Until you break you heart 100 times……(we break our hearts by not paying attention) until you have cried to you’ve run out of tears until a word pushes a thousand pictures and a thousand thoughts through your mind until you have held a star in your hand until the wind in your face gives you…

The old man sits by the window and stares……the fields are overgrown and the barn is leaning and empty…… He remembers a time when life ricocheted from one end of the farm to the next but that was when the kids were here and the menagerie of animals seemed to forever be escaping from their…

Through the trials of this world…… much of which I caused by listening to the fears within myself….. l have been scarred and tested to the breaking point and crawled but to my faith…… the storms will continue and the winds and waves of change will come against the foundations of my soul  ….I’m sure…

In the rainstorms of life……..count your blessings In the valley……count your blessings trudging through the darkness and walking in the mire…….count your blessings because a grateful heart can endure the storm ttucro  

Funny as I rummage through the collection of odds and ends accumulated over the years…….I am amazed at how consumed I was over hanging on to the most trivial things…..justifying that I might’ve need them one day or someone else might……. they never came….I never used them and I have been carrying them around for…

Comes a time when we are called to define what value we place on ourselves…… we reluctantly do an inventory of how true we are being to our core beliefs…….. going against those is like sanding against the grain….hard going….. we make hard decisions that turn our world upside down………. internally we know it…

The battery is dead…..you can lament about the expense but you still need a new one…. reality sucks sometimes……but it doesn’t change the facts……you don’t have to pretend to like it…..but you better accept it disconnect the cables and face it……the battery is dead……..and it won’t accept a charge ttucro

The little darling that stabbed you in the back….have never put away the daggers and look for opportunities to attack…… You cannot believe that they would wish you harm…..but you broke up the club and they had already ordered the gowns Now half smiles camouflage clinched teeth and words are snarled because it’s hard to…

Beware of the Purveyors of Pain……who come to you with lightning and rain……..with weeping eyes and haggard speech the will heap coals of fire on your head and when you aren’t looking blow hoping it will spread in the name of love and compassion they come….all the while enjoying the suffering and pain…. the drama…

Nobody breaks your heart…….we break our own not paying attention….trusting when the ice is thin believing tales that the Grim Brothers couldn’t write when the wheel of truth runs over us……we gasp saying, “how did this happen” We break our own heats when we learn to live with lies.. ttucro