CHRISTMAS DOWN SOUTH. It's Chri stmastime in the south. I pulled my Christmas box of decorations out this morning, then sat on the...
"An illness is like a journey into a far country; it sifts all one's experience and removes it to a point so remote that it appears like a vision.
Author": Sholem Asch
Lately, this quote is my story and the image my vision. When you are ill you're on the outside looking in on your life, it's like watching your moments as they happen... you want to say "No, stop. It's not supposed to happen like this- rewind the tape, or take that moment out of the frame, and go back to the moments when life was easy and peaceful."
There are differing degrees of illness and hardship, after all human suffering doesn't discriminate; therefore, we've all had a sense of impending doom from time to time. You know the feeling you have when you are coming down with something, or running fever?
Well Tuesday, I felt a sense of dread coming around the bend chug-a-lug chug-a-lug, with a heavy load of supplies. I felt a whoosh as if I had bounced off a Mack truck and mashed into a wall too fast to comprehend the encounter. I was tired and wanted to sleep- then, I fainted.
And life only knows about life itself, so it will keep going as if nothing has happened- although you may feel a need to be peeled from the pavement, others will keep driving around in their cars, going to the grocery store, and playing in the park with their kids..because as I said, life will go on...it doesn't matter if you want to shout, "Stop! Everybody just stop! Please give me time to let things sink in. "
That's the time to drop your groceries or whatever you have in your hands, and ask someone to help you pick things up...just let go...let the package fall where it will and slow down...
Therefore, I will slow down and try to spend my time making others happy and staying grateful for the luck and love I have in my life. Although, I hate it when my circumstances overflow into the lives of others, as was the case this past Tuesday when I didn't show up for Tuesday's Question.
However, as you can see, wild tigers couldn't stop me from coming back to write and publish Tuesday's Question today. After all, this weekly post is my way of passing link love to some fabulous blogs, but it's also my way of connecting with my readers and hopefully introducing a few bloggers to each other. It's our weekly stomping ground here on A Nice Place In The Sun and I want you to know I will never forget about you.
Therefore, in a perfect world, I would have been here on Tuesday to post.
But it's not a perfect world, because when I woke up Tuesday morning I had an aggravating fainting spell that I thought I better go see about, therefore, I didn't have time to write the post. I started to write one real quick, but then I wasn't sure if I would be here to moderate the answers. So, as luck would have it, Dr. Cover his Butt made me spend the night, and told his tigers to follow me everywhere, even to the bathroom. Well...of course when he said bathroom I had a light bulb moment... I thought, I could put some food in the bathroom...hmmm
Suspenseful story, huh?
Anyway, as the night went on, the big cats lay on the floor and purred, and I thought about how much they were going to love my dinner when they awoke from their slumber at midnight.
And..it worked...I put my dinner (chicken feed) in the bathroom, and cried, "Here, Kitty Kitty" and two of them scrambled to their feet, wiggled their noses, and ran behind the (soon to be a locked) bathroom door. (That will show them how much of a chicken I am) Then I jumped out the window and made a run for it. (And my doctor was worried about letting me go home, Ha )
I hauled butt....I ran like a wild chicken woman in the rain~
(I know, I look like a rooster, but that's my disguise)
Those felines didn't touch a tail feather...this chicken woman crossed the road home with time to spare...Whew! And Tuesday's Question is right below this post. It is the first Tuesday's Question not authored by me. You'll see it's a good one. If you do not see it below right now that means I'm working on it, and will post it in a jiffy~
Thanks to all of you for being such good sports, you're the greatest people on earth~ :))))
The Boogeyman Man From Planet-Lackawanna-
Motherhood is an art impossible to explain, one which requires a vast sea of love, devotion, compassion, and understanding, unmatched by any affection we will ever know again.- Ann Clemmons
Words are the core of our souls, without written, vocal or lyrical expression we lose sight of one another or worse, ourselves. Words bring forth the essence of the human spirit; so express yourself without abandon.
Beatrix Potter’s Journal, 17 November 1896, from the National Trust collection.
Alone in her world
of make believe
weaving her stories
of magic and light
She brings joy
to the eyes
of innocent minds
less jaded and free
For only they know
what's in her heart
holding the secrets
she guards so well
Life's hidden mysteries
belong to those
whose wisdom and truth
shine on in imagination
Written for Ann
Of The Horoscope Junkie
Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”'
F. Scott Fitzgerald. (Lines from The Great Gatsby)
"A Southerner Talks Music"
"A book must be the ax for the frozen sea inside us."
An author values a compliment even when it comes from a source of doubtful competency.
- Mark Twain in Eruption
"I like a good story well told. That is the reason I am sometimes forced to tell them myself"