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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 |
| I often step away from the conventional and into the world of my imagination. I learned a long time ago if I make the project fun for me, my writing is more solid and flowing. This means I tend to approach things from alternate perspectives than others. I color outside the box and seldom stay within the arbitrary lines. This can be either a bonus or a deficit, but I have to embrace it, as it is who I am. Boring I am not, aggravating often I am. In terms of the rainbow, my color spectrum is broad and vivid, but the zebra's patterned stripes are sometimes nothing more than a soldiers suit of camouflage.Writing is my palette and words my paint. |
| Stormy weather...I think that's a song but it matters not. It was a refreshing renewal and better yet it remained warm. I'm okay with spring being a bit wet but my bones need the warmth to stick around for a few days. Waiter, there's a fly in my soup summer days will be here before we know it. I know for sure that Spring has sprung because my dog has face planted the glass door many times while chasing the squirrels on the deck.I don't need no stinkin crocus to confirm my diagnosis. Quick, quick my life for a kite to fly, a tree to climb, or a bike to ride. Fly free and happy people, but even more important is that you take the time to tell someone a story about it. Write on my friends! |
| Sunshine is calling my name! It is present and it is real. It does exist., Susie. Thank you Lord, for my early Easter present. Toodles, I will be playing outside for the duration. |
| A project for the stars is awaiting my attention. I will roll up my sleeves and accept the challenge soon, when my motivation kicks in. I am still reeling from the last few days of work, so I am allowing my mind to settle. That is at least what I'm telling myself. We will see how that turns out.Peace out people. |
| I had a busy day of writing and doing laundry.Had family time. Bowled decent tonight. I am exhausted but feel productive. It is a good feeling. |
| Even as a nurse, I will never become accustomed to death. It is not that I don't accept it or understand the reality of life-endings, it is that with each person that is lost a little of my heart breaks because a valuable light in the world has dimmed. Each person, I believe, has graced the planet in some way by their presence and energy. I may or may not have known of their existence prior to meeting them at the end of their journey but there is always a glimpse in one's final moments of a souls beauty. it may surface through conversation with a person, a story from loved ones, or the legacy of people left to mourn. While I feel blessed to have known them for just a small part of their story, there is an inevitable sense of loss that captures. Caregivers will find comfort in the pursuit of life and love. My prayer and every nurse I've ever met is that we never become so cynical we forget to acknowledge the value of the person who has passed. They don't teach you these things in nursing school. It is born in the heart. |
| A productive night of writing makes for a tired and nonenergized morning. I often wonder if there are others that write their best during the wee morning hours while the rest of the house is quiet. There is something about listening to the snores of loved ones that set the jaws of my imagination to drooling. It is either that or I would probably plot their murder in my mind for keeping me awake. So I rise and adjourn to my computer to pound away the keys as a way to release frustration. I continue until I hear my husband's cell phone alarm sound. It plays, at full volume, the full chorus of American Pie, filling me with a desire to chuck the phone in the toilet. This is an everyday occurrence at o'fivehundred. I swallow hard to quench the desire and climb back into bed pushing his butt out of the other side. I wait snuggled in my blankets for him to finish his morning routines and then I rise for the day. Depending on whether I work that night, I will remain vertical through the sunshining or drearyfied, as of late, daytime hours. There is a life to be lived, or at least errands to run and a house to clean. Between loads of laundry and dishes washed, I try to sneak in a bit of time for writing. It is a strange life by most standards, but I wouldn't change a thing. |
| Another Monday, another challenge. I worked all night so must sleep first but will return to accept the stars challenge. Wish me luck! |
| It is so hard to watch people that you love to go through difficult times. The reality is that all you can do is offer support with a shoulder to cry on while the painful times roll over them like a tidal wave. If it makes one moment easier for them then it is worth it. True friendship means lightening the load when the hills they must climb carrying bricks are weighted in misery. My dear friend, know that I will grab the rope pulling the load right alongside you. |
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