A curious mind

Sorry to do this again but a new wound has opened up and the pain has become a lot more than I can deal with. I’m on much stronger pain medication but it makes my brain a little fuzzy. I’m going to step away for a week and hopefully this one will heal enough for me to function. I know you’re thinking of me and I thank you for that. Stay safe. Pamela

Laughter is always better when shared.

Jerry looked at his hands, a farmer’s hands. They were once. Now he stole to survive. He chided himself. It wasn’t so bad, really. But this was to be his last job, his last score. He was tired of this life. Just a little bit more and then he could retire to that sunny cove with the beautiful beach in a non-extradition country. Bliss. There was only one problem. His regular crew wasn’t available.…

There is magic in the air.  Breathe deeply and wonder . . .

We are the ones who forge the chains that hold us back.

Sunbeams are like warm hugs from celestial beings.

She looked deep into the eyes, Of the man as he lay, His heart kept on pumping, Still beating its way.   His breath was quite ragged, Still trying to hang on, As his life tried to rally, And then he was gone.   Slowly she rose, The knife in her hand. She looked at the ground, It was not as was planned.   He should not have laughed. He should not have lied. He should now be thankful, Only the…

We are one race: the human race.  Why can’t we act like it?

Tomorrow is brimming with possibilities.

Yep, I was. Many, many times. But I was also right many, many times. Often we learn more from what was wrong then what was right. Being right means validation, acceptance, a pat on the back. But wrong doesn’t have to be a negative. It doesn’t have to mean that we are bad, it simply means we have more work to do. We need to learn from being wrong and find a way to turn it into a right. Who was it…

Some days my mind is missing in action.

Some people seem to work hard to be an idiot with others it seems to come naturally.

I look forward to the day when I can look back on today.

Blue is the colour, Of the sadness I feel. But then there is Gold, For the hope I appeal.   Red is for anger, Which all of us know. But it can be tempered, Not left there to grow.   Now Green is the colour, Of envy and greed. Feelings of evil, Of which we should heed.   Orange is so tasty, Quite fruity at best. With feelings of bliss, Perhaps it’s a test.   And last but not least, Is the colour…

Don’t be afraid of the question, be afraid of the answer.

Accepting ourselves is a lifelong endeavor.

I wonder if a mosquito has an identity crisis when it sees a bumblebee. I wonder if horses feel objectified when a rider mounts. I wonder what flavour of bugs bats prefer. I wonder . . . We live in a world of untold possibilities. Taking a right turn instead of a left, would your life have changed? Ask the person that was late to work on 911. We will never forget that day. I will never forget…