Monday, March 23, 2009

cooked carrots are good...even with just a grind of pepper.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

You've got yoga honey I've got beer You got overpriced And I got weird.” *

I peered through the glass doors, from the candlelit room, attempting an unwonted position on my yoga mat, watching people running to nowhere on their treadmills with their aesthetically designed water bottles at close hand, as I tried to "find my center" and say goodbye to stress.
Unfortunately from my view, I could see the talking heads telling all of the financial wonder these patrons of the Gym were running. I admit that, as of late, I have been quite Walden Pondish about the mess in our country. I much rather listen to the laughter of the children and the encore music of the Ice Cream truck rounding the corner. I much rather watch the excitement of children as they discover the Fire Station and the little blades of green grass in a sea of brown that I hope someday will all be green again.
Yoga is a bit of a challenge for me. Well, a lot of a challenge for me. I'm not one for sitting still as one of my friends laughs his head off at my new notion to go for a fish one day...He seems to think that I couldn't sit still long enough for my cork to hit the water. The most challenging part of the Yoga hour is at the end when you lay there and let everything go. I mean, for like an entire song. Whitney went to Yoga with me yesterday and I kept trying to get her attention during the "relaxing" part of the Yoga class. "Pssst...Whitney, will you go to the Gynecologist with me?" ...."Yes, Mom." "Psst...Whitney, what if they find something?" Okay, this is definately not the a topic of conversation you should be having in the relaxing stage...Well, you really aren't suppose to be talking at all... yet another challenge for me.
I don't know...its funny, we force ourselves to drink water, we run on machines and we take a class to do some funny poses to relax...I just think our ancestors would have a good laugh.

Headed to the Yoga class tonight...will let you know how it goes.

We live in a simplistic complex world...

*From "A Room Of Our Own" by Billy Joel

Monday, February 02, 2009

Like dark turning into day somehow, we'll come through now that I've found you, Love will find a way *

Lots of our dreams came true and prayers were answered on December 20, 2009..Whitney and Jeremy were married.
Its been awhile since I've blogged...the sun is out...God never left and friends are good.
When I look at the journey, as I read all my old blogs, I do know that love Will find a way.

Sam tells his sister goodbye on what he calls the best day of his life. Now, isn't that precious.

*From "Love Will Find A Way" by Heather Hedley

Saturday, September 06, 2008

I believe in a better way...*

Things that make me excited and grateful...

Obama's speech. It made me cry. I grew up in Montgomery, Alabama and it just moved me to see this happening in our country. I feel his words and his presence was like salve on an old wound. No matter what your political orientation is you just have to take a moment to take all this in and feel good about it all.

Sam has a job with an awesome Christian man, building fences. He comes home sweaty every afternoon and just seems happier.

Whitney's cute little condo and her precious fiance and her precious heart.

Our new little puppy "Millie." She and Jett crawl up and sleep with Sam every night...pretty cute.

My new little class made up of 15 boys and 7 girls. I have one little boy, like last year, who is growing up with his Aunt because both parents are in prison. He is my little Bubba. In his precious little West Texas accent he says, "Well, give me a hug." or to a friend, "Here, let me help ya with that." He's a inspiration to me already. It seems he's made a choice and I just love him to pieces.

My new Swiffer Dust Vacuum. I love it. Is that wrong?

My best buddy gave me an amazing new bike for my birthday! I got a $50 bike from Walmart last year and it just sort of died..kinda worth the money I spent I guess. Getting this bike is right up there with my first tricycle and the 10 speed my brother surprised my sister and I with which he bought with the settlement he got from KFC because of the emphentigo. (long story haha) I was in 7th grade and it was really big and I basically had to wreck it to stop. But I was cool with my 10 speed and my faded jeans with the american flag sewed to them. (okay, I got way off the subject.)

And of course, my precious God who just keeps His hand on my head no matter where I run or what happens..I will never forget how He has comforted me.

*From "Better Way" by Ben Harper

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Whenever I see your smiling face I have to smile myself Because I love you, yes I do*

Whitney is home with a heart full of memories...I'm so proud of her because she knows how to love..and she took that to Africa..She is just one of my favorite people..

*From "Your Smiling Face" by James Taylor

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Ooooo Thunder*

I went to check on a friend of mines apartment while he is out of town. I can never flush his toilet right so it doesn't run, so i went to flush it in an intentional sort of way and as i hit the handle a loud clap of thunder exploded outside...i jumped and screamed...i thought i had blown the thing up...

just a little potty humor..

*From "Thunder" by Prince

Friday, July 18, 2008

Where would we be without hope...

To Hope
John Keats

When by my solitary hearth I sit,
And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom;
When no fair dreams before my "mind's eye" flit,
And the bare heath of life presents no bloom;
Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head!

Whene'er I wander, at the fall of night,
Where woven boughs shut out the moon's bright ray,
Should sad Despondency my musings fright,
And frown, to drive fair Cheerfulness away,
Peep with the moonbeams through the leafy roof,
And keep that fiend Despondence far aloof!

Should Disappointment, parent of Despair,
Strive for her son to seize my careless heart;
When, like a cloud, he sits upon the air,
Preparing on his spell-bound prey to dart:
Chase him away, sweet Hope, with visage bright,
And fright him as the morning frightens night!

Whene'er the fate of those I hold most dear
Tells to my fearful breast a tale of sorrow,
O bright-eyed Hope, my morbidfancy cheer;
Let me awhile thy sweetest comforts borrow:
Thy heaven-born radiance around me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head!

Should e'er unhappy love my bosom pain,
From cruel parents, or relentless fair;
O let me think it is not quite in vain
To sigh out sonnets to the midnight air!
Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head!

In the long vista of the years to roll,
Let me not see our country's honour fade:
O let me see our land retain her soul,
Her pride, her freedom; and not freedom's shade.
From thy bright eyes unusual brightness shed
Beneath thy pinions canopy my head!

Let me not see the patriot's high bequest,
Great Liberty! how great in plain attire!
With the base purple of a court oppress'd,
Bowing her head, and ready to expire:
But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings
That fill the skies with silver glitterings!

And as, in sparkling majesty, a star
Gilds the bright summit of some gloomy cloud;
Brightening the half veil'd face of heaven afar:
So, when dark thoughts my boding spirit shroud,
Sweet Hope, celestial influence round me shed,
Waving thy silver pinions o'er my head!