Monster Mash

There's a monster in my closet. It's been there as long as I can remember, taunting me. Try as I might, I can't exterminate the little bugger.  You can try to tame the monster and at times, think you have defeated it.  Certainly tucking it away gives me the illusion of holding power over it. Just like any monster, it can reveal itself at inaapropriate times. Generally when I let my spin start. That's when that   FURRY lil creature comes on out for an onstage performance. Funny thing is, we hide the monster thinking no one can relate to the one eyed, six horned,scaly beast. No one can know what lives within us because feeling human doesn't feel natural so we tuck it away next to our moth balled sweaters and our Birkenstocks..

I can see in the dark, I know that once we meet each other's monsters, we are very much alike. We've all reacted or thought the same things.   This is our path, embrace our lil creatures.... It's a MASH, a monster MASH.

Vigilante Justice

Ever been trapped in a room with a person who finds fault with E V E R Y T H I N G?  It's brutal to listen to them crowing on and on about the inadequacies of others, all the while wearing their superiority complex like a SUPERMAN "S" on their red and blue shirt. I have two conflicting reactions to this. The first, totally unacceptable one, is to ninja kick them in their narcissistic nose. The second is to retreat into my kalediscope blanket tent, complete with couch cushions. Leaving the loud mouth, judgemental creature to reveal themselves kin to a donkey.

Frankly, the choice is mine and I own the outcome. Hold on a minute while I get my Wonder Woman bangle bracelets.

It gives me pause

Try as we might to make sense of tragedies like school shootings, there are more questions than answers. I'm an observer by nature. Theories regarding mental illness, gun control, and a "Godless" world befuddle us.

One thing I know is that it got our attention. It caused us to pause and look into the eyes of our children, smile at strangers, and commit to our faith that God has a revelation for us. Perhaps pain and sorrow must come before that stream of consciousness. The conscious thought that each one of us as individuals define as the lesson of the tragedy.

My eyes saw families going through horror with grace. My heart said I need to love more tenderly and listen to the lessons I have been taught, be a helper. It all comes back to the wisdom of a 4 year old.

My mind has leapt into my own reality.  For me, the world was moving too quickly and being self absorbed caused me to look down, tragedy shattered that mode...my eyes are seeing again. It's time to hold out my hand, listen a little more, and embrace the nudge in my soul.  I'm not lost.  I am listening,  I am obedient, and I choose to stand in the light.

After all, I am a helper.

I'm baaaaaaacccckkk

Facebook got me a lil distracted....  It's funny looking back to my prediction of 2011 being a year of change, well yes it was. My final step up at work towards the final destination. FINAL, it has so many meanings but in this sense..it means coming to the end of that garden path flowing with roses and thorns. Contemplating the next fork in the road. Speaking of forks, I rely less on one these days.  Thankful for a successful weight loss surgery which has given me a new, healthy, outlook on life. As they say, LIFE IS GOOD. It has been years since I have chose to pause on me.  I did it and now I can't stop. Looking forward to my new path.