The Highway

I chose the highway-
when I first started my journey
there was no store to stop
at for directions
no itinerary
no destination
other than leaving for good.
in the beginning
I had to keep up my speed
to keep from veering
off the road
or turning back
out of fear.
the construction delays
slowed me down
but had their purpose.
the highway continues to roll
out in front of me,
sometimes it's uphill-
but most of the time
I roll along
humming along with the music
thinking of MY WAY
occasionally
glad I chose the highway

what was I thinking....?

this is a mini what was I thinking episode, page 52 in my autobiography...when I was in Junior High (yes, it was called that, and not Middle School) in Columbus, Ohio, I fell in love with a new shirt my older sister had purchased. It was a sweater, tan, blue, both light and dark. I begged and pleaded for her to let me wear it, please let me borrow it, I'll do anything! She, being the typical older sister, ignored me, and reveled in her control freakiness.
One day, she left for school early. I snuck into her closet, grabbed the coveted article of clothing, and got ready for school. That afternoon, after school, thinking that I had gotten away with the most delicious crime, I replaced the shirt in her closet, and went on with my life. One month later, when school picture proofs hit the dining room table, I was busted like a three year old balloon. I am still learning to think things through.

Moldy Turtle

I had occasion, one winter, to share my brothers' company in my country home. I was married, with three young children. Now you must understand, my brother is a bit, well, eccentric, with a brilliant mind. Song parodies are a special talent that he has. Please realize that I mean no disrespect for the original song, He's Got The Whole World In His Hands...
He taught my children his parody, and one day, while visiting a church, I heard the piano start playing. With a sick feeling, I glanced at my children, and gave them the look, which implied, "do not DARE try it"...here's how it goes...

he's got a moldy turtle in his pants
he's got a moldy turtle in his pants
he's got a moldy turtle in his pants
just wait till you see him dance

winter solstice 2008

A Celebration

The return of light!
Monday will be the longest night of the year, and then we begin to see life return to the world...winter is a season which proves that we are indeed mammals, and it sometimes seems that the cold is trying to wipe us out. But we are survivors, just like the flower bulbs, tiny saplings, and this years' fawns. We need these holidays to get us through, to reflect, yes, to put up with our insane relatives. Their quirks make us family, blood or not. It is not the money spent, not perfect gift which matters, but the time spent together, and the connection we share with all things. Accept the blessings, trials, joy and sorrow of the school we term life. Love in the best way you can.