Stripping away the rose colored glasses of denial concerning my reality. Getting in touch with truth. Reaching out to others in empathy concerning their reality and their walk to truth.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013


rabble           - tumultuous crowd
babble           -indistinct, meaningless words
ramble           -to walk aimlessly, digress

A life with problems and issues; who hasn't lived that yet? Who, I ask, has missed a morning waking to the sound of your brain, laughing? Knowing full well that the very moment your eyelids curl back toward you forehead... 'it's on.'  Rabble, babble, ramble, and what?

Meanwhile your innard parts are hoping something has miraculously changed while you slept. That crazy elbow you love so much is achy. Your trick knee has turned on the stage light... the show will go on.  And how in the world could you have dreamed you were sitting on a commode?

You might be in this awkward shape for a bit; good thing you set the coffee pot alarm.  You did add water, right?  Yes, of course you did... twice. This funk must stop. There will be solutions.

Casually you walk over to the double paned, double-doored, windows; a beautiful sun is rising. You can't help but throw them wide open to the world; accidentally throwing yourself through the windows. Now passing floor number 3, you realize your mistake but take a moment to wave to Mrs. Archer. She makes the best........... and you've landed.

Then again, maybe you're still dreaming. Oh look, the commode is right where you left it; ahhhh.