In order to avoid my fate, I stopped living.
Isn’t it funny how people love to see others screw up? I got a lot of clicks on my post last week titled, Insert Boot in Mouth.
Speaking in front of a crowd, however, sends me into a tailspin.
I must digress a moment and make another confession, as I tend to do on this blog. It’s not the best timing to fess up, and I postponed this post from last week because it was even worse timing. But, I trust my blogging friends will still like me anyway.
This word “fairness” is thrown around a lot.
She’s right. If I had a costume party to attend, I would’ve dressed as her.
Why Little Miss Muffet?
… continued from The Neighborhood Fort.
So, the Homeowners Association warned me to steer clear of the house with the man who made crop circles in his driveway. But, there was no way I was going to stop walking my dog, Max, around the neighborhood, and it was difficult to avoid that area. Besides, my Australian Shepherd needed exercise, not to mention, so did I.
I wish this was going to be one of my quippy posts, but no. I have a serious, personal confession to make, and I’m a bit embarrassed by it. I thought I’d throw it out there. Maybe it’ll help someone else suffering from the same thing to not feel so alone.
I read the word – Vortex – in a recent fantasy novel. I also heard it used by the psychic-medium, Kim Russo, who said deceased spirits travel through it to visit loved ones still living. If I’m not mistaken, the Star Trek Enterprise was sucked through a couple of vortexes in their day, too.
My mind’s been swirling today, and it’s bugging me that it won’t be still. So, I wrote a poem about it on the fly. Hope it sounds okay.
Where did truth go? Is it hiding beneath the dirt, buried by those who fear it? If so, how do I dig it out? If I find where it’s buried, will the forces-that-be do something to stop me before I can expose the lie? Will they tarnish the messenger so that no one will believe the message? Does that mean I should fear telling the truth because of what liars might do or say about me?
Relative…it’s what I’m told that truth is. Perhaps it’s relative in accordance to what we believe. I would argue that if we look to simplicity, there is no relevance.
Be prepared, as I am going to describe from my perspective (in brief) the good, the bad and the ugly of truth.
I was thinking about my recent blog post on optimism and last week’s quote about it too. I came to discover that optimism is not too unlike hope. So, here are a few quotes for today’s Wednesday Wisdom on hope. I couldn’t decide which one I liked best. Which one is your favorite?
I couldn’t decide which of these I liked the best, so I used them all. They are a precursor to a blog post I will put up on Friday. Thanks for stopping by, have a blessed Wednesday.
Panic is a sudden desertion of us, and going over to the enemy [part] of our imagination. ~ Christian Nevell Bovee
For peace of mind, resign as general manager of the universe. ~ Author unknown
That the birds of worry and care fly over your head, this you cannot change, but that they build nests in you hair, this you can prevent. ~ Chinese Proverb