Three Kings and Princess Lolita

On the Twelfth Day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…
Now it’s time to say goodbye, to all our family. This was my first year celebrating the 12 Days of Christmas and I must say what a treat and honor it has been. I keep the Christmas spirit for the entire season. I did not get caught up in the retail hype and spend money I didn’t intend to spend but rather the gifts I purchased were thoughtful and often necessary. My birthday had more meaning this year because I never realized that the 12 Days of Christmas were real and that I was born during the 12 Days of Christmas. Tomorrow marks the Epiphany – where the visitation of the Magi (Three Kings Day) marks Christ’s divinity revealed to the Gentiles. I have given and received gifts, not only on Christmas Day but on days throughout the 12 Days of Christmas because the gift I received just keeps on giving. A high school friend of mine, Lolita is born on the 12 Day Christmas. How appropriate that her birth/revelation culminates on the day the world received the revelation of Christ. I know the majority of my words have something to do with God but make no mistake, I’m no religious nut, just a spiritual fruit – there is a difference. I recognize the wonder and beauty in everything around me and while creation is a wonderful thing, it doesn’t quite answer the question of where did I come from and how do those things happen. Driving down the street and looking up to see all the building and everyone maintaining solid footing on the Earth. How is that possible? Yeah, yeah, we all studied Sir Isaacs’ theory but HOW is it possible? Believers, non-believers and anyone else who falls in between, we are all dependent on whatever you believe or don’t believe because no matter how hard you try, you can’t pinpoint the exact reason for your existence or continued existence. Evolution is apart of life, it’s the creation part that has no answers. To be created, something has to already be there and where did that something come from. I no longer question, just accept each day that I’m privileged to be here. I’m grateful for the sun’s apparent rising in the East (you do know the Sun doesn’t actually rise or set don’t you) because it marks the dawning of a new day, whether it was created or evolved doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re here to enjoy it, so just say Thanks and keep it moving.

Happy Birthday Lo!!

Wish I’d taken better care of my teeth

On the Tenth Day of Christmas, my true love gave to me… Tomorrow.
I love words, literature, all that is creative and inspiring and soul-stirring. I remember having to memorize lines from Macbeth and the lines spouted after his wife’s death. Try as we might to live in the moment, we can’t help but look toward the future. As we come to the end of the year, so often we look back with regret on things we didn’t accomplish or resolutions long forgotten. Ohhh, the new year, full of… whatever you put into it. I no longer wait until the end of the year to accomplish or resolve things because tomorrow ain’t promised. Take this blog, I could have waited until the end of the year to start writing again, but who would that have benefited, certainly not you and I hate to disappoint my fans :). Taking stock and reflecting on the past should be a learning experience, not opportunity to linger with the SWCs. Learn what did work, what didn’t work, why you didn’t, why you did; Learn, not Linger. Lingering leads to depression, anger, resentment and a host of other self-inflicted dis-eases of the mind that do nothing but isolate us from ourselves. The end of the year should bring forgiveness; of yourself, of others, of circumstances, of what did happen, what didn’t happen. 11:59pm on Dec. 31. nothing can be done about the last 364 days. The beginning of the year should bring forgiveness AND focus. Forgiveness: Don’t over-think it, dissect it, discuss it, Just DO IT. Focus: on what lies ahead, what you can control, on yourself, your family, whatever you desire and when you do all this, make sure Forward precedes your focus.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
” Forgiveness fuels your candle to shine brighter. Focus extends your hour, thus signifying something and leaving regret in the dust. Poof.

Hair dye, laser hair removal.

On the Ninth Day of Christmas my true love gave to me… a pair of binoculars. Our present day situations, especially when they aren’t going the way we’d like them to, can be quite disturbing. Take my present day situation. As clichest as this sounds, sometimes I feel like I’m always running behind because there’s so much on my TO DO list that just looking at it overwhelms me and like a little kid trying to hurry up and get his food down so he can go outside and play, I’m cramming things in. My Ninth day is late, not because I didn’t do it, but because I didn’t have enough time, or rather I didn’t allow enough time to post it. This is no huge mark on the TO DO list of life but for a perfectionist like me, it’s a HUGE deal. I don’t mind so much the slow process (microwaving is not really my thing) but it as to be RIGHT. You can imagine the havoc this wreaks on my ADD, something not yet accomplished (can you hear my heart racing?), the bigger picture not really coming into focus for me and yes, a mini-nervous breakdown may just follow. As a perfectionist, it’s hard to grasp that what lies before you is just temporary and something bigger is just around the corner, but you just have to wait and work with what you have now. (Heavy sigh) This is one character quirk that I could do without but then I guess I wouldn’t really be me. Like blurry vision after eye dilation, lingering gas from anesthesia or bad breath after eating Spicy Doritos; uncomfortable situations and circumstances are only temporary. Now, if we could only say the same for hair color.

You talking to me?

On the 8th Day of Christmas, my true love gave to me… A filter. Like proper eating utensils, inside voices, and coats and shoes for different occasions that we don’t wear. You know those things that everyone has but don’t always use. Well, some folk don’t have a filter, my mother being the FBIs most wanted filter flicker. You know who I’m talking about, the person who points out the obvious when the obvious doesn’t need to be pointed out. Or the person who always feels the need to keep it real but comes across as just rude. Speaking your mind is one thing but do we really need to be subject to you saying any and everything on your mind? The bible, Mark Twain, even Dwight Eisenhower makes reference about being wise and holding your words and watching what you say. If eyes are windows to the soul then your speech is a good reflection of what’s going on inside. They are our audible thoughts and meditations. If you pray, when you pray, you wouldn’t just say anything any old type of way would you? Then why subject yourself to another’s words or someone else’s to something you can’t take back? Yeah yeah, we all need to stand up for ourselves, say what we feel, blah blah blah, but in the end, our words needs to be pleasing in His sight. Oh, don’t get it twisted, I can let you have it, but I’m learning to hold my tongue, with help from my friend. Free your mind, and the rest will follow. Just make sure your freedom doesn’t hurt anybody.

I will not go gently into the night

On the Seventh Day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…Candle-like qualities. Keeping with the greatest theme, how many times do you, have you put others before yourself? Most parents, especially mothers put their children and family before themselves. I commend them on their sacrifice but nobody comes before me but Jesus. I’m scary, so I need a scout ahead to let me know when to go and when to stay. You know, I need someone stronger than me to be I front of me because let’s face it, without Him, I’d literally be lost. I’m a realist, I know I’m replaceable at work and I’m 100% ok with that so work, depending on how I’m feeling, may not be inky top 5. I am a human candle, burning bright, becoming less and less, quietly and without fanfare. I do this because there can only be one, so though I go, I will not go gently. I will go down in a blaze of glory. Shining bright, flickering in the wind until my flame is extinguished. I do not fear the dark, for I have seen the light of The Bright and Morning Star.