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Just shooting the poop with Lori |
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He travels the world on the backs of others Insignificant in his stature and size His journey carries no mission Randomly roaming at the will of his host Sated enough to never question his trek Life is an open adventure without worry If the excitement of his dusty trail dulls Another bus awaits to grant passage With a furry friend to carry him home Ah the wonderful life of a flea |
The Bridge A rickety wooden path of someone else’s making Swings lazily in the breeze over the rivers edge Buried in the hillside, a pulpit with views breathtaking Inconsequential by design, camoflauged by God’s scenery Conveyor of souls, hearts, and time, a melancholy ledge Blended amidst the earthen sod, hidden in nature’s greenery Stands the proverbial bridge, gateway to destinies beyond Haven of all the heart’s desires, the lyrical voice of happiness Life’s aqueduct, where never-ending dreams are spawned Hope blooms hardy, and aspirations of youth are ravenous Passageway of mythical tales, and fabled childhood yarns Bridgeway to untrue castles, realm where reality seldom lingers Skip the cobbled walkway of unicorns, and the prince of charms Instead build the bridge of personal horizons, erect it sturdy and strong Allow for a bit of fantasy to dwell, but give vision to the path ahead We are the builders of our own bridge, where joy will find its own song What lies beyond is of our making, and youthful dreams are all but fed Through strength, character, and commitment, our sturdy bridge is built A bridge built upon faith, family, and love, stretches long and wide Assemble the rugged footholds, where hope is painted in golden gilt The bridge calls us all by name, follow the path with courage as your guide |
| Written a few years back, but still an ideal view of life Spaces We are all given by God a special space in time. It is the gift of existence upon this earth. Within this space are multiple threads of varying color that stretch endlessly into the spaces of other people. A few of these very colorful threads are woven tightly with the spaces of time of our loved ones, people that we consider family or close friends. Each individual thread carries the vibration of every thought, every action, every reaction, every word, or every prayer into the space or the lives of the other. It is with this thread that we impact the hearts, the souls, and the spaces of time of the people we encounter. There are threads, not quite as vibrant in color, that stretch into the God given space in time of people that we know well but may not interact with daily. These are the people in our lives that we care about and consider part of our larger family. They are the people that we work with each day or the kid seated next to us in a class. The may be part of the sports team to which we belong or the family that sits behind you each Sunday at mass. These threads woven slightly freer are still strong and powerful with impact. Each thread carries a vibration whether good or bad into the space of others. The pastel shades of our threads represent the acquaintances in our lives. They are the people that we smile as we pass each day. They are the person that we held the door open for or the person whose hand we held during prayer this morning. They are the clerk at the local McDonalds who we were curt with because our food wasn’t done as quickly as we thought it should have been. They are the driver that we cut off in traffic. That single thread resonates it’s vibration into the lives and spaces of many other people. There are threads that even represent our enemies. Even these threads add or delete the value of our God given space in time. It is our use of this thread that empowers and calls us to create a better and more beautiful space. God has given us all this special gift and as with any gift, it is our choice as to how we use it. God would call it a good day if we use the threads within our space to reach out to another. It is a good day, if you have gone out of your way to make someone else’s space better and gone out of your way not to hurt the space of another. And, if in doing this our threads follow the path that he has set before us, we have used our gifts wisely. May God bless your space in time and may all of your threads be rich, strong, and vibrant. Make today a good day, resonate with the goodness of God. |
Written before the pandemic but still quite relevant.
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| Good morning peeps, it is a bright and sunny Sunday. And most important the coffee tastes fantastic. I am a coffee nut, but there are some mornings that it tastes even better than normal. I am not sure why, but it puts a cheerier start to the day on the plate. Even my dog, who doesn't partake of the brew, was more rambunctious in his Scooby-Doo greeting ritual. His howling hugs lasted a good ten minutes. So here is hoping your day is filled with a bottomless cup of joe and a playful pooch to love you lavishly. |
Spending time going through my Portfolio and revisiting pieces that mean the most to me. Still think this one could be a song or a children's book.
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| It was quite the strangest of Birthdays. It wasn't exactly bad, just different. Cheerfully, my family woke up and remembered the day and wished me well in person or by phone calls.The excitement started with my husband calling me from work to tell me that the van had been rear-ended and the driver had left the scene. Thankfully, he was okay but being the wild man that he is, he chased the driver. Luckily, he didn't catch him or as I tried to tell him this could have been a much worse scenario as witnessed on the nightly news. Vehicles are replaceable. Next up, was the rain, an incredible amount poured down quickly. Our town was swamped, with all roads in and out of town flooded. I could not even back out of my driveway without encountering at least 6 inches of flowing waters. Luckily, I live in the middle of the street and at the highest point. People were moving their cars to our house for safety. I originally had plans for lunch with my sisters, but had to cancel. The roads did not start receding until 1 p.m.. WE made the news, the water was so intense. My son and I partied quietly at home by binge-watching one of our favorite shows. It was good spending time with him. Because of the weather, we chose a restaurant in town for our dinner, with my husband in attendance. We called the restaurant for reservations with them telling us they didn't close til 9. But upon arrival @ 7:45, they told us they actually close at 8. We chose a different spot in town but our first choices for food were unavailable. I had my heart set on country-fried steak but apparently there is a shortage. We had our meal and it was quite good just not what I had a craving for. I did get my strawberry daquiri to quench my thirst. As I said it was a strange day, but it didn't matter. Somewhere along the line, yesterday I realized that I had all of the important elements of a good birthday. I had people that care about me reaching out with well wishes. My family was safe and accounted for. I had the freedom to go to a restaurant to celebrate once again.There are small signs that life may sometime soon return to normal.I choose to see the good and kind acts people commit, instead of the hatred that exists My loved ones are happy and healthy. I have two really cute pooches that kiss me endlessly, despite the virus. So as I get older, I choose to make everyday a celebration instead of focusing on just one day. Life is just to short and hurried to do otherwise. |
| Frustration is the spice of life. I work tonight and usually sleep through the morning and early afternoon in preparation. My husband scheduled a large tree removal in our yard. No doubt, it needs to be tended to but I am off tomorrow and the next day. It would have been much more convenient. There are factors, such as rain, that figure into the mix. It was cancelled last week because of the soft soil. I will survive but boy am I tired and apparently that shall be a trend that continues into the night. Surely, I will sleep long and hard tomorrow. Wish me luck! The tree we are taking out is a 30 ft evergreen pine. When we moved here, it was a two foot Charlie Brown Christmas tree. It has thrived and flourished. My kids grew up climbing its branches and picnicing in its shade. Nostalgia calls to me, but times change. It has grown too close to the house and too wild to maintain.It will be interesting to see the vast difference it makes in my yard. Afraid it will feel like I lost an old friend.If nothing else, the removal will provide Stay@home COVID entertainment for my neighbors and I. |
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