If the Hopers Only Knew!

"There is a secret medicine given only to those who hurt so hard they can't hope.
The hopers would feel slighted if they knew." — Rumi

I thought only I felt this way. It seemed so preposterous and undocumented that it certainly could not be so. Then try explaining this marvelous "secret medicine" theory to your friends and family (the hopers)!

In my heart,
I have always known,
I can feel it...

Bitch Moan Cha-Cha-Cha!

I try very hard to balance and maintain a realistic yet positive grateful attitude. However, there are times that a good bitch session seems to be in order so if you are new to my blog just hang in here; the posts are not always so grouchy. But, I thought I should give you fair warning!

Summer… While the rest of the country celebrates Memorial Day and the eve of summer with baseball, outdoor picnics, and fireflies, here in Casselberry FL we already have oppressive heat, outrageous air conditioning laden power bills and bloodthirsty mosquitoes. I am dreading another season of blistering the back of my legs from hot car seats, stinky sweat, and sticky humidity. Summer in Florida drags on and on for approximately 8 months, with fall, winter and spring sharing the remaining 4 months. It is a long hot prickly, itchy and expensive time of year that is best spent indoors and certainly nothing to celebrate!

And the cha-cha portion of this rant… I know I am about to get a universal boooooo, but thank goodness Dancing with the Stars is OVER. Not that I am looking forward to another riveting summer of reruns or another nail biting season of the Bachelor (ette) but I am thrilled Dancing with the Stars is done! I do enjoy watching the dancers but for every 45 seconds of dancing we have to endure 10 minutes of blathering commentary and vote solicitation. Then, as if that is not bad enough I get Dancing with the Stars, notifications served up with the morning news. Really….is this news?

As I proof read this latest grouse, I must confess, if this is the extent of my current complaints, I really am living a charmed life and am blessed in so many ways!
Woo-Hoo!

Gonna' Pull Up My Big Girl Panties One More Time

Gonna' pull up my big girl panties and deal with it one more time, another trip to the heart failure clinic.

Hoping this time there will be some answers, good or bad, I just desperately need answers!

whine…whine…whine

it’s hot, i am tired, don’t want to play anymore, think i’ll eat some worms.

As Long as I am Creating....

The only unique contribution that I will ever make in this world will be born of creativity.
If I want to make meaning, I need to make art. write, draw, doodle, paint, take pictures, collage, sculpt, dance, decorate, sing—it doesn’t matter. As long as I am creating, I will have meaning.

Finishing!

Final case study research paper is finished and turned in, one last algebra assignment and my brain gets a well deserved vacation.

I love finishing!

Finishing is a delicate mixture of satisfaction and surrender. Finishing demands I let go of expectations and surrender to the uncertainty of what comes next.

Surrendering is embracing the now, rather than clinging to what used to be or what might be.

It means for a little while, I just get to be.