The struggle

The struggle

The photo looks deceptive. All sunshine and light, vibrant green and apparently no struggle present but look closer. That dark spot is a butterfly. It was so still to begin with I really thought it was dead but then I caught a frail wing move just a bit. It could either be newly hatched and dry ing its wings before it takes of into the world surrounding it or it could be old and at the end of its life, just sitting in the leaves waiting for death to come.I’m neither a young butterfly at the beginning of my journey or an old one at the end. I’d like to think I’m halfway through but my body says otherwise so maybe I’m two thirds of the way through. At any rate, struggle is a part of my life too. A daily occurrence that has intensified lately but one that I have to come to terms with, overcome  and triumph over. I’m not alone in this, many in my life deal with their own daily battles and my heart and prayers go out to them because it gets hard. Sometimes all that is wanted or needed is a few encouraging words and yet those go unsaid because people are afraid to offend. To me, it is only offensive if the words were said to hurt, words spoken in an attempt to bring comfort even if it’s not precisely what should have been said are fine. So, it is Monday and the start of a new week and your job is to go out into that world and be comforting and compassionate and encouraging and if you don’t, the only one you’ll hurt is yourself.  Have a great week!

Unexpected Places

Unexpected Places

This little building sits behind Rocky Top. It used to house the freezer among other things but it has seen its better days so nature has decided to reclaim it . The vines of the wisteria have almost conquered what man has built and in doing so, created a domicile that looks like the  fairies have moved in. Some might say trolls since it does look a bit dark and forbidding on the outside but if one lets their imagination take hold , then once through the opening a magical sunny world could open up before the eyes. Sometimes things look so forbidding on the outside but once past that, the light shows an unexpected place,a magical place or person. Some people are all sweetness and light on the outside but the darkness that inhabits the inside shows once one is allowed past the surface. Others seem so grumpy and cold on the outside that the sweet soul dwelling inside is a much welcomed surprise. There are people who are the same clear through  and no matter how deep you dig, you find the same as what covered the surface . However  , today I am choosing to regard this building in a whimsical view and spin a tale of a fairy kingdom and the little fairy named Chloe who followed a trail out of a cave and discovered a huge world outside full of surprises and danger. It’s Friday and this weekend promises a lot so go out there and find it!

In times like these

In times like these

Sometimes bad things just happen, no one set out for those things to happen,they just did. They happen and we have to stop, take a few deep breaths and keep going. Maybe not as joyfully as we did before but that foot steps out and then the next and hopefully before we know it, the bad thing is way behind us and the pain it caused is not so sharp. I’m not there yet, things keep happening that expose that pain to light and air and it grows sharper. I remember once a while back someone made me angry and being the Southern girl I am, I immediately told them that’d I’d call my daddy and he’d take care of it. Oh he would have if he could have even then because he loved me so much but there’s nothing he can do now. The only thing I can do is pray, take deep breaths and put that foot out and keep on going . There may be tears in my eyes but there will be a smile on my face . It wobbles a bit but it is there!

Missing faces

Missing faces

We have a family thing coming up and I am really looking forward to seeing family I haven’t seen in awhile and even family I haven’t seen before. For me, it will be like an early Christmas full of good food,laughter and fun. I’ll see the faces before me and rejoice in their presence but at the same time, I will notice the missing faces. I’m not talking about the ones who due to job or logistics can’t be there, I’m talking about the ones we’ve lost. Their spirits will be there, flowing from one group to another, as memories of them are shared but their faces will be missing. The beautiful sounds of their laughter will only echo in our memories but  thank God we have those. I was deep in thought the other day trying to remember my granddaddy Eubanks voice. I can still recall my grandmother as she called him to breakfast but I’ve forgotten how he sounded as he answered her. His smile I still have but the timbre of his voice eludes me. My dad laughed so big and I can’t imagine ever forgetting that sound  but that too may happen . We have these wonderful devices now on our cell phones enabling us to take little movies with ease and that’s a good thing when it comes to most things like recording a small child telling his mommy he loves her or laughing at a joke only they understand. Listen and listen well to those you love and care about for one day that may be all you have and those precious memories are worth more than any diamond or gold bar . Have a great day and stay safe!

before the storm

before the storm

Yesterday was a quiet day for the most part. Went to church ,came home early( kidney stone) and generally lazed about. I did go out for a while in the afternoon and just stood  on the back porch watching the trees swaying in the wind and listening to the sound the air made as it rolled through the leaves. Watched the ripples cross the grasses in the meadow and thought about life. No one said it would be easy and no one promised perfection and while there are times  I do wish some things were easier, I like being alive better than the alternative.My challenge lately is to try and remain unperturbed by the conflicting opinions of others . It’s really hard when that conflict is housed inside the same mind but I must be like the ostrich and when danger comes, stick my long beak inside the hole and hope the danger passes quickly. I’m mulling around a story about trees or more about aliens masquerading as trees. It may morph into a real thing and it may just wither away but it gives my mind something to chew on. It’s Monday and it is May and I am determined to be positive and smile big and totally infuriate those who would be negative and mean so why don’t the rest of you join me? Let’s make Manic Monday a happy day today!