is yours... mine is mine... your life outside of your world is different from the life I live outside of my own... where you begin and end your day is opposite of mine... your beings that make up your life away from me are yours and completely different from those in mine... your life is yours and mine is mine... until one of those lives intersect with the other... until the day you became part of what life was mine prior to who or what you were... now our lives intersect... this life you now see as your own was mine by emersion... the intersection is complete... your life had now become mine... yet this life has always been mine and you... this life has only become who and part of what you are... for years before I was a part... i made my way... i became all that was needed... i met with... i talked to... i nurtured... i tested... i lost ground... i gained... i pushed and I in stepped back... i became all of what was required... i became... yet ...